Middle School Samurai

Reckless, all-in melee attacks that don’t consider the body.

Reacting to that attack wasn’t too difficult.

I quickly drew the katana from my waist and swung it menacingly towards where the opponent was rushing.

Swish!

The katana left a very faint afterimage, lightly grazing the opponent’s face as it passed.

I frowned. The speed isn’t what I expected.

It felt like I had heavy sandbags strapped all over my body.

Of course. This wasn’t Deron, after all.

There were no additional stats gained from equipment, and no stats increased by skills either.

The attack missed.

The moment I realized that, I had to roll on the ground immediately.

,Huworeoereoereo!,,

Kwajik!

The Viking, who had charged at me, swung his twin axes and struck the ground where I had been.

If my reaction had been even a little slower, my head would have been split in two by his axe.

,Don’t run away!,,

Suddenly pitting a new player against an opponent like this? Usually, they match you with AI until you get used to the game, right?

,Euaht!,,

Without even thinking of getting up from the ground, I rolled again.

Dust billowed up, and dirt got into my eyes and mouth, but I couldn’t show it.

It was because of the Viking, who was chasing me and swinging his axe with terrifying speed.

,Ahahahahaha!,,

After rolling on the ground about three more times, I finally caught my breath and was able to face my opponent.

Looking around, our team was scattered and fighting separately.

Which meant there was no one to help me.

,Haa…,,

,Looks like you gave up on strength stats and invested everything in agility. Not a good choice…,,

The Viking grinned evilly and slowly approached.

I swallowed hard and took a stance.

No need to make it difficult. The opponent has the same conditions as me.

If I respond calmly, this isn’t an opponent I can’t beat.

,Heuaaaak!,,

At that moment, the Viking user charged again.

Even though the game has changed, my talent remains the same.

Thought Acceleration.

The moment white pain consumed my head, the surrounding movements began to slow down.

Leg muscles bulging as if about to burst, and eyes bloodshot.

The gaze staring at me is very sharp.

The axe he’s holding is aimed precisely at my head.

Calmly, just like before.

Like I would in Deron.

I take a step forward.

Koong-

The moment my body moved, the stopped time began to flow again.

The change created by this one step brought about a rather meaningful result.

The gap that had been distant was instantly narrowed, and I deeply penetrated the opponent’s space.

,Uh…?,,

A faint, stupid voice scatters above my head.

His axe was cutting through empty air.

Now’s the time.

My quickly moving hand draws the katana from its scabbard.

Chowaak!

A blue flash that started from my hand flickered and grazed the opponent’s neck.

The sensation on my fingertips is clear. It scratched properly.

But, the opponent’s neck was not cut off.

,Keueueueuk!,,

The moment I recognized that fact, the opponent’s hand moved and swung the axe.

But it didn’t have the same sharpness as before.

Kwadeuk-!

The moment the axe fell on my shoulder, onto the long, dangling armor, creating a dull impact, I swung my sword once more.

The second strike, flowing like water after the first.

Chwaaaak!

,Th, th…,,

The Viking’s words were never completed.

His trembling body loses strength and kneels on the ground.

Strength drains from his shaking hands, and he drops the axe.

,Heok…,,

I got my first kill score since starting the game.

But my expression wasn’t good.

It was because I realized how significant the irrationality caused by lacking strength stats was.

I accurately aimed for the neck with the first strike. But the opponent didn’t fall.

It was because I didn’t have enough strength to completely sever the neck. In that state, the opponent even counterattacked.

I ended up finishing him off with a second strike, but even that didn’t sever the neck.

It was because the opponent’s health was completely depleted due to the attack on a vital point, a fatal attack.

At that moment, kill scores started to appear one after another at the top of the game’s situation panel.

Seeing the indication that our team died and the indication that the opposing team died appearing at the same time, it seemed like they had died together.

I carefully moved while assessing the situation.

Just because I successfully killed an opponent didn’t mean it was all over.

Before the dead opponent’s respawn is over, I have to occupy the area.

At that moment, I caught sight of the friendly knight user flying through the air.

His shiny full plate mail was all dented, and the sword he was holding had even flown far away.

,Uwaaaaaaaa!,,

The one who was facing our team’s knight user was a large butcher character.

The monster-like physique, born solely for strength stats, seemed to be about 2 meters tall.

The armor he wore was also incredibly thick, making him look like a tank was running.

And what about the huge club he was holding? It looked incredibly long and thick, as if he had pulled out a steel pillar from a building.

Koong- Koong- Koong-

Could there be a penalty for being so large? His running speed was very slow.

The knight who had fallen to the ground was trying to escape, but it seemed like a part of his body had lost function, and he couldn’t get up from the ground.

This game is a team game. A game you can’t win if you ignore a teammate in danger.

I quickly charged towards the large butcher.

,Hiyaaaat!,,

I realized while running. That I can’t win against this butcher character.

The shiny armor absolutely did not expose the wearer’s skin.

There’s no gap to cut or stab. To catch this guy, it seemed like I had no choice but to beat him with a large blunt weapon.

Even so, I swing the katana.

The katana, quickly drawn from its scabbard, unleashes a blue strike.

Kaang!

The katana’s weak blade struck the thick armor, but as expected, it didn’t inflict any meaningful damage on the opponent.

However, the opposing butcher’s gaze turned towards me.

,Die, fatty!,,

I was used to provoking opponents.

That’s what I always did in Deron. Teasing and running away, making the opponent angry.

,F, fatty…?,,

Kang-kang-!

I keep circling around the slowly moving butcher, constantly tapping him with the katana.

It’s frustrating. It was so frustrating I could die.

If I had my way, I wanted to beat this heavily armored fatty like a tonkatsu with overwhelming power, but with 6 points of strength, there was nothing I could do.

,I’ll kill you…,,

Hoo- Hoo-

He’s coming.

The giant butcher swung his weapon, the steel pillar.

BooWoong-!

I blankly opened my mouth as I watched.

Because his movement speed was slow, I thought his attack speed would also be infinitely slow.

But it wasn’t.

The steel pillar flying as if cutting through the air was very fast, sweeping a wide area as if dominating the surrounding space.

Thought Acceleration-

In a short moment, white pain surges again.

The sight of the steel pillar sweeping away the very space I was standing in was rushing in like a wave.

I slowly move my body in the slowed time.

The moment I ducked, the giant steel pillar grazed my head by a hair’s breadth.

The helmet I was wearing naturally flew off, and my body staggered from the impact.

Pak-!

The long black hair that had been pushed up inside the helmet scatters in all directions.

I can’t win. All I can do is draw as much attention as possible.

Then, someone started running from afar.

A person holding a triangular kite shield and a short flail.

It was our team’s Paladin user.

He was running silently. At that moment, I felt like I made eye contact with him.

I understand. What the Paladin user is hoping for, he wants me to keep this fatty’s attention until he arrives.

Evading isn’t difficult.

,Hey, you pig bastard. Is that what you call an attack?,,

,Euh, euheueu…!,,

,Come on. I’ll cut you down in one strike.,,

The provocation was excellent.

The butcher user, as if greatly excited, was wildly exhaling rough breaths, swinging his steel pillar around and around.

The sound, as if a swarm of bees were flying around, filled the surroundings, making me feel dizzy.

It’s hard. If this were Deron, I could have avoided these attacks as much as I wanted, for hours, but this game has a stat called stamina.

The faster and more intensely I move, the more tired and heavy my body becomes.

I’m starting to get out of breath.

But that’s the same for the opponent as well.

The speed of the steel pillar he was swinging wildly began to slow down.

,Y, you bitch…!,,

Heok- Heok-

Listening to his panting, I felt like I could smell the hot sweat.

That was the moment.

Kwang-!

,Keueok!,,

A loud impact sound was heard from behind the butcher user, and his huge body staggered.

It was because our team’s Paladin user had arrived and was ruthlessly swinging his flail.

Kwang-! Kwang-! Kwang-!

,Wa, wai… Eueok…,,

The butcher user struggled to get out of the situation, but the Paladin user’s flail was merciless.

At that moment, the long-swung flail blew off the butcher user’s helmet.

Teoeong-!

Now’s the time. My instincts were telling me.

Now is a very good opportunity to finish him off.

With the butcher user’s attention focused on our team’s Paladin, I quickly ran and jumped.

Perhaps because I have a relatively light body. Or maybe it’s thanks to the agility stats I invested too much in. My jumping ability was better than I thought.

But, even so, it’s not enough.

I moved my legs and jumped once more, using the butcher user’s body as a stepping stone.

My vision rises with a total of two leaps.

After all, to fight, you need to be tall and have long limbs.

Being able to look around from a high vantage point allowed me to see more than looking around from a short height.

Enough with the random thoughts.

I quickly drew the katana and held it in reverse grip.

Not a stance for swinging, but a stance for striking down.

After a short time in the air, my body falls.

Holding the katana in reverse grip with both hands, I slammed it down towards the butcher user’s mouth.

Kwajik-!

The katana’s long blade goes down without resistance.

I naturally ended up straddling the butcher user’s shoulders.

I stirred the sword in that state.

Kook- Kuuuk-

I could feel something scraping against my fingertips.

The butcher user, who had been glaring at me with wide eyes, collapsed to the ground without saying a word.

Koong-!