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High School Hack and Slash Chapter 42 Part 4

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Pasifista

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「Haa… Rather, I wonder if he’s not here after all. If it’s that boy, I thought he’d surely stand out, though.」

「M, maybe he went to another quest….」

Next to Touka, who was nervous and making a face like she was about to cry, Kurumi bared her high canines.

「That idiot. I hope he didn’t oversleep and skip out.」

「If he’s that much of a half-wit, then I suppose we’ll have to punish him. Well, it looks like he’s not here anyway. Let’s go around to the other bases.」

「… Making fun of us quite a lot like that, well, are you showing off the composure you have? Huh?」

「You’re going to serve as our meat toilet here. Stop spouting stupid things, put up your asses and get in line already.」

「Looks like the first day would be over just to try them all out. I wonder where I should insert first.」

With the exception of the boy who had been called an enoki, all the other boys had opened the front of their pants and started stroking their penises.

In the raid domain, where you stood side by side with death, the safety points where one arrived for once was the same as an oasis in the desert.

There was no way they could be apart from it, and in fact, if it was the case up until now, they should not have been able to defy the boys who had become their caretakers.

「Hmm, they’re second years, right? I guess I’d rather develop the first-year girl from earlier. That girl is a real inexperienced pussy, isn’t she?」

「Yea. Then, go get the guys inside. Tell them that we’re having a gang rape fest.」

「Come on now. You there, get down on your knees and suck our dicks at once!」

「Noo… Touma, kun.」

Ichiko raised a scream as she was grabbed by the wrist.

Even if she had raised her level for a bit and begun to learn new means of combat, her body was paralyzed from the memories of having followed other’s beck and call up until now.

「What is it, what is it, the guy you’re in love with is coming with you? Crap, so hot! A cuckold situation!」

「Ooh, bring him over here. We’ll take turn to make you squeal right in front of him, after all.」

「You guys, I will no longer tolerate it, okay! Summon, 『Reinforced External Skeleton』….」

Mikan, exploding with a bang upon seeing them laying their hands on her comrades, raised his hands to the sky and mustered up her strength.

The boys put themselves on guard, but relaxed upon realizing that the chanting word was that of a 『Craftsman』 skill.

It was common knowledge that the 『Reinforced External Skeleton』 called up by 『Craftsman』 was just a blockhead with a huge frame, and at best it could only be used as a luggage carrier.

The boys were also dropouts who would be regulars on supplementary quests, but in their own ways, they had accumulated combat training and undergone a number of experiences.

There was no need to take the trouble of interfering with the summoning.

If that was their last ray of hope, smashing it right in front of their eyes would surely make them obedient.

The boys, folding their arms, were watching over the tiny summoner with a rather pleasant look in their eyes.

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Well then, what’s to be done now?

Even as I cross my arms and let out a sigh, the wind that’s raising a thunderous roar is making it a bit difficult to breathe.

I see nothing even as I look around my surroundings, and the overlook is nice.

Or rather, there’s not even ground.

I thought I was dungeon diving, but here I am skydiving.

There is no parachute, and I am in the middle of a free fall at the moment.

The so-called supplementary raid quest seems to be quite the harsh test.

From the get to, they are aiming to kill you with all their might.

I think it has nothing to do with me jumping into the Rashomon gate in a fluster upon seeing that for some reason it was on the verge of closing, after getting tired of waiting for my turn and going to the vending machine to buy some juice.

I don’t know from around what altitude I was falling, but what was spread under my eyes was a miniature jungle.

I think I’ve been falling for quite some time, but strangely enough, it feels like the distance between me and the ground isn’t shrinking.

There is no point even if I panic here, so I open the pull tab of the canned juice I have bought.

Sad news.

It has been confirmed that drinking canned juice while skydiving is hard.

It’s different from weightlessness, but the grief of everything going splash, flying all over the place due to the wind pressure.

Regret that I should have gone with a paper carton juice that I could suck on with a straw.

As I am sucking on it like I do Yakult, I see that some sort of Bird-san is approaching.

Richly colored feathers and trailing tail.

The magnificent crest seems to be crackling and electrified.

It’s a bird I’ve never seen before, so I guess it’s probably some kind of monster.

Above all, it is huge.

The grandly spread wings look like they are about 30 meters long.

According to the Interface display, it’s called a 『Hundred Ptarmigan (Plasma Thunderbird)』, but I have a feeling that the Japanese ptarmigan (raichou) was a bit smaller.

Could it be that when they grow up, they will be as big as this, I wonder.

While I am wondering if it is okay to hunt it, as it seems tasty but it looks like a protected species after all, the other side opens its beak in an attempt to pry upon me.

No problem, now it is a legitimate self-defense.

Evading the beak of the thunderbird (raichou), which honest to a fault comes charging at the falling me head-on, with a ducking, I grab its beard-like feathers and give it a footlock as if I’m straddling it by the back of the neck.

Raising a glass-breaking like cry, the crackling electrical discharge on the crest spreads throughout the whole thunderbird body, causing it to glow white.

Unfortunately, this humble one is an ordinary person who has suffered from electrification constitution for a long time.

Something on the level of a direct hit of lightning strike will do no more than burn my clothes.

When I wrap my arms around the feathers around its neck, the actual thickness is about the size of a log.

Without forgetting the feeling of gratitude for the food ingredients, I give it a sleeper hold.

It’s struggling, it’s struggling.

Maybe it is the fruit of me doing muscle training these days, I have the confidence that I can twist even a steel pillar if I give it my all, but quite the tough neckbones it has.

The flapping of its wings is also gradually turned into twitches, and if I slam it into the ground as is, I think it will as expected die.

The ground is pleasantly drawing near.

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Exploding along with a thunderous roar, the came to be on the state as if an underground penetrating bomb (bunker buster) had struck it.

At the bottom of the center of explosion that had been gouged in mortar shape, a miserable giant bird was dying, buried in the soil.

Fortunately, the D-shaped barracks had provided a cover, so no one was injured by the scattered stones and soil or the flying splinters from the crushed trees.

Everyone present there, boys and girls alike, had gotten weak on the knees and plopped down to the ground, though.

*Shrrk, shrrk* An ominous sound that made one’s blood run cold echoed from the bottom of the hole.

The monster bird’s head that was as large as a man was tall, the fiendish beak that was capable of actually swallowing a man in one gulp, and the glassy crazed eyes that reflected Mikan and the others who had been petrified by fear.

At full speed, the boys abandoned the base and fled into the forest.

Their ability to sense danger was as well-trained as a third-grade line rank like them.

The head of the giant bird that crept up from the bottom of the hole was twisted in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

「Mm. Isn’t it Mikan-senpai and the others? Is something the matter?」

「Ah, ah… To, Touma-kun?」

Dangerously on the verge of coming to need a change of clothes, Mikan, remained weak on the knees, pointed to Touma, who was carrying the giant bird on his shoulder.

「… There’s a deep circumstance to this.」

「That, could it be.」

「Yes, this is ultimately a legitimate self-defense. No matter how brazen I am, I won’t hunt a protected species with the reason of it being seemingly tasty.」

The reason why a normally quiet type of person became talkative was because he or she had some shady dealings.

「That’s not it, Touma-kun, you came flying with a vyeew from the sky and then boom.」

「When it comes to falling from a high altitude, you can offset the damage if you take a precise ukemi.」

「… There’s a lot of parts to retort at, but… Yeah, well, I suppose you have properly acted as a hero that comes when we are in a pinch.」

Rinko, who stood up and slapped the dirt off her skirt, slackened her cheeks at the sight of the club members running up to Touma.

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