CH 148

Jack the Ripper

Translated by NotBlueYet

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I was flying through the air with my flight magic, looking for the regressionists, when I saw them enter the old High School building.

We got off at the crossing corridor that connects the new school building and the old school building.

Then I ran into Miss Katherina and Shallot.

Shallot, Miss Katherina!”

As soon as I landed, I ran over to the girls to check on their condition.

It seems that there are no serious injuries, which is a relief.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Mr. Owen.”

Katherina-sensei breathed a sigh of relief.

But… Natalie was taken away and….

Katherina-sensei wrinkled her brow at my statement.

“We’ve been following Natalie, too.”

When you say you’ve been following me, do you mean… you know where Natalie is?”

“On the way here, I met and spoke with Master Julien, and he told me that the group that attacked Natalie is probably in the art room.”

I see. Julian wouldn’t give out any bad information.

“You can assume it’s highly credible information.”

“All right, let’s head out.”

He stood in front of Katherina-sensei and Shallot and entered the old school building  and at that moment… he got horrible goosebumps.

Following his instincts, he kicked the ground and dashed backwards.

Then, right after, a sword flash left an afterimage in front of his eyes.

“That’s a good response.”

If his decision had been delayed even for a moment, he would have been cut down.

My heart is beating fast, and I look at the person holding the sword.

“I’m called… “Jack the Slayer.””

He was an antagonist at the Middle School’s Four Great Festivals.

Owen was able to manage that situation because Chris-sensei was there, but I was completely helpless at that time.

Such bitter memories came back to him.

A freakish manslayer who was said to be close to a three-star in terms of pure combat power.

Even though he has become a ship’s arm after being killed by Dr. Chris, he’s still an enemy you can’t let your guard down.

‘So this is when I couldn’t eat you last time, I know, I know, you’re the best now!

Jack had a glowing expression on his face and looked at me lickety-split.

A tangled gaze sends a shiver down my spine.

And the next thing you know.

I’m your partner.

A gust of wind danced right behind me, and Berg was slashing at Jack.

Berg’s sword vine and Jack’s sword intersect and sparks fly.

Would you mind not interrupting our emotional reunion?”

“You, on the other hand, stay out of my friend’s way.”

After a brief exchange, the two engage in a breathless sword fight.

The battle heats up, with neither side willing to give an inch.

“Owen, go! You’re the one who can help Natalie!”

Berg shouts as he fights off Jack’s attack.

Oh, okay!”

I shook my head.

I’m convinced that Berg will take Jack down.

So I’m not worried at all about leaving him here.

I’ll join you.

Although Shallot says so, it’s clear that she can’t get between the two of them.

I can handle this place on my own! Just go.

Berg shouts, and once he does, he gets away from Jack.

The sword fights cease, and Berg and Jack glare at each other.

“Win, Berg.”

At my words, Berg flashed his white teeth at me.

“Of course.”

he nodded.

“No, come play with me here!”

Jack didn’t take his gaze off Berg, but he sent him a killing shot.

But I can stand Jack’s murderous spirit, not me who used to shrink back..

“I’m not good enough for you?”

The moment Berg asked that, steam was generated from his body.

Berg is now generating heat in his body through high-speed magic manipulation.

Jack shivers with pleasure at the sight of Berg’s body.

‘Oh good, you’re good too, you’re the best, you’re that accomplished at your age, we could kill each other to the fullest.”

They both start moving at the same time.

Berg slashed at Jack with even more speed than before.

Owen and the others left with the fight behind them.

They then entered the old school building via a different route, taking a slight detour.

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Win, one word from Owen sticks in Berg’s mind.

In the end, Berg couldn’t beat Owen.

If you include the two defeats at the Four Great Festivals, as well as the martial arts tournaments and mock battles, how many times have you lost?

There was frustration.

With that as a springboard, I’ve been working hard until today.

Berg set his eyes squarely on the ground and sharpened his awareness.

Despite being a ship’s arm, Jack shows off his swordsmanship, which is on par with Berg’s.

The killing intent that radiated from him was stinging and made Berg’s skin crawl.

However, a true strong man does not scatter his killing energy for no reason.

Berg approached Jack, his body strengthening as naturally as breathing.

The sword flashes dance violently as the sword collides with the sword.

It’s so fast that berg can’t follow it just by sight.

Even with physical enhancements, there is a limit to human dynamic vision.

So, anticipate your opponent’s next move.

Berg’s sword grazed Jack’s cheek, and he smiled.

“Ah, that feels good, hey, don’t you think?”

Jack asked Berg to agree with him.

“I wouldn’t know.”

Jack is delighted with pleasure, but his fighting style is very sophisticated.

In the first place, it is insane to handle a long sword with a ship’s arm.

The fact that he can handle a two-handed sword with one hand must be due to his physical enhancements.

However, even though it was a physical enhancement, it was merely a supplement to his technique, and he would normally be swept up in the sword.

Handling a sword with dexterity with a ship’s arm is now the realm of an expert.

‘More, more fascinate me, make me feel better!”

The small space of the hallway should be a disadvantage for Jack, but he still shows an even fight.

The battle heats up, with neither side willing to give an inch.

Jack’s swing was right in front of him, and Berg’s body slumped forward, sliding across the floor.

Then, Berg turns around and swings his sword – and there’s a click, the sound of simultaneous metal clashing.

Twice, three times, sword and sword, sparks scattered and collided.

Belk leans forward in his stance, gaining momentum and adding another flash.

But the flash did not reach Jack.

Jack steps back once, thinks he’s regained his stance, and dives diagonally, running down the wall in an acrobatic move, slashing at Berg.

Berg half turned his body towards where Jack was and caught the sword with his sword.

The two crossed, a moment later, looking back.

Sweat gushes from Berg’s forehead, as if to tell the story of an intense battle.

“Aah, this is what I’ve always wanted to do.”

Out of breath, Jack beamed with glee.

Berg, on the other hand, stared at Jack in silence.

“It’s hard to be silent, let’s enjoy the moment more, there’s pleasure in fighting for your life, don’t you think?”

It’s a difference in values.

“Not really, I’ve crossed swords and killed each other, I know you have a beastly heart inside you, you just don’t know how to let it out, you don’t have to hold back, let’s let it go.”

“I’m not so easy to understand after just a few strikes.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed at Berg’s statement, and he set the blade on his hip.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, we’ll kill each other until we do!

Berg pays close attention to Jack’s every move: his breathing, the faint sound of his clothes rubbing, the movement of his gaze.

Berg felt Jack’s arm slacken and drop, ready to make his next move.

It’s coming, and just as I felt it, Jack was making his move.

“Crescent Moon.”

A flash to the side, the trajectory the sword went through was reminiscent of a crescent moon.

It was a lean, refined movement, with beautiful curves.

For Berg, however, it was an unexpected blow.

Berg dodges the precise trajectory of the sword aimed at his neck with a slight movement.

Even Jack would not normally commit the folly of swinging a sword at close range.

With the certainty that he would be able to kill him, Jack swung his sword.

In fact, if he had reacted with his eyes, Berg’s throat would have been slashed.

From Jack’s initial reaction, he was able to read the trajectory of the sword and avoid Berg.

Berg can’t use fancy tricks or magic like Owen, Natalie, or Julian and the others.

With just one sword technique in his body, he has been able to compete with the strongest.

The sword passes right under my nose.

He simply observed himself, refined himself, and arrived at this sword.

Berg gently regrips the hilt in his right hand.

The sword has a long reach, so once you swing it, your next move is delayed.

That moment was enough of an opening for Berg to go on the offensive.

Berg concentrated all his nerves and moved his magic power fast inside his body.

The view is clear, the target is a single point, the enemy’s head.

Move the center of gravity from the left foot to the right foot in a lean, natural motion.

He leaned his body forward, put all his strength into his right leg, and instantly created explosive speed.

A moment later, the floor, which could not withstand the load he put on it, cracks.

Berg took a step with his left foot and simultaneously swung his sword.

There was no special technique name.

It’s not a flashy blow.

I just assessed my range of motion, observed my opponent’s movements, and swung my sword.

It’s just that one blow.

But the thought that goes into it is….  For the sword to reach Jack.

On a night with a full moon, blood splashes dance in the air.

Berg cut off Jack’s head.

The end of Jack the Manslayer, who made a name for himself as a vicious criminal, was so staggeringly… quiet.