The hexagonal six-foot metal rod boasts low lethality, but above all else itâs sturdy, so itâs heartening that it wonât break no matter how violently I wield it.
Seiichi and the others are whittling down the Goblin Lord by adeptly passing around the hate.
One of the reasons why our party, which has been so domineering against the small fry goblins, is struggling is because of the armor the Goblin Lord is wearing.
Just like the gauntlets, itâs not a Japanese style armor, but a Western style plate mail.
Design-wise, itâs not that of the full plate mail you often see in museums, but rather a design-oriented armor with strangely many exposed parts that look like something a barbarian tribe would wear in a stylish fantasy illustration.
Itâs not the type that covers the whole body, but the way it still pretty much has the vital parts and joints properly guarded is very hateful.
Sakiâs slashes are blocked by the armor, and while Seiichiâs knives are able to stab the gaps and the rear, they are far from fatal.
Even Maiâs large size magic ball which was fired at the beginning of the battle, left nothing more than black soot on the gauntlets that blocked it in a cross arms.
It looks like our party lacks the means of attack to pierce through a heavy armor.
Saki, whose corners of lips and eyes are gradually slanting upward as she keeps a watchful eye on it with blazing eyes, is so fired up as though sheâs about to try to bisect it along with its armor.
Letâs leave aside the muscle-headed, battle maniac Saki.
Seiichi and Mai are showing signs of mental fatigue.
Even though Miharu, and more or less Shizuka too, have been offering diligent support as healers, there is still the danger of the party collapsing due to a single mistake.
My rest time still lasts for a while longer, so I try to seriously ponder about the skills ofăThunder God Apprenticeă.
Speaking of the image of Thunder God, it is the painting of the Fujin and Raijin on a gold folding screen.
Rather than Thunder God, I think the nameăKaminari-sama (God of Lightning)ă seems more appropriate.
Carrying a taiko on his back, holding a bachi in his hand, riding on a cloud in his underwear, flying in the sky while raining down rumbling lightning.
I see, I havenât thought of the item such as a taiko.
Letâs buy a taiko at the purchasing department when we get back.
I should work from the appearance first.
Instead of a bachi, I guess the hexagonal six-foot rod should be fine, though it is a bit long.
Next is⌠for now letâs try taking off my clothes.
The twin sisters are staring at me with a startled look, but Shizuka has gotten used to it, so her gaze is wet in a good way.
Wearing nothing but my underwear is kind of harsh visual-wise, so Iâm not going to touch my bottom half.
ăCome on out, Cloud.ă
When I try summoning a cloud, as thereâs no harm in trying it out, a cloud, which looks like cotton dust that has accumulated on the window frame, comes out.
So far so good.
It is a small cloud the size of a zabuton, but I am more or less able to get on it.
It feels like I am stepping on a cushion made of low-resilience material without my feet piercing through it.
If I were to use this as the filling for the cushion pillow equipped by Yuki-chan, I think she would be happy.
Well, the reason why its size is so shabby is because Iâm just an apprentice, so it canât be helped.
First of all, when I try to take off, it rises at a speed similar to running.
In the same manner as radio control, the controls are pretty easy, but I have to be careful because I almost hit my head on the ceiling.
As I cross my arms and look down on the world while standing upright on the cloud, Seiichi, Mai, Saki and the Goblin Lord are dumbfounded, looking at me with mouths open.
To show an opening in the middle of battle, it looks like both friend and foe are fatigued.
Flying at a height unreachable by its arm, I bash the Goblin Lord in the head with the hexagonal six-foot directly from above.
The goblin lord, which is dumbfounded and looking at me with frightened eyes, gets its head smashed with a bang and falls to its knees.
Even though itâs a great opportunity to launch follow up attacks, all of my party members, probably due to exhaustion, remain standing in place with their mouths open.
ă⌠Say, weâre in the middle of a serious battle, but can I make retorts to various things?ă
ăSay, say, can I take a rest first? Iâm not in a state of mind to use magic, though.ă
ăSo, cool! Danna-sama, youâre so amazing!ă
Saki is admiring me with sparkling eyes, so Iâm getting more and more hyped up.
I feel like I can use my skills now.
I have a feeling that my skills are not limited only to such a joke skill where I merely summon clouds and soar to the sky.
Now imagine it.
What are the other skills of Kaminari-sama?
I formulate an image of standing in the air above the Goblin Lord.
By the way, it doesnât seem to have any anti-aircraft techniques, and itâs moving about left and right in an attempt to run away, but my cloud-flying pursuit is faster.
The zabuton cloud beneath my feet begins to crackle and discharge electricity, playing rocky background music.
I point my palm at the Goblin Lord, whose pig face is twitching in fear.
ăâGive me your belly button!ă
To be honest, when I think of Kaminari-samaâs skills, this is the only one that comes to mind.
I fire the crackling image at the Goblin Lordâs abdomen, at a place which I think that is where its belly button would be.
With a thud, or rather a bang, or rather a sound of bursting air, a white light bites into the Goblin Lordâs abdomen like a snake.
I can feel the crackling of the electricity discharged by the cloud beneath my feet through my body, and even my hair is standing on end, but I donât feel the sense of getting electrified myself.
The tip of the lightning bolt remains pierced into the Goblin Lord, which is glowing bright white and spasming, twitching and falling on its back.
A nasty smell of burning protein and a weird smell, probably ozone, fills the air.
My GP bar memory is dwindling at a sizzling rate, and I end up running out of gas in about five seconds.
What a skill with bad fuel consumption, I think.
The cloud also vanishes, and I land on the floor with the six-foot rod on my shoulder.
The Goblin Lord, convulsing and raising a cloud of white smoke, has been sufficiently half-roasted, turning into splatter on the same level as a browser crasher image.
But it wonât work on me, whoâs been trained by numerous erotic disguised gore images.
ăAlright, time to beat it down.ă
I wave one hand as a signal for my party members to attack at once, but there is no reaction.
I look around at my surroundings while keeping a vigilant eye on the Goblin Lord, which has ceased to even twitch.
I canât tell what Seiichi and Mai, who have both cordially stiffened in holy cow pose, are trying to do.
I wonder if theyâve acquired some sort of merging skill or something.
Saki is falling on her rear with her panties exposed, the twin sisters are cowering and trembling, while Shizuka is standing still, staring at the distant with dry eyes.
There is a high possibility that they have suffered some kind of psychological attack.
Is it a new kind of attack method, or is it the trump card of the Goblin Lord?
First of all, I hold aloft my six-foot rod, intending to smash the goblin lord five or six times.
With a clang, the armor comes off the Goblin Lord, which is vanishing as if its outline is collapsing, and rolls over.