[Reberu] ga Arunara Agerudesho? Mobukyara ni Tensei Shita Ore wa Gēmu Chishiki o Ikashi, Hitasura Reberu o Age Tsudzukeru

[Amanai Cheering Squad, 1 Member]

Being hit on my flank +6, being swept off my feet +4, being struck on my chest +12, and getting my nose broken +20.

Fumu, it looks like the bigger the damage I receive, the more experience points I get.

Amanai-kun, can you try aiming for my crotch for a bit… no, what if I can’t get it up anymore afterward? Let’s drop that idea.

“Gobo, bh! Ah~…” (Sakurai)

While trying to stand up from lying on the back position, I pinch my nose, forcibly realign it, and spit out the blood accumulated in my mouth.

With my respiratory tract secured, I can smell the air again and it reeks of blood.

From my nose blood flows out gushingly, and my clothes are in tatters from rolling on the ground over and over again.

Both the visible and invisible parts of my body are bruised and darkened, and unlike the opponent, I don’t wear anything to protect my fists, so they’re dyed bright red from the blood spilled from the skin that got torn when I struck.
Perhaps something’s wrong with the bones as some parts of my fists are swollen unnaturally.

However, without paying attention to such things, I focus on the notification (log) of gained experience points in the corner of my field of vision.
After all, gaining experience points just thrills me.

“Hah… hah…! Why, why do you rise back up again? Why…!” (Amanai)

Amanai, whose condition is far better compared to me—only slightly injured, says with a voice laced with fear.

I can see the same emotion laced in his voice on his face, which is visible in my field of vision that narrowed due to my face swollen.

“You, cough cough! …’cause, you’re never going to kill me.” (Sakurai)

I had no time to recover from Amanai’s continuous attacks, and kept getting beaten, and now I don’t know how much time has passed.

What I do know is that the experience points of ‘Physical Resistance’* that I’ve earned so far exceeds 1000, and that I’ve risen back up like this for more than 8 times.
[*Previously hit resistance, the author changed the term]

“Just, just stop this already, Sakurai! Please stop! The victor has been settled, right!” (Amanai)

“Ahh? Says who? I’m still full of energy, y’know?” (Sakurai)

“Your aim is to get the Fool’s Necklace, isn’t it!? Why are you doing this!” (Amanai)

To impose the future hardships on you!!

“You just want the Fool’s Necklace, right!? Then I’ll buy it from the winner with everything I own! That’s okay with you, right!?” (Amanai)

I didn’t tell you, but I’ve already demanded that much from Julia!

Whether you win or Julia wins in the final competition, the Fool’s Necklace is going to fall into my hands in the end!

I’ve given Julia an empty promise to bring her Amanai that has become serious in exchange, so if I don’t make you become serious, I’d be in trouble!

“(So) No way that’s okay!!” (Sakurai)

When I take a powerful step while screaming, the air pressure that hits Amanai surprises him and makes him steps back.

“How long will you stay as such a coward! You’ve knocked me down so many times, and yet, why didn’t you steal the item from me!? You had many chances to!” (Sakurai)

Well, honestly, because I was resisting with all my might, I don’t know if he had such chances.
However, it’s fine as long as he believes it even slightly.

It is in humans’ nature to establish something that they see as likely to be true as a fact when they’re not looking into a situation calmly.

The current Amanai is the perfect example of that.
So, I decide to press for an answer from my opponent who’s showing an anguished expression.

“You said some shit about how you’re going to protect your loved ones, yet in the end, you did nothing at all! Do you still can’t understand that if you don’t resolve yourself and step forward, you’ll eventually have to pay the price! If the ‘protagonist’ has cold feet and not moves his two legs, there’s no way he can save anyone!” (Sakurai)

My words are just bullshit from start to finish.
It’s not like I hold even a piece of compassion for him.

These are merely meaningless set of words that I came up with to put the opponent down after hearing the one-sided account from Akano and Luisina’s analysis and believing them as a fact.

“Take the item from me even if you have to give up one of your arms! Even if you were to lose an arm, getting the item would balance out your loss! If you don’t have that level of resolve, you’ll be abandoned, fail, and regret! Then you’ll become irresolute and ask yourself ‘Why it turned out like this’, and come to a pessimistic answer like ‘it’s not my fault, it’s the world’s’, you shit for brains!” (Sakurai)

The action that Amanai should take here is to ignore what I said and beat me.

However, he ends up accepting my bullshit; he ends up accepting it and brooding over it.

Because he’s not ‘Amanai Hayato (protagonist)’, but Amanai Hayato who lives here now— it’s his nature.

“Uu, aa….” (Amanai)

“You said it yourself! A protagonist must have a protagonist mentality! In that case, you, who don’t have such mentality, is merely wearing the protagonist mask, ain’t you! You just possess the talent and look to play as ‘Amanai Hayato’, whom you only know about one-sidedly; come to yourself already!” (Sakurai)

I scream and run toward Amanai who’s stepping back.

I put strength into my clenched fist, and insert it with my selfish desire without a fragment of intent to save the other party.

I replace the words that I’ve been repeating with just that one fist.

“——How long do you intend to continue following ‘Amanai Hayato (another’s way of living)’!!” (Sakurai)

I hit the coward, who has his back against a tree, on the face without hesitation.

“Oraah!” (Sakurai)

I’m not ending it with just one punch.

Twice, thrice, I’m gonna return as many hits as I received from him.

I swing down my fist over and over again at Amanai who only defend and not counterattacking.

My bloody and unshapely fists make a muffled dull hitting sound every time they hit Amanai’s body.

“Uh, gh! Gh… guh!” (Amanai)

Every time my fist hits, a moaning that sounds like a cry leaks out.

Ignoring that, I continue to one-sidedly beat Amanai, who begins to cower, from above.

“Uh… gh! You… you…!” (Amanai)

The unreasonable violence that continues to be given to him, gradually breaks his composure and mask.

When my fist finally reaches his true face below it.

“You… what… what do you know about meeeeeeee!!

“Do you even know how I feel, huuuuuuh!!” (Amanai)

Amanai, whose line finally crossed, screams and jumps at me, and I retaliate.
I hit and got hit, I kick and got kicked, and so on.

When I got hit, I pull him by the collars and headbutt him, and as a counterattack, he pulls me by the ear and headbutts me back.

When I try to pin him down, his swinging arm hits my head and he pins me down as I’m flinching from the shock.

When I grab the fist that he swings down from above, he bits my shoulder this time.
My knees that I reflexively swing up at the same time as I scream hit his crotch, making him cries in agony.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!”

“You bastaaaard!!”

In that situation where the owner of the voices no longer discernible, the exchanges of offense and defense continue rapidly.

The battle of pure instinct is getting painted with a liquid that’s unknown whether it’s mud or blood.

Words such as holding back or going easy no longer exist here.

And what decides the victor is accumulated training and the skills that has permeated the body.

So, despite his loss of composure and break of frailty, there’s no way a swordsman (I) can gain an upper hand against Amanai, who possess the ability to win against a spear-user uninjured to begin with, in a bare-handed fight.

In the first place, no matter how high my level is, if I can only hit once every 4 to 5 hits I receive, my endurance will naturally be exhausted first.

(…So a swordsman can only exerts one-third of his ability without his sword, huh~)

In the end, that’s what I thought absentmindedly as I’m lying on the ground after being knocked down by Amanai over and over again.

“Hah… hah… Now, to save… Reika…!” (Amanai)

In my sight is the back of Amanai who’s approaching Akano with unsteady gait.

His hand is holding ‘Sacrificial Rite Talisman’ which can break ‘Cursed’ abnormal status he took from my breast pocket.

While watching his figure, I touch a thread that has been prepared in the vicinity with my finger that I could barely move, and use Shishū skill to pull a potion from the place I stashed my luggage.

I’ve done everything I could.

Next is how will Amanai turns out, and how will Akano act.

But still, even thought it was because I had neither the time to prepare nor leisure, I took some actions that I hadn’t quite planned to.

Moreover, unlike the uproars that has happened until now, I completely leave the final deciding factor to someone else.

It’s stressful not knowing how the matter would turn out and could do nothing but to hope for success.

My gamer nature would definitely be sure it would work if this has at least 60% success rate, but y’know…

When you create some kind of plan, it’ll be best if you make everyone dance on your palm, right!!

What I said is horrible, even if I say so myself, but I’m sure many people will sympathize with it, so no problem.

(Well, it’ll work out somehow.
If it doesn’t, let’s worry about it then.)

Amanai who had no idea that Akano and I are working together don’t know it, but at any rate, Akano won’t die.

Even if Amanai is traumatized due to this and stays away from battle, Akano will be there with him so he probably wouldn’t die.

If that happens though, I’ll be able to get my hands on items and quests that I’ve been refraining from for Amanai’s sake, and as for ‘Black Sword’, I’ll just throw them their worst nightmares, that are Uncle, the ‘Sword Saint’, and Julia, so there wouldn’t be a problem at all.

Even if they have a reincarnated person, Nanashion, on their side, the organization is already on the brink of destruction thanks to Uncle.

If I uproot their collaborators (sponsors) with the power of the royal family and the Thieves Guild, they would be further weakened and restricted in their movement.

If I somehow get a chance to come in contact with ‘Asanaga Ayako’, I may even make her to double-cross them.

She has her own goal, and she only uses the organization called Black Sword to achieve that goal.

If the power of the organization becomes unreliable, she will betray the organization.

(And if I’m truly driven into a corner, I can just grab Iris and Higaki and teleport to the Netherworld… oya? No matter how things turn out, I’ll be fine either way it seems, no?)

There’s a saying that you don’t lose as long as you live, so as long as I’m alive, I can raise my level anywhere.

Even though the experience point gain efficiency in the Netherworld is lower than in the world of the living, that doesn’t mean that I won’t be able to gain any experience points at all.

Realizing that, I feel better and decide to watch over Amanai with potion in one hand in relaxed manner.

Had I known, I would have brought a fan with Amanai’s name and face drawn on it so that I could cheer on him.

(Do your best, don’t lose, Amanai-kun! I’m cheering your growth from the bottom of my heart!)

The ‘Sacrifical Rite Talisman’ falls off Amanai’s hand without exerting any effect.

Then he drops on his knees next to his childhood friend.
I watch him with the feeling of watching a sport.