25 Fujin, Death, Alfia.
Narrator POV:
On one of the main streets of Orario, while many had left, others were still present.
About to see the limits of this super rookie, since they doubted he would hold back now.
Although the black silhouette did not make any noise like an angry roar or an exaggerated action, everyone could feel it.
Anger like a volcano ready to explode in the murderous aura that still spread across much of the street.
"Ottar, play with him a little, I want to see what he has hidden" Freya looked curiously at the black silhouette, who was still standing there while he seemed to be planning something.
"As You wish, Freya-sama."
And she was right, "the black silhouette" was standing there in front of the bench, instinctively feeling that his opponent was extremely powerful.
"Is he going to try to confront the King?"
If he didn't use his cards well, the fight would end with a single hit from Ottar, so he used the 300% capacity and quickly came up with a plan in less than a few seconds.
Unfortunately for Ottar, "The Black Silhouette" was not the only one extremely angry, "that" other party also gave his support to eliminate the enemy.
"He's crazy, it's one thing to face a Lv.2 as a Lv.1, but he doesn't stand a chance against Ottar, a Lv.7"
Although it was not yet finished or fully accepted by Mikhael, The Sword of "the Hero" was sent by "that one"
Although it was only an incomplete sword that could only deal a single cut for now, that was enough, that was all he needed.
"Hey Finn," Loki looked at her captain, as she asked his opinion, "what are the chances that he will even manage to leave a scratch on Ottar's body?"
"Less than 5%" Finn quickly estimated, feeling that he might have said a little too high probability.
"Is that so? Well, Ottar won't kill him, so let's see the performance of the strongest." Loki stood with her hands in her pockets, seeing with emotion like most of the gods.
As does the entire Loki Familia present, including the sword princess.
Even Hestia's group and others, easily knew that they could not stop Mikhael's current state with only words
Therefore, while Hestia would scream in worry in a time like this, Vesta just looked at the back of the boy in front of her and wished him good luck, understanding that this was caused to defend her.
"He is Moving!!!"
The black silhouette raised an arm, while a blue light shone between the black flame, and chains came out of his arm.
"Is he going to use that great sword again?" Riveria chatted with her companions, as they watched the battle begin.
The black silhouette simply conjured 13 great swords, not like the previous one, but swords as tall as a one-story house and at least 2 meters wide.
"He Failed?"
The same doubt crossed the minds of many, as they watched the 13 swords fall and stick into the ground about 5 meters around Ottar.
Forming a kind of circle with 12 swords around Ottar and one in front of him.
Ottar, on the other hand, did not even look at the swords, he simply waited, giving his enemy time to prepare.
After all, his goddess wanted to see a show, and he would gladly give it to her, and even he could see whether or not this boy was worthy of his goddess's attention.
"No, apparently that was his intention," Finn concluded closest to the truth with his sharp mind.
"..."
They all watched as the black silhouette conjured something in his left hand where the chains came from.
"Is that...a magic sword?" A woman with brown skin, long black hair, red eyes, and an eyepatch over her left eye.
Tsubaki Collbrande, the captain of the Hephaestus Familia, and the strongest Blacksmith.
She looked carefully at the sword that was created by the strange individual, a katana with a black handle crossed by blue lines, the blade of the sword instead...
Strangely it seemed to be made of a blue energy, as if it were a strange magic sword, from that blue blade emerged 11 ghostly-looking blades that shook like tentacles.
"What the hell is that sword?" looking at that sword, and remembering that great sword that the boy summoned before.
Tsubaki would be lying if she said she wasn't tempted to kidnap the young man to show her all the weapons he could create with that skill that seemed to make a mockery of the efforts of average blacksmiths.
And what she was seeing, like everyone else.
It was a copy of a certain sword that Mikhael had created and kept as a trump card, not wanting to use it until he had a minimal foundation in using the sword.
Otherwise, he would become dependent of it, instead of trying to improve his swordsmanship.
That sword was a copy of Fujin, a Black Trigger from World Trigger, this copy itself, beyond its special way of attacking, was no different from any other sword.
The special way of attacking was to create a certain number of extra blades or "cuts" that would stick to surfaces, becoming invisible until they cut their target.
By transmitting its cuts through solid objects to hit where the user could see, Fujin's lethality and range were beyond doubt.
Although it did not have great power, and the slashes had to be recharged with Mikhael's stamina each time they were used, currently only had 11 slashes at a time.
And the more energy these cuts had, the sharper they were, which is why 10 of the Fujin cuts on Mikhael's hand were ghostly and only one looked clearer, a detail that few at the scene noticed.
"What a strange sword." Hermes observed the weapon with interested eyes, "So, can you review the skills shown by the young man by now?"
"Yes, Hermes-sama" Asfi adjusted her glasses as she remembered and listed.
"-An arm with chains that seem to slow down enemies.
-the same arm seems to be able to create several types of weapons.
-That black fire that covers his body and seems to increase his abilities.
-And the ice magic without chant"
Asfi finished listening while several people paid attention, remembering and hoping to see those skills again in this battle.
"There it goes"
Suddenly, the black silhouette ran as fast as he could, passing by the side of the great sword in front of Ottar, and entering Ottar's range.
"Fast!!!, His current speed is close to the peak of a Lv.2, no, maybe he is on the threshold of Lv.3!!!"
"Ara, Ottar angered the boy when he unleashed his murderous intent against Hestia didn't he?" Commented Demeter, who had retreated to a safe distance.
(Let's see what you have)
Ottar watched the young man's approach with calm eyes, feeling nostalgic for the fact that he was once like that too.
He remembered when he would challenge the people of the Hera and Zeus Families again and again, being easily defeated but always coming back for revenge, the adventurers of those families, on the other hand.
They always welcomed any challenge with open arms and left their challengers alive, even though they beat them up, saying that this was to help the growth of the next generation.
Then, Ottar watched clearly as the young man came in front of him, and seemingly randomly attacked 12 times, attacks that were easily dodged by Ottar.
With each attack, one of those blades seemed to disappear, as they seemed to announce the failure of its user, hinting to Ottar that each blade was supposedly just a slightly more powerful attack.
(That's all?) Ottar was disappointed, although the tactic of closing his movement by limiting the battle zone with the greatswords was smart.
Using a weapon with a long-range in a small area was also, but this was not enough, it was not enough for him to take seriously nor to be worthy of Freya.
"That's all?" One of the adventurers who felt excited about the boy's previous battle felt disappointed too, like many.
While they didn't expect much from the boy in a fight against a Lv.7, the strategy he used was too obvious and simple even for them.
"No, my intuition tells me to look closely at the following events." Hermes, on the other hand, vaguely saw that something was wrong.
And who knew best that something was happening was Freya, who saw how the boy's soul lit up at the same time that the silver part of the young man's soul shook violently.
But she didn't say anything, after all, she didn't want to ruin the show.
(Let's test his combat skills a little) Ottar thought, and he lowered his guard a little while throwing a couple of punches.
These punches had a characteristic fighting style of Ottar, as they were efficient and powerful, a fighting style that sought to cause as much damage as possible.
(Well at least he can do this), Ottar watched as the young man dodged attacks that would be difficult for a Lv.2 with low stats to avoid.
"?!"
Looking at the young man who suddenly adopted a stance that seemed extremely familiar and was preparing to attack with his empty hand.
(It can't be...he is!!!)
As if to confirm Ottar's suspicions, the silhouette threw the same amount of punches in a perfect imitation of Ottar's fighting style.
(This reminds me of...)
"The monster of talent, that woman who could copy any type of combat technique after a couple of glances." Finn looked more seriously at Mikhael, doubting whether they were seeing a second coming of the silence.
"But still it seems that the fight will soon be over, Ottar seems to have gotten bored"
(But it's still not enough) Ottar easily dodged the attacks while he still felt disappointed, if this was all the young man had, he was not worthy of the goddess.
Deciding that he would end the fight in a minute, the Man finally lowered most of his guard, although he was still surprised by his technique being copied.
Without being able to see how the corners of the young man's mouth rose in a disturbing smile thanks to the flames that covered his body.
"..."
Conjuring some kind of sharp Boomerang that served as a weapon, the black silhouette threw it with his empty hand toward Ottar, apparently narrowly missing as the Boomerang passed by behind him.
At that very moment, after the Boomerang "failed", the black silhouette blurted out a word from his mouth, with an emotionless voice.
"Cocytus"
(Being able to use magic while unconscious...) Ottar still felt bored as he maintained a stoic expression, looking at the ice that froze his feet.
It was certainly impressive, for normal people that was, at his level, most a somewhat interesting trick.
At that very moment, with all the steps of his plan already executed, only the end being
"..."
The silhouette had an almost macabre smile hidden from view, as it simply conjured swords around Ottar
Same ones that the man destroyed without even bothering to break the ice at his feet.
However, this action only extended the silhouette's smile even more while with his last teleport of the day.
He swapped places with the returning Boomerang, placing him exactly behind Ottar.
'Slash' x10
Ottar looked in surprise as 10 blue cuts/blades came out of lines that ran along 10 of the 13 great swords around him.
Understanding at that moment that the young man's attacks did not miss, but that he was hiding them in the great swords.
'Clang'
Watched from the corner of his eye how the young man tied him with a chain that slowed him down 30%, and as he threw a "punch" with his right hand toward the upper part Ottar's back.
Ottar now recognized and understood the young man's efforts, but this was still not enough, so he easily began to destroy Fujin's hidden cuts/blades with his hands.
While he ignored the young man's "punch" and chain, since with Mikhael's strength, he wouldn't even tickle his back.
'Slash'
As Ottar destroyed Fujin's "last" slash, he suddenly felt his back being cut from top to bottom.
Shocked by what could hurt him, even if it wasn't serious and was just a "superficial" wound, he looked back.
And he managed to see the young man's right arm, an arm that had momentarily turned completely silver, as the young man used it as a sword to cut Ottar.
(That's it!!!), Ottar felt extremely confused when he saw that arm, in the same state that all the high-level adventurers who came to see the entire combat had.
(It doesn't matter...everything ends here and now!)
Deciding that it would be better to end the fight, Ottar did not even bother to remove his feet from the ice or break the chain which made him much slower.
And he punched the young man, the same attack that sent "the black silhouette" flying.
(But why?)
Ottar questioned himself, bewildered by a type of gesture that should only appear on a winner, not a loser.
(Why he is...)
He questioned why the young man had a smile on his now visible face.
A smile that gave Ottar a chilling feeling, that smile of the young man, did not look like the one of someone who had almost all of his ribs broken and was flying through the air.
No, time seemed to stop when the smile was recorded on Ottar's eyes, that smile that seemed like that of death itself that succeeded in his work by harvesting another life.
At that moment, when Ottar's guard was completely lowered to the minimum, believing that he had defeated his enemy and destroyed all of his plans.
And when his mood was agitated by the young man's copying ability, the silver arm that should only belong to "that man" and that smile that gave chills to all the high-level adventurers who saw it.
Preventing him from clearly remembering how many blades/cuts Fujin had before and how many blades/cuts attacked him.
'Slash'
Ottar, who was still tied with the chain that slowed him down and both of his feet attached to the floor by ice, felt it clearly without anyone saying it.
Right behind him, when he hit Mikhael, on the great sword taller than his own body, an extremely bright line appeared on that great sword.
Same line from which the last blade that had been ignored emerged, the fastest and sharpest of all.
Feeling a chill running up his spine, Ottar turned his head to the side, dodging the blade that was aimed right at the back of his head.
"..."
The entire place remained in a deadly silence, while many looked in disbelief at the two wounds on the body of the strongest.
One on his back and another on his cheek.
Although they were only two superficial wounds that did not represent any danger to Ottar, all of they knew it, the miracle that represented that a Lv.1 would even manage to scratch a Lv.7
Even if said Lv.7 was extremely restrained and acted carelessly.
"HAHAHAH, that crazy guy, that crazy guy did it!!!"
Then the extremely excited cries of the gods were heard, gods who once again saw an "irregularity" in the lower world.
That's what they called the "miracles" created by mortals, things that shouldn't happen according to normal logic.
"That arm was...." Finn still looked at the scene in shock, while his mind was racing at a mile an hour.
"Yes, that man's arm," Riveria confirmed his doubts with an extremely confused expression.
"But why does a young man... a Lv.1 have "his arm" ?." Gareth put aside the careless expression he had before.
"Hey, what's going on? I didn't see anything! Suddenly Ottar had two wounds and you guys were deadly serious."
Loki complained because she hadn't seen clearly what happened, after all, the bodies of the gods right now were normal humans.
However, she was also extremely surprised that Hestia's son managed to leave a wound on the body of the strongest.
(I underestimated him too much) Ottar knew, feeling the blood running down his cheek, as a result of the wound now present on his cheek.
He knew it, he didn't know if it was because of some personal feeling towards the person who caught the attention of his beloved goddess too much or because it was just an insect that he could easily crush.
But he had underestimated what he thought was an ant but was an extremely poisonous scorpion.
Looking at the trembling young man who somehow got up from the ground even though he was seriously injured.
And as he looked at his blood-stained face that was twisted in irritation at not having killed his target.
Ottar looked at him with a different look, after deciding to incapacitate him while he took him seriously.
While feeling that these years as the strongest had really made him arrogant, but he wouldn't be arrogant anymore.
"Enough, don't show me this pathetic scene, just go and challenge him again when you get stronger."
"?!"
All the adventurers present, including Ottar, looked in disbelief and horror at the woman who suddenly appeared there.
Just as when she appeared out of nowhere since no one felt her coming, she easily incapacitated Mikhael with a movement of her hand.
Then, she held his body like a bag of potatoes, and as she turned towards Ottar, shivers of fear ran up everyone's spines.
"Now... you're in the way, and you're also annoyingly loud, get lost."
Looking at the woman who suddenly turned her attention to him, Ottar tried to gather his maximum strength to attack, but a moment before that...
'clang'
The ringing of a bell rang out, and everyone remaining in their places watched in shock as Ottar disappeared from his position.
"..."
Rotating their necks stiffly, the adventurers with the highest levels could see in the distance that part of Orario's wall had been destroyed by something that hit it at high speed.
"..."
Turning their necks, the Loki Familia and all the adventurers looked at the woman who seemed to have slapped an annoying fly with her magic.
"Now..."
Disappearing from her position, The woman appeared right in front of Heith, leaving Mikhael right in front of her.
"Heal him again"
"Huh?..."
"I said cure him again, can't you understand something so easy?"
Looking at the face of the beautiful woman in front of her and her expression that seemed to ask her if she was stupid, Heith subconsciously began to chant her magic.
"That's it...but isn't she...?"
Swallowing, Riveria looked at the beautiful woman who had skin like snow, silver hair, one gray eye, and one green eye.
A voluptuous body covered with a gothic-style dress that almost reached her feet, semi-transparent black gloves, and a necklace with a gem on her neck.
She completely recognized the woman in front of her, the one who should have died 7 years ago.
The legendary adventurer who was hailed as the "Embodiment of Talent" and "Monster of Calamitous Talent"
A woman who rose to Lv.7 at the age of 16, a monster who could copy any technique with a single glance.
The fusion between an extremely powerful mage and an extremely skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
The woman most loved by talent since the beginning of the era of gods...
The personification of skills and a demon of talent...
"From the Hera Familia...Alfia of silence!!!" Riveria lost her usual calm facing the woman who had attacked Orario 7 years ago, defeated her and Gareth in the process.
The same woman who even on the verge of death, with a serious illness, and restricted, still fought against half of Orario and won several times.
She even went so far as to fight for hours against the Astraea Familia and give "that man" a good fight.
"You're loud as always...and you're still a disappointment, Elf."
Alfia just watched indifferently as Heith healed Mikhael, ignoring the fearful looks of everyone, many of whom gripped their weapons tightly.
"I don't care about him going through difficult things in the slightest, walking on the brink of death as easily as breathing is necessary for him to become a good Warrior"
Alfia seemingly rambled, but in the end, she looked at Freya and made it clear what she was talking about.
"But sending a Lv.7 to harass a Lv.1 is too much even for me, you should known that, Hera's toy"
Making Freya's face turn black from the annoying nickname that reminded her of how she lost to Hera and was forced to be bound to Orario.
"You!!!"
A furious Allen came after hearing the noise, along with several Freya Familia executives, the Gulliver brothers positioned themselves in front of Freya.
And Allen tried to use his speed as the fastest in the city to kill the woman who sinned by insulting his goddess.
'Clang'
He tried, since almost instantly there was another hole in the wall in the distance, made by an extremely strong impact.
"Nothing personal, kid...you were just being too loud."
Hedin and Hogni, the black and white knights.
A white elf with almost translucent skin, golden hair, and coral-colored eyes, along with a dark elf, with tanned skin, silver hair, and gray-green eyes.
They positioned themselves right to the sides of her goddess, Freya, while seriously looking at the one who easily took down the two strongest of the Familia.
"Didn't you die 7 years ago?"
"A loud but handsome man saved me 7 years ago, the Loki Familia should know him well..."
Killing time while Heith finished healing Mikhael, Alfia did not mind answering the doubt with an answer that caused even more doubts.
"Now I understand!!!..." Finn had a look of compression on his face, coming up with a reasonable sum.
Alfia who appeared alive, and "saved" Mikhael+that man who saved Alfia+Mikhael who had an arm like that man's and a copy ability like Alfia's, along with a gigantic talent=
"That boy is your son and that man's isn't he?"
Having arrived at the "truth", Finn shouted out the supposed "answer", causing everyone that knew to freeze and see the point in that assumption.
"Am I right? That young man is the son you had at some point with Sisyphus, the leader of the group that faced Evilus, you are around 32-34 years old, and that young man is between 17 and 18 years old."
Finn, who saw Alfia's completely frozen face, mistakenly thought that he had indeed managed to discern the truth.
"So at some point in the past, almost 18 years ago, when you were 17 to 18 years old, you got pregnant by that man, right?"
"..."
"That's why this young man has such talent and skills, the silver arm may be something that is transmitted through the blood like Crozzo's blacksmithing skills."
"..."
"And that explains the young man's close relationship with the Lazuli group, after all, the leader is that man's student, and helping the son of her teacher is normal."
"..."
No, starting for something, Alfia was 31 years old this year, and she had never even been in a relationship, much less had a child.
The closest to something like that had been Mikhael himself when he traveled to the past, therefore, Finn's conclusion could not be more wrong.
But containing the urge to send Orario flying with her magic, Alfia realized that even if she explained it now, it would be useless.
It was more reasonable to believe that Mikhael was her son than to believe that she was saving the past version of the man who saved her in the past...
"Now it all makes sense, Tsk, that midget received the best reward without paying anything huh?" Loki bit a fingernail as she felt her stomach twist with envy.
(He...he is the son of a hero too?) Aiz felt that she found another common ground with the young man, feeling perhaps he could understand her, even more so when he demonstrated sufficient strength.
"But why didn't you send him to our Familia? Sisyphus was our comrade, I wouldn't mind training his son." Riveria expressed the doubt that both she and the other executives had.
"Listen, I will not interfere in his life, and I will not defend him when he is in danger, he makes his own decisions."
Alfia, already tired of so many unpleasant "noises", just clarified, without bothering to try to fix the misunderstanding.
And feeling anticipation at the face Mikhael would make when he woke up and he found out that he somehow ended up being her son.
"So, feel free to challenge him, however, be careful, sending an Lv.7 for a Lv.1 is the reason I interceded, you noisy fools"
She took a deep breath, and seeing that Mikhael was already healed, she simply left without anyone seeing her because of her speed.
"..."
While everyone was still immersed in the surprise about Mikhael's supposed origin.
Only Vesta, who knew Mikhael's origins, and Liliruca and Ryuu, who knew the truth about the time travel, tried to hold back their laughter while their shoulders shook slightly.
