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High School Hack and Slash Chapter 55 Part 1

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Pasifista

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Moby Dick

「Wow. What an amazing view…. ouch ouch!」

　I treat the unrepentant Doggy-san to a plum poppy.

　When I grind my fists that are sandwiching her head, she flaps her fluffy limbs and lets out a pitiful cry.

「I’m sorry, I’m sorry~」

　I felt like I am abusing a small animal, so I let her go.

　Doggy-san, who has plopped down at my feet, begins to make a complaint with her mouth pouted and her cheeks puffed out.

「This is no way to treat your Senpai!」

「Then please behave like one.」

　It’s no use panicking at this point, so I decide to also sit down and try to calm myself down.

　But, well, there is almost no monster-like figures in our surroundings, so….

　Judging from the Interface message I received when I logged in, it has a time difference of seven times, so it seems to be a super class raid quest.

　There was that last time, and then this time as well, I feel like I’ve ended up popping up somewhere other than the normal route.

「I guess. I mean, no matter how you look at it, this is a boss after all, right?」

　Doggy-san taps the scaffolding with a pomf.

　Based on what I could see when I crashed down with Doggy-san from above, the scaffold, which is rectangular in shape and roughly 100 meters long, is a crazy huge fish flying in the sky.

　In terms of size ratio, we must be akin to dirt to this huge monstrous fish.

　Even as we’re getting all laid back on its back, it shows no reaction whatsoever.

　Rather, it simply floats around buoyantly, sleeping with its eyes closed.

　For such a huge ass thing to fly in the sky, quite the fantasy feeling it is.

「Rather than the sky, isn’t this place probably an ether sea?」

　As Doggy-san spreads out her hands while saying this place, I take another look at the surrounding scenery.

　The deep grand blue space goes on to no end.

　There is no sky when I look up, and no bottom when I look down.

　The light source illuminating the surroundings is faint and flickering, like a light shining through the waves of the ocean.

　I won’t find it strange even if I’m told that we’re under the sea, but not only can we breathe, we can also speak.

　I feel no things like water resistance either.

「That’s why it’s an『Ether Sea』. I don’t know what that is, though. It’s the same as the 17th stratum of the dungeon. There are fish swimming, swooshing in front of you, but you don’t feel strained or anything.」

「I see.」

「There’s a lot of sea creatures over there, but…. There don’t seem to be any fish here, huh.」

　Still plopped down, Doggy-san is dispirited.

　I wonder if we can’t eat the mysterious huge monstrous fish under our feet.

　Even if we gouge a bit of its flesh, I bet that’d be akin to getting bitten by a mosquito, perhaps Maybee.

　Taking a goblin ax from the Item Box, I secretly attack the back skin with all my might.

　*Boom* On the spot where I have launched my strike at, let alone injury, there’s not even any dent.

　Rather, there is not even a hitting recoil.

　I hope the reaction could do its job properly.

「… It’s impossible, impossible. It’s not a matter of attack power or defense power, but『violation of the rules』 after all. If you don’t trigger the flag and meet the conditions, you don’t have the qualification to fight the boss, you know~」

　Doggy-san’s stomach growls as she lazily rolls about.

「This is definitely a『Lore』 type. It’s too much of a pain, I hate it~.」

 

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　The port town, with the scent of the sea drifting in the air, was overflowing with bustling buzz.

　A steam train, giving rise to a black smoke, was running along the rails, and oil barrels transported from the port by horse-drawn carriages were brought in.

　The town, which was hazy with clouds of dust and black smoke, was by no means a large one.

　What stood in a row closer to the port was wooden inns and taverns of the sailors.

　The sailors, who had had a bottle of liquor in their hand since daytime, were flocking together on the side of the road, drunk as a bat.

　The whalers they were supposed to be sailing on had remained docked at the docks since who-knows-when, so long ago that each and every one of them had ended up forgetting it.

　Even so, should morning come, the train ran on the rails and the oil continued to boil in the kilns that continue to cook.

　It was one of the key industries on the East Coast that supported the economic development of 19th century America.

　From the taverns where the sailors alone had too much spare time in their hands, vulgar laughter, drunken merriment, as well as lusty moans echoed.

　What spread on the rustic wooden tables was not food, but young, half-naked girls.

　Red-haired, blue-eyed sailors and dark-eyed, dark-haired girls.

　Unlike the race working here and there as slave who were black down to even their skin, they sported a skin color that was despised as yellow.

　Both black and yellow were treated no differently, nay, they were considered better to use given that their skin color was similar to their own.

　A flaccid, balloon-like erect penis was hanging from the crotch, which had thick pubic hair growing on it.

　It was large in size but soft, which was their other racial trait.

　Lying on her back on the table, the crotch of the girl was drained of strength as it was opened in an M-shape.

　Placing the bottle of liquor he had slurped down on the table with a thud, he grabbed the drooping penis and fitted in the tip.

　The girl, who had been looking up at the ceiling with vacant eyes, let out a gasp at the sensation of having her belly being stickily pushed open from the inside.

　Even though it was an over-sized penis of a different race to her, the softly erect thing was filling her vagina to the brim.

　Shaking his hips while humming a slang she couldn’t understand, the sailor pulled down her bra, which peeked out of her opened blouse, and started rubbing her breasts.

　At the adjacent table, a sailor, holding onto a girl’s tartan skirt in place of a bridle, was swinging his hips furiously as if he were at a rodeo.

　What could be heard escaping from their mouths were female moans that were bereft of any semblance of reasons.

　Other than them, the one chained up in the back of the store was a female student from Toyoashihara Academy, wearing the same uniform as the girls.

　They similarly had neither light in their eyes nor words.

　With a creak, the western door at the entrance of the tavern was opened.

　The customer, wearing a cloth even over his head like a mask and a rag as a cloak, headed to the counter.

　The sailors, who continued to gang-rape the female students, showed no interest in the stranger at all.

「… As I thought, everything is back to how it used to be, huh.」

　Slipping a one-cent coin to the quiet bar master with the eye patch, he got some nose-assaulting cane spirit served to him, the same as yesterday.

　Taking his hand off the sword he was holding under his cloak, he downed the shot glass.

 

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「Welcome back. Looks like everything is all right, huh.」

　The quay a short distance away from the harbor.

　On a high ground overlooking the crashing waves, a shabby lighthouse had been set up.

「Thank goodness you properly made it back.」

「It looks like everything is okay. Those guys, it seems that they can’t get out of the town, after all.」

　In front of the rusty door, a good-looking man was standing in wait.

　His bearing was soft, but his eyes were thoughtful, and his appearance was flawless.

「… I see. For now, do go inside and rest. Seiichi-kun.」

「Yes and thanks.」

　He stepped into the door, which was opened with a creak.

「Ah. Seiichi-kun.」

「Welcome back~, Seiichi.」

　The interior of the lighthouse, which had been covered in dust, weaved with cobwebs, and had become a den of wharf roaches, had been completely transformed.

　Under the light of the lamp, the floor had been cleaned, the crumbling walls had been repaired, and the lighthouse’s primitive light source had also been repaired.

　A kitchen had been set up in the seaward side booth, and the fragrant scent of bouillabaisse wafted from the pots.

　With the『Craftsman』 group joining hands, in just half a day or so, it had turned into a magnificent base.

「How was the town?」

　As expected, she must have been worried.

　Mai, who had come to his side before anything else, touched Seiichi’s hand to make sure he was okay.

「Yeah. No particular commotion occurred. Rather… Even the building I destroyed yesterday has returned to how it used to be.」

　And then, the residents who he should have murdered were also dead drunk and raping the female students as if nothing had happened.

　It was as if they were acting out a scene from a rewound movie, repeating the scene he had seen yesterday.

「The heck is that? That’s hella creepy…. This place, is it really inside a dungeon?」

　Monsters coming at them in underground ruin-like dungeons.

　That was the dungeon they’d dove into thus far.

　An anachronistic but nostalgic town inhabited by humans, an extensive sea and sky, and then something that sported a humanoid form.

「Yes, we’re undoubtedly in a dungeon, in a raid domain. I guess it’s『Lore (Legend)』 type raid.」

「Kaoru-san. Good work for the guard duty, I suppose.」

　After patrolling the surroundings, Kaoru, who walked in through the door, floated a wry smile.

「Do let me do at least that much. I’m truly sorry. We truly didn’t mean to get in your way.」

「Err, we’ve already received plenty of apology, so please don’t worry about it.」

「That’s right. Rather, fortunately, it ended with only Touma getting strayed, after all.」

　Leaving aside if it was any other club members, even if their club president was launched into a volcanic crater or the stratosphere, they would most likely merely say「how troubling」 in a laid back manner.

「In that sense, I don’t have to worry about our president either, but… Haa.」

「Ah…, I probably understand your feeling totally well.」

　Seiichi felt an intense sympathy for Kaoru, who covered his face with his hands.

　At first, he was wary of his gender-reversed bearing and the intimidating air of a powerful person that he could sense in his behavior, but he soon realized that he was probably a person with a rare level of common sense in the academy.

　For better or worse, he had to be careful not to be left alone with him.

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