Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 289: The Tyrannical Red Lion, Who Else Would Not Submit? !
boom! ! !
Their knees tore the air and bit each other, and their fighting spirit violently exploded between their bodies!

The air wave centered around the two people and spread out to the surroundings like ripples.

The wind rushed between the fire and the darkness.

It was red hair splashed in the air like paint and sleeves blown up by the wind.

Falz did not lose his balance, and his center of gravity was firmly planted on the ground.

So he was very fast, even though he was in a hurry and even though he was surprised.

He raised his leg and blocked Alice's knee strike with the same move.

The 'Raising the Hammer' move of the Water God Style is actually the Water God Style's back-up move after using the secret of the style to entangle the opponent's blade.

After defending, the blade couldn't be moved away, so he raised his knee to counterattack.

In fact, in addition to the Sword God Style, sword styles such as the Water God Style and the Northern God Style, which focus more on endurance rather than burst, all have some moves that use physical combat.

The 'Raising the Hammer' is the largest and most damaging move in the Water God Style, wrapping the fighting spirit around the knees.

Concentrate on one point, kick the phoenix and chisel the chicken.

One touch and it's separated!

boom!
The raised feet of the two people were thrown to the ground at the same time by the violent reaction force.

Because he attacked too quickly, Falz didn't use the secret technique on his knee, and Alice didn't know how to do it at all, so she simply hit him with a powerful knee strike, and the violent fighting spirit exploded. The violent reaction force bounced the two of them away.

Alice landed faster.

Because she is shorter.

Step on the ground and new strength will be generated!
Seeing that her hastily designed 'feint attack and ambush' failed, she flashed with brilliance! She gritted her teeth! With her natural fighting instinct, she grabbed the 'plucked' wooden sword!

The muscles on the sides of the waist are tense, and the fighting spirit is entangled in the arms and ribs, trying to wrap around the opponent's wooden sword to prevent the opponent from drawing the sword!

It's a blunt wooden sword after all! Don't worry about your waist and ribs being smashed to pieces by the blade.

However, the next moment, there was no feedback from the sword at the waist.

The red pupils constricted.

The light brown wood grain in the eyes fell straight to the ground! The wooden sword was slashed vertically by Falz towards Alice's ankle.

The sword tears through the air!

BANG! It hit the wooden floor hard!

The strike missed!

Alice's leg barely brushed past the sword to avoid the stab, and she raised her foot! Landed!

He kicked the sword!
The condensed fighting spirit wrapped around his entire calf, attempting to crush the opponent's weapon with one foot.

"Innocent!"

Falz's voice exploded!

As the words fell, Alice's shoe upper was pressed on the sword!

The next moment, Alice's face changed. Unlike the expected feedback of breaking a wooden board with one foot, her foot stepped on the sword, but the feedback was like stepping into the water without any force at all.

The secret of flow!
The soles of my feet that suddenly hit the ground seemed to be greased and slid down along the sword. The more force I exerted, the stronger the feeling of stepping into the air!
The body suddenly loses balance!

Alice leaned forward and staggered forward. The sound of the wind blowing towards her was so clear.

In the pupils that shrank into needle points, the hard leather boot tips suddenly enlarged and invaded the field of vision!
Her body was unable to exert any force, but in a split second, Alice followed her beast-like fighting instinct and still made the most accurate judgment!
She raised her hand and held the wooden sword in her hand, holding it in front of her face in a standard horizontal position, trying to withstand the whip kick.

The sword just blocked the kick! The wooden sword was kicked into an arc by the shoe upper wrapped in fighting spirit! It was suspended two centimeters in front of Alice. In an instant, Alice, who should have been sober, changed her expression and raised her head to lie down.

That's too late!

The wooden sword suddenly broke! The boot hit Alice's cheek hard, and she was kicked away!
Alice rolled on the ground for several times before she squatted down in a very awkward position.

She looked up sharply.

The wooden sword was already hanging beside her neck.

The dojo was silent for a moment!
Then there was a burst of applause! After a few scattered cheers, they merged into a huge chorus.

"Falz!! Falz!!"

"Falz!! Falz!!"

Falz sneered and raised his hand to his ear.

The dojo fell silent again.

He retracted the wooden sword and looked at Alice, who was squatting on the ground.

The red waves fell to the ground, carrying with them a crooked loneliness. The girl wiped the abrasions on the side of her face nonchalantly and stood up.

Despite such an obvious defeat, he showed no sign of dejection.

The red pupils still burned with flames.

Falz narrowed his eyes.

"The winner has been decided. Your Water God Style is close to the advanced level, but it's still a little short of perfection. Go back and play with wooden swords for a few more years before trying again!"

Alice frowned.

"Come again!"

Faint sneers and murmurs were heard among the surrounding apprentices.

"Again? Ridiculous."

"My senior brother's sister is just like this."

"Do you think everyone is a genius?"

Falz curled his lips in disdain and said, "You overestimate your own abilities." Then, without even looking at Alice, he turned around and walked towards Izoloti.

His expression was quite flamboyant.

"Senior sister? You just..."

"You mean we don't want anyone to lose too badly?"

Izuluti tilted her head and looked at Falz, raised her wrist, extended her index finger, and placed it on the side of her face.

"Hush Falz."

The latter stopped, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he burst out laughing.

"What's wrong, Senior Sister? Are you not willing to lose? Do you want to challenge me in person?"

He raised his arms rather ostentatiously, as if to indicate his 'harmlessness', but his hair was pulled back and his flamboyant expression was totally inconsistent with his body language.

"Sister~ You are a Saint, it's not fair for you to compete with me, right? If you really want to fight, you should go find Brother, right?"

These obviously offensive words extinguished the whispers that had just begun to sound around them.

The other apprentices looked at Falz in surprise, with an expression as if to say, "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Curry, who is usually the peacemaker in the dojo with long hair and a somewhat feminine face, changed his expression drastically. He looked at the "smiling and talking" Izoluti, then looked at the domineering Falz, and quickly stood up and took two steps forward.

"Farfalz, don't be angry. Hurry up and apologize to Senior Sister. Senior Brother..."

"Shut up!"

Falz, who is one of the four great nobles together with Allen and whose family is more powerful in the royal capital, is a young and frivolous man who fits the characteristics of a great noble in the royal capital. He put aside his pretentious attitude, narrowed his eyes and had a gloomy face.

"Sister, I'm waiting for my brother to come back because I respect him. But that doesn't mean I respect all his decisions. What's the point of bringing back a little brat to challenge him when he's still nowhere to be seen?"

"Does he think that everyone in the small dojo is a bunch of rubbish except him?"

He raised the wooden sword and pointed it at Izuruti who was looking at him quietly with her head tilted.

"I suppressed my swordsmanship level and did not enter the Saint level to be sent to the capital for training, just to wait for my senior brother to come back so that I can challenge him. As for you, senior sister, I'm sorry, I have no interest in competing with you."

"I only have eyes for the former Little Chief, Alan Boreas Greyrat, so what about him? I..."

"The warm-up is over, Falz." Izuluti interrupted Falz.

The latter had a ridiculous expression on his face.

"what?"

The voice of inquiry rose in the gym and then fell.

Sylphy glanced sideways at Alice, whose face was gradually becoming gloomy, not far away, and her expression looked a little nervous.

Rudy clasped his hands together and prayed silently for this man.

Izuruti turned and looked at Alice.

"I'm sorry, Alice, what I just said is: this is a challenge, not a fight. Right?"

Alice did not answer. She just turned around and walked to the apprentices watching nearby, and grabbed a thin-bladed wooden sword.

She turned around and stood in the middle of the field. Falz turned to look at her in surprise, wondering what this mad dog was going to do.

At this moment, the voice of Isaruti, who was the 'referee' but had little presence in the 'competition', entered his ears.

Because the temple is too quiet.

It seems so clear.

"Falz, the rules have changed."

"The challenge is over."

"The kick-off begins."

"Before you face your senior brother, first of all, you have to consider keeping your position as the chief of your small dojo."

"I grew up in comfort in this Water God-Ryu main dojo. Whether I am truly a Water God-Ryu Saint or just a facade, I have been here since I was a child and strived to become a Water God. I know better than you whether I am truly a Water God or just a saint."

Falz suddenly turned around and stared at Izaluti, about to speak.

"Shh, don't worry."

Izuruti put her index finger to her lips, and the smile on her face finally disappeared.

She looked at Falz very seriously and spread out her palms.

A gesture of introduction, with his hand 'protecting' Alice from a distance.

The voice rose.

"Dear apprentices of the small dojo! Allow me to introduce you! Alice Boreas Greyrat! Advanced in the Sword God Style, intermediate in the Water God Style, and a disciple of the Sword King Gilena."

There was an uproar.

Izuruti paused for a moment, waited for the noise to die down, and then continued.

"And, Water King Alan Boreas Greyrat."

The gentle voice fell in the small dojo.

Really loud.

This time it was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Including Falz.

Dantolis turned to look at Izaluti in surprise.

"Alan is already the Water King? It's only been two years, and he's only thirteen years old, Isa Luti, are you sure?"

Isaruti nodded.

"impossible!"

Falz looked at Izuruti in disbelief, his expression showing obvious absurdity.

"He's only thirteen! What nonsense are you talking about?! Her Majesty Leda is not even at the king level at the age of thirteen!"

Isaruti shook her head.

"Instead of questioning the truth of my words, Falz, you should be more concerned about the current state of the relationship."

"I still say the same thing, Falz."

Izuluti turned her head and looked not far away. Contrary to her usual behavior, she did not speak. She just looked at Falz in silence and Alice slowly stroking the handle of the wooden sword in her hand.

"Don't lose too badly."

This time, Falz didn't even have the words to refute. He seemed to be so angry that he laughed. He spat and turned to look at Alice.

His unwillingness to accept the consequences made him lose his temper and his mouth was filled with incomprehensible words.

"Thirteen-year-old Water King, don't lose too badly."

"joke!"

As he spoke, Falz took a step forward, lowered his center of gravity, held the sword with both hands, and swung the blade, and the wooden sword drew an arc in the air.

The hilt of the sword is placed at the side of the face, with the tip of the sword parallel to the ground.

It stretched forward and stabbed Alice from a distance.

One was clearly imitating the Water God Style stance of Allen's sword stance, and it looked like he was using all his strength, as if to prove something.

As he was doing this, Alice let out a long breath, forcibly extinguishing the anger that had just been ignited by Allen's provocative words.

Because Allen once said that anger, resentment, annoyance, and resentment, these emotions like fire, can all serve as fuel to promote "desire".

But when you are ready to swing the knife, you must hold your breath and focus your attention on the knife in your hand.

Only in this way can your hands be steady enough.

Only in this way can the knife be fast enough.

Focus.

Only then can you reach the pinnacle!

She closed her eyes.

Swish! The blade slashed through the air and suddenly stopped, causing the wind to rustle the clothes.

A single swing of the light wooden sword in the air can generate a tremendous amount of power.

But, in the eyes of all the senior apprentices of the Water God School present.

For some reason, everyone had a conflicting feeling.
——This knife is very heavy.

——But this knife is a little too light.

——So light that it seems to have no weight.

——As light as a breeze.
On the sidelines, Izuruti opened her mouth. In the middle of the field, Alice raised her right leg.

--fast!!

One foot down!
"Start!" Isaruti's voice pierced the air!

Falz's legs, which were nailed to the ground, exerted great strength, fighting spirit flowed wildly through his body, and he was about to shoot out.

But his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle! Beside his ear, there was a tearing sound as the sole of a shoe suddenly hit the ground and was pulled by inertia!
Red waves rolled on the side of my face! Chills flowed through my neck!
Someone has come to his side!
Falz's eyes turned to the right!
But he could only see the fiery red pupils drawing a blood line in the air!
The knife wind is coming!
boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
The knife and the sword vibrated against each other, and the wooden sword was wrapped in the mystery of the flow, narrowly deflecting the incoming high-speed slash.

Falz's face was filled with horror!
No! The force is too light!

His sight swept to the right side—there was only a wooden sword in the air, undulating with the rising red waves.

Those are the ends of Alice's hair.

She took a step forward, raised her Silent Sword, and the blade touched the 'cutting blade' that Falz used the secret of the flow to perform.

Then he let go of his hand.

The blade flew!
Alice kept moving forward and never retreated. The second step brought her to the side and rear of Falz!
With the sound of boots coming off the soles, he turned around and kicked Falz in the ribs!
At the critical moment, Falz's parrying instinct, which was close to the Water Saint level, was still engraved in his mind. The hilt of the sword was quickly raised to block the afterimage that tore through the air.

Boom! !

The wooden sword was kicked into a full moon!
After a pause, the sword broke, and the shadow of the leg continued to move forward, kicking Falz away! -- A full two meters high! He fell suddenly on the floor five meters away! Fall! Bounce!

Fell to the ground violently.

Falz supported himself on the ground and tried to get up immediately.

hiss! !

A strong wind pierced the side of his face! The knife was thrown into the ground of the gym!

The red eyes met the loser's cold gaze.

Alice raised her hand to pull the wooden sword out of the floor and glanced at Falz's cheek, where a blood mark was gradually oozing out.

Turn around!

The red lion roared with the afterglow of its anger!!
“Who else is dissatisfied?!”

"Come!!!!"

one second.

two seconds.

ten seconds.

The gym was dead silent.

No one dared to answer.

　I'm super, on fire!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)