Chapter 0652 Ryo vs Marie II
Translator: Jay_Forestieri
Editor: Tseirp
“Ugh...”
Ryo imdiately ford an ice mbrane to stop the bleeding.
But the damage was greater than he had imagined.
His right arm had been neatly severed between the wrist and the elbow.
Still, that was an inevitable sacrifice.
“I ant to cut off your head, but you put your arm in and changed Kotetsu’s cutting trajectory... that arm must hurt, right?”
“It hurts a lot.”
Marie said with a grimace, and Ryo answered with his face contorted in pain.
Of course, it hurt—his arm had been severed.
Depending on circumstances, he could even die from shock!
“Ryo, you swing a Japanese sword too, so you know. You can’t wield it with one hand.”
“Yes, I know.”
Ryo had thought about it before.
He couldn’t swing properly with one hand.
That realization ca after the Akuma Leonore had cut off one of his arms.
At that ti, the arm was cut and he cleaved the opponent’s neck at the sa mont and won... but this ti was different.
Although overwhelmingly disadvantaged, the fight continued.
“Surrender.”
“Surrender?”
Marie proposed surrender and Ryo frowned.
“What happens if I surrender?”
“Well... I’ll ask the leader to spare your life.”
Marie said that, but her expression was grave.
Which ant...
“What are the odds that the request will be granted?”
“...Ninety percent against it.”
“That’s no good.”
Yes—there is no Geneva Convention here banning the mistreatnt of prisoners.
Even if he surrendered, it was more likely he’d be killed.
Made an example of.
“But if you resist, I will kill you one hundred percent.”
“I’ll resist and bet on that remaining one percent!”
“There isn’t even one percent left!”
Sohow, the banter of joke and retort flowed.
“You’ve got nerves to joke in this situation.”
“I train daily with a powerful retort partner. This kind of thing doesn’t feel like a crisis.”
Ryo said that and looked toward his retort partner, Abel, who was watching from the window.
Marie followed his gaze and looked at Abel.
“This world is beyond .”
“Taking the world by storm with manzai* isn’t easy.” (TLN: Comic duo)
“Is that so... so you intend to conquer the world with manzai?”
“Yes, of course!”
Ryo’s seemingly pointless conversation was, naturally,
a way to buy ti.
What ti for?
(I’ve mostly assembled the form!)
He then chanted:
“”
At that instant, an ice right arm sprouted for Ryo.
“...Huh?”
Marie was understandably surprised by the unexpected developnt.
Ryo tested it lightly by clenching and unclenching his fist.
(It’s impossible to move each finger individually. With magic, I can only alternate the palm between open and closed states. Even though I reused technology from the ice golem, it’s a hurried makeshift...)
He was quite dissatisfied with it, but it was better than nothing.
Ryo’s fundantals were kendo.
With Murasa, he gripped firmly with the left hand and guided motion with the right.
Even with only the left hand, he could swing the sword... though speed would be lacking, and he couldn’t produce attacks that bypassed an opponent’s defenses.
Still, even if far from perfect, having this ice arm should make a big difference.
“You actually grew an arm of ice. And the hand moves properly.”
“Of course. It’s not an exaggeration to say I cultivated so alchemy for this very purpose.”
For so reason, Ryo said this confidently.
“When did you reincarnate into this world, Ryo?”
“Huh? Well... about twenty years ago?”
“Oh, you’re young!”
“Young? Um... Marie, you look young too.”
“I’ve probably been around for about four thousand years.”
“...Excuse ?”
Ryo emitted a bewildered, high-pitched sound.
“Basically, phantomkins don’t disappear.”
“Don’t disappear?”
“Even without a body, they drift in the world like a soul and eventually inhabit another body.”
“That’s incarnation?”
“Exactly. So you can have lots of experiences. I think it’s interesting.”
“This world has far too many long-lived races.”
Ryo said with a slight shake of his head.
“Well then. Let’s try out that arm you grew.”
“No, a draw would be fine with ...”
“I’ve taken no damage.”
“Right.”
Marie sheathed Kotetsu again.
She bent her knees, lowered her hips, and the air around her changed.
Ryo assud his usual seigan stance.
He turned on .
The successive use of such heavy magic is strenuous even for a phantomkin said to possess inexhaustible magic power.
She must have consud most of her internal mana temporarily...
“That’s a win, so it’s fine.”
At that instant, Marie’s head was cleaved off.
An ice blade also plunged into her chest and stopped precisely a little before the heart.
“I win. Marie, surrender.”
Ryo said quietly.
“...I admit defeat.”
The severed head said.
In the next mont, Ryo pulled Murasa out of Marie’s body and dropped to his knees.
A swordsman leapt through the window.
“Ryo!”
“Abel... I won.”
If you like my translations, please support on Patreon and unlock more early chapter releases. 7 day free trial is available for Bronze tier now!
User Comments
0 comments from readers