I Was a Small Fish When I Reincarnated, but It Seems That I Can Become a Dragon, so I Will Do My Best - Extra Chapter 112
I changed Ouren’s skill name, it sounds cooler somehow. Why I didn’t think of that in the past.
4-32. A slight moment
In an instant, Ouren raised his hand towards the angel. Knowing he intended to do something, the angel also readied his shield.
“It’s surprisingly difficult to hold back and not kill.”
After saying that, Ouren’s open hand suddenly closed.
“[Infinite Water Surg]e.”
“Wha—!? W-What!?”
In the next moment, a large amount of water spread from behind the angel. It engulfed the angel, restraining it and continuously increasing in mass to keep it contained.
Although they seemed preoccupied with the situation above, the human soldiers were still closing in on Ouren. Just when it seemed dangerous, they suddenly dropped to the ground as if their strings had been cut. Most of them seemed to have died without knowing what happened, none displaying expressions of suffering.
The soldiers brought by the angel were now zero, eliminated at this moment.
Only the general remained.
Ouren drew his wakizashi. Surprisingly, the blade was black and seemed unaffected by the flames burning around it. He pointed it towards the struggling angel still within the water.
“Let me hear your story.”
He lightly swung the black-bladed wakizashi with one hand. For an instant, it seemed like nothing happened, but as Ouren uttered the name of the technique, we witnessed it.
“Heaven’s Rift.”
Zuban!!
The water split vertically, the earth cracked, even the clouds drifting in the sky tore apart. We couldn’t fathom what had happened, but it was clear that at least the angel’s shield was bisected, and damage was dealt.
In the blink of an eye, everything split apart, and the angel who had taken the full force of the attack fell to the ground. Ouren manipulated the water to retrieve it, then bound its arms and legs with it.
After finishing his work, Ouren looked at the black katana in his hand. It was a sword that had slept in the magic bag for four hundred years. It felt the same as it did in the past, fitting comfortably in his hand.
He gazed at it for a while, then quietly sheathed it. This time, he didn’t return it to the magic bag but kept it at his waist.
“Yeah, that’s nice.”
“It seems to be no less.”
“Although there hasn’t been any growth.”
As they lightly laughed together, I opened my mouth in surprise.
First, Uchikage-Ojiichan vanished, and then all the human soldiers fell… and then, the ground split when I blinked… What are these people…?
“S-s-strong…”
“Do you understand why Abyss said Ouren should be the first to break the seal?”
“Y-yeah… I understand… Somehow, I feel like as long as he’s around, we’ll be okay.”
“As a fighting force, he’s flawless.”
As Amariaz said, Abyss wasn’t lying. Really, he seems to be the strongest among the four of us. Uchikage-Ojiichan is also strong, but people with skills are indeed powerful.
…But maybe that angel was weak…?
He seemed to offer no resistance at all.
While pondering this, Ouren and Uchikage-Ojiichan began to interrogate the angel they had restrained.
The development was fast, and although it surprised me a bit, we exchanged glances and decided to approach to listen to the conversation.
Their efficiency was impressive. Had they had this kind of experience several times before?
“Oh, right. Before that, we should heal Dacia.”
“You… say it as if you just remembered.”
“Hahaha, my bad, my bad. ?Great Heal? Also, drink this.”
With a skill cast on her, Dacia’s body faintly glowed green for a moment. Her wounds quickly healed, and the bleeding stopped.
In the small thrown-away bottle, there was a liquid emitting a faint greenish light despite its watery color. Dacia quickly drank it all and tossed the bottle aside.
She lightly tapped her stomach a few times to check her condition, but there was no discomfort at all. The pained expression disappeared, and she stood up as if nothing had happened.
“That helped.”
“It’s nothing. Anyway, can you interrogate this guy? I’m only good up to restrain this.”
“Leave it to me.”
Snapping his fingers with a meaning behind the gesture, Ouren kicked the unconscious angel in the face.
Some were taken aback by his sudden roughness in interrogation.
For now, we left the interrogation to Dacia and approached Ouren.
“How was it?”
“Amazing…”
“Hahaha, right? Well, the skills I just showed you are just a small part of what I have.”
“How many do you have?”
“Well, around forty.”
“”Forty!?””
Both Amariaz and I showed expressions of surprise at his casual statement.
Having ten skills in oneself would be considered a lot. Maybe there are some skills I haven’t noticed, but even so, forty is too many.
Did people used to be able to possess so many skills?
As this question arose, I remembered that there were many things I needed to ask. But for now, it’s probably best not to ask about my father. It would be better to gather information from this angel, and then, after determining the next steps, ask during our travels.
There’s no rush.
As long as Ouren is here, we can ask anytime.
“By the way, I have fifteen resistances.”
“Fifteen resistances…?”
Yeah, this guy is definitely strange.