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High School Hack and Slash Chapter 37 Part 1

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Pasifista

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Disbandment And Establishment

「Shaa!」

A dull, gleaming steel sword blade flashed.

The sword, which was classified as a bastard sword, was larger than a common one-handed sword and boasted the traits of possessing a long handle so that it could be wielded with either two or one hand.

In one theory of the origin of the name, it was said to be a mixed, a hybrid (bastard) of two-handed and one-handed swords.

It was often thought of as a handy sword that could be wielded generally with either one or two hands, but it was also a half-baked hybrid that was too long and heavy to be handled with one hand, and too light and short to be handled with two hands.

*Clank* The bastard sword, which was swung and mowing down horizontally, was brushed away with a spray of sparks.

The short, thick sword blade was a single-edged, inverse-curving machete.

For its short range, he took one step into the inside of the maai.

For the bastard sword wielder, it was a distance where he could drive his sword into the opponent’s body, for the machete wielder, it was a maai that was far away from the opponent’s body.

「God, damn, it!」

Facing the sword strike flashing from the hit (critical) distance upon casually stepping in, he stepped to the side before then once again swinging the bastard sword down.

Stepping into the presumably suitable distance for the downward swing, the interlocking from the lower body was the best motion for swinging the sword.

The dexterity imbued with launching speed from the footwork alone, not a forced retreat, was proof of him being an『Arms User (Weapon Master)』 standing at the forefront of the dungeon.

The flash of the bastard sword, which was imbued with speed and power, was yet again repelled by a cleaving from bottom to top.

The machete strike from a spot closer to the base of the sword blade.

The maai, which was stepped into, was already at a spot where it was in reach of the body.

「… Excellent. Finally, I can have a go with a proper warrior.」

Swiftly stepping back from his opponent, who was readying the bastard sword and reaffirming his grip on it with two hands, and out of the maai, the machete user muttered as such.

「You bastard, are you playing around here? Making a joke of a face like that.」

「I’m very much serious, though.」

Facing the bespectacled boy who was bouncily stroking his Kaiser beard, a blood vessel popped up at the temple of the boy who was readying his bastard sword.

At the beginning, he didn’t think it would be a fight at all.

The『letter of challenge』 sent through the duel committee was a written challenge with the partner as the bet.

The applicant was a first-year student, and his class was『Novice』.

In the case of first-year students, the official ability test would not be held until the first midterm exam, so unless they applied on their own, they would all be treated as Novices.

Basically, in a student duel (Mensur), you couldn’t turn down a challenge from someone with a lower rank than you.

In other words, there was no upperclassman who could refuse a duel application from a first-year student at this time of the year.

What crossed his mind before the thought about whether some misunderstood bastard had gone crazy, or whether the bastard had been forced to do a duel under some sort of a punishment game, was the irresponsible doubt of whether he even had a partner.

For him, who now had completely assimilated into the dungeon conquering group of the martial faction, he could pick a sex partner on his own even without taking the trouble of picking a partner.

His class was also of the top of the academy caste, he laid his hand on every girl with good looks, and if he were to call out to someone, there was no chance of him getting turned down either.

He kept the girls that suited his fancy to warm in his bed, but if he got bored of them, he changed them at once.

When he saw the name of Ichiko, it merely made him finally remember that she was the girl he used to use to vent his lust in the party he randomly formed during his first-year days.

When they were classmates, he used to violate her or lend her out to kill time, but after forming a different group with different class composition based on their abilities by the second semester, he forgot even her very existence.

He had no way of knowing the circumstances of Ichiko, who had been treated as a shared property with no right of refusal even after she was forgotten, under the guise of this lending permission.

As far as he was concerned, he didn’t mind waiving his partner right even without taking the trouble of receiving such a duel challenge, but he took the ride merely because he thought he might want to try taking a bite of Shizuka, the underclassman girl in the picture who was betted as the betting stake.

A few more times, sparks flew as their swords clashed.

「… You really are not bad at all. Looks like you’ve gotten yourself some kind of『Irregular』 class, huh.」

「I think it’s probably a lightning-type 』Arts User (Magi)』.」

「You idiot! No matter how you look at it, it’s a solid vanguard class, isn’t it?」

Diagonal slashes, cleaves, and thrusts, all of it were exchanged by the sword machete.

He was no longer going easy on his opponent.

Inside the duel barrier, you could do movements on the same level as you did in the dungeon.

The hard and sharp bastard sword raised a growl as it drew a whip-like curving trajectory.

Even if the lopping down slash was repelled with the sword machete, it connected to the chain strike without losing its momentum like a pendulum.

Even though the shorter and lighter sword hatchet was easier to maneuver, its short reach meant that you were exposing his body to the blade range.

Facing the opponent who merrily stepped in under such a risk, his blood naturally came to boil hotly too.

This could be said to be a habit of those who had become a class known as Fighter.

As the rotation speed of the sword strike increased, the sparks as well as the aura visualized by the two burst out.

Raising a clanging sound, the shards of the shattered goblin knife splattered against the barrier wall.

「… I’m done here. Just take it as my loss.」

Letting out a sigh, he thrust his bastard sword into the floor.

The Bastard Sword, a dungeon-produced Maken, had not even a single chip in its blade.

If it were a high ranked magic item, more often than not, its constituent materials were OOPArts which were『impossible to analyze』.

「… I still have a sub-weapon, though.」

「Oi, come on, don’t make such a disappointed mug. You Bearded Glasses bastard. You’re forgetting your goal, aren’t you, you battle freak.」

Turning around toward Shizuka and Ichiko, who were clasping their hands together and watching over the duel, he scratched his beard.

「Kukkukku, there exists from time to time. Battle holic like you. I enjoyed it quite a bit, so I’ll hand her over to you.」

「Putting that aside, could you please continue and display your full power without holding back?」

「As if I’d use skills against a first-year.」

A battle of pure martial arts and physical power, such a restriction play, which was not listed in the rules, was a tacit understanding they both had arbitrarily levied on themselves.

Fighting against an opponent who could comprehend that granted an unbearable pleasant feeling to both of them.

The referee, a white masked member of the duel committee, declared the victor and released the barrier.

It was not a quasi-barrier, but one of the duel areas set up on the rooftop of the academy building.

「You, want to join our club? I’ll give you a recommendation.」

「Unfortunately….」

「Well, just give me a word if you change your mind…. Ah, I remember. Ichigo, was it? My bad for leaving you alone. Well, just have him take care of you.」

Casually waving his hand, he swiftly turned on his heel and disappeared from the rooftop.

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