Arc 8, Chapter 4 - 'Warrior’s Instinct”

Arc 8, Chapter 4 - “Warrior’s Instinct”

――The “Giant Eye” Izmail, was a valiant warrior of the Cyclops Tribe and the hope of his clan.

In the center of his valiant face, a large blue eye fixed its gaze clearly on the future without hesitation. ――No, it had once fixed its gaze.

Now, Izmail’s single eye was as if a golden moon had emerged in an otherwise moonless night; the very manifestation of an evil omen.

Izmail: [――――]

In order to bring fame and prestige to his tribe, Izmail resolutely threw down the gauntlet in the battle for the Imperial Capital, and entered the battlefield as a rebel aiming to take the head of the Emperor Vincent Vollachia. True to his reputation, he quickly broke through the defenses of the regular army and reached the city walls.

However, that was as far as Izmail’s advance went.

The unleashed hellfire thoroughly burned down the “Giant Eye” Izmail, and all the warriors of the Cyclops Tribe who followed him. Despite surviving on the border between life and death, he ultimately lost his life by the pursuit of an emotionless assassin dagger.

Indeed, he had lost his life. ――That was what should have been.

Izmail: [――――]

His body, blown to shreds by artillery fire, certainly ought to have died.

Nevertheless, Izmail’s body, hideously burned and blown asunder, grew new limbs and rose, and while carrying his weapon, his battleaxe, on his shoulder, he walked through the Imperial Capital, ravaged by war as it was.

Moving his cold, lifeless body with nothing more than fervently surging emotions of abhorrence and hatred――.

Izmail: [――Where are you, you damned repulsive beast?]

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Todd: [Up until now, we’ve only faced small fries, and haven’t come across anyone on the level of a former “General”, but the opponent ahead of us will be more than a match for that. As such, he is quite troublesome.]

Subaru: [When you say “General”...]

Todd: [There may be exceptions who are evaluated for their military tactics and strategic acumen, but in most cases, it’s their own skill that counts. This guy is one of those... not comparable to a General First-Class, but he definitely has the potential to become a General Second-Class.]

Subaru: [――――]

Todd: [If we were to compare by simple ability, he could probably kill all of us by himself.]

With a nonchalant attitude, Todd wrapped up his hopeless report with their annihilation.

Thus pointing out how deadly the formidable zombie that awaited them was to the group, and that the dumb luck that had protected them until now had run out.

Katya: [B-but, you’re a cunning guy, you can figure something out, right? You’ve done so well so far, with the help of these kids.]

Katya said, her voice had risen while her eyes clung to Todd.

The kids she referred to were Subaru and Beatrice, who were magically crystallizing zombies, and Tanza, who was destroying enemies who might have slipped through.

Fortunately, Louis had not had to step in to protect Rem and the rest of the followers so far, and the two main attackers, together with Todd’s good judgment, had paved the way for the team’s success so far.

However――,

Todd: [When there is a certain level of parity in strength, brute force can be effective. However, when facing an opponent with a significant power gap, it becomes meaningless. No matter how hard the wind blows, it cannot bring down a castle.]

Katya: [Ugh...]

Flop: [So, you think it’s going to be tough going down this road, Soldier-kun?]

Todd: [Yes. ――I’d say that, but we can’t change our path so easily.]

He nodded halfway through Flop’s words, and then he shook his head. He then turned his head to the path they came from, the Crystal Palace.

Todd: [What’s more, that side has finished their battle. The water will be arriving soon.]

As Todd emotionlessly pointed out, a roar dominated the sky in the far distance.

As they looked in the same direction as him, they saw a huge humanoid figure that clashed with the Dragon near the Crystal Palace; both of its knees were destroyed and its crumpled body fell to the ground, breaking the castle’s perimeter.

Behind the dense plume of smoke, the white Dragon that defeated the colossal god unleashed a battle cry.

No creature, zombies included, would not be able to comprehend that the sound that echoed loudly was that of a battle cry, given that scene.

Todd: [If our earlier guess is correct...]

Subaru: [I don’t know if we can make it in time to go back the way we came and find another route.]

Beatrice: [I suppose.]

It was a conclusion that could drive them further and further into a corner, but as they put into words the course of events that they had no choice but to consider, Beatrice, who had joined hands with Subaru, also affirmed Subaru’s thought.

Todd pulled back his chin in response, and Tanza raised her hand modestly, “Well,” she said.

Tanza: [Then the situation is deadlocked, correct? We have a powerful enemy in front of us, but even if we went back, time would not allow it.]

Flop: [Ha ha, Miss Tanza, that is a very scary conclusion. It’s true that if we only consider the information we’ve been told then it does feel like a deadlock which is really uneasing, but I’m sure there are moves left that we can take!]

Tanza: [For example, what?]

Flop: [That’s not for me to know, though! I’m sure someone is here who might, right?]

In response to Flop’s statement, Tanza, who had had difficulty changing her emotions, furrowed her round eyebrows and turned her gaze.

In situations like this, it made Subaru happy and grateful that people thought of him when the topic of someone they could rely on came up. There was pressure too, but it also made him feel like he had to meet their expectations.

Furthermore――,

Rem: [Can you manage it somehow?]

Indeed, Tanza was not the only one who had high hopes for Subaru.

Subaru: [――――]

Rem, who was pushing the wheelchair holding Katya and clutching the handle to the point that her fingers had turned white, asked him this question with shaking pale blue eyes.

Compared to the total trust that Katya, who was just in front of her, had for Todd, it was something as fragile as a sandcastle or thin ice.

Even so, Subaru’s heart was excited.

Having been vigilant towards Todd, who was accompanying them, Subaru was able to pull his attention back to the task at hand and utilize his mind to its fullest.

Todd: [If we don’t decide quickly on whether to go or return, we won’t make it in time.]

While Subaru was brainstorming, Todd had added requirements as if to remind him.

If they went, all they needed was strength. If they were going back, all they needed was luck and time. ――If he assumed he would Return by Death, the latter might have a better chance of success.

Subaru: [No, I can’t say that for certain.]

If he kept repeating Return by Death and eliminated the wrong routes, they might eventually reach another way out by the shortest route, assuming that there was a goal.

If they could not make it in time by whatever route they took, they could not choose the latter option.

On the other hand, if the option to fight was chosen――,

Subaru: [Whether we can fight a strong enemy or not is...]

Among the group fleeing with Subaru, only Beatrice with Subaru, Louis, Tanza, and Todd could have been counted as having decent fighting strength, with Idra as a backup.

Of these, Subaru was like a bonus for Beatrice, and wanted to entrust Idra with escorting non-combatants such as Rem and Katya, Flop and the fake Crown Princes.

In effect, there were four people who could serve as combatants―― Beatrice, Louis, Tanza, and Todd―― Magnificently, the only people he could trust were young girls, and he did not have the time to laugh it off.

That was what Subaru was just thinking.

Subaru: [――――]

Subaru looked up with his hand on his chin in contemplation and his gaze met with Todd’s, who happened to look in Subaru’s direction at the same moment.

At that instant, lightning flashed in Subaru’s head, and the electrifying feeling of it felt very reliable and bitter.

Izmail: [YOU――!!]

His raised morale from just before had vanished, and a chilly bloodlust dominated Izmail’s entire body.

The one seen by Izmail’s widened, black-stained, golden eye was a single orange-haired Imperial Soldier, lying flat on the floor of the destroyed house――.

――Undoubtedly, he was the sworn enemy who had brought about Izmail’s Death.

Izmail: [――RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!]

That instant, twisting his body in a burst of rage, Izmail’s battleaxe changed its trajectory.

It changed from a vertical axe strike which would have split the house right in half, to a slanted trajectory in an instant, and was about to strike down upon the prone Imperial Soldier――,

Izmail: [――Oh.]

Just before he could drive all of his might into his sworn enemy, the Imperial Soldier suddenly vanished from Izmail’s field of view, as the latter rode the motivation of his own war cry.

It was not something of this dimension, like moving at an intense speed.

Quite literally, he had vanished.

Izmail: [――――]

The next moment, Izmail’s thoughts were completely painted over by black and white.

The hatred that had burst out towards his sworn enemy had lost its destination, and his mind was dominated by the blankness caused by such a strange phenomenon. But, just before that moment, Izmail’s “Giant Eye” had perceived a discrepancy.

It had perceived a young girl of long, golden hair, clung to the leather belt of his prone sworn enemy’s detestable form.

Izmail: [――――]

The reason and intention was unclear; however, he did not think that information was irrelevant.

Even though the time of contact was short, there was no way that the Imperial Soldier would thoughtlessly carry unnecessary things; such was the negative trust that stole Izmail’s thoughts away.

Thereupon――,

Izmail: [――Gah!!?]

A piercing impact bore through Izmail’s left shoulder, and he released a cry of pain.

Within the house where the destruction had been interrupted, what pierced through the walls and struck Izmail, whether it was precisely aimed or just a lucky shot, was a stone fired at a high speed.

He thought his bones would break if struck by that, and in accordance with that belief, that force caused Izmail’s left shoulder to violently explode, and as a result, Izmail’s body would begin to scream―― But that did not come to pass.

Izmail’s body had lost the color of blood, and cracks had formed in several places on his skin. When the stone struck him, a terribly short sound rang out, and it shattered.

It was just as if Izmail himself was the same as the window glass of the destroyed houses.

Izmail: [――――]

For a moment, as his left arm shattered, Izmail’s thoughts came to a standstill.

However, while he was surprised, the absence of the expected pain prevented his thoughts from being shredded to pieces. Consequently, he was able to be at ease without overlooking the next change.

Izmail: [My arm...]

His arm, shattered at the shoulder and fallen to the floor of the inclined house, regenerated through inexplicable movements as if time was turning back; cracks were filled, shattered fragments returned, and it was restored.

In less than two seconds, it was as if the shattering had never even happened.

Izmail: [Hah――!!]

He promptly switched the battleaxe from his right hand to his freshly repaired left hand, and with the intention of ascertaining the feel of it, Izmail fired off an axe strike, this time blasting the half-destroyed house-cannonball.

Destroying the building constructed with a mix of stone and wood, Izmail bathed in the debris as he broke through to the outside―― Then, he reached out his right hand towards the approaching sense of hostility.

He caught a flying fist-sized stone head-on with his widely opened right hand.

If he did not avoid the impact, the bones in his right hand would obviously be painfully demolished. But Izmail’s body deviated from how a human body would be broken, and would break down like inorganic matter instead.

Then, it had been restored to its original state with higher regenerative ability than a human body’s ability to recover.

Izmail: [This is, this is the true nature of this body...!]

Unconsciously averting his attention from the unnatural situation in which he was placed, Izmail moved with a burning hatred.

Granted to him via an incomprehensible resurrection, this repulsive body distanced Izmail from the concepts of blood, pain, and even that which was indispensable to life, the very concept of Death.

In that case――,

Izmail: [――Hah.]

Exhaling, Izmail saw below him the sight he desired.

The man and young girl who had been resolutely attacking Izmail for some time now, the one standing right behind them was his cowardly sworn enemy who had vanished just before his attacks could reach him.

With an unknown technique, the moment he vanished from Izmail’s eye, he appeared behind those two, and the warriors joined forces with the coward.

At that moment, his admiration for the warriors from just before reversed, and transformed into a thick hatred.

Izmail: [All of you, pay for this mockery of war with your lives――!]

Kicking the fragments of the house that had been blown away, Izmail’s body flew like an arrow.

As his body headed straight towards the villains, the young girl decided that there was not enough time to get to the next house, and so she began throwing stones like the bearded man standing next to her.

However――,

Izmail: [――It’s no use, no use, IT’S NO USE!]

Without wielding his battleaxe to hit them away, the stones caught Izmail at high speed; however, neither could they stop Izmail’s actions, nor could they discourage his heart.

Even if a part was struck by a stone and shattered, it was instantly restored, and he suffered no damage.

With a new body that had relinquished the true feeling of life, Izmail tried to attain the true feeling of life from others by bathing in their blood, and so, towards the stiffened faces of his enemies――,

Izmail: [――――]

Trying to reach his hand out, he became aware of something.

The bearded man, the young girl in a kimono, the Imperial Soldier whom he had decided was his hated archenemy, none of their expressions had died.

The bearded man and girl appeared red, while his sworn enemy appeared blue once again; it happened at the moment he ascertained those colors.

――Izmail sensed the arrival of a presence behind him as he leapt toward his enemies.

Izmail: [――Hk.]

Izmail’s warrior instincts sounded an alarm, and he spun around in mid-air to look up at the presence.

With his “Giant Eye” opened wide, reflected in his golden eye was a person who had somehow managed to get behind him in an instant―― No, it was not just one person. There were three figures.

A young boy with black hair, and held in his arms was a young girl in a dress.

And, the young blonde girl, who should have just been by his sworn enemy, was clinging to the boy’s back.

All three were small; however, burning with bright red fighting spirits, they raised their hands.

???: [El――]

At the murmured incantation, Izmail’s warrior instincts immediately tried to react by kicking off the debris.

However, restraining those instincts, Izmail stretched his arm in order to swing his battleaxe. Without dodging the attack of his enemies, without stopping it, he would bask in it as he performed his counterattack.

An attack that would have been impossible with his former body, was now a possible slashing attack that could slaughter his enemies, and――,

???: [Minya――!!]

An amethyst glow was fired, and Izmail dared to catch it as it flew straight towards him.

He, who had planned to counterattack from there, had not even realized it.

――He had not realized that the hero of the Cyclops Tribe, the “Giant Eye” Izmail, would have never made such a foolish choice.