Chapter 123.2. False Butterflies
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-Masatoshi’s POV-
[Black Hole]
A small hole of darkness is created in the air.
It’s only the size of a baseball, but its power is immense. It distorts space and begins to absorb everything with its super-gravity.
Pulled by the super-gravity, all fire snakes get sucked into the air. Once every snake get sucked in, the hole in the darkness disappeared, leaving no trace as if nothing had happened.
“Wow. I spent almost all of my mana.”
Faker slumps his shoulders groggily. Masatoshi is surprised that his trump card, magic, has been erased, but he is even more astonished by something else, so he peels his eyes.
“That magic …… and that tone of voice, I didn’t think it was Annal!”
In the tumultuous battlefield, Masatoshi’s words, fortunately, reached only the jet-black man and Faker. Enraku was in combat with Nagamasa, while Sena was protected by her guards at a distance.
“Huh? Do you know me? Have we met somewhere? That’s not good, Commander. I’ve been exposed.”
Annal was flustered, but Masatoshi was more flustered. There was no way Annal was here.
“Hey, why are you here? You, a slave, can’t be here. What are you? What are you!”
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“Huh, I see. You know too much. I guess that’s why.”
Masatoshi paled at the jet-black man who folded his arms and showed a spare attitude. Masatoshi doesn’t understand. No, he understands. He understands it in a corner of his head.
Masatoshi is a reincarnated person. He’s a reincarnated person, and he’s making friends with an enemy character who was supposed to be stronger than he is.
Masatoshi reads about it in the setting book. It said that Annal was a character who, with proper training, should have become a strong man. But he was a slave, had no training, and was easily killed by Shin.
The only way he could have been a reincarnated character is if he was one of them.
“Your standing is not much. Let’s kill him here. Farewell, Masatoshi-kun.”
“Damn it, you bastard.”
Gritting his teeth, Masatoshi tries to counter with his few remaining mana.
But the gap in strength was hopeless. The jet-black man isn’t much, but even so, if he and Annal attack in combination, Masatoshi’s defeat is certain.
“Well then, goodbye.”
The hovering Annal prepares to attack Masatoshi with a light tone of voice.
“Mhmm! We’re going to lose, Annal!”
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“Heh? Noooo!”
But the jet-black man notices something, utters a warning, and leaves the scene.
[Plasma Bird III]
A bird formed by lightning, looking like a phoenix, came flying out between the dense vegetation and hit Annal.
Annal took it decently, and when its body was enveloped in lightning and emitted light, it instantly turned into a charred mass and crashed to the ground.
[Plasma Bird III]
“Kuk!”
After that, a second lightning bird, and the jet-black man rushed into the space between the trees to escape, flying through the air and weaving between the branches and leaves.
However, the lightning bird accurately pursues the jet-black man who runs away. Without burning the branches and leaves in between, just by flipping it, it spreads its wings and approaches the jet-black man at high speed.
The jet-black man scatters jewels, but the lightning bird turns and ducks, leaving a purple streak in its wake as it approaches the jet-black man.
“Perfect tracking type? Does it work on anything other than the enemy? What’s more, it can dodge interception. What high-level magic!”
The jet-black man says in surprise and points his hand at the lightning bird approaching in front of him.
“It can’t be helped.”
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The lightning bird bites his hand and instantly tries to burn it with high-heat plasma.
Surprisingly, the construct vanished from the beak it touched, shattered without a shard.
“Ah, you’re trying to extinguish my magic, interesting.”
An old man’s voice came from among the trees, and a slithering figure appeared.
He was an old man in an old hat and a ragged cloak. Does he have one eye? He has one eye closed.
“Who is this old man?”
The jet-black man stops dead in the sky and asks the old man.
“Well, the forest is quite noisy. I came to check on you.”
I see you are a druid magician. Sorry to disturb you. It has nothing to do with you. I’d like you to leave now.”
“You leave a druid to hunt druids?”
The old man points a wrinkled finger at the jet-black man. His eyes are sharp and have the power to awe those who look into them.
“…… I’m sorry. I didn’t expect this. I see. There is a possibility that I could turn into a butterfly. I must move more carefully than ever. Is that what you mean?”
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The jet-black man’s mouth turns into a smile as he turns his head toward victory.
“I don’t want to be flapped by the butterflies any more than I already am, but …… I’m sorry. Masatoshi-kun. I’m not going to kill you. I hope you’ll learn a lesson from this and be meek.”
As he said this, the jet-black man’s body blurred and disappeared as if dissolving into the air.
The corpse of Annal, whom he had supposedly defeated as expected, was also non-existent.
“I will not be defeated! No matter what obstacles I face!”
He grinned and grinned and grinned and grinned, and since victory had quickly become the upper hand, he got on a roll and cracked Shin’s words. I don’t know what I’m not losing at, but I was in a good mood to say something cool anyway.
Then, with a bang, I turned and looked at the old man.
“Please, old man, do us a favor! Please join us!”
Masatoshi begged with a desperate look at the mysterious old druid.
The mysterious old man uses a powerful magic he has never seen before.
A mysterious old magician. He’s a character who wasn’t in the original story. Characters who appear this way are usually strong.
And it is a pattern that Masatoshi knows.
The old man is a common theme. It’s a common pattern. Masatoshi was inwardly excited that he was going to be a mob protagonist.
Chapter 123.2. False Butterflies
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-Masatoshi’s POV-
[Black Hole]
A small hole of darkness is created in the air.
It’s only the size of a baseball, but its power is immense. It distorts space and begins to absorb everything with its super-gravity.
Pulled by the super-gravity, all fire snakes get sucked into the air. Once every snake get sucked in, the hole in the darkness disappeared, leaving no trace as if nothing had happened.
“Wow. I spent almost all of my mana.”
Faker slumps his shoulders groggily. Masatoshi is surprised that his trump card, magic, has been erased, but he is even more astonished by something else, so he peels his eyes.
“That magic …… and that tone of voice, I didn’t think it was Annal!”
In the tumultuous battlefield, Masatoshi’s words, fortunately, reached only the jet-black man and Faker. Enraku was in combat with Nagamasa, while Sena was protected by her guards at a distance.
“Huh? Do you know me? Have we met somewhere? That’s not good, Commander. I’ve been exposed.”
Annal was flustered, but Masatoshi was more flustered. There was no way Annal was here.
“Hey, why are you here? You, a slave, can’t be here. What are you? What are you!”
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“Huh, I see. You know too much. I guess that’s why.”
Masatoshi paled at the jet-black man who folded his arms and showed a spare attitude. Masatoshi doesn’t understand. No, he understands. He understands it in a corner of his head.
Masatoshi is a reincarnated person. He’s a reincarnated person, and he’s making friends with an enemy character who was supposed to be stronger than he is.
Masatoshi reads about it in the setting book. It said that Annal was a character who, with proper training, should have become a strong man. But he was a slave, had no training, and was easily killed by Shin.
The only way he could have been a reincarnated character is if he was one of them.
“Your standing is not much. Let’s kill him here. Farewell, Masatoshi-kun.”
“Damn it, you bastard.”
Gritting his teeth, Masatoshi tries to counter with his few remaining mana.
But the gap in strength was hopeless. The jet-black man isn’t much, but even so, if he and Annal attack in combination, Masatoshi’s defeat is certain.
“Well then, goodbye.”
The hovering Annal prepares to attack Masatoshi with a light tone of voice.
“Mhmm! We’re going to lose, Annal!”
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“Heh? Noooo!”
But the jet-black man notices something, utters a warning, and leaves the scene.
[Plasma Bird III]
A bird formed by lightning, looking like a phoenix, came flying out between the dense vegetation and hit Annal.
Annal took it decently, and when its body was enveloped in lightning and emitted light, it instantly turned into a charred mass and crashed to the ground.
[Plasma Bird III]
“Kuk!”
After that, a second lightning bird, and the jet-black man rushed into the space between the trees to escape, flying through the air and weaving between the branches and leaves.
However, the lightning bird accurately pursues the jet-black man who runs away. Without burning the branches and leaves in between, just by flipping it, it spreads its wings and approaches the jet-black man at high speed.
The jet-black man scatters jewels, but the lightning bird turns and ducks, leaving a purple streak in its wake as it approaches the jet-black man.
“Perfect tracking type? Does it work on anything other than the enemy? What’s more, it can dodge interception. What high-level magic!”
The jet-black man says in surprise and points his hand at the lightning bird approaching in front of him.
“It can’t be helped.”
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The lightning bird bites his hand and instantly tries to burn it with high-heat plasma.
Surprisingly, the construct vanished from the beak it touched, shattered without a shard.
“Ah, you’re trying to extinguish my magic, interesting.”
An old man’s voice came from among the trees, and a slithering figure appeared.
He was an old man in an old hat and a ragged cloak. Does he have one eye? He has one eye closed.
“Who is this old man?”
The jet-black man stops dead in the sky and asks the old man.
“Well, the forest is quite noisy. I came to check on you.”
I see you are a druid magician. Sorry to disturb you. It has nothing to do with you. I’d like you to leave now.”
“You leave a druid to hunt druids?”
The old man points a wrinkled finger at the jet-black man. His eyes are sharp and have the power to awe those who look into them.
“…… I’m sorry. I didn’t expect this. I see. There is a possibility that I could turn into a butterfly. I must move more carefully than ever. Is that what you mean?”
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The jet-black man’s mouth turns into a smile as he turns his head toward victory.
“I don’t want to be flapped by the butterflies any more than I already am, but …… I’m sorry. Masatoshi-kun. I’m not going to kill you. I hope you’ll learn a lesson from this and be meek.”
As he said this, the jet-black man’s body blurred and disappeared as if dissolving into the air.
The corpse of Annal, whom he had supposedly defeated as expected, was also non-existent.
“I will not be defeated! No matter what obstacles I face!”
He grinned and grinned and grinned and grinned, and since victory had quickly become the upper hand, he got on a roll and cracked Shin’s words. I don’t know what I’m not losing at, but I was in a good mood to say something cool anyway.
Then, with a bang, I turned and looked at the old man.
“Please, old man, do us a favor! Please join us!”
Masatoshi begged with a desperate look at the mysterious old druid.
The mysterious old man uses a powerful magic he has never seen before.
A mysterious old magician. He’s a character who wasn’t in the original story. Characters who appear this way are usually strong.
And it is a pattern that Masatoshi knows.
The old man is a common theme. It’s a common pattern. Masatoshi was inwardly excited that he was going to be a mob protagonist.
