Anime, infinite dimension starting from Mahou no Yakumo

"Oh."

Mahiro's reaction was indifferent.

He glanced at the seven people briefly.

Aside from the boy whom Gozchi just called Nanahash, the injured one should be Guy, who is like a lustful demon, but no one expected him to suffer such an unfortunate turn of events.

The person next to Nahash who is helping Guy should be Green.

As for the girls, his gaze swept over them one by one.

Cornelia, Bonny, Tsukushi...

This must be the elite squad of the Imperial assassination force that was reduced to just Akame in the original work, right?

It seems that Gozchi is training them.

It's pretty good, he likes it a lot.

However, Mahiro ultimately focused on a girl with black hair and red eyes.

The girl's behavior was strange; unlike the others who scrutinized him with varying expressions, she focused her gaze on Mine by the river...

No, to be precise, it's the piece of meat that Namine is processing.

The girl walked straight over and squatted down beside him, pressing her index finger to her lips and staring intently at the delicious chunks of meat placed in front of her.

"!!!"

Mine, who was washing the ingredients, was startled, but seeing the girl's burning gaze on the meat, she quickly shielded the food behind her back.

"W-what are you going to do?!"

Mine shouted loudly and fiercely, seemingly trying to scare the other party away.

But the black-haired girl was completely oblivious, her gaze fixed on the chunk of flesh that Mine was protecting behind her.

"My name is Akame. May I have a piece of that meat?"

"No! This is my and my master's food!"

Upon hearing that she wanted to share the food, Mine immediately bared her fangs, just like a kitten hissing.

However, their conversation reached Gozchi's ears, and he was particularly struck by the girl's address of the boy as "master."

I already have an idea in mind.

"Regarding the matter of you stealing my prey... I am very angry, but if you are willing to sell your little maid to me as my daughter, I will not only forgive and forget, but I can also introduce you to a government position in the capital. What do you say?"

Gozchi grinned at him, finally revealing his true colors and completely showing his true intentions.

It just so happens that that brat Guy is already ruined, so even if he were cured, it wouldn't make a difference.

If we can win over this girl, we can fill the vacancy.

Therefore, Gozci deliberately spoke at a considerable volume when he said these words.

Upon hearing this, Mine, who was fighting Akame in the distance, shuddered and her face suddenly turned pale.

"Owner....."

Although this owner can be strict at times and unserious at others, he is mostly good to him.

She also loved this life and hoped to stay by her master's side forever. She didn't want to be like the poor girls under other nobles, who were transferred away like merchandise.

Therefore, the girl turned her gaze to Mahiro, eagerly hoping that her master would say something on her behalf.

For example, saying something like "no".

But who can resist the temptation of becoming an official in the capital?

Not to mention, their purpose for this trip was to go to the capital...

"You want to know my answer? Then come here, and I'll tell you the answer slowly." Makoto's face was always smiling as he gently beckoned to Gozchi.

"Oh, interesting."

Gozi raised his eyebrows slightly and came to a spot one meter away from Mahiro.

In such a place, if you use a quick draw slash, you can kill the opponent with a single, decisive blow!

So, unknowingly, his hand had already landed on the hilt of the knife.

If the other party intended to refuse, Gozchi planned to kill the boy and forcibly take the girl away!

however.

The idea was good, but things didn't go as planned.

What happened next was completely unexpected by Gozci.

Snapped--

The crisp sound of the slap shocked everyone.

Gozichi's vision blurred, then he felt a sharp pain in his cheek, followed by a spiraling backward flight that slammed into the ground with a face-first impact, scraping a considerable distance across the gravel surface.

Then the children saw a bright red handprint on Gozchi's right cheek, which was swollen and bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Mine was completely stunned.

She had initially thought that the master's refusal was already more than kind, but she never expected it to escalate into a direct conflict, especially since the older man looked quite dangerous...

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so resilient. A legendary tough guy?" Shinji tilted his head and couldn't help but tease.

He used three-tenths of his strength in that slap.

It seemed that because he had recently eaten the flesh of a dangerous species, he felt that his strength and speed had increased significantly. At the very least, a slap with three-tenths of his strength could now kill an ordinary beast.

But when the blow was delivered to the man, he didn't die from a broken neck as one might expect. Instead, like a gang leader from the Axe Gang, his head just spun around a few times.

On the contrary, they are still alive and well.

All of this is thanks to Gozuchi, who was once a member of the Four Demon Kings of the Imperial Fist Temple, possessing an incredibly strong physique, and still having a chance of winning even against Teigu users.

"Damn it, you dare to hit me?!"

Gozchi spat out a few teeth in anger and slowly got up from the ground.

Although my vision was still a little blurry, it quickly cleared up.

He stared fiercely at Makoto, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and slowly arched his back, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

"So what if I hit you? Otherwise, how would you wake up from that daydream?" Mahiro's gentle smile suddenly vanished, turning cold and stern, his eyes seeming to look at a dead man.

"...Then go die."

Gozi was not as violent and arrogant as imagined, or as blinded by anger.

His entire being was as soft as the sound of his voice, and his breath vanished instantly. He stood right in front of you, yet it was as if he had merged with nature.

"It feels a bit like that bald monk Kujou Yakumo's concealment technique, right? But this should be considered a disguise of one's aura, shouldn't it?"

Even though danger was imminent, Mahiro continued to comment on it.

At that moment, the katana at Gozchi's waist was drawn and slashed toward his neck.

A hint of a smile flashed across his eyes as Makoto effortlessly caught the long sword that Gozchi had swung at him with just one hand.

"Is that all? My dear Mr. Gozich." He glanced at the blade, its edge as clear as spring water, and his voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

However, this time, Gozchi was completely stunned, as if his worldview had been shaken.

Someone actually managed to grab an Imperial Arm with their bare hands?!

And it's Murasame, the one-hit kill champion?!

how can that be!

Not only that, Gozchi could also feel the immense force coming from the Murasame, as if he were stuck in a crevice in the rock, and it was impossible to pull him out.

Gozchi immediately clenched his teeth, and a tremendous force suddenly burst forth from his arm, while his wrist twisted in a non-human direction.

Suddenly, Murasame, who had been captured, was spun around in Mahiro's hand, and the sharp blade finally cut through his palm, causing it to bleed.

But strangely, as blood flowed out, black marks, like incantations, quickly spread from the wound.

Upon seeing this, Gozchi finally laughed again.

"Haha, you brat, that's a deadly curse on the Imperial Arm Murasame—it's a one-hit kill! There's no cure! I'll take care of your little maid for you, and you can go to hell and repent! Hahahaha!"

Gozchi laughed arrogantly.

Seeing this scene, Mine, who was not far away, turned pale with fright and trembled like a leaf.

She shuffled along, taking tiny steps, towards Mahiro.

"No... Master, don't die...!"

Mine could no longer hold back, and large tears welled up in her eyes, falling to the ground and wetting the stones.

But Shinji himself stared expressionlessly at the long, thin wound on his palm and the cursed poison that had spread across his entire arm like a cursed seal.

No matter how strong he is, he is still a human being and can get cut by a knife, which is not surprising.

However, he was quite curious about this curse poison. Was it really that powerful?

As he activated "Eye of the Spirit" to analyze the situation, "Self-Repair Spell" also began to operate.

[Self-repair technique, automatically activated.]

[Core personal intelligence data was retrieved from the backup system.]

[Loading the magic scroll is complete—Done.]

[Self-repair - Complete.]

The miracle occurred in just 0.01 seconds.

The curse mark that was about to spread from his shoulder to his heart suddenly disappeared. Not only that, the wound on Shinji's palm also seemed to have been restored to its original state as if time had reversed.

Gozchi's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at the boy as if he had seen a ghost.

"He...he's still alive?! That's impossible!"

"Why don't you... try again?"

Mahiro gave his advice very sincerely.

Repeated provocations completely enraged Gozchi.

He even forgot the difference in their abilities, abandoned the assassination method, picked up Murasame and rushed forward, once again slashing at Mahiro's neck.

But just like before, he was caught by Makoto.

Gozci wanted to repeat the same trick and do it again.

But this time, a mournful cry rang out from Murasame's blade—

Click!

The blade broke in the middle in a bizarre way, snapping instantly!

Upon seeing this, Gozci exclaimed that it was impossible.

You should know that the Imperial Arms are made of Orichalcos (oriental copper) and materials from the Super Dangerous Species, which is the hardest metal in the world!

How could it break so easily!

So shocked was Gozić that he even forgot his body was leaning forward uncontrollably.

Until a strangely shaped pistol was pressed against his forehead.

"Checkmate."

"Wait...wait! I have no intention of being your enemy. Can we make peace?! I am from the Imperial Assassination Force..."

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Gozchi broke out in a cold sweat. At this distance, there was no way he could dodge even if he wanted to!

Moreover, it was this strange young man who brought out the gun; he dared not gamble with his physical strength!

However, what Zhenxun replied to him was only an enigmatic smile.

"The clouds disperse and the fog clears"—Activate!

As the trigger was pulled, Gozchi, who was kneeling in front of him, exploded and disappeared.

There was no bloodshed whatsoever; only a broken knife and a puddle of dust drifting in the wind remained.