Chapter 37: Learning Magic Slash Thread
The Reincarnated Extra
Learning Magic Slash Thread
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âHa ha ha ha! Are you just running away!? Is that the extent of your power!?â
The bald man continues to attack Master with the ãInvisible Slashã, now known as ãMagic Slash Threadã, while still laughing uproariously.
Master continues to dodge them with his extraordinary intuitive powers, but the sweat flowing down indicates that his physical strength is being drained. This situation is gradually turning against us.
âHa, ha⦠when will it be, when will it be, when will it be⦠the neck, the neck, I want to cut, want to cutâ¦!â
Old man number two, who is restraining me, is also on the verge of a murderous rampage, his desire to kill escalating.
It seems like, in his mind, killing me has already become the plan.
I thought Master had already said he wouldnât cooperate if I was killed.
Well, it doesnât matter.
Because I wonât be killed.
It wonât be my neck that falls.
Itâll be yours.
Whether I can or not isnât the question, Extra-sama. If I donât, Iâll die.
First off, I donât think itâs a hopeless endeavor.
Because, as Iâve seen with ãMagic Perceptionã, the flow of magical power or the method of manifesting power in ãMagic Slash Threadã is actually similar to ãMantisã.
Both techniques involve âcutting with magical power,â so it makes sense.
ãMantisã coats the hand blade with âcuttingâ magical power and cuts.
ãMagic Slash Threadã extends âcuttingâ magical power like a thread and cuts.
As long as I understand how to use âcuttingâ magical power, all thatâs left is to âextend the magical power like a threadâ and âmanipulate it freely.â
âHa, ha, haâ¦! Neck, neck, neckâ¦!!â
Since weâre seriously running out of time, I hasten to master it.
Extending the fingers of my right arm, which isnât twisted up, I gently wrap them in magical power.
Old man number two, on the verge of going berserk, is distracted.
He hasnât noticed.
And then, bit by bit, I extend the wrapped magical power thinner and longer, longer and thinnerâ¦
Here, the technique of ãIntimidationã I practiced somewhat off-topic comes in handy.
Extending magical power like a thread is similar to extremely directional release of magical power outside the bodyâ¦
â¦Ah, I did it.
Is this what they call adrenaline-fueled strength?
From the fingertips of my right hand, a âthreadâ of magical power dangles limply.
Well, itâs thicker than a rope, unlike the bald manâs ãMagic Slash Threadã!
The bald manâs ãMagic Slash Threadã is really thin like a thread, so that must be where his expertise shows.
Even if he is an enemy, Iâll give him respect for that.
Next.
I try to move the created âthreadâ around.
Itâs difficult.
And incredibly painful.
Trying to move it, my magical power is rapidly consumed.
My head feels like itâs splitting.
Cold sweat breaks out.
ââ¦Uh.â
I desperately swallow the groan about to escape.
â¦Has he noticed!?
âHa, haâ¦!â
Old man number two is still breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, torn between his own desire to kill and the cult leaderâs orders.
He hasnât noticed.
â¦â¦â¦â¦.
â¦Really, heâs quite composed, isnât he?
While Iâm desperately trying to survive.
What about you, old man number two?
What am I to you?
Just a life you can easily take?
Just a toy to satisfy your disgusting desires, huh?
Donât underestimate me.
Donât you dare underestimate me.
Youâre dealing with life and death right now.
Itâll cost you, that attitude.
I will survive.
Youâre the one who will die.
I pour all the murderous intent, malice, fighting spiritâ¦
All of it into my ãMagic Slash Threadã along with my magical power.
Move, move, move move move move move move move move move move move move move move!
Sweat trickles down.
My ãMagic Slash Threadã begins to tremble.
In front of me, Master is dancing.
The bald manâs ãMagic Slash Threadã attacks Master like a whip.
ââ¦!â
Masterâs arm is slashed again, and something red spills out.
The bald man is laughing.
Donât mess with me, donât mess with me, donât mess with me!
What are you doing to someone important to me!
I wonât forgive you, I wonât forgive you!
Neither the bald man nor old man number two, I wonât forgive either of you!
Iâll kill you!
I will kill you!
Iâll kill you!!
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill⦠Kill!!!
The next moment.
My ãMagic Slash Threadã, which until then could only tremble,
With a sudden surge, leapt up.
Silently.
Without any resistance.
Swiftly.
It passed through old man number twoâs neck.
âNeckâ¦cutâ¦!!?â
That whisper was old man number twoâs last words.
With a thud,
Old man number twoâs head falls and rolls on the ground.
His eyes are wide open, showing an expression of not understanding what happened.
The light quickly fades from his eyes.
Amidst the vigorously spurting blood.
I involuntarily fall to my knees.
The unfamiliar magic manipulation was performed, and it exhausted me more than expected.
But, well.
Itâs still ungraceful.
Training is necessary.
ãMagic Slash Threadã, hereby mastered.
â¦Next.
I lift my face. Glaring.
Youâre next, bald man.
Be prepared.