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The Misfit Of Demon King Academy

Misfit of the demon king academy- There was a man who was feared as the demon king, who destroyed humans, spirits, and even gods. The demon king, Anos Voldigoad, who knew nothing of the impossible, became bored with the desolate world and used reincarnation magic. 2,000 years later. What awaited him when he woke up was the Demon King Academy Delsgade, where demon kings are raised. What Anos saw were his descendants who had grown accustomed to peace and had become too weak, with magic formulas that were surprisingly low-level. On top of that, he, who is the true founding Demon King, is somehow branded as a misfit...!? [Author: This is not my original story and the original story belongs to shuu. I am simply editing the story and providing it on this platform. Please show respect and support.]

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CH-49.2

 Chapter 49.2

 

 

 

The 16 watchmen carefully observe me with their demon eyes and then start to panic.

"…What's going on? He's not using any magic…"

"That's not possible! How can he stop Eishas without any magic…?"

"There's no magic at all!"

"There's definitely no magic being used!"

"…In other words that sword does have power…?"

"Idiots!! Look for it!! There's definitely some trick to it!!"

Fumu. It's useless so don't bother.

What I'm using right now is Hiding Magic 「Najira」. It's a magic that hides all magic power.

Right now 「Najira」 is hiding 「Adeshin」. Even in the age of myths, the people that could see through this were few in number so I'm sure the mazoku of now will not be able to see through it.

Without proof, they can't call foul and with Melheys being in the unification faction they can't push it too much or they risk a situation reversal.

"…Oi, the watchmen aren't calling foul…"

"So there's no magic being used…?"

"That sword…At first glance you can't feel any magic from it but…is it equal to Eishas?"

The thickness of the blade in front of me increases as the water flow seems to become more intense.

Kurt throws all of his magic power into Eishas but the sword in my hand doesn't move an inch and seems to be taking is leisurely.

"…How…to a sword without any magic…?"

"Certainly, it has no magic power." I put strength in my arm and strongly push Kurt back. "But the thoughts of my father are packed into this blade. Don't think you can break this blade that my father put all his heart into."

"…What a foolish thing to say…"

I grin and start to provoke Kurt

"Don't you understand it Kurt? A sword lovingly forged by a master craftsman has something different to magic."

I swing my sword and Kurt is easily overpowered and thrown away.

He quickly thrust Eishas into the ground and barely managed a defensive fall.

"…What was that…?"

"A sword of the heart…? A sword strengthened by desires…does such a thing exist?"

"Impossible. It should be impossible but how else can you explain it?"

"A phenomenon that can only be said as impossible is taking place right in front of our eyes…!"

"…A sword not inferior to Eishas can be forged by a true master craftsman…!? Who's the father of that fellow!?"

Fumu. It seems to have worked well.

"Apparently I need to get serious."

Kurt turned a gaze that was now filled with excitement my way.

"I wanted to keep this secret until the finals but let me show it now. This body that I dedicated to the sword and the land I finally arrived at. This swordsmanship. The essence of Kurt swordsmanship—"

The blade of Eishas disappears and all Kurt is left holding is the hilt.

"Fumu. This looks a bit interesting, however."

"Kurt style swordsmanship secret move—"

Kurt puts his centre of gravity on one leg but at that moment his entire body was cut by countless sword flashes.

"…Wha…gah…"

He falls to his knees without knowing whats happened.

Kurt shoves Eishas in the ground and tries to stand back up using it as a cane.

"Any second now."

Eishas shatters into pieces and Kurt falls flat on his face onto the stone ground before attempting to crawl towards the pieces of his demon sword.

"…Wh…what…happened…? I…lost…?"

Kurt still doesn't seem to understand what happened.

It was nothing special. I simply walked leisurely towards him and slowly slashed him a few times with my sword.

"…This is impossible…! I don't care if the sword was made by a true master, that Kurt was taken down in less than a minute…!"

"In the last tournament, Kurt didn't receive a single wound the entire time…"

"Kurt's over 300 years old now. Where'd the terrible strength I came to see go…?"

 [Editor-san : The author has made a mistake either here or the last chapter. I went back and checked and last chapter he had him winning the tournament at 20 and now he's 300 but this one has him winning the last tournament when he was less than 200 years old and now he's 300. I believe that the 200 and 300 years old is probably more correct. Either way, these tournaments have some weird gaps of time between them.]

"…He didn't even get a chance to show off his secret move…Their stats are too different."

"What's with that? Isn't that fellow just a student at Deruzogeddo? Who is he!?"

Puzzled voices are now coming from the audience seats.

"Fumu. Damn it…I should have waited to see what his secret move was."