Otherworld Company Chapter 138.1: Sometimes You Have To Take A Risk To Reap The Benefits

　For some people, it is a nightmarish sight.

　A single person being overrun by a person from a different race is painful, pitying, or indifferent from a third party’s point of view, they say.

　But from the perspective of the person involved?

　As I said before, it is a nightmare for those who are affected.

　But from the side of those who do the act?

“You people are sloppy. Can you still call yourself men?” (Jiro)

　The feeling of fun was temporary, and when it was over, I was filled with the feeling of not being enough.

　When I first joined the company, I wondered if I would ever be able to step into the realm of the instructors, but now that I have at least a glimpse of what they are capable of, I feel a sense of wonder.

　When I think back to the time when I used to call Suela “Ms.”, I could not imagine that I could do such a muso-like thing, and I was told over and over again, day after day, that I was slender than myself, that I looked less powerful than myself, and that even back then if you put me and Suela side by side and asked people on the street which one looked stronger, the winner would be me. I was beaten down more than once.

　It was definitely the most shredded period of my life.

　And yet, I stood up.

　It was because of this experience that I swore at the soldiers who were groaning and groveling on the ground, looking at me as if I were a monster instead of a human.

　It is true that, perhaps because of my instructors’ influence, I have developed the habit of enjoying fighting and fighting soldiers who have immediately given up and decided they can’t win because it is too one-sided made things boring for me.

“Master.” (Himiku)

“What?” (Jiro)

　Himiku spoke to me in a tone that sounded as if she was concerned about my condition.

“I’m bored of walking all the time.” (Himiku)

“That’s the way work is. You have to be patient.” (Jiro)

　There was not a shred of sentiment or concern in this Fallen Angel.

　There was only an emotion expressing dissatisfaction with her behavior.

　I don’t understand it, though it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s a march, not a walk.

　I’m the only one who fights, and I won’t let Himiku interfere in any way.

　People who do not make a living fighting would be frightened if they were in this position and would complain if they did do fighting for a living.

“My master has been telling me all along to be patient and to be honest, I’m not happy about it.” (Jiro)

　You have been complaining with your eyes earlier.

　If she was an angel, she might have tried to control herself a little more if I pointed it out, but since she had already fallen, those words were meaningless words.

“I’ll give you something sweet to eat when we get home, so keep all your complaints to your useless Mt. Fujis.” (Jiro)

　The words were half-appropriate and mixed with sexual harassment, but it was an efficient response because my eyes and ears were filled with information that my real target was approaching, and I wanted to end this useless conversation as soon as possible.

“Hmm, yes, I understand, Master. By the way, Master, what is this sweet thing you are talking about?” (Himiku)

　Despite the fact that I pointed out her ample breasts, Himiku, whose mind was already dreaming of some unknown sweets, could not be bothered to pay attention to it.

　The average woman would have expressed some disgust at my words, but is that okay? I don’t think it’s a good thing, but if it’s okay with her, I’m okay with it I guess.

　Even so, I don’t know much about this guy when she was an angel, but isn’t she too faithful to her desires after she became a Fallen Angel?

　I’ve heard that honor students become delinquents because they repress too much, their stress reaches a limit and they become monsters…

　Is it because of the stress that she has gone through so far?

　I feel like I’ve been shown the reality that the stress that undermines the modern office worker is also affecting angels.

“Well, it would be nice if it was something you knew, but you can’t eat dessert unless I clean up this big thing first.” (Jiro)

“So, do you want me to take it down?” (Himiku)

“Idiot, you didn’t listen to me. I’m the one who’s going to have to take it down.” (Jiro)

　The next step is for me to take down the big guy.

　I’m saving Himiku only as a trump card.

　And I had assumed that if I rampaged, I could catch the real fish, and I was not wrong in that prediction.

　Slowly and steadily, shaking the surrounding buildings slightly, a gigantic body appeared in front of me.

“I have fought many golems, but never one this big.” (Jiro)

　I thought it was huge when I saw it from a distance, but it looked even bigger up close.

　The distance to the enemy is less than 100 meters, and considering its stride length, will it take about 10 steps to reach me?

　If it were me, it wouldn’t take two seconds going straight, how far is it?

　How strong is their armor, what kind of armament do they have, how mobile are they, how fast can they react, etc?

　I would estimate various information while watching their movements and give a wide range of values.

　Pushing down overconfidence, I set up the Mineral Tree in a loose and relaxed posture so that I can respond at any time.

　Recently, this has become the basic stance.

　A stance that is not in a stance.

　I have heard that it is more efficient not to hold the posture if you are in the realm of experts, but unfortunately, I am not in that realm.

　I am a self-styled swordsman who knows the techniques but cannot fully master them.

　However, because I have built up my strength under the tutelage of those who trained me with forceful techniques, I have acquired an instinctual fighting style.

　An inexperienced warrior in the middle of training, fortunately, I still feel like I have room to grow, so I’m going to continue to devote myself to go as far as I can.

　Although there are parts that became my foundation, I can’t say I have the perfect sword stance, but I think it’s fine.

“Oh, it’s fine. I won’t lose.” (Jiro)

　Even with my kind of training, it is possible to measure the strength of the enemy, even if only approximately.

　It is neither carelessness nor hubris.

　It is just a feeling, but I knew I could win if I fought normally.

　It has been a long time since I have experienced this feeling when fighting an opponent for the first time, but there is a subtle but uncomfortable feeling within that perception.

　I don’t know why.

　I have the feeling that I won’t lose, and I won’t struggle, but I feel the possibility that I might struggle.

　If the golem’s true potential is used to its fullest, will I struggle?

　I feel like I’m missing something.

　I firmly put the warning in my head not to let my guard down because of that sensation, made a quick decision, and bent forward slightly to step in to finish it quickly.

“Hmm?” (Jiro)

　Something is wrong with my opponent.

　There was no movement from the other party in response to my movement.

　I had thought that the fight would start without question at the beginning of the encounter, but the golem had stopped moving since it appeared in front of me.

　As far as I can guess from the movements of the soldiers up to now and the orders they may have been given, I can only say that their movements were unnatural.

　After all, I had walked down this main street with the winged Himiku in tow.

　Naturally, we encountered the soldiers, and after doing so, as I had expected, they attacked us without question, sounding their alarm, securing reinforcements, and attacking us all at once.

　It was probably at that moment that my expectation that they were ordered to attack us without a shred of mercy and without regard for our situation became a certainty.

　As proof, a soldier was positioned in the direction I had expected where the golem to be ahead.

　I tried to talk to him as a matter of course, but he would not listen to me.

　Their reply to my words was a number of weapons and magic, starting with an iron sword full of murderous intent.

　At first, I tried to be serious and seek a dialogue with them, but they didn’t listen to me, or rather, they were so disgusted by my attitude of licking human beings that they switched to a drama of laying waste to us from the halfway point.

　As one might expect, when someone repeatedly calls me an “inferior race,” I decide to let them experience what it feels like to be trampled by an “inferior race”.

　A battle that will not end until one of us is defeated.

　I had thought that the battle with this golem, the enemy’s trump card that would be the endpoint, would be fought immediately and without question.

　But it was not to be.

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