68 – Yutori Gen VS Gen Z

[Brad’s Perspective]

“Don’t underestimate me!! Uoooooooh!!”

Takahashi slashed at me with such ferocity that I half-expected his rigid two-handed Zweihander to bend.

Of course, he’s using the blade’s edge…

I let Takahashi do his thing for about a minute, but as far as I could see, my body showed…

No change whatsoever!!

His attacks are so ineffective that I started to wonder if I’m just playing around with Megumi’s classmate.

“Let me ask you something. We’re fighting, right? I’m not, like, giving you a lecture or anything, am I?”

“What’re you blabbing about!? As if I’d learn anything from a loser like you!!”

I checked just to make sure, because it’d be a hassle if he later whines, “I didn’t mean to fight” or “I wasn’t serious.”

If he’s genuinely into Megumi, I was ready to let him stand at our family’s gate as her brother—if he could squat 200 kilos 10,000 times. Too bad he’s such a letdown.

“If you strip naked and grovel now… since I’m merciful I might consider sparing your life.”

“Who’d bow to a guy like you!? Stop talking in your sleep, you rotten meathead!!”

I wanted to gauge how my strength compares to a transfer cheater, but when filtered through Brad, my words come out absurdly provocative.

There’s no visible damage, but the stress from piled-up paperwork has left my shoulders, neck, and hips stiff. Thanks to his decent pounding, my blood flow improved, and I’m fully ready for battle.

“When are you gonna get serious? I’m not *that* free. Hurry up and show me those cheat abilities you got from being summoned to this world.”

Takahashi, veins bulging on his forehead, finally seems ready to get serious. He raises his Zweihander’s tip high toward the sky.

[Fleeting Flash: Schnell Blitz]

“Once you eat my skill, you’ll end up like those corpses over there. I’ll make you regret humiliating me!”

The blade crackled with zigzag lightning-like energy.

“Empty threats? You think that’ll scare me?”

“Scared or not, who cares! Once this hits, you’re done for shithead!”

The chuuni skill name made me excited. Judging by the name, I expected some lightning-fast slash, but Takahashi’s movements were so slow I swear a fly could land on him.

Should I dodge? That’d kill the vibe, right?

Take the hit or dodge?

As a sad product of the yutori generation, I was stuck reading the room until his sluggish skill arrived.

Fine, let’s go with that!

The moment I decided how to handle it, the sword was right in front of my eyes.

Takahashi passed by my side.

Having unleashed his skill, Takahashi stood behind me, striking a ninja-like pose with one knee down, facing away from me.

Maybe he’s kind of a narcissist.

But the world doesn’t revolve around him.

“You won’t be able to masturbate or even wipe your own butt like that.”

“What’re you…”

Despite me firmly gripping the blade with both hands, Takahashi tried to force his way through. Unable to withstand the strain, his arms—still clutching the sword’s hilt—stayed behind.

Takahashi, who’d dashed past with a smug grin, looked at his arms, now missing from the elbows down…

“M-My… My arms!!”

He screamed.

“Let me give you some advice, belated as it is. Using a skill too strong for you can break you. Master skills that suit your level.”

See, you gotta listen to people…

Some of the vassals and soldiers must’ve heard me, because they start preparing to strip off their armor.

That’s not what I meant…

“Don’t show me your elephants!!”

“““Huh!? But you told us to strip!”””

Brad’s downright unfair to the vassals and soldiers who obeyed.

“If you’ve got time to strip, restrain that idiot.”

“““Yessir!!”””

I’d hate to be in that situation.

Surrounded and restrained by naked dudes.

“You said natives were weak, didn’t you? That makes you, weaker than a native, less than a maggot.”

Just as they’re about to drag the armless, panicking Takahashi away…

“Stop right there!”

It’s not great to judge people by appearances, but a fat, lisping, stereotypical otaku-looking guy called out to me.

By his side…

“Brad-sama… I’m so sorry…”

Omoneil, covered in countless bruises and cuts, was there. Worst of all, his body—except for his face—was inside a dragon’s mouth.

“Stop resisting! Make one wrong move, and Drack’ll eat him!”

Crunch!

I took a bite of an apple I pulled from my pocket for a break, sizing up the situation.

Hmm hmm got it. This way, I can save Omoneil without any problem.

TL: Yutori Gen: Generation of relaxed education” in English. It refers to the Japanese generation that received their education under a system with less academic rigor and more emphasis on independent learning. Google if want to know more.