Chapter 211

< Evade the Hero and Flee! 211 #24. Why Does it Have To Be Me? (8) >

I started off as a subst.i.tute to fill the void left by an instructor who had pa.s.sed away. After discovering how much of a dream job it was, though, I freaked out like a moron and put in extra hard work to eventually make the position mine.

However, there was a first time for everyone.

Now, look closely.

I was a newbie instructor and still not very adept at teaching others.

See? Look! Look!

My sword drew flashy arcs in the air. The training scarecrow was cleanly sliced apart. Feeling satisfied by the result, I loudly declared to the spectating trainees. This is swordsmans.h.i.+p!

Whoa~

Wow

Clap, clap, clap!

The number of trainees applauding and cheering on was only two. I thought weaklings were unnecessary, so I went a bit overboard with kicking them out. But when I regained my wits, only two trainees were left. Even worse

Wow. So. Freaking. Brilliant. Instructor.

Yes, sir.

One of the two had such a poor att.i.tude that he deliberately accentuated every word he spoke. However, his skills were pretty good, so I hadnt punished him for his conduct yet.

Now, its your turn, said I.

Sorry?

What the h.e.l.l?

Why did you two become my disciples? Wasnt it to become exemplary members of our organisation? Learning swordsmans.h.i.+p is a given if you wish to work for this organisation.

The two trainees clamped their mouths shut and glanced at each other.

And how do we learn that?

The one who said that was the trainee with a poor att.i.tude. He raised the white flag first during their fierce staring contest.

Mm Thats obviously I used the sword in my hand to draw a straight line in the air. My master, often referred to as the worlds greatest swordsman, had complimented my swordsmans.h.i.+p as at least perfect in terms of framework. And now, it was about to be unleashed once more. Watch and learn.

Watch you and learn? That?

Sounds impossible to me, though?

The two trainees frowned and stared at my demonstration.

Huh? These are just some basic moves, you know? Its not that difficult to pull off Wait, could it be

Are you two morons?

Wow, how did you arrive at that conclusion, instructor?

No, sir. Im not a moron.

Mm These two had polar-opposite personalities, yet they were largely of the same opinion when dealing with me. How bizarre. Could this be the oft-talked-about power of comrades.h.i.+p or something? I mean, even if you disliked your comrade, they would eventually become your supporting pillar sooner or later, right?

So, what youre saying is, you cant follow this?

Well, comrades relying on each other for support is a good thing. The thing was, though! Not only my performance-related bonus pay but even my career was also hanging in the balance here! As such, I cannot afford to go easy on these two trainees, even if they unite to fight together!

Sir, its too complicated.

Yes, sir. Hes right.

This is complicated to you?

Whoosh, whoosh

I was simply slas.h.i.+ng down and sideways with my sword. Sometimes Id combine that and cut diagonally or draw a smooth circle. Basically, it was like drawing with a pen, except I was using a sword instead.

Maybe you two are morons, after all?

To think that they couldnt even do something this simple I thought only the useful trainees were left behind, but even these two turned out to be failures! Unfortunately, the s.h.i.+p had sailed already.

If I chase away these two because they were not up to my standards, Id end up as a useless instructor that couldnt even raise a single disciple. Ah, ah Was there really no easy job in this world? To think that I have to raise such morons to get my bonus pay from the organisation!

Theres no choice, then. I groaned deeply, then immediately resorted to a special measure my master from my previous life had devised.

According to my master, youd find far too many morons among the naturally-gifted ones that couldnt even understand the simplest of instructions. He said that all those morons could have exceeded him in terms of physique and every other conceivable category, but their dim wits let them down, and they couldnt even understand half of his swordsmans.h.i.+p.

I glared sharply at the two trainees. Raise your swords.

To train those morons, my master came up with this method.

If you cant understand it Then, I shall make your bodies understand it first.

And that was the repet.i.tive learning that included muscle memory training with a dash of pain on the side!

Uh?! H-hold on?!

The trainee who figured out my intention first stumbled back as his complexion went deathly pale. Unfortunately, it was too late by then.

As a special consideration, I shall use an edgeless sword.

Sheath

I sheathed my sword and took out a new one. It was made out of steel, but its blade was blunt. A certain triple-katana wielders master said that a swordsman that doesnt cut could cut down anything in their path, but I hadnt reached such a realm. If I showed off with a real sword, I might end up decreasing the number of my already-running-short disciples. So, I chose to deal with these two with a blunt weapon.

Now, come!

When I pulled out the blunt sword and a.s.sumed the stance, the two disciples stared at me in silence before glancing at each other. Were they thinking of attacking me together?

Well, I guess thats obvious since our skill levels werent the same. In that case, how much easier should I go on them? I better control my strength properly, or else these two frail disciples might die. After all, my master nearly sent me to heaven with Hiten Mix.x.xrugi-ryus Ryux.x.xsen back then, didnt he! Even though he was using the back of the sword! [1]

Ill go right.

Then, Im left.

The two exchanged meaningful glances, then declared the directions theyd take and nodded in agreement.

Still noobs, I guess. Since they said their plans out loud, now I knew how to respond. I knew it, a combined attack should only be performed after the trainees had received sufficient training first.

Just brief exchanges of glances and slight movements of muscles should be enough to figure out where your comrade was targeting and where they were thinking of moving. You also needed to know about your comrades techniques and habits to pull off a successful combined attack!

I shall teach you a proper way to attack together later, so for now, you Eh?

However, it seemed that these trainees were one step ahead of me.

Run!

Run, now!

Huh?!

The two trainees cried out at the same time and started running, but they Just as they had advertised, one began running to his right while the other ran to his left. Thats right, these two abandoned me and began running away! Even though I was in position waiting for them to come at me!

Escaping first as the operatives of the evil organisation?

Of course, knowing how to escape was a good thing. Obstinately refusing to run away even though the situation was clearly going down the drain was akin to committing suicide. Since ancient times, wasnt using your hidden sure-kill attack immediately when you can (and running away immediately when things dont look good) one of the important truths in life?

However, there were some problems with this right now.

You stinking b.a.s.t.a.r.ds

First of all, this was the evil organisation were talking about. And those two were trainees of this organisation. The evil organisation desired operatives that stayed loyal no matter what. Operatives who would unhesitantly kill themselves when ordered! Thats what the organisation wanted, not those idiots that ran away at the first sign of trouble!

When I catch you, Ill thoroughly wreck you. I gritted my teeth and decided to chase after the disciple with a poor att.i.tude first. It didnt matter how far they ran, theyd still be stuck inside the organisations borders. As for the other trainee, I should take my time beating his a.s.s up while making sure to unleash all my pent-up resentment.

The next day

The two idiots, now resembling half-dead sacks of meat, were revived with expensive healing potions. While doing so, I came to realise something important.

Most instructors trained, on average, one hundred trainees. But I only had two! What could this even mean? Of course, it meant the budget for training a hundred trainees could now be dumped on two!

And so, despite being a novice instructor, I managed to exploit the power of P2W that didnt involve my own money and raised these disciples as two of the finest operatives.

Although they were a little on the older side, they still graduated from being trainees in only one year. Which meant I had created two excellent operatives of the evil organisation!

As a result, I was left with too much time to kill and got a.s.signed to the worst-possible job posting called the imperial court. I encountered so many close brushes with death in that place! Meanwhile, my two idiotic disciples got fooled by something or someone somehow and left the organisation to become heroes instead.

The disciple with a poor att.i.tude went missing, and I hadnt heard a single peep about him since then. As for the other one The last I heard about him was that he had become the greatest hero in the world and the worst enemy of all the evil organisations out there. So

Why are you here?

Seriously now, why are you here?!

#7 Their circ.u.mstance: Miruas circ.u.mstance

Why are you here?

A man appeared before us without any of us noticing his presence. Weirdly, though, my instructor seemed to know who this man was. Of course, even I knew who he was. He was the demon king.

Sure, the instructor is a demon king, and I was also called that for a brief moment or two, but this man before my eyes was a totally different demon king than us. Why? Hes the Evil G.o.ds apostle meant to destroy this world, thats why!

Allow me to repeat myself. I was also rather surprised, instructor.

The demon king, he No, hang on. Since almost everyone here has the t.i.tle of the demon king, I guess calling the intruder the Evil G.o.ds apostle will be easier to differentiate us from him.

In any case! The Evil G.o.ds apostle stared at the instructor and shook his head while making a stiff face. Whedon and I often joked about how you are a devil, but I never imagined that youd actually become a demon king in the demon continent, instructor.

Right, right! Me too! When I first heard that the instructor had crossed over to the demon continent, I thought that move was just like him. But, even I never imagined that hed become a demon king.

And on top of that Who wouldve imagined that you possessed a fragment of Evil on you?

Say what? The instructor made a flabbergasted expression. What is that?

The Evil G.o.ds apostle c.o.c.ked his eyebrow in suspicion. Dont you know already?

No, I do not.

The instructor and the apostle stared into each others eyes.

I see. You are not lying, then. The apostle was the first to break off the staring contest.

As expected of my instructor! He didnt cower despite his opponent being the Evil G.o.ds apostle!

The instructor asked another question. Just what is this fragment thing that the Evil G.o.ds apostle deigned to seek me out?

The Evil was sealed away by the G.o.ds once. However, the G.o.ddess of Greed and l.u.s.t tried to release the seal, only for the G.o.ddess of Benevolence and Devotion to sacrifice everything of hers to stop it. She wasnt completely successful, however.

I got the feeling that a very important backstory was about to be explained to us. Backstories were important. My instructor used to warn us that those with too many things to say usually dont live long, you see!

Our opponent was the Evil G.o.ds apostle, a dangerous existence threatening the worlds survival. Such a being was yapping away all by itself? There could not be a better chance than this to prepare for our attack. Even the instructor was silently signalling with his eyes, telling us to quickly prepare for a sneak attack on the back of this intruders head!

The G.o.ddess of Benevolence and Devotion even had to give up on her divinity to seal the power of Evil, but her sacrifice wasnt enough. As such, the remaining G.o.ds used their divine powers to separate the much-weakened power of Evil into seven pieces.

This aint even Draxxn Ball, so what the The instructor grumbled loudly. His acting was so natural that even I was almost fooled. However, I still noticed it the sneaky movements of the metal bat, obviously! [2]

Those seven pieces, the fragments, were scattered all over the world. And I came to possess the Evil of Men, the strongest of the crystallised fragments, to become the Evil G.o.ds apostle, the one you talked about previously.

This man kindly explaining everything must have been my instructors first disciple. I mean, my instructors disciple was explaining things this nicely for everyones benefit?

Usually, disciples trained by our instructor would yap on nonstop like that if they find themselves in a disadvantageous position and want to buy some time. Or, to scam people! However, they would be spewing rubbish about how their actions were meant to save the world and stuff like that instead of droning on about the plot.

Whats that got to do with me? The instructor asked suspiciously.

Ive managed to gather all the fragments bar one. And instructor, youre the possessor of that last fragment.

How come?

I also do not know that.

I sneakily pulled out my hidden dagger and chanted a magic spell in my head. Even though I was busy preparing, I could understand the flow of the conversation somewhat. The fragment of Evil was with my instructor?

I guess the instructor still hasnt figured it out yet, but I knew what it was. It was none other than that metal bat! If its that demonic weapon, then I can wholeheartedly agree that the fragment of Evil definitely resided in that thing!

Yup, it had to be. The metal bat was the fragment of Evil, for sure!

Hmm. I dont need something like that The instructor rubbed his chin.

In that case, can you hand it over to me?

As Im a peace lover, I certainly can. As long as you swear to leave peacefully, that is.

Youll have to die to hand over the fragment, however.

The Evil G.o.ds apostle replied calmly, prompting the instructor to groan loudly. Thats unacceptable.

In that case, it cant be helped, then.

The two men glared at each other before muttering simultaneously.

My apologies, instructor.

Get lost.

At the instructors signal, I threw my dagger. Of course, the throw was done with magical power, while the weapon itself was imbued with a special magic spell. This dagger was a special magic tool designed for the sole purpose of throwing at a target. It absorbed magic power quite well, and thanks to the spell, it would explode as soon touching the target, too.

How amateurish.

However, the apostle oh-so easily flicked the dagger away with a simple wave of his hand. And the report about magical powers not working on him seemed to be true as the dagger didnt explode, either.

Be gone, you seed of abominable Evil G.o.d!

The thing was, though, I wasnt the only one in this chamber. Several demon kings, including Belegrea, were also present. The deflection of the dagger bought enough time for them to charge in at the apostle with their weapons drawn.

Youre all too weak.

Unfortunately, the Evil G.o.ds apostle was strong. He pulled out a greatsword and swung it at a blindingly-fast speed to fling away five demon kings. Some of them seemed to be gravely injured, too.

An opening!

However, that was a large, flashy attack. And the apostle was minding the other demon kings on top of that. Which meant I spotted a small opening! Although it wasnt enough to inflict a fatal wound, our enemy was a human, so making him bleed should help us in the long run.

While thinking that, I cut open a small wound in the enemys waist. But then!

Shudder.

Huh?

I instinctively used all my strength to back away from there in a hurry. Even though Ive definitely cut his flesh, something jet-black oozed out of the wound instead of blood. The quant.i.ty of the black ooze wasnt a lot, but even I could tell I shouldnt go anywhere near that unknown thing.

Not bad, said the apostle as our eyes met.

Our opponent was the instructors disciple. That look on his face probably indicated that hed not forget this and let me taste the full punishment later.

That sure sounded like an att.i.tude befitting the instructors disciple, but!

Didnt our instructor teach you this?

Our instructor? I see, you are my junior, then. The Evil G.o.ds apostle looked at me as if I amused him.

To think that hed not understand me, though! It seemed that this senior disciple hadnt learned properly from our instructor.

He mustve told you to focus during battles, though!

Our instructor was already standing right before the Evil G.o.ds apostle. He powerfully struck down with his metal bat. And so, the apostle should be falling down while screaming his head off Huh?

Instructor, that hurts a lot, but for you to use a stick rather than a sword That reminds me of some unpleasant memories.

W-what?

How?! The clearly-stunned instructor struck down with the metal bat once more.

The Evil G.o.ds apostle tried to dodge but couldnt escape from the instructors stunning display of swordsmans.h.i.+p using the metal bat.

The apostle frowned deeply after getting hit several times with the metal bat. Is this because you cant bring yourself to kill me, your former disciple? Or do you still see me as one of your trainees?

Huh? Huuuuh? Why isnt he in pain at all?!

Doesnt it hurt? The instructor must be fl.u.s.tered as well judging from his question.

Was this the true power of my senior? For some reason, he kinda looked amazing for a second, but

Lets stop messing around now, shall we?

The senior began unleas.h.i.+ng that black something in full to remind me that he was the Evil G.o.ds apostle, a being that should not be allowed to exist in this world.

[1]: Hiten Mix.x.xrugi-ryu and Ryux.x.xsen refer to the sword technique of Himura Kens.h.i.+n, the protagonist of the Rurouni Kens.h.i.+n series. The uncensored versions are Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu and Ryushosen.

[2]: Yes, thats a reference to Dragon Ball.