The Land of the Rising Sun Transfers to Another World

Chapter 70: The Fateful Night, Part 2

I was going through my late grandfather's tools when I stumbled upon a broken guntō (Imperial Japanese military sword)... I have no way of knowing what happened to it.

- ワイアード

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Royal Castle Grand Corridor

The usually quiet grand corridor, illuminated by the light of the moon and candelabras, was filled tonight with the clashing of metal against metal and the roars of men.

"Daaaah!"

"Agh! Bastard!"

While pursuing Agardo, who had left the audience chamber, General Sumief was delayed by Skiers who appeared along the way. Two Skiers lay defeated, cut down by Sumief, their bodies sprawled on the floor of the grand corridor.

"Hah... Hah... Only you three remain!"

Though Sumief was mostly unscathed, he was already at his physical limit. Before him stood three Skiers, including the executive Riccolo, all wielding scythe-like swords as they gradually closed in.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Just a shallow cut on the arm! Damn it! That old fart is tougher than I thought!"

"He didn't earn the title of general for nothing."

Riccolo and his companions were growing increasingly frustrated at their inability to take down Sumief. Though their wounds weren't severe, they bore multiple cuts across their bodies, likely the result of several blows exchanged with him.

"Hmph! An opponent of this level... is nothing to me!"

Even so, fatigue was starting to show on Sumief, who had held his ground alone until now. Noticing this, Riccolo prepared to deliver the finishing blow.

"Listen up. He's on his last legs. We'll attack him simultaneously from three directions one more time. Cut his tendons, and it's over."

"Got it."

"Damn that old man for mocking us like this..."

The three men moved slowly, positioning themselves to surround Sumief.

"Shit...!"

It was impossible to predict who would strike first. Suddenly, one of the Skiers behind him raised his scythe-like sword and charged.

"Hyaaah!"

Clang!

"Hngg!"

Sumief barely turned in time to block the attack, but another enemy slid in from a different direction, slashing upward with their weapon.

"Guhah!"

Trying to dodge by rolling, he still took a cut near his ankle. Unable to regain his footing, he tumbled to the ground.

"Urgh!"

He couldn't stand. Dragging himself to the wall, he propped himself up and readied his sword. The Skiers, certain of their victory, slowly approached.

"Heh, heh, heh... it's all over now."

"Running will only make it worse, don't you see?"

"Just give up and die already!"

Sumief's sword, which he had been holding tightly, was easily knocked away. He was left defenseless, unable to resist any further. Resignation began to creep into his heart as he quietly closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable moment.