Shizune Vi Ironblood

When I listened to the conversation between these five bandits behind a wall that stood alone and was probably part of what used to be a building, I was sure that they were only a group of five. Now that I didn't have to calculate the behavior of other bandits who might suddenly appear, I prepared to start the attack, or rather the rescue operation.

I was perhaps a little reckless in wanting to attack them directly, after all, they were a group of bandits who were not afraid to kidnap people. Maybe it was foolish to look at the swords hanging from their waists and think that I could easily crush them with magic, but that's just me, I'm confident in fighting, and I have the ability to teleport.

Just in case, I waited until the bandits gathered together and divided the gold in a bag of gold. The little pink-haired girl was left tied hand and foot in the corner of a wall in the ruins. When I saw the bandits all gathered in a small area, I knew it was my turn to play

I was about to use a powerful high-level spell to kill 5 bandits when it occurred to me that I was only 4 years old and had a secret that no one knew. Of course, this secret was that I was a powerful sorcerer at the age of four.

Even though I thought I could kill 5 bandits with one spell, I didn't want the little girl in the corner, who was trying to sneak away with her hands untied, to see me using magic, so I stood there for a while waiting for the bandits to notice her behavior and knock her unconscious again, but to no avail.

As time passed, I got tired of waiting and tried to come up with an alternative plan because there were still things I had to do, however trivial they might be.

In the end, the only alternative solution I could think of was to use the six-star sword technique I had acquired in the past to defeat the bandits. A few days after I first acquired this sword technique, I practiced it a little bit, thinking that it would give me some exercise, or rather, I practiced the basic sword swinging movements written on the first few pages

It would probably be suicidal to attack the bandits relying only on my swordsmanship. So I secretly activated a high-level cursed area spell to weaken them

The black magical circle, which only a person who can see the energy called mana can see, was positioned to cover the entire ruins, centered under my feet. Using the only cloth I could find in my storage space, I covered my face, leaving my eyes uncovered, and slowly stepped out from behind the wall that wanted to become the universal symbol of solitude.

A little girl kidnapped by a group of bandits could not possibly remember in detail the eyes of a masked boy while she was terrified. Probably...

[ Congratulations, you have a new side mission.

Mission content : defeat human traffickers

Quest reward : 20 types of mid-level holy spells

Mission punishment : falling into the hands of bandits and being sold as a slave after being tortured for a while (system recommendation, perfect for having fun)

Note: even if the bandits are strong compared to you, you can easily defeat them in their current state. Probably... ]

Heh, are you making fun of your fucking system master?

[ Sir, I don't set the assignments and I don't write the notes. I'm just someone who wants to help you.]

Just kidding, just kidding,calm down.

After teasing the system, I felt my nerves loosen up and without further delay, I started the operation

"Yare yare, how unbelievable that a few pieces of garbage dare to kidnap children. Ahh ahh it wasn't like this in my time, youth is dead!"

I was thinking how embarrassing the exaggerated expressions I used to hide my identity were, but when I heard the words of the man who seemed to be the leader of the bandits, I realized what the real embarrassment was

"Hoy boy, I know you want to play the hero, but we are royal agents and this boy is the princess of an enemy country. We had to kidnap this girl to prevent war, so go back and pretend you didn't see anything. Besides, if you encounter a real band of bandits, you should at least pick up a sword."

Seeing the bandit leader's demeanor as he lied so blatantly reminded me how big the world was. Probably being the most shameless man in the world was a position I would never reach, but he was right about one thing, I really hadn't taken a sword from my storage space because I only had the wooden sword I had made in my storage space

Not that it really mattered, I had already experienced many street fights in my previous life and had even learned the techniques of stealing your opponent's knife by watching TV. My confidence in my ability to beat them was based on the speed at which the thugs ran through the city.

"You bandits seem to have enough swords already. Why should I bother carrying unnecessary weight with me?"

"Apparently you still think we are a bunch of bandits. Hufff , I never thought that one day I would have to wash my hands in the blood of innocents for the honor of this kingdom. There is nothing we can do... "

When I saw the behavior of the bandit leader who thought he was Napoleon, looking sadly at the treetops with the sun on his back and the sword resting on the ground, I started to grind my teeth in anger

Just as I was about to curse the bandit leader, luckily the pink-haired little girl got rid of the magic cloth in her mouth and shouted at me

"My name is Shizune Vi Ironblood! I'm the second daughter of the Ironblood family. They're lying to you! My father will reward you if you save me, peasant boy. Go and find Alberto and tell him where I am!"

The girl had said so much in just a few seconds that I was momentarily confused and tried to process the information. As I continued to watch the girl in confusion, I felt a bandit sneak up on me, but I pretended not to notice.

A person reveals his greatest weakness when he thinks he is successful

When the bandit got close enough, I did the knife-stealing move I had practiced many times on the streets in my previous life.

Suddenly, as I twisted my torso around, I bent over on one leg and kicked the thug in the back of the legs with the heel of my free foot. The thug lost his balance and fell to the ground, unable to react to my quick movement.

I quickly got on top of the thug and hit him hard in the face with my fist, and when he fainted, I took the sword from his hand. The full version of the street-style sword-stealing technique was thus completed

As soon as I picked up the sword, a sensation I hadn't felt before spread through my whole body, and I realized in a split second that the basic sword swings in that book were not so basic after all.

The other bandits started to take me more seriously when they saw me knocking out their friends with a single blow.

When the next bandit started to walk towards me holding a sword on the order of the bandit leader, hundreds of weak points on the body of the bandit who was walking towards me as if he was an experienced swordsman caught my eyes

------- a few seconds ago

A mysterious book, lying forgotten in the grass in Yuto's spatial storage area, rose into the air the moment Yuto picked up a sword, and the first few pages turned into molecules of light that flew to the center of Yuto's storage area and disappeared into thin air.

As the floating book fell to the ground, the writing on its cover glowed for a brief moment

- THE SWORD EMPEROR'S INVISIBLE SWORDSMANSHIP -

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Outside the field, Yuto had also undergone a change that he was not aware of. Yuto unwittingly shifted his position involuntarily to face the sun squarely as he looked at his opponent with a sharper and colder gaze.

Thinking he was going to return a small child, the bandit attacked without noticing the change in Yuto. Yuto took a slow step forward, savoring the calm that filled him, and swung his sword lightly but swiftly.

Yuto's swing met the sunlight at such an angle that in the bandit's eyes, the sword Yuto held seemed to have only a handle and no body.

The bandit's plan was to use his physical superiority at the first clash of swords with the boy in front of him to knock the boy back and quickly recover to decapitate the disarmed boy.

The bandit looked like a fool, but he had made a precise and logical plan to make the best possible move, and he had not underestimated his opponent, but fate is a cruel opponent.

As the bandit's field of vision descended along with the upper half of his own sword, the bandit realized a truth: this was not the story of 12 friends who risked their lives to fulfill their dream of getting rich...