I Was Reincarnated As The Older Brother Of A Villainess Destined to Die, So I Want To Change The Future By Raising My Younger Sister With My Own Hands. I Am The Strongest In The World, But My Little Sister Must Be The Cutest In The World - Volume 3 Chapter 6.21
The timeline is shortly after “six years later.”
Thousands of “stars” fall from the sky.
Thousands of “swords” sprout from the earth.
Both shine brilliantly, burning the surrounding air, as they relentlessly assail each other.
In a matter of seconds, the “stars” and “swords” collide. Thunderous roars echo through the heavens, and violent tremors shake the ground, endlessly spreading and distorting the space. The air warps with a creaking sound.
It is a sight reminiscent of a mythological battle. I??Akatsuki, never imagined engaging in such a fight.
This battle is a simulated combat. It is a simulated battle between me and my sole disciple, Zex. This situation, akin to the creation of heaven and earth, is created by me and Zex.
As for me, Zex’s abilities have already surpassed the realm of humans. In just a few more days, he will turn sixteen. In that short period of time, he has acquired power on par with a messenger of the gods. It’s a terrifying rate of growth, even considering my guidance.
…But now is not the time to be impressed.
I sense a distortion in the space near the back of my head. Swiftly tilting my head, I see a right arm wielding a dagger passing through the place where my head was just moments ago.
“Ah!?”
I held my breath.
The recent attack must have been executed through the “Phase Link Gate,” but I couldn’t sense any signs of it until just before it happened. Normally, with such immense magical power in motion, I would have noticed it much earlier.
Moreover, it’s too unnatural that he can accurately target my position in the current situation. The collision of the “stars” and “swords” unfolding before us releases a tremendous storm of magic, which should be interfering with his detection abilities. In other words, there’s no way he can pinpoint me like this.
But as if mocking my thoughts, attacks continue to be unleashed from his side.
This time, I successfully sense the magic. Estimated “Gunshot Shots” are being activated from eight thousand, one hundred and twelve places around me, nearly filling three hundred and sixty degrees.
If I get hit by all of those, I’ll undoubtedly be a hornet’s nest. I wish he wouldn’t throw such outrageous attacks so casually.
However, I am not a messenger of the gods who can be defeated so easily. I can also use predictive magic.
In the next moment, eight thousand, one hundred and twelve shots of “Gunshot Shot” are fired at once. I read the trajectories and gracefully dodge every single one of them.
Good, now I can counterattack—
“What?! I can’t move!?”
Unbeknownst to me, I am entangled in threads made of magic. They seem to be growing from deep within the ground, and even I, with all my skill, am momentarily restrained.
Zecks doesn’t miss the opportunity. Multiple “Gunshot Shots” aimed at vital points are rushing towards me.
“You’re naive!”
I emit a concentrated burst of magic around me, deflecting the incoming bullets. The amount of magic Zecks had imbued in those bullets was more than I had anticipated, and it consumed a considerable amount of my own magic, but I narrowly escaped the predicament.
Realizing that remaining on the defensive won’t get me anywhere, I decide to seize the momentary gap and launch a counteroffensive. After all, teleportation isn’t their exclusive domain. Well, it works on different principles than Zecks’ “Phase Link Gate,” but still.
I activate “Teleportation” and instantly move in front of Zecks. I had reverse-detected his location from his previous attacks, so I knew where he would be.
Zecks seemed to anticipate my offensive, as he had already prepared two short swords.
“Haha, I wouldn’t have it any other way!”
Using magic, I create two-handed swords and swing them towards Zecks. He skillfully uses his short swords to deflect my attack.
That’s right. Since short swords are his specialty, don’t try to block him head-on. My teachings are proving effective.
We continue clashing, checking the results of our training. The clash of magic creates a thunderous roar, and numerous sword duels unfold around us.
After a while, we both instinctively take a step back, creating some distance between us – about ten meters. Even though we can close the distance in an instant, we take a moment to prepare ourselves.
No words are exchanged, but both Zecks and I understand. The next strike will bring this mock battle to an end.
Zecks locks his gaze onto me, his eyes filled with determination. It’s clear that he’s determined to win.
But I’m not planning to lose either. Although our powers are evenly matched, I’ll show him that he can’t compete with a divine apostle.
We both charge at each other again. In less than a second, our weapons clash. The sound of metal colliding echoes, and the world around us starts to crumble. It seems that even the “Different World Baule de Tezoro” can’t handle the power of our battle at this level.
We both charged at each other simultaneously. In less than a second, our weapons clashed. The sound of blades colliding reverberated through the air, and the surrounding scenery was blown away from the epicenter. The world that was already screaming began to crumble under that strike. It seems that even the “Different World Baule de Tezoro” is insufficient when it comes to our battle at this level.
Before the effects reach the outside world, we need to settle this!
I started constructing magic to deliver the finishing blow to Zecks.
However,
“What!?”
Before I could activate it, my consciousness was engulfed in “white.”
I found myself lying spread-eagle on a vast grassy plain. It was a peaceful place with a serene atmosphere.
“Darn it! I lostdddd!”
I shouted loudly towards the sky.
Yes, I had lost to my disciple Zex. It was an immense regret. I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. I never intended to concede victory for another hundred years!
Well, a hundred years is an exaggeration, but I didn’t expect to lose so soon. Zex’ growth rate is truly extraordinary. Ah, the stars are beautiful. It’s already nighttime.
As I pondered pointless thoughts and gazed at the sky for a few minutes, someone approached me.
Needless to say, it was Zex. He, too, was worn out and completely depleted of magic. It seems that this victory was a close call. Wait… hold on.
“What happened to your eyes?”
I couldn’t help but ask. Zecks’ eyelids were completely shut, and tears of blood were flowing from the gaps. Moreover, it wasn’t just ordinary bleeding. I sensed the presence of magical side effects.
In response, Zex shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.
“It’s just the recoil from my final technique. It’s not as severe as it looks.”
“It definitely feels like you paid a price, though.”
“Hahaha, can you tell just by looking?”
“This is no laughing matter.”
I’m genuinely worried. Magic that requires a payment can lead to irreversible consequences in certain cases.
Even with my serious gaze, Zex’ attitude remains unchanged. He nonchalantly sits down beside me.
“I’m really fine. The recoil is just stronger due to my inadequate proficiency. With practice, I can somewhat mitigate it.”
“…I can’t detect any lies.”
His inner thoughts, now that our abilities are evenly matched, are impossible to discern. But I could assert that he was telling the truth. I can judge the authenticity to some extent.
Relieved, I ask my second question.
“What was that final technique, after all?”
I believe it was magic, but it was unfamiliar to me. If I had any recollection, even for an instant, I wouldn’t have made such a foolish mistake of being caught off guard.
Then, Zex smiles with a smirk, full of meaning.
“It’s a privilege of being human.”
“Specifically?”
“It’s a secret.”
“What!?”
This guy seriously has no intention of telling me. After training him without holding back, he’s showing such ingratitude.
Seeing my raised eyebrow, Zex chuckles.
“Just kidding. I’ll tell you properly. But wait a little longer. I want to savor the taste of victory a bit more.”
“Hmph. Aren’t you unpleasant?”
To talk about savoring the taste of victory in front of me, the one who was defeated… He has some nerve.
“You’re saying that? You always used to boast whenever you won.”
“I’m fine with it. After all, I am your master.”
“I’ve had some terrible masters.”
Zecks starts laughing, and I can’t help but be drawn into it, laughing along.
Even though I lost the mock battle, this kind of atmosphere isn’t so bad.