Chapter 35: What Have I Learned in the Last Six Months?
The Reincarnated Extra
What Have I Learned in the Last Six Months?
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Itâs been about six months since I started living with my master.
We, both of us being the quiet type, didnât exchange many words.
But, even so.
Through eye contact, weâve communicated heart to heart.
I believe that my master and I can understand each other without words.
At least, I think so.
And probably, so does Master.
The look we exchanged just before Master began his battle with the bald man.
His gaze, as sharp and stern as ever, was telling me.
This is a new challenge.
When I realized that, I felt embarrassed.
I wanted to become stronger, to have the power to survive, thatâs why I became Masterâs disciple.
Yet, I found myself wishing to be saved by Master without fighting.
Thatâs not right, it shouldnât be like that.
This level of crisis, I should overcome it with my own strength.
If youâre going to call yourself my disciple, then prove it.
Thatâs what Masterâs gaze was scolding me for.
And that scolding.
It meant that I could do it.
That Master believed in me, believed that I could handle it, was proof of that.
I was happy.
â¦Understood, Master.
I wonât expose any more disgrace.
As your disciple, Iâll show you a result that wonât make you ashamed.
In this situation, being taken hostage, my life hanging by a thread.
Iâll use all the strength Iâve gained during these six months with Masterâ¦
And with my own power, Iâll turn this around!!
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âCome, bring it on!⦠I shall subdue you!!â
With those words from Dahachie, the cult leader, the battle between the two began.
Emiâs master, in an instant, closed the distance to Dahachie without making a sound, unleashing a series of punches.
Each strike was a lethal ãMagic Strikeã.
A fist capable of breaking rocks.
However, Dahachie, having survived as a top-class assassin, continued to parry the manâs punches.
Even so, the manâs flurry of attacks was overwhelming.
Dahachie couldnât organize his offense and was gradually pushed back, retreating⦠yet, he smirked creepily.
ââ¦â¦!â
Sensing an unknown danger, the man momentarily leapt back.
And at that moment, as he reassumed his stance toward Dahachie⦠blood dripped from a cut on his right arm that had appeared at some point.
âHa ha ha! Oh, that was close! I was hoping to take at least one of your arms! But it seems your reputation as a âlegendâ isnât unfounded!â
Convinced that his power could reach the man, Dahachie laughed heartily.
âHowever, unfortunately for you, your style of diving into the opponentâs range with just your body is a very bad match for me! My âunique ability,â ãInvisible Slashã, that cuts through everything unnoticed by anyone, is incompatible with it!â
â!â
Before Dahachie had finished speaking, the man leaped back further. The ground where he had been standing was slashed by something invisible, leaving deep scars. âHahahahaha! Can our revered god see this? I am strong! Such a man is hardly worth my concern! How about reconsidering the matter of the guide now!? Hahahahaha!!â Dahachie laughed uproariously, waving his arms as if conducting. Each time, the ground around the man was sliced, and the trees behind him were split in two. The man continued to dodge the ãInvisible Slashã, intuitively⦠in reality, he was unconsciously determining the location of the attacks from Dahachieâs posture and gaze.
ââ¦I canât get close.â For the first time, sweat appeared on the manâs forehead. It was a bad match. Indeed, as Dahachie said, the manâs prowess in close combat was overwhelmingly superior. However, he was prevented from getting close by the ãInvisible Slashã. Additionally, his beloved disciple was being held hostage. This was causing the man to panic. He had given a warning, but his opponent was an irrational cult. It was unpredictable when they might go on a rampage.
â¦To be honest, if you ask whether Emi and this man were truly able to communicate through just looks, the answer is no. So far, it had just happened to work out somewhat well by chance. Since both were taciturn and not bothered by minor things, even if there were misunderstandings in their thoughts, it didnât bother them. This time was no different. The man hadnât thought for a second that Emi should escape the hostage situation by herself. He had merely glanced at his beloved disciple out of concern.
That was all it was.
However, Emi didnât take the manâs gaze that way.
She convinced herself that it was a challenge, a reprimand, and proof of trust.
â¦â¦â¦â¦Emiâs challenge to the task given by her master, which he himself didnât remember assigning, beginsâ¦â¦!
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While being shown the battle between the masters, I am still restrained by old man number two.
A sharp knife is still pressed against my neck.
Indeed, thatâs a tough question, Extra-sama.
But, itâs a task that Master believes I can overcome!
Surely thereâs a way to solve thisâ¦â¦!
âHey, kidâ¦â¦donât move. Donât think about doing anything unnecessary.â
ââ¦â¦â¦..â
Just a slight movement from me, and old man number two tightens the grip on the arm heâs twisting and presses the knife even harder against my neck.
My skin, strengthened by ãBody Strengtheningã, wouldnât normally be cut by a mere knife, but being pressed this strongly and continuouslyâ¦â¦I might soon have a bruise at least.
Now, what to do? What is the best course of action?
Should I focus more and increase the accuracy of ãBody Strengtheningã so the knife canât cut through my neckâ¦â¦?
Then, should I activate ãGrasshopperã and leap away in an instant?
Or use ãMantisã to slice off old man number twoâs arm and escape?
â¦â¦No good.
Both require preparatory movements.
Old man number two, who tightens his hold at the slightest movement, would crush me before I could activate them.
ãMagic Strikeã⦠is the same.
ãSilverfishã⦠isnât a technique useful in this situation.
Even ãIntimidationã⦠what good would it do? Old man number two wouldnât be phased by the ãIntimidationã of such a young girl.
Think, thinkâ¦â¦think of something I can do!
Luckily, old man number two has been ordered by that bald cult leader to keep me restrained.
Itâs an order from his superior.
He wouldnât harm me against that order.
That means, I still have time!
â¦â¦Right?
ââ¦â¦Ha, haâ¦â¦! Cult Leaderâ¦â¦isnât it time yetâ¦â¦hurry, I want to cut off her headâ¦â¦and offer her soul to the glorious godâ¦â¦!â
Oh, crapã¼ã¼ã¼ã¼!
Old man number two is breathing heavier than before, and if you listen closely, heâs mumbling something really dangerous!?
His desire to kill is starting to show outright!?
Think, think, think, think, thinkâ¦â¦!!
Think about what I can do!
Seize it with my own power!
My life, my future!
What have I been doing these past six months?
What have I learned!!
Extra-sama screams.
Donât say such things, Extra-sama!
This is a challenge from Master!
Itâs the expectation that Master has for me!?
I absolutely canât betray that!!
I just canât!
Just sitting here quietly watching Masterâs battle!
I will fight too!!
âHaâ¦! Hey, kid, I told you not to move! Iâm losing my patienceâ¦!â
Ughâ¦!
The restraint from old man number two gets even stronger.
I canât move.
I canât do anything.
If this continues, all I can really do is watch Masterâs battleâ¦
â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦
Ah.
I see.
In front of me, Master and the bald man continue their battle.
Master is hindered by the ãInvisible Slashã, unable to get close to the bald man.
He narrowly avoids the bald manâs attacks, moving as if dancing.
Under different circumstances, I would want to watch it more closely.
Masterâs movements, every single one, are refined and beautiful.
Not just his physical movements.
The manipulation of magic, which is usually invisible, is precise and efficient in Masterâs case, and itâs wonderful.
The clue to solving this situation.
It was indeed in the battle unfolding before my eyes.
However, what should be noted is not just Masterâs splendid martial arts.
The clue to the solution.
It was literally a âthreadâ.