And so it would have been more accurate to call him a High Ogre.
Of course, we were a gathering of meatheads. Proper names meant nothing to us.
High Ogres were larger than ordinary ogres and had various enhanced abilities.
âAlright, come at me however you want. Gahahaha!â
Guden spread out his arms wide, leaving his thick chest open.
You were allowed to use weapons and magic during these fights. As long as you fought with your own power, anything was fine. Such were the rules.
However, we currently faced each other with our bare fists.
I wouldnât have a chance of winning if we fought normally.\n
There was an unsurmountable difference between usâthat of our type.
âHere I come.â
I balled my hands into fists and pulled my elbows back. And with light steps, I closed the gap between us.
âYes, come!â
His hands shot forward to grab me, but I ducked under them and hooked him in the ribs.
He was hard. His body was harder than a rock.
I wanted to grimace, but held back the urge and targeted his nasal bone next. Then I unleashed multiple jabs.
And while Gudenâs head fell back from the impact, he barely seemed to feel it.
Now it was his turn to attack. \nA large swing and a punch. I dodge them with footwork and a sway.
Once he was open again, I visited a storm of jabs before he could react.
Of course, they were ineffective.
(Dear mother, this looks like itâs going to be a long fight.)
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Excuse the abruptness, but Iâd like to talk about the memories I have of my past life.
I died when I was just over 30.Â
As I was single, there was only one family member who mourned my death. My mother.
\nTime went by, and I went from student to teacher. The master started to seriously suggest that I take over for him. However, the dojo at the time was trying too hard to keep up with popular trends, and I found it too chaotic. And so I would just chuckle vaguely, without making any commitment.
âUhh, todayâŚthere will be two hours of patchwork classes from 10, and then we have ballroom dancing at 1. Weâll have to clear away the desks by then. There is the childrenâs kendo at 5âŚah, thatâs right. We started teaching business English at 7. Damn it, I better prepare for that.â
The dojo master often grumbled about not having a successor. But I wasnât sure there was anyone in the world who was able to keep up with this chaotic curriculum.
I was only managing it because I was there every day. Most people would have probably quit in just three days.
I remember checking my schedule and leaving the house as my mother waved at me.
There was a child who was trying to cross the road during a red light. âThatâs dangerous.â I remember calling out.
However, I had been a little too late.
The child froze as the car came racing down the street.
âHey! Run!â
I shouted. And thenâŚand then⌠For some reason, I was an ogre in the Demon World.