The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 12 : Reversal of Heaven (1)

The match began.

Clang!

We clashed for the first time.

Clang!

We clashed for the second time.

Clang!

After the third clash, the hand holding the wooden sword burst open. I almost dropped the wooden sword.

I haven't lived for a long time, but as someone who has experienced a second life, I believe that in this world we live in, there exists a certain fixed, inherent value.

Predator and prey.

Ruler and ruled.

An absolute value determined from the moment of birth.

Before my regression, I tried to overcome it somehow, but in the end, I realized it miserably, and now I was facing the same feeling.

"Blood!"

The opponent was laughing at me. To be precise, he was laughing at the blood flowing from my hand. He seemed a bit mentally unstable, but that wasn't important in this situation.

Perhaps his threshold couldn't keep up with his mind, which is why he was reacting like that.

I had seen a similar sight in my junior sister before, so I was almost certain.

"But it's boring. I was told it would be a fun experience if I followed, but you're no fun either."

A state where only instinct remains.

It was no exaggeration to say that his mind couldn't keep up with his physical enlightenment.

I knew what to call such a being.

A monster.

An otherworldly being that cannot be defined by human standards like prodigy or genius.

Yes, a being like the Heavenly Demon or the Blood Demon up there.

And now that I was facing it directly, I couldn't help but naturally understand why the Blood Demon had proposed the winner-stays-on system. The Blood Demon was absolutely confident that he would not lose.

An old man more cunning than a fox.

This was only the seventh match, but I couldn't feel any physical exhaustion from that guy.

"Kiki. Can you make me have fun?"

The way he tilted his head with innocent eyes while looking at me looked cute at first glance, but the desire in those eyes was hotter than anything else.

What was in front of me was a monster itself.

"I'm coming?"

"Don't come."

"I'm coming!"

Why does he only say what he wants to say?

Pang!

The guy kicks off the ground and throws his body. An acceleration produced solely by physical strength, without using any internal energy!

Fast.

Isn't that level a foul?

I drew up all the internal energy in my dantian. The half-cycle of internal energy I had accumulated from the spiritual pill I ate at the Little Demon Academy and the Demonic True Heart Method was drawn out in an instant.

Feeling the full power of my body, I swung my wooden sword at him.

Clang!

I barely blocked it. I can't believe the simple power emanating from that small body is this much.

"You reacted to this? You're a bit fun?"

"I'm not a fun person."

"No! You're fun!"

This time too, he only says what he wants to say and comes running.

Crack!

On the fifth clash, the wooden sword broke. The good thing is that his wooden sword also broke.

Usually, when faced with such a situation, one would be flustered, but he immediately put the broken piece of the wooden sword in his mouth and turned his head to me.

What's with the application!

I blocked his attack by crossing the half-broken wooden sword I was holding in my hand with the piece of the wooden sword that had flown into the air in my other hand.

Scratch, scratch, scratch!

The sharp part he was holding in his mouth got stuck between my crossed swords and barely stopped. Then he immediately took the wooden sword out of his mouth, put his hands on the ground, and tried to wrap his legs around my neck.

I dodged the flying legs by bending my waist, then extended my foot and kicked his hand that was on the ground to break his balance. And I tried to push him away with my shoulder.

But even as his balance was breaking, he threw his foot at me, and I had no choice but to block it with my arm.

The good thing is that I achieved my initial goal.

Having put a decent distance between us, I gasped for breath and tried to recover my stamina as much as possible.

'W-wait a minute!'

I had moved more violently than ever since my regression.

In my second, honey-sucking, regressed life, such violent movements were definitely not planned.

If I didn't have the knowledge and experience from before my regression, I would have just lost in the previous fight.

No! Thinking about it now, just losing is more advantageous, isn't it?

Alright! On the next attack, I'll just get hit somewhere and get a ring-out loss.

The result would be the Heavenly Demon Cult's defeat, but since it's close to impossible to beat a monster like that in the first place, everyone will understand.

If they're so upset, they can fight him themselves!

If we had my junior sister on our side, it would be a fight so interesting that my eyeballs would pop out, but unfortunately, I was not my junior sister.

"You're a little fun?"

He smiles at me.

I smiled back.

"I told you I'm not fun."

I hope this reaches you!

"You're fun!"

It didn't reach.

I can tell you're the next star of the Blood Cult.

I don't know who you are, but it was fun while it lasted, and let's never meet again.

"Then, can you block this too?"

At that moment, I saw something like a heat haze emanating from his body. Until now, he had fought with only pure physical strength, but it seemed he was finally going to use internal energy.

He, like an animal, not a person, put his hands and feet on the ground and crouched down, similar to a tiger before it leaps.

"Grrrr!"

What's with the description!

The stones of the tournament stage where his hands and feet were planted were cracking.

The result of pure physical strength combined with internal energy.

Is he really eight years old? Could it be that he's on his 10th life? As someone on my 2nd life, I can say with certainty that that was absolutely impossible with just a 2nd life.

'Damn it! He's coming!'

I drew up all my internal energy and only thought about how to get hit without it hurting too much and get a ring-out loss.

'With that much power, I have to be prepared for one or two broken bones!'

"Hehehe. Soma, stop for a moment."

It was then that I heard that characteristic, unlucky laugh.

At this, he relaxes his posture and stands still. A suddenly stopped tournament. I turned my head towards the person who had caused this situation.

The Blood Demon had stood up from his seat and was clapping.

Clap, clap, clap!

"This is amazing! This is the first child, including our own, to have endured Soma's attacks this much."

Of course. If I were on my first life, I would have been knocked out just now. At that time, I hadn't fully absorbed the Little Demon Academy's spiritual pill, nor had I learned the Demonic True Heart Method to the 10th star.

A sense of unease began to creep up again.

Because the Blood Demon only acted up when he had something up his sleeve.

Unlucky old geezer.

What is our Heavenly Demon doing?

Shouldn't you be on my side at this point!

"But it's a bit disappointing to watch it like this. Don't you feel that this final match is a bit loose?"

Bullshit! I feel like I'm dying right now.

From the continuous impacts, all the organs in my body had stiffened, my muscles were screaming from exhaustion, and my mental strength was at its bottom. I could guarantee that if I lay down right now, I could fall asleep in one second.

"So I'd like to make a suggestion, what do you think, Heavenly Demon?"

"What is it?"

"The wooden swords are broken, aren't they?"

"They are."

"How about we have the final match with real swords?"

Huh? What kind of bullshit is he talking about now?

Is that old Blood Demon bastard out of his mind?

A real sword tournament is where accidents happen even if you've learned martial arts properly, but to use real swords in a fight between children who have just started learning martial arts?

If you accept such a crazy suggestion, you're not human!

I looked at the Heavenly Demon with a glimmer of hope and all my heart. As if my ardent heart had gotten through, our eyes met for a very brief moment.

I hope this reaches you!

"Good. Let's do it with real swords."

Damn it! It didn't reach this time either.

I've decided. From today, he's not our Heavenly Demon, but your Heavenly Demon.

"Heh heh. As expected of you! You're so hot-blooded!"

As the decision was made, the Sword Demon came to me and pressed a sword into my hand. He said he was specially giving me his beloved sword. Tears blurred my vision. Should I just lie down on the floor and cry?

Ah, I'm really going crazy! The Blood Demon is like that because he's always been like that, but I just can't understand why the Heavenly Demon keeps listening to the Blood Demon's intentions.

Before my regression, he ignored whatever the Blood Demon did, so why is he like this now!

The Sword Demon, who was going down from the tournament stage, sent me a telepathic message. I listened carefully, wondering if it was a message from the Heavenly Demon.

-It's about time you revealed your true skills. The hiding of your strength ends here.

For reference, I had just revealed all my true skills. There was nothing more to squeeze out.

They also gave a sword to the guy on the Blood Cult's side.

Not him, Soma, he said. Soma swings the sword around in the air.

"Uheheh!"

The amount of saliva flowing from the corner of Soma's mouth, who had a laugh similar to the Blood Demon's, increased.

He looked at me and said.

"Can I kill you?"

Is he crazy?

* * *

What is the Heavenly Demon's intention?

Why is he pretending to be led by the Blood Demon's intentions?

What on earth does he want to confirm!

By now, the military strength of both the Heavenly Demon Cult and the Blood Cult should have been fully confirmed!

"The old man up there said."

In the midst of the unresolved questions, Soma was approaching me, dragging a sword larger than himself.

At a glance, it was a posture that had never learned a sword art. No! It was clear that this was the first time he had ever held a real sword. But for some reason, it looked natural.

"He said he would show me something fun if I followed him."

"That's a scam. I guarantee it, that old man is a scammer. He lied to you to use you!"

I expressed the truth as much as possible.

"No! This moment is the most fun in my entire life!"

"Haha! I'm having the least fun."

"Then I'll make you have fun too!"

"Do you have to?"

"I have to!"

What a kind Soma.

Since communication was not working, I raised my sword and took the stance of the Demonic True Sword Art.

Soma imitates it. He raises the sword with both hands. And then he kicks off the ground.

Soma, who had been showing animal-like movements until now, was displaying human movements from the moment he held the sword.

The first step he took was awkward. The second step was also awkward. But from the third step, he was running properly. And he lowered his running posture by bending his waist and widened his stride. His speed got faster and faster. I performed the 1st technique of the Demonic True Sword Art, White Egret Piercing the Reeds.

Clang!

The sword Soma swung randomly and the technique that had been polished for hundreds of years clashed in the air. The strange thing was that there was not much difference in the power imbued in each other's swords.

An even exchange.

From that clash, I was sure that Soma had not learned swordsmanship.

Soma was somehow producing a power that matched the power of the technique with his physical ability and overwhelming talent, but no matter how otherworldly he was, he was still a child.

He would not be able to surpass this technique, the crystal created by countless humans over hundreds of years.

The moment I found the only loophole in the absolute being that was not yet complete, I had no intention of dragging out the time.

I wouldn't mind if it were a wooden sword, but I had no intention of risking my life with a real sword.

'I'll win for now.'

Just by winning this tournament, I wouldn't become the Young Lord.

It might be a bit of a difficult situation with the attention focused on me, but I knew from countless experiences before my regression that such things would naturally disappear over time.

'I'll end it in one blow.'

There was no need to drag out the time and give a variable.

I instinctively felt a strong feeling that this was the only moment I could beat Soma.

After today, I will never be able to beat Soma for the rest of my life.

This gap that I am currently ahead of Soma due to the technique will be filled in an instant as time passes.

Unlike me, Soma will soar up there.

And I, watching that, will be chewing on the fact that I once beat such a great person as a side dish with my drink.

And that was enough for me.

The greatest attack I could perform at present was the 10th technique of the Demonic True Sword Art, One Stroke Calligraphy.

Soma is looking at me with a bewildered expression at his attack being blocked. He must be flustered.

A child with that much talent. It's probably the first time he's been pushed back in a fight among his peers.

As I readjusted my grip on the sword, Soma comes running.

Soma's movements were different from before. The movement of approaching in a zigzag pattern was like performing footwork.

It's not even surprising anymore.

Every moment, he develops at a speed that surpasses imagination. I couldn't get used to it when I saw the Sword Demoness and the Mad Demon, but Soma was beyond that.

In the meantime, he has already taken the stance of footwork. He gains speed. Weight is put on each step. Swish! Soma flew through the air. And the strike of extending his sword was exactly like my strike before.

'H-how!'

He had imitated the 1st technique of the Demonic True Sword Art, White Egret Piercing the Reeds, after seeing it only once. I was momentarily flustered and missed the opportunity to perform the 10th technique of the Demonic True Sword Art.

'It's already too late!'

I had no choice but to offset Soma's sword with the same 1st technique of the Demonic True Sword Art, White Egret Piercing the Reeds.

"Uhat! This is fun!"

Soma, who had let out a laugh, readjusted his grip on the sword and came running.

Slice!

A one-beat-faster sword strike grazed my cheek. Blood flowed from the cut cheek and entered my mouth. I felt a bitter taste and smell. I wiped the blood from my cheek with my hand.

At the same time, a drop of sweat that had dripped from my forehead fell onto the tournament stage.

What Soma had just performed was similar to the 2nd technique of the Demonic True Sword Art, Demonic Wind Horse Path.

He had implemented the 2nd technique himself after seeing the 1st technique.

The gap has narrowed.

(End of Chapter)