The brave Simmel wants to resign

The warrior's cross began to rotate.

Slowly walking towards Xia Youjie, Xinmeier switched to [Monk] mode halfway there, and with a casual wave of her hand, she healed all the damage she had suffered so far.

All injuries sustained so far have been reduced to zero.

Xia Youjie complained inwardly with a wry smile.

This... monster!

Chapter 49: Insertion of AIZO Fails

The most frustrating thing in the game is probably that after fighting the boss for half a day, you finally defeat him, but instead of ending the level, a cutscene starts playing.

Then in the next round, the boss revived with full health in the second phase.

At least, that's what Xia Youjie thought.

Looking at Simmel, who seemed to have never experienced combat, the modern-day master sorcerer felt a headache coming on.

"It seems that I have the advantage in close combat," Simmel said smugly.

Xia Youjie did not speak, but expressed his rebuttal through his actions.

Sink down, extend your left hand in front of you, and bring your right hand to your side.

Aikido

Xia Youjie is quite excellent in terms of pure physical skills.

He had learned jujitsu, aikido, and karate since he was young, and after mastering them, he possessed considerable close-combat abilities even as a summoner.

Simmel understood Xia You's meaning and stood still.

A two-second standoff.

Xia Youjie was the first to launch an attack.

His right foot slid out, skimming the ground, and he crouched low as he crawled in, his left hand reaching out and his fingers hooking around his wrist.

(Prepare your preparatory hand while performing the feint.)

The brain is working at high speed.

Step forward with your left foot, twist your waist and hips, and swing your right arm in from the outside in one smooth motion.

Just as his wrist was about to be grabbed, Simmel's wrist turned slightly, and the edge of his palm slid along the outside of Xia Youjie's forearm.

Snapped.

Even the slightest difference can lead to nothing.

It was clearly a game of wits, but because Simmel's actions were so simple, direct, and elegant, the scene became somewhat comical, like a teacher slapping away a mischievous child's hand.

Tsk!

As Xia Youjie smacked his lips, his arm swept horizontally like a stick, his palm slicing towards Simmel's neck.

Simmel took a half step back, letting the edge of her palm brush against the air, and raised her forearm horizontally between the two of them.

It was almost as if he had 'actively gone to meet her,' as Xia You's close-range jab, delivered with a wrist flick and pull back, was perfectly blocked.

The subsequent confrontations almost always repeated this scenario.

Xia Youjie continued to attack, but Xinmeier remained in the [Monk] state, using only actions like 'slapping' and 'pushing' to block Xia Youjie's attacks just before he reached his maximum speed.

Knowing there would be no result, Xia You still held on and launched a series of attacks.

Jab, palm strike, elbow strike.

Simmel remained unfazed, raising her hand to slap, block, and deflect.

The afterimages of both arms intertwined.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Each contact was brief and crisp, but Xia Youjie clearly failed to achieve the desired result even once.

Finally, as his breathing became erratic, he felt his body swaying.

My calf suddenly cramped, and then my vision started to rotate clockwise.

boom!

A sharp pain shot through the side of my head, and when my vision refocused, I could no longer see Simmel's arm, but the sky.

Kara....

The abandoned steel mill where the two fought was now severely damaged.

The corrugated iron roof was mostly blown off, the steel frame was crooked, and several beams were broken and hanging in mid-air. The ground was covered with deep cracks, and from Xia Youjie's perspective, he could even see a small cart inexplicably embedded in the side wall of the factory, with only its rear end showing.

He then realized that he had been tripped by Simmel's simple sweeping leg.

what.

so tired.

Exhausted, I looked up at the sky, feeling the coldness of the concrete floor, when suddenly a noise reached my ears.

[Xia Youjun, you've made it into the top ten in the national mock exams again! You're destined for greatness!]

[Jay, is this really your first time training? You look like you could be in an action movie! Join the team!]

Xia You... um, I like you! You look really cool when you're training hard.

If it's Jay, there's definitely no problem.

...........

Hey, Jay.

"Aren't you and I the strongest?"

—A boy named Xia Youjie was the top student in the neighboring family since birth, the so-called "other people's child".

Although his parents did not place high expectations on him, perhaps it was his nature, perhaps it was his environment, or perhaps it was his talent, but Xia Youjie spontaneously developed the idea of ​​protecting others.

That was arrogance, he understood.

But now, he can no longer shake off that arrogance.

Spells and monkeys...

(Perhaps I just can't accept the possibility of being mediocre and unproductive.)

Are there any other preparations?

At this moment, Simmel approached Xia Youjie.

"If this is the end of it, I'm going to beat you up and take you away."

Xia Youjie chuckled softly.

Feeling the blood surging through his body, he exhaled once again and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Simmel, have you considered your life as a sorcerer?"

The life of a sorcerer.

Comrades kept dying.

This is Riko's first time doing this.

Even if Xia Youjie and Gojo become stronger after the Riko incident in the sky—

Haibara Yu is doing this for the second time.

Even if they are the strongest, they are not omnipotent.

This explosion once again proves this point.

One by one, your companions will die.

Everyone will leave them.

In the end, everyone except Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, will die.

Gojo Satoru was destined to be alone.

To live as a sorcerer means this kind of future.

What do we gain from constantly meeting new companions and watching them die?

With a perpetually high mortality rate, mortals, completely unaware of the hardships faced by sorcerers, wage one ugly struggle after another in the real world, while sorcerers themselves become increasingly rare.

The Spellcasting Specialist doesn't even have a new year anymore.

Even if the higher-ups in the Spell of Annihilation are wiped out, nothing will change.

Xia Youjie woke up countless times in the middle of the night, then covered his mouth and ran to the toilet, vomiting violently while leaning against the toilet bowl, his mind replaying the images from his dreams.

As a sorcerer, I constantly teach and train new sorcerers, sending them to their deaths one after another.

Isn't five people enough for that person?

Gojo Satoru is always on his way to work overtime. For the sake of being a 'non-sorcerer', he may only have one or two hours of free time a day. From the time he graduated from junior college until he died, he was deprived of all freedom as a cog in the machine, all for the sake of those monkeys.

Nothing was gained.

And I am the same.

They might even die themselves, on the way to exterminate a cursed spirit or a curse master.

Xia Youjie is not afraid of death.

But whenever he sees Gojo Satoru and Shoko standing in the same spot in his dreams, and witnesses the expressions on their faces as they see his corpse, he can't help but feel nauseous.

He felt fear whenever he woke up to find that his life had amounted to nothing.

He couldn't accept that the younger generation he would meet in the future, his students, were dying one by one.

He couldn't accept watching Gojo Satoru become a tool for stabilizing the world.

He couldn't accept that Shoko's entire life would be spent busy and running around for magic.

He couldn't accept that he, with his power, had accomplished nothing.