Strongest Swordman’s Re:START

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Only a small handful of monsters can pass that exam.
In other words, if you’re weak enough for us to steal your recommendation, there’s no chance you’ll pass!”

As soon as the man finished his sentence he kicked the ground and quickly closed the gap between himself and Merc.

His movement was quick, but the speed with which he thrust his dagger at Merc was ridiculously slow.
He was most likely delaying the attack down on purpose, giving Merc the opportunity to evade and scare her even more afterwards.
　
Based on this attack, it was clear that they weren’t aiming to kill her, just as they had stated at the start.

“You’re quite nice for bandits.”
“…?”

As the slowed knife thrust at her, Merc made no movement and simply met it head on.
Just as the knife was about to pierce through Merc’s chest it stopped… It wouldn’t go any deeper.

Instead of simply coming to a halt, the knife shattered in half with a loud crack.
The man was utterly speechless after seeing his knife break in half.

“A-A-Are those clothes made with special materials?”
“That’s right.
My mother made them for me.”
“ARGH?!”

Merc lightly pressed her fist against the man’s solar plexus just as he was pondering what to say.
The man slumped down in pain, but he didn’t pass out since Merc had purposefully missed his vitals.
　
She left him on the ground, writhing pitifully in anguish and unable to breathe.

“Y-You!”

The man wielding the hammer suddenly lifted it up and aimed it at Merc’s head.
After watching his friend’s knife snap after contacting her specially constructed clothes, he most likely opted to aim at Merc’s undisclosed areas.
　
Merc, on the other hand, same as before, didn’t move and took the attack head on.
The hammer bounced off Merc’s head and flew out of the man’s arms.

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“Argh! It hurts! J-Just what are you?! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU?!”

The man screamed, his wrists trembling as he backed away.
Merc, on the other hand, began to close the gap between them.

“You just aimed at my head, didn’t you? This means that unlike your friend just now, you actually tried to kill me, isn’t that right?”

With a chilly tone, Merc said.
When he saw her getting closer, the man realized they had messed with someone they shouldn’t have messed with.
As the man looked into Merc’s eyes, shivers started running down his spine.
His arms were extending forward for no apparent reason, his muscles were cramping, and his teeth were chattering.

“I-I d-did n-not…”
“This means that you’re prepared to die, correct?”

Merc said, thrusting her fist at the man’s face.
Only the air pressure from Merc’s punch fell on the man’s face as she altered her strike to stop directly in front of his face.

“Ah…”

However, even just that was enough to bring the man to his knees.
Tears and snot were streaming down his face, as if his soul had abandoned him.

“There’s no reason to get this frightened…”

Merc had only intended to frighten him a little, not to completely frighten him.
Merc imagined the man in front of her was better at judging an opponent’s ability than she had originally assumed.
Otherwise, he would not have displayed such a shameful part of himself to a young girl like Merc, no matter how terrifying the situation was.

However, given that he had attacked Merc in the first place, his ability to judge others wasn’t particularly strong.

“That just leaves… Oh, you’re running away?”

After dealing with the men who had led her here, Merc shifted her attention to the man who had been blocking the other exit and was now fleeing.
It seemed like he had decided to leave his friends and run.
One could argue that that was a wise decision, assuming he had the ability to flee from Merc.

“Hmph.”

Merc emitted a burst of Mana from her feet and used the recoil to propel herself forward, closing the gap in an instant.
She dashed past the last man and took a position in front of him.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit pitiful to run away after trying to ambush someone?”
“P-Please spare me! W-We didn’t think you’d be the real deal! We assumed Jonahim must have taken a liking to you, which is why he’d written you the recommendation!”

The man shouted this while threateningly pointing his long sword at Merc.
Merc was perplexed as to the other party’s genuine feelings, but the man must have felt the same way.

He was probably so terrified that he had no idea what he was doing.

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“You’re quite rude, you know that? Nonetheless, it appears like you are transparent about your mistakes.
If you swear not to mess with me again then…”
“I swear! I swear, so please spare us! We won’t bother you ever again!”

The man said, vigorously nodding his head, his sword’s shaky tip still pointing at Merc.
Merc grasped the blade with her right hand, a little taken aback by the situation.

“W-What?”
“I see.
So you swear.
Since you’ve sworn I’ll leave you with just this.”

Merc said this as she shattered the man’s blade like it was made of sugar.
Even though the man’s sword was made out of iron, it was still metal.
It wasn’t every day that you saw someone crush iron with such ease.

“W-What!”
“If I ever happen to see you guys again, it won’t be your weapons that I break, but your whole bodies.”

As she pointed the hand that had just shattered the long sword towards the man, Merc said with a smile.

“U-Understood…”

The man muttered this as he collapsed on his buttocks and remained motionless.
He appeared to be relieved that he had been able to escape this predicament.

“What are you waiting for, go and pick up your buddies.”

Merc remarked as she walked away, unsure if the stunned man had heard her or not.
This was most likely her last meeting with these three3.