The 182nd day of the other world summoning [Decisive Battle] Part 11:

Everyone in this battlefield, everyone just looked at the two of them from afar and held their breath with bated breath.
The summons around them gradually faded away and silence dominated this place.
The mercenaries who hunted the knights gradually began to gather, and the circle centered around Ryoma and Cale grew larger and larger.


''Miss........what shall we do?''

When Rionne refused to move from the spot for any length of time, Bortz called out to her as if she had half given up.
They had known each other for many years.
Bolz could see in her hand what she was thinking right now.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
Beyond that, Cale and Ryoma were quietly confronting each other.
Her eyes stared at them, trying not to miss their behavior.

'If the summons has disappeared, doesn't that mean that most of the enemies have been dealt with? Then there's no need for you to lead the hunt for the remnants and there's no way in hell I'm going to see a game like this for the first time. You're just as curious about the warrior's blood as I am.

Bortz couldn't help but nod with a bitter smile at Rionne's words.
He too was a man who had crossed the battlefield as a warrior for many years.
Even though he had avoided white army battles after losing his left arm, his skills as a warrior were not rusty.
As Lionne said, the two men are both outstanding users in the eyes of Bortz, who is an experienced warrior.
It is not often that you can witness these two fighting for their lives.
And the warrior understands and respects the pride of the warrior.
Everyone who was there must feel the same way.
None of the mercenaries tried to attack Cale from behind.
No, it might be more accurate to say that no one was bound by the killing spirit released from Cale and no one thought of such an idea.

''But I've heard that Cale is a skilled hand, but I never expected it to be like this...''

The only thing that matters is the fact that you are a one-armed man. It's suicidal to deal with a one-armed person like you.

Rionne spat out in frustration.
This is because he saw that Cale's sword skills are far more skilled than his own.

The most important thing on the battlefield is the ability to judge the competence of the opponent.
The most important thing on the battlefield is the ability to judge the opponent's strength.
Is the enemy's equipment of better or worse quality than yours?
Is the enemy strong in one-on-one combat or in melee?
It can be said that this ability to see is everything when it comes to surviving on the battlefield.
It doesn't matter how strong you are, if the enemy is stronger than that, it means nothing.

They are mercenaries who have survived on the battlefield for many years, and naturally they have this.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

In the midst of a melee, I think there's a good chance for them to win, right?

A mercenary's sword is a sword that has been honed in the midst of a melee, surrounded by enemies.
That's not to say that they are strong or weak.
It's a simple difference in use.
The mercenaries are more of a sword for surviving in battlefield brawls, whereas Cale's sword is simply a sword specialized for one-on-one combat.
Rionne nodded lightly at Bolz's words.
Because she understood that his words were true.

It's going to push me over the edge...

Even if they didn't actually cross blades, the strength of the two sides was obvious.
The air was clearly different.
A cold, sharply sharpened air was released from between the two of them to the surroundings.

''Are you going to remain motionless like this my boy?''

"We're both looking for an opening... And that armor and shield of Cale's, the buckler... It's not easy to get at him if he's so heavily defended... ...

Cale was wearing a suit of armor and holding a sword in his right hand and a small shield, the Buckler, in his left.
He is fully equipped as a knight.
In contrast, Ryoushin, the weapon is the sword donated by Gen-O in both hands, and his armor is in leather armor.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of your time in the future.

''Cale is heavily armed.......If it were as set in stone, I would just confront him and cut down the opponent's strength, but.......''

Yes, but I'm guessing you've been strengthening your body with magic, so I don't think that's very promising...

''Yeah........putting on that heavy armor won't hurt Cale's agility in the slightest. As long as the boy can't use the Dharma technique, he's definitely at a disadvantage... how can he maintain such a high level of spirit?

Bortz didn't have any words to reply to Rionne's words.
I've been using the martial arts to strengthen my body, and even though I'm wearing the heavy full-body armor of the "Plate Mail", my agility is not compromised in the slightest.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a lot more information on this in the future.
The situation is at a desperate disadvantage for Ryojin.

But there is no wavering in the spirit that radiates from Ryoma.
Absent-mindedness.
It's as if there is no fear, no agitation, nothing.
Is this due to his absolute confidence?
Or is he simply a fool who has misjudged his own skills?


Gallin.

Suddenly, sparks flew between the two sides.
The distance between the two of them was closed at once, and sword and sword were shot at each other.

Gigi Gigi.

Sword and sword rubbed against each other and let out a high-pitched scream.
At first the two sides are at odds with each other, but the sword is getting closer and closer to Cale's neck.
While Ryoma pushes the sword in with both hands, Cale holds the sword in one hand.
Is it that two hands or one hand?
The difference in arms gripping the weapon has emerged.
But the match was not yet decided.

Doga!

A low sound of flesh striking flesh could be heard.
Cale quickly slipped his shield between himself and the sword and flicked Ryoma off with all his strength.

Their bodies separated and the space between them widened again.


(Shit! What's this guy........you're going to go toe-to-toe with me? I'm one of the best wielders of the Knights of Roselia and I'm even with him... and this guy... what's this guy's weapon... single-edged and warped... A blade that specializes in slashing? ........)
Cale clicked his tongue and held up his shield 《Buckler》 and fortified his defense.
(No........calm down. The opponent is lightly armed. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time and money. ...that's enough to give us an advantage if we don't rush to defend ourselves and wait for them to show an opening...
His sword is an heirloom sword passed down from generation to generation.
Like his armor and shield, the Buckler has been handed down from the time his ancestors served the kingdom of Roselia.
He refocuses his hand and tightens his grip on the hilt.


'Cheeeeeeeeeeee!'

A strange voice gushed out of Ryoma's mouth, and a powerful impact was sent to Cale's left hand.
His left hand holding the shield went numb and the shield was pushed right up to his body.
(What a f*cking blow... my arm goes numb... a heavier slash than before! ...No! All I can do is hold the shield, Buckler, and I can't afford to swing my sword through the gap... d*mn it! ...monster.....


The blade is swung down at high speed with the full weight of Ryoma, who weighs over 100 kilograms.
It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to find a way to get a job.
I'm sure you'll find the marks of the slash deeply marked on Cale's shield as proof.
The shield, which is mainly made of wood and leather and covered with a thin layer of iron, has been cut through the iron on its surface, with a piece of wood peeking out from between.
Ryojin's eyes caught this fact.
(The surface was torn off........so it wasn't a steel shield, huh?
I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of this new collection.
However, the damaged shield dismissed one of Ryoma's concerns.
It's a good idea to be able to have a shield in your hand and still be able to fight.
I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what to expect.

(Wearing that kind of metal armor and being able to move that much is certainly amazing...)
Liang Zhen calmly compared the forces of both sides.
An armor is very heavy and restricts action.
This is even more so if you use iron as a material.
That corresponds to the speed of Ryoma, who only wears leather armor.
The fact that the sword was protected by a shield is the best proof of this.
I'm sure you'll be able to find a lot of people who are very proud of the fact that they're able to ignore the fact that they're so sluggish while possessing the defense power of steel.

It is a martial arts technique that does not require verbal chanting, and while it is only effective on the body, it does not require chanting and consumes little life force.
It is a technology that has become a mainstay of the war in the earth world.
Whether or not the use of legal arts was an insurmountable barrier between those who were ruled and those who were not.
(But ... it's not an absolute technology ... it's only not more than human.)
Ryouma's eyes had seen through Cale's weaknesses.
(Cale I will definitely kill you here! You have to see it! That's what my grandfather used to call it!

The air that Ryoma wears is cold and sharp.
Ryoma.........The sword is a part of your body. Swing your arm, not your sword, and when you draw your sword, don't hesitate. Wandering confuses your mind and consciousness, and that confusion is transmitted to the sword. Only one! You must concentrate on cutting! And believe. Your training and skill! The sword I wield!
The words of his grandfather come to Ryojin's mind.


Kye-yeah!

A strange voice gushed out of Ryoma's mouth again.
Ryoma ran at once to Cale, still in his eight-sided stance.

(Come! I'll shield you from your blows and reap them there!
Cale braces his hands for impact.

Bad!

Ryoma's body flew into the air as he came running towards me.

(What! You flew! Fool! (After you land, you'll be defenseless!
In a split-second decision, Cale's left hand is held out above his head.

The body of Ryoma was turned upside down in the air.
The sword in his hand was worn tightly against his back, and every muscle in his body was strained.

"Eat it!

The power of his entire body, drawn like a bow, was concentrated in just one place.
It struck above Cale's head along with Ryoma's full weight.

Baki! Docha!

There was the sound of something cracking.
Then the dull sound of something cutting off the watery substance reached his ears.

''What...?''

Astonishment flashed across Cale's face.
He slowly turned his gaze to his own left hand.
The first thing he saw was the shield 《Buckler》 in his hand, which was halved.
The next thing he saw was the sword biting into his left arm.
You can feel that your left arm gradually becomes hot and your skin becomes moist.
I'm sure you'll be able to find the best way to get the most out of this article.

Porta ... porta ... porta ... porta ... porta ...

A reddish-black spot spreads on the ground.
It goes on spreading its area gradually.

"Shit!

Cale switched his thoughts, which had stopped in astonishment, and swung his sword at Ryoma.
I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this.
I'm not going to be able to get it right.

(Left arm ... no ... no ... it's not moving! I'm going numb... shit! What a guy! Did you slash my arm through the shield, Buckler? My armor-covered arm! .... what a ... what a monster!)

That amount of blood you just severed a bone and an artery. That's it.

Ryoma pronounced expressionlessly as he received Cale's glaring gaze.
If he said the words, it meant that the game was decided.

''Don't be silly! The game isn't over yet! I can still fight!

Cale holds up his sword.
Indeed, if it's only a fight, Cale might be right and it's possible.
He is still breathing and his right hand is intact.
But the match was already won.

''It's useless ... how can the sword in my right hand alone prevent my slash, which I couldn't prevent even if I used my shield? That and the bleeding. If you don't get that care immediately, you will bleed to death. But there's no one on your side to patch you up right now you've lost.

Cale's face twisted.
Just like Ryouma's words, the winner had already been decided.
Cale's left arm was already cut off to the bone and stuck.
Besides, the blade had reached the artery.
The fact that he was holding his shield over his head.
And although the metal cage hand was used to prevent the amputation of the arm, the left arm was completely killed.
I'm sure you'll be able to find the best way to get the most out of your new job.
And the blood flowing out of the arteries would mercilessly cut into Cale's strength.
If he doesn't stop the bleeding immediately, he will die of blood loss in the next few minutes.
In the middle of the battlefield.
There is no one on your side, and there is no way you can stop the bleeding when you are facing the enemy.

"This is it....

'Oh...'

Ryoma nodded at Cale's muttering.

''Well I didn't expect to die here.......I seem to be a man without much luck.

Cale's face showed the resignation-like resolve of a warrior facing death.

'You are Mikoshiba Ryoma?'

'Oh...'

''Well you're such a schemer, but you're a better warrior than I am, you're a monster.

Cale used the word monster, but there was no contempt in it.
On the contrary, there was even a hint of admiration on his face.

'I've always prided myself on the fact that no knight is better than me... whether it's a sword or a sharp mind, I'm superior! I can see further than any knight in this country! But you were no match for either your command of the army or your skill with the sword why was I defeated? ...because you're a more brilliant man than I am?

'No I'm not better than you I don't think I'm inferior but I don't think I'm better either.

Ryoma answered Cale's question with his heart.
Because he thought that was the courtesy to a man who was about to die.

''Then why did I lose?''

'You have been defeated by your own mind. In the pride of your own power....

Cale's eyes widened when he heard Ryoma's words.

''Haughty..............................Haha. I didn't expect it to be just like Mikhail's words.......let me ask you one thing. Why do you join Princess Lupis? Money? Power? It's just a blank check. In this country, the barriers of status are so high the nobles around you won't allow it, even if the princess tries to pay for it!

Money and power, I'm not going to take it from a princess.

Ryoma shook his head at Cale's question.

''Well that's silly then why do you fight. Why did you turn against us!''

Cale interrogated, his tone of questioning hard.
He wanted to know.
Why would the enemy that sent him to his death fight?

Easy..... we're the ones who made Princess Lupis part of the plot because of you.

You think it's my fault...?

Yeah. Did you set up Mikhail?

Cale's face contorted in surprise at Ryoma's words.
Then, after pondering something, he nodded as if he was convinced.

''Are you talking about Princess Ladine heading into the Roselia Kingdom?

''Well we received a request [quest] from the guild and were attacked on our way to the Kingdom of Roselia. As a substitute for Princess Ladine.

Yeah, I sent Mikhail a decoy to attack the decoy with false information.

There was a feeling of pride in Kale's words, somewhat proud of his schemes.
Ryoma said with a thin smile.

'Yeah, I sure was a good move, huh? ...as long as you don't involve us in it!

It might not be Cale's fault.
Because he didn't intentionally involve Ryoma and the others.
It just happened that Laura's hair was silver hair.
Coincidentally, she was the only silver-haired mercenary in the port city of Fulzard.
As a result of various coincidences, Ryoma is in front of Cale.

Hearing Ryoma's words, Cale's face distorts.
Anyone could not help but curse their own fate if they heard Ryoma's explanation.
I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

''I was unlucky........''

Such words escape from Cale's mouth.
They are the lamenting words of a man who was hated by the goddess of fate.

''Oh, you're not so lucky...''

Ryoma nodded quietly.

'I have one last favor to ask.

Ryoma nodded silently at Cale's words.
His face was already pale from the bleeding, and all that remained was to wait for death.
Ryoma wasn't so ruthless as to impugn the words of a human who was facing death.

''As a knight I want to fight and die will you take me on?''

Ryouma nodded silently and readied his sword.

'Thank you ... thank you.'

Yeah.

Ryoma nodded silently and raised his sword.
Cale held his sword at his side and ran with the last of his strength to Ryoma, who stood still.

''Keeeeeeeee!''

Just as Cale's sword was about to cleave Ryojin's torso, a strange voice rang out from Ryojin's mouth.

Gasp!

In the next moment, the sword that had been raised above his head was slammed into Cale's helmet.

Cale's body ran straight past Ryoma.
Two steps, three steps, four steps.
Gradually, Cale's running speed slowed down, and eventually he fell forward to the earth.