A/N: 12/22 – Slight modification of the Fungal Skills of the Shishikaba
sisters.
Kure Izuho
Fungal Class: Fighter (Level
51)
Fungal Skills: 6 types [Self-Regeneration],
[White Armor], [Herculean Strength], [Instant Response], [Telephoto],
[Adversity]
Giran Taichi
Fungal Class: Holy Knight
(Level 72)
Fungal Skills: 11 types
[Knight Sword], [Throwing Axe], [Round Shield], [Flame Blade], [Healing],
[Self-regeneration], [Leaping], [Enhanced Nose], [Iron Bite], [Roar], [Poison Resistance].
Fungal Ability: [Perseverance]
Shishikaba Midori
Fungal Class: Knight (Level
41)
Fungal Skills: 5 types
[Cudgel], [War Spear], [Round Shield], [Herculean Strength], [Cold resistance]
Shishikaba Aoi
Fungal Class: Illusionist
(Level 41)
Fungal Skills: 5 types [Thunderball]
[Windball] [Impact Ball] [Training] [Heat Resistance]
Detailed information such as
age will be released later in “Summary of the Main Characters”.
Every time we strike each
other, my bones and heart are cut down.
Death is right in front of me with
every blink.
“Gaaaaaaaaa!”
(Giran)
“Ooooooooooo!”
(Shuu)
The screams emanated from deep
within my chest. My body is on the verge of crying out in despair, desperately
trying to rouse itself.
“Ahaha! You’re still fine,
right?” (Arato)
Black blades are raining down.
The number of attacks and speed are off the charts.
Giran attacks from behind
Arato. Two hypha arms intercept the two [Flame Blade].
The exchange of sparks is
dizzying. A rain of crashing sounds shakes my entire body.
Dodging a fatal blow a few
centimeters away, I unleash my clenched killing intent.
The first step taken without
regard for the splattering of blood is pushed back with even more pressure.
In the midst of the dizzying
sword fights, I still do not retreat. It is not out of willpower or
determination, but because I understand that if I retreat, I will be overwhelmed
in an instant.
“Damn it!” (Shuu)
“Nice! I love children with
foul mouths!” (Arato)
Woosh! In an instant, cuts ran
through my whole body. Without pause, a heavy impact hits my cheeks, and another
roundhouse kick blows Giran away.
“Guu… Ah, my ba–”
(Giran)
I quickly go to Giran, but he
remains down and unable to get up.
His chest is rising and
falling quickly. The silver body hair that covers his entire body is covered in
darkened blood—more than mine.
“Mr. Giran!” (Shuu)
“…it’s okay, I can
still do it…” (Giran)
He creates several [Healing]
in this palm and throws them into his mouth. He also has [Self-Regeneration],
but it seems that the regeneration of wounds has not yet started.
Together with my [Detoxification],
he swallowed another one. The effectiveness of the healing Fungal Skills is
said to decrease if it is used continuously for a short time. Giran may not
last long.
“… you know, you.”
(Arato)
Arato approached, walking
slowly, and called out to me.
“What is it, that blue
one? What is it?” (Arato)
I looked at my own body with
alarm and saw blue-black fungus clinging to my wounds. It’s a mycelium of [Immortality].
“—a.” (Shuu)
Giran saw it. Perfect.
“… Fuh, No need to hide
it now, Abe. My eyes are not for decoration.” (Giran)
“What?” (Shuu)
“You’re a [Master
Threadweaver] aren’t you? The thirteenth person to appear in the hundred and seventh
year of the Tokyo calendar.” (Giran)
My eyes open wide. Giran just nodded
slightly.
“I knew it! I had a feeling
that was coming! Amazing, quite the auspicious meeting!” (Arato)
All of a sudden, Arato
immediately starts yapping and laughing.
“I heard there were only
three of them left, but I didn’t expect a new [Master Threadweaver] to show up!
I didn’t expect to meet the new [Master Threadweaver]! What do hunters call
this kind of thing? Ah, yes, ‘thread is a connection, thread is fate’!”
(Arato)
Gillan stands up, leaning on his
[Knight Sword].
“…He is a [Master
Threadweaver]. He is the vessel of the hero who returned the surface to human
hands, which was destroyed before the calamity, and continues to protect people
and the country even now. He is the hunter of fate, who will defeat you and all
other incarnations of chaos.” (Giran)
(No, no, even if bring me up.)
(Shuu)
(I am far weaker compared to the
three.) (Shuu)
“Yes, it is said that Demons
and [Master Threadweaver] have a strange relationship. The war fifty years ago
is another example. …I wasn’t born then. Could it be that you, too, are my
fated?” (Arato)
“He is the hope of our country.
However, young Demon, I will not let you kill him. Even if this head leaves me,
my fangs will bite down on your evil.” (Giran)
“Ugh, hey wolf that’s always
interrupting! No matter how much you try, you can’t reach me, you know?”
(Arato)
“…maybe. If I’m
alone.” (Giran)
The figure is also in my sight.
The shadow of a handsome, macho man looms behind Arato.
“–eh?” (Arato)
“Sory for the surprise
attack.” (Kure)
A low tackle by Kure, clad in [White
Armor], closes in. It was a tackle of a speed, much faster than the one he had
made on me.
Arato quickly turns around and
swings her black blade. But the faster Kure surpasses it for a moment. He dives
close to Arato’s, his brow furrowed. The punch—is not completed. Arato is
holding her ground with a crouch.
“Even handsome men can be guilty
of sexual harassment, you know?” (Arato)
“No, I’m not remotely sexually
interested in you.” (Kure)
“Oh really, then
die.” (Arato)
Arato thrusts her black blade
into Kure’s back—just before she does so.
“Guoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!”
(Giran)
What emanated from the depths
of Giran’s fanged mouth was a roar like a shockwave that shook the air. A
directional sound bomb. It is the Fungal Skill [Roar] that manipulates vocal
cords and turns them into acoustic weapons (it seems to be peculiar to canine
demihumans).
Arato, receiving a direct hit,
jerked back as if struck by an invisible fist. A momentary delay in reaction.
And then—
Arato collapses forward with a
jerk. Her knee, which had been entangled with Kure, makes a dry sound.
“Gah…!?” (Arato)
“Got, one.” (Kure)
Arato’s eyes widened from
shock and severe pain, and my figure jumping from above was reflected.
“Raaaaaaaaaaa!”
(Shuu)
“Damn it!” (Arato)
Arato’s palm punches Kure in
the jaw, and her six arms spin around, cleaving both Kure and me together.
Kure is on top of me as he is
blown away again and falls to the ground with a thud. A large amount of blood
spills from his mouth.
“Kure! You were badly
injured from the start…” (Shuu)
Underneath the cracked and
shattered [White Armor], burnt and bloodied flesh peeks out. It’s clearly not from
Arato’s slashes.
“…I wanted to stand
with you even for a second… this is the price for that…” (Kure)
—Adversity]? He forcefully activated
it—
Power and heat are draining from
Kure’s body.
“…This is where I will
die, huh… This is something I want…” (Kure)
And then Kure’s words, and consciousness,
fade away.
“Hey, Kure! Don’t
die!” (Shuu)