Chapter 232: 232 227 相手の目的を把握し的確に対応せよ

"Don't come!　Don't come here!

"A monster!　f*ck you!

Who's the monster! I would say: ......

"The sad part is that there's no denying it.

I'm sure you're not the only one who's interested in this kind of thing.

Reacting and avoiding bullets after they're fired is not a normal trick.

In addition, it's a nightmare to approach while evading.

Just now, I could still feel it in my fist.

You have to look at the scene created at the end of the fist that you swung with all your strength and accept the words with a bitter smile.

Normally, the question arises whether it is possible to beat a person equipped with a gun with a punch.

If you ask if it is possible or impossible, the answer is usually a conditional one.

There is a barrier, the opponent's gun would run out of bullets or cause trouble.

It would not be possible without the presence of a companion, proximity, and other favorable conditions for the unarmed party.

The elements that allow you to get close and not get shot, that's what matters.

But that can't be the reality.

The idea of moving forward is insane, let alone running away in front of a gun.

Furthermore, defeating him with empty hands is just nonsense and crazy.

In addition, the way the person on the receiving end of the fist, as in any battle manga, is also strange.

Normally, the best one can imagine is to fall to the ground.

It would never have been possible for a fist to plow through the earth and create a gust of wind that knocked a man over like a bowling ball.

What would they think if that were the case?

Once or twice, some people may still think it's a coincidence, an optical illusion, or a deliberate blow-up.

But ......

"That's the tenth one!

I have been wielding that much force at all times, and even now I have grabbed the nearest man's head through his helmet and swung it around and threw it around.

「「「「......」」」」

You can see the color of fear in their eyes as if to say what a nightmare it is.

You can see that I'm a demon raja now.

Otherwise, no ordinary human being would lightly punch a human, throw a grown man with one hand, split the ground, and smile at the mouth with a natural expression.

Probably I would say the same thing if such an opponent was the enemy and I was the other side.

This guy's in trouble.

The midnight hour and my indistinct appearance may have helped to reinforce their fear.

Well, the more he's afraid, the better for us.

The more we are afraid, the easier it is for us to move.

With the opponent's only light source being a evenly placed bonfire and no night vision scope, it should be hard to see.

But it doesn't matter to me now.

Rather, it looks like daylight.

I didn't think having magic in this world would be such a great advantage.

I can see clearer and more clearly than I could with my night vision scope.

Thanks to that, the darkness has been a tailwind for me.

The worse the vision, the easier it is to lose me.

They're going that way!

"Which way?

"Southward!

"Dumbass!　I disagree!

Where did they go?

All you have to do is move back and forth from the light to the dark with such speed that you'll make them think you can't make that move with a human, and they'll be confused.

And it will not miss an opening.

It will approach at high speed, demonstrating a beastly agility that cannot be captured by the naked eye to get close to the enemy.

Ng?

"Oh, hey, what happened?

He turned around and held his mouth to give a shot to the solar plexus, trying to prevent it from even letting out air, but the nearby members didn't seem to realize what had happened.

This physical ability to do such a thing would be nothing more than a nightmare for the opponent.

"Hey, hey, you're kidding me, hi!

"......

The fact that I silently grabbed heavy weapons to end the fight may also inspire fear in my opponent.

Compared to the instructors, I'm still within the realm of humanity, you think, kicking the man who looks up at me with a swoon, and after confirming that he's out of consciousness, you move on to your next target.

The next target is relatively close.

Just by gently running, you'll be in close proximity to the enemy.

You got to do the ritual.　You can get your allies involved!　Finish them off at all costs!

As they killed one by one, the commander's orders echoed through the square.

"Hey, hey, what's that?

It's an easy-going instruction without knowing that we are struggling to keep things on track.

It's hard enough to beat the odds and you still think you can handle it?

Well, that's what will happen if we continue to do nothing...

Unfortunately, this power also has a time limit.

If the magic power that Suela, Memoria, and Himik put into it runs out, I'll go back to being a normal person.

The allotted time limit is longer than that of a giant hero from some nebula, but that doesn't leave much room for error.

With such a limit in place, the game was overrun.

You can't do that as a human being.

So there's no time to waste.

If you hit him, you can blow all three of them away, or you can kick and dispel a shot-out grenade without touching his leg.

If you jump, you can traverse a distance of more than ten meters with a single foot; if you are attacked, you will bounce a bullet with your hand; a storm of countless bullets from the trigger squeezed in front of you will cause you to slide into the space where your eyesight, which can count each raindrop, will present a gap.

As you said before, I'm worthy of being called a monster for having slipped through the barrage of bullets.

But, well, it's true that I can do it, and I've been in an environment that allows me to do it.

It's not fair for me to say that I did it without using a weapon, but take care of your allies.

Even if the enemy is strong, if we work together we might be able to take it down.

Well, I don't think it's fair for me to say that.

"Hee!"?

I'm sorry for encouraging you to cooperate.

In addition, I'm sorry to say that I created such a scene.

I was shaking and shaking and looking at me as if I didn't think I was human.

It's not pleasant to be looked at, but I don't blame you for looking at me like this.

This is the lesson you need to learn, so you can get a real job.

Squeezing what is in my hand with a crunch.

Not biological hardness, but the hardness of metal.

It's not a big one I've crushed, but a small one.

No, it would have been a big one, to be exact.

It was an armored car, to be more precise.

There were two armored cars, both of them smoking, their armor had holes here and there, and it was the machine gun attached to the armored car that had just been crushed.

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"Swoosh.

There were dead bodies all around.

The enemy was still there, and I wondered about my nerves for smoking in such a situation, but I was tired of doing this.

I dived into the storm of gunfire at the front, ducked RPGs and grenades, withstood the light of stun grenades and smoke grenade smoke from the jamming weapons, and tore off one by one, tearing off one by one, tearing off one by one, tearing off one by one, and tossing one by one.

When the number of enemies diminishes, aim for the big one and get close to the armored car.

You will roll over with a jumping kick, denting the armored car's armor, and then slam into it.

You literally beat the man until he's beaten to a pulp and pulled him out of the midst of it, an action that would have been expected of a normal person, as the fist would have been the better choice.

When the machine gun was folded in half, he would end up in the other car in the same way.

The result is a car full of holes and an armored car?　You've completed a piece of work that raises a question mark.

I hope you'll forgive me this one, because I've done what I normally wouldn't have done.

I'm not physically tired, but I'm mentally tired.

An experienced soldier equipped with a modern anti-tank rifle, an RPG, and many other weapons would understand this tragedy.

But what would they think if they saw a man who had done it without either of those things, without any hands, right in front of them?

I'm sure the instructors would smile with pleasure.

At least he wouldn't show me a look of fear.

Instead, I could see that it would be happy to challenge you to a fight.

As a person who knows such an existence, and seeing such a disgraceful opponent who is controlled by fear, I reaffirm my common sense that this is normal.

"Well, just give up on the guy.

"I was, please, only my life.

That's how insane I am to them.

If you were to ask if there are people in modern Japan who have been educated by demons or the undead, most people would say there aren't.

I'm the one who is definitely insane.

Such an opponent, not that he is laughing all the way to the bank, but he would be scared to see me, who was aware that he was laughing in the excitement of battle.

But it's the first time I've been begged for my life.

Sleep aside for now.

It's a very subtle word, I think, but I prod in my mind that I'm not a pleasure killer.

And although you deny in your heart that you are not a murderer, you have no reason to ignore your enemy.

Don't tolerate your enemies, that's an ironclad rule in dungeons.

So kick the man whose mask is missing, revealing the upper right corner of his face to the edge of the square.

It's a little easier on him, but it's definitely more powerful than a professional martial artist.

You won't come out of it.

Kaido and I are accustomed to seeing humans fly parabolic trajectories, but I'm deeply moved by the fact that I've finally gone from being on the receiving end to being on the doing end.

So, this is the real deal.

The guards have now been eliminated.

As for the Onmyouji who was supposed to be with me, judging from the sound of explosions in the distance, my mother must have successfully led them away from here.

Judging from the sounds of battle, you can guess that they are fighting a guerrilla war, but I have a strong feeling that my mother is the one who has the upper hand.

You'll be able to get a better idea of what you're looking for with a wry smile, and shift your gaze from the direction of the explosion sound.

If you gently change your gaze with the cigarette in your mouth, you can see the object that you had been watching from afar more closely than before.

The object is throbbing and pulsating.

It's even grimmer up close.

The appearance of the internal organs is graphic.

I wonder if it's because of that first impression at first glance that it looks even creepier.

Now, what to do with this.

I know that you can't just punch an object that looks dangerous to touch.

No one would be stupid enough to hit a bomb thinking that it would break if they hit it.

By the same token, there's not much I, as a physical specialist, can do in front of such a thing.

But there are times when I stare at it, hoping that I'll notice something by observing it.

...... does your heart beat faster?

I thought my heart was beating slowly, but now it's beating faster, pounding, pounding.

I think I'm not mistaken.

My heart is beating so fast I think it's going to explode.

What to do, hit him?

And trying to act a little short-sighted, when the sound of a beating heart was about to occupy the square.

A sound out of place.

"A whistle?

What could be called the tone of the wind.

At first, a single tone gradually increases in number, echoing the chorus of the flute.

Then.

"......

The source of the whistle's tone was immediately apparent.

Just turn your head in the direction of the sound and you'll know right away.

I should have told you that you were out of place.

But the group was, in a way, appropriate for the occasion.

A black cloth covered their faces, dressed in white kimono, and walking toward you, holding a yokobue and blowing a whistle.

All around them were dancers, or perhaps dancers, dressed in showy kimono and dancing slowly to the beat of the flute, with the flute player covering their faces.

In such a place, that action.

The sight of the abnormality didn't seem out of place.

Yeah, I see.

And when I saw the act, I did not understand, but I understood.

I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew what he was doing.

And I knew that I was the only one who could handle it.

"Yeah, we're in trouble.

I grabbed a cigarette, put out the fire, and crushed it on the ground as if to take out my normally good manners on the a**h*les who made my day off not a day off.

This was supposed to be a job that ended with a reconnaissance or a disturbance.

But it didn't end there now.

She's probably fighting the yin and yang now.

I said I'd handle that, so I'll handle it.

Then I'll just do what I have to do, and I'll address the group.

Hey.　Don't you think so?

The whistle and the dance never stop playing.

Yes, that's right, you can't.

There's no way they can "answer".

You can't "answer" them.

The demons.

Because it is not human.

Inside the swaying cloth.

From it grow horns and fangs.

Unlike the goblins and orcs, there was a Japanese ogre not unlike Instructor Kio.

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