A Depressed Kendo Player Possesses a Bastard Aristocrat

Chapter 58.2: Sorrow and the Undead Knights (1) Part 2



Chapter 58.2: Sorrow and the Undead Knights (1) Part 2

Chapter 58.2: Sorrow and the Undead Knights (1) Part 2

The leaves, having lost their greenness, were stained crimson.

At the edge of the forest, where the maple leaves were fluttering in the wind, creating a red wave.

The leaves were swimming in the sea of trees, and rustling sounds filled the air softly.

And below that…...

-Clang! Crack!! Crash!

“Damn it…!”

The sounds of metal clashing against metal echoed.

I was stepping back, deflecting each of the sword attacks coming from all directions.

The Undead Knights pressed me harder as if to give me no chance to escape.

-Clang…! Crack!

“Gasp… Gasp…!”

It was killing me to swing my sword in this battered state.

All I could do was dodge amidst the countless silver lines drawn in the air.

“Ugh!”

As I parried a fierce attack, a series of follow-up attacks came pouring in.

Their attacks, flowing like water, were aimed at my neck.

This is why fighting multiple opponents is so difficult…!

I kicked one of the approaching knights and leaped backward.

-Clang, shhhwing!!

The arrows that occasionally flew in through the gaps were also quite annoying.

I had to take cover behind obstacles like trees and rocks to block the archers' paths and continue the fight.

“Sh… Shit…!”

My lungs were burning like a furnace.

All the muscles in my body were screaming in pain, and my side felt like someone was stabbing me with an awl.

I pulled myself together and raised my sword.

-Thud, thud…

The knights’ footsteps began to sound terrifyingly close.

Clutching my shoulder, which had been slashed in the previous attack, I cursed inwardly.

If I’m not careful, I might actually die here.

The situation was taking a turn for the worse.

It was a more manageable fight than I thought, but their numbers were the problem.

Thirteen of them.

Don’t those bastards have any guilt about ganging up on me?

“Ha… There’s no way out of this…”

As I was muttering to myself in frustration, a thought crossed my mind.

I think it’s time to pull out the cards I’ve been saving.

The cards I had hidden away.

I’d been putting off using them for various reasons.

I tried not to touch them as much as possible because of the risks each one carried, but…

“…I’m about to die.”

I had to survive this.

I decided to draw a spare card to break through this shitty situation.

There was no need for me to agonize over the choice.

It was obvious which card would be most helpful in this current battle.

“Ha… I don’t want to…”

I muttered and threw the shop-bought sword to the ground.

Clang!

It must have reached its limit, as it shattered into pieces as soon as it touched the ground.

I fixed my gaze on the enemies and reached out my hand into the air.

And from the subspace, I pulled out a sword.

-Clank…?

It revealed itself to the world with a strange sound.

I grabbed the trembling hilt.

A blue aura was already seeping out from between the scabbard.

-Thud…

The Undead Knights stopped in their tracks and stared at me.

Or, to be precise, at the blue dawn that was emanating from my fingertips and the blade of the sword.

-Shing…

I put strength into my arm and slowly drew Sorrow.

Its black flesh was gradually being revealed from its scabbard.

At the same time, a dazzling flash of light swirled around us.

-Whoosh…

The autumn wind that had been circling around us swirled at the call of the divine.

The dazzling aura writhed brilliantly, proclaiming its advent.

I took a breath in the midst of the swirling maple leaves.

“Hoo…”

Sorrow was now completely freed from the scabbard that had been restraining it.

This was the first time I had unsheathed it since I had obtained it.

-Kiiiiiik!!!

The divine object, which had poked its head out into the world, let out a ferocious roar toward the enemies.

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