Feeling the vast power within his body, Kenma’s inner pride inevitably inflated.
This kind of strength, completely setting him apart from ordinary humans, could immerse a person in arrogance.
He suddenly shuddered, snapping out of this mindset of supreme arrogance.
No.
I’m not considered powerful in this world yet.
There are still many beings far stronger than me.
So…
why not go give it a try?
Thinking of this, Kenma immediately decided to set off.
A familiar alley, a familiar trio, but a completely different development.
The moment the four met in the alley, before the thug trio could even say a word, they felt a fierce gust of wind explode right before their eyes.
Kenma turned into an afterimage as he rushed forward, slamming a fist into the muscular thug.
Bang!
The muscular thug didn’t even get the chance to be sent flying.
The moment he was hit, he exploded into a mist of blood, with clothes scattering all over the ground.
Immediately after, Kenma twisted his waist, raised his right leg high, and delivered a kick aiming straight at his target.
The short guy with a mushroom haircut took a direct hit to his body, shooting out like a soccer ball and crashing into the wall, splattering all over it.
The blue-haired youth was scared witless, standing frozen and trembling on the spot.
The knife slipped from his hand, hitting the ground with a crisp clatter.
Kenma didn’t show the slightest mercy.
This was nothing.
These three guys had taken eleven of his lives, so returning two was only natural.
Effortlessly crushing the blue-haired youth’s head, he took a deep breath.
As the thick smell of blood filled his nostrils, no feeling of nausea arose in his heart.
After all, although his passive could reduce pain, the taste of experiencing death would not vanish.
Having experienced death multiple times, the faint discomfort toward killing in Kenma’s heart had long been suppressed.
How could a being who could use his own life as free attribute points feel fear or nausea over ending another’s life?
Finishing off the thug trio, he coughed lightly, and his voice sounded.
“Reinhard!
Come out!” Almost the moment his words fell, a red-haired figure dressed in a pure white knight uniform appeared, his expression solemn to the extreme.
“Although I do not know why you are slaughtering so rampantly here, it ends now.” The intense scent of blood in the air forced Reinhard to take the enemy before him seriously.
He grasped the hilt of Reid with his right hand, only to find it unexpectedly loose.
This person was actually worthy?!
In an instant, Kenma’s danger rating in Reinhard’s heart skyrocketed, reaching almost the same level as the powerhouses of the other three great nations.
“Lugunica is in chaos right now.
What is your identity?
State your name at once, otherwise, as the Sword Saint, I will erase all potential threats facing the kingdom.” Facing Reinhard’s questioning, Kenma realized that across these dozen or so loops, he seemed to have never stated his name to anyone.
He opened his mouth, originally intending to give his real name, but suddenly paused.
No, the name ‘Kenma’ doesn’t match the naming conventions of this world and a name isn’t something to reveal lightly.
If I reveal my full name and end up having my memories eaten one day, it won’t be funny.
After all, the essence of a person is composed of memories.
Wherever your memories are, that’s where you are.
If you lose all your memories and start over, you most likely aren’t the previous you anymore.
The same applies to Return by Death.
Events can repeat and time can rewind, but if you lose your memories, rewinding time becomes meaningless.
Thinking of this, Kenma ultimately decided to change his statement.
“I didn’t expect the Sword Saint to ask for my name.
My name is Natsuki Subaru.
Bring it on.” Just then, Kenma slammed his foot onto the ground, shattering the earth beneath his feet.
His figure surged forward, his right fist raised high.
Reinhard chose to act cautiously.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he drew Reid, poured a massive amount of mana into it, and delivered an upward slash.
However this time, Kenma had no intention of throwing his life away.
He knew why Reinhard used this move—to avoid collateral damage to nearby civilians as much as possible.
Therefore, as he charged, he sidestepped to dodge the slash that could pulverize him into dust, then slammed his fist onto Reinhard’s waist.
An explosive force of up to 40 Strength burst forth, but Kenma’s expression changed instantly, feeling as though he had struck cotton.
Divine Protection of First Sight: Enables the user to instinctively know how to counter or dodge attacks that they experience for the first time.
In the very next second, Kenma stepped forward with his right foot, spinning around to strike again with his fully charged left fist.
The situation was the same, he missed again.
Divine Protection of Evasion: In close combat, the first three attacks are guaranteed to miss Reinhard.
Damn Divine Protection dog!!!
By this time, Reinhard had already made his countermove.
Rotating his wrist, he swung upward once more.
This time, Kenma still tried to dodge, but was grabbed by a powerful hand.
Reinhard held Reid with one hand while pinning Kenma’s shoulder firmly with the other, entering an extremely brief power deadlock.
Why was it extremely brief?
Because in the very next instant, Kenma’s upper body was annihilated into ashes on the spot by that surging force, leaving only his lower body falling to the ground.
The arm with which Reinhard had held Kenma’s shoulder also vanished with this attack.
From the beginning, he had intended to trade an injury for his opponent’s life.
For a normal warrior, especially a swordsman, losing a hand would be a severe injury that heavily compromised combat capability.
But for Reinhard, this wasn’t even a minor injury.
He simply shook his arm, and a vast amount of mana in the air surged over, green light welling up from his severed limb.
In the blink of an eye, his arm was restored as if new.
“Natsuki Subaru, is it?” Reinhard stood in place, looking at Kenma’s lower body on the ground, a worried look in his eyes.
In the next second, the world reset.