Entering a Company From Another World! – Chapter 473

This is the first impression I had: “What is this?”

It was a never-before-seen technique from my instructor. All I knew was that I had a vague sense of crisis, that something significant was about to happen. The instructor’s muscles bulged, his magic power grew to a degree I could feel in my skin, and the immense pressure he exuded, emanating an overt sense of danger, posed a question to me before any surprise or fear could.

“…Instructor, you don’t happen to have one more transformation stage left, do you?”

Instructor Kio was already quite large to begin with. But the current instructor, showing me his trump card, had become so large I wanted to poke him and ask about his skeletal structure. He was a whole size bigger, no, perhaps two sizes bigger? He was about four meters in total length. Weren’t his shoulder muscles as thick as my torso?

It wasn’t my fault for asking about the three-stage boss transformation, familiar from dragon adventures, in a relatively serious tone, with a hint of a joke.

“Gahahaha! Do you think I’d hold back something like that from you?”

But unfortunately, the instructor himself crushed that possibility. And more than that, his voice was also infused with magic power. If this continued, just letting out a loud shout could deal damage. Was I going to have to be wary of that, too? Seriously, how much more?

“I see.”

“So? Now that I’ve gone this far, what are you going to do?”

And then, a wonderfully enticing invitation came. If the instructor were to express with his eyes, joyfully, “You’re not going to refuse my invitation, are you?”

“Of course. I’ll see it through to the end.”

I would reciprocate in my own way. I was the one who invited him, after all.

“Partner, let’s use our dragon blood to the limit.”

“Ouh!”

The Ore Tree wrapped around my arm mingled not just magic power, but also dragon’s blood within the highly compressed magic power. My heart pounded once. Seeing that reaction, the instructor grinned. As if to say, “That’s right,” he enjoyed my transformation. This demon truly waits for his opponent’s preparations if it means enjoying a battle. A true battle fanatic would say something like this.

“Don’t you have handsome eyes? I don’t see golden eyes very often.”

“It’s not that there aren’t any, but does that mean there are a few people like me out there?”

My body felt hot. But it wasn’t like before, where my reason was taken away. My blood was boiling. My instincts were clamoring, as if to devour my reason, urging me to crush the demon before me. I know, wait a little longer.

“So? Are you ready?”

As if to say his own preparations were complete, the instructor urged me to hurry if I was going to fight.

“No, I have one more trump card.”

Taking him up on his offer, I played one of the trump cards I had prepared for this battle. Adding dragon’s blood was like adding a dangerous, potent drug. I gently activated a spell.

“Armor ‘Valse’.”

Armor magic. It was originally a magic for enchanting magic. It transformed the shape of magic generated by magic power, transforming its effects into an entity like armor, making it a weapon for both offense and defense. It had the drawback of consuming a lot of magic power due to the two-step process of magic generation and then the transformation of its form, but its abilities were proven.

Fortunately, my magic power was on the higher side compared to ordinary people. Furthermore, the talent of magic aptitude ten, which I acquired through numerous near-death experiences, was truly an exceptional talent.

“Alright, understood, Contractor-san. Wield my power to your heart’s content.”

To embody a High-ranking Spirit that governs time and space was not a matter of whether it was possible or not; I wouldn’t even conceive of such an idea. Maintaining the barrier was sufficient with Valse-san present. A part of its power, the Giant White Snake, turned into light and enveloped my armor. My Warrior’s armor was covered in pure white scales, making me look like…

“Gahahahaha!! How ironic, what a form!! Jiro, you bastard! That form is that of a Hero!!”

The Hero of the white dragon, as seen in fairy tales. The Hero defeats the Demon Lord. It was a little disconcerting to return to the origin of that story, and as someone who was nearly killed by a Hero, I wouldn’t say I had no feelings about it, but I would swallow those feelings and show them if it meant winning against the instructor.

“To beat you, I thought I had to do something like this.”

Just maintaining this form consumed an immense amount of magic power. My magic power plummeted as it was consumed, and once I entered combat, I would consume several times the magic power just to maintain it. Yet, even with this, I felt it was a fifty-fifty chance, or rather, I was slightly at a disadvantage against the serious instructor.

I tilted my head, asking how he liked this form, and the instructor laughed heartily, as if he was truly enjoying himself.

“Magnificent!!”

And then, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, the instructor lunged. Using Future Sight, I read his move and, with a fluid motion, stepped forward to aim for a counter-attack. Dodging the instructor’s arm, I aimed for his neck with a single stroke to finish him with one strike. The pressure from his fist almost sent me flying, but by channeling momentum into the counter, I stabilized my body and, in a very good position, the Ore Tree seemed to sink into the instructor’s neck.

*Clang*

“What kind of physical strength do you have?”

“Enough to block the General’s attacks.”

Cold sweat trickled down my cheek. My body was pushed to its limit by dragon blood, and I was protected by armor with the same strength as the dimensional wall. It was a single strike that could cleave even a Dragon King’s scales. Yet, what I felt from my fingertips was the sensation of my strike being blocked by hardened skin. A laugh unintentionally escaped me. The instructor’s physique, exceeding my expectations to this extent.

Immediately, using Future Sight, I aimed for the part he was about to attack and countered again. But the sensation from the tip of my Ore Tree was like hitting an iron plate with a hammer. I earnestly wished for it to shatter. Fortunately, the instructor’s enlarged arm and my Ore Tree were at the same range, allowing us to attack each other in our preferred ranges.

“This is fun! This is fun, Jiro!!”

The instructor, using all four limbs, unleashed a storm of violence, as if to ask, “What about you?”

“Thanks to you!! I’m enjoying it too, Instructor!!”

My heart beat faster with the onslaught of attacks, which could be described as a storm of despair. While there was a fear of trying to suppress that intensity, I was even more unable to contain my joy at being able to fight against an instructor who could unleash such attacks on equal footing. I’m sure my lips were contorted into a twisted smile, my teeth gritted. And if anyone could have witnessed this scene from afar, for ordinary people, it would have simply appeared as the ground being gouged, destroyed, and blown away. My enhanced eyes processed the results of predicting the future, and my body, bolstered by dragon’s blood to resist the gale, resisted that storm of violence. I couldn’t dodge all of the instructor’s attacks. If I took a direct hit, even with the armor of the white snake, a kin of Valse-san, I couldn’t withstand many blows. Time is limited, and I don’t deny wishing this enjoyable time would last forever, but the desire to win outweighed that, and I began to think about how to defeat the instructor before me within the remaining time.

“Amaterasu!!”

The first thing I considered was overcoming the lack of Attack Power. The blade of my Ore Tree, which resonated with magic power and specialized in conceptual slicing, failed to even tear the instructor’s skin. This was clear evidence that my attack power was simply insufficient. So, I reasoned, I just needed to boost it, and chose a blade from my arsenal that could wound a Demon Lord.

“!? Is this still not enough!?”

I truly felt the instructor’s seriousness, his true terror. The attack, delivered through alternating offense and defense, was blocked by the instructor’s arm. My thrust, intended to cleave, and the timing of my swing, should have been perfect. Yet, the result was that the Ore Tree’s blade only grazed the instructor’s epidermis. It didn’t even reach the muscles beneath his skin, and there wasn’t even a sizzling sound as his arm burned. My blade had indeed grazed the instructor’s arm, but it was still far from dealing damage, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of joke.

“So this is Amaterasu. I see why the General takes damage. It’s quite painful, isn’t it?”

It’s supposed to emit temperatures equivalent to the sun. The clash between the Ore Tree’s blade and the demon’s arm, with its sun-like heat, made for an amusing spectacle. Even when I put force into pushing forward, I couldn’t win against the instructor in sheer power. In terms of speed, I had a slight edge due to my future sight. In terms of durability, we were on par as long as the white snake’s defense was active. Therefore, the remaining contest would be one of skill.

“It shouldn’t be this easy! What kind of body structure do you have!?”

“Oni are usually like this!!”

What an unreasonable body. I wanted to shout back that it wasn’t like that, but it was better to swing my Ore Tree than to do so, so I continued my attacks. I didn’t have time to ponder what to do. The Ore Tree, activated with Amaterasu, clashed with the instructor’s fist. How is this a stalemate? This is some kind of nightmare. In terms of physical durability alone, he might surpass the President. If so, I could only laugh as I desperately attacked, searching for a way to defeat the instructor. There are ways to generate higher firepower than Amaterasu. But if I couldn’t defeat the instructor with that firepower, I would be at a complete standstill. My reason alerted me to be cautious, but I didn’t have time for that. My brain was working at full capacity to predict the instructor’s attacks using Future Sight and respond to them. I processed incoming attacks on a millisecond-by-millisecond basis. I even had time to think, somewhat amused, “I wasn’t this busy even during the Death March,” wondering if I really had the leisure to think such unnecessary thoughts.

“Amaterasu, reverse.”

“Huh?”

I played my last card.

“Nichigoku.”

The white heat reversed into black heat. The instructor’s magical reaction made him hesitate for a moment, and his attack loosened. In fact, that judgment was correct, which is why dealing with this demon is so difficult.

“Tch, corrosive flame?”

“Why do you notice!”

If his defense is high, why not lower it? With that in mind, I used Nichigoku, a reversed form of Amaterasu, a corrosive flame, but…

“Then I’ll do this!!”

“Why are you fighting me head-on!!”

It was as if he had only been wary at first and had quickly adapted, smashing his fist directly into my Ore Tree. Hey, this magic is one of the more dangerous techniques Instructor Fushio taught me. It’s a magic that fuses material decay magic with heat magic, reconstitutes it, and then wraps it around my blade. That’s Amaterasu Nichigoku. It was originally a technique conceived from the idea of a solar eclipse, but how is he able to attack so frankly and head-on?

“Wha—!? Is brute force with complete self-regeneration even allowed!?”

“It’s allowed, so I’m doing it! This method was also effective against the General!”

However, that question was resolved faster than I expected. I saw the tip of the instructor’s fist, enhanced and with the use of Future Sight. Although I couldn’t examine it closely, I could certainly see that my attack had lowered his defense, corroded his skin, and left it in a bad state, but immediately afterward, his fist returned to its pristine state. What kind of absurdity, what kind of brute force muscle technique is this? In this high-speed combat, the time the instructor’s fist and my Ore Tree touch is fleeting. Conversely, the moment my attack touches him to lower his defense is almost instantaneous. As if to say, “If I just touch him for that moment and regenerate my fist before touching him again, there’s no problem,” theSTRUCTOR laughed and exchanged blows with me.

“Does it hurt!? Oh well, asking is pointless!”

“Yeah! That’s exactly what it is! Pain is like a spice that colors a battle! The more it affects you, the better flavor it gives!”

But there’s no way it wouldn’t hurt. Even if it regenerates instantly, his fist is melting. Even if he blocks the heat of Amaterasu with magic power, Nichigoku is a corrosive flame that melts magic power and also physical defense. Even though it’s a phenomenon that burns and melts what it ignites, the instructor is pushing back that flame with his own magic power.

“Oora oora oora!! Don’t tell me you’re out already!! Is this all you’ve got!!”

“I still have cards left to play!!”

If you do that, I can’t help but get fired up, can I! So, if corrosion is countered by tenacious regeneration, what about this side?!

“Takemikazuchi!!”

“Lightning this time!! But I’ve seen that technique too!!”

I’ll play every card I have!! Instructor!! You’ll regret thinking it’s the same technique!!

“Raiden!!”

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