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Chapter5，Part1

Chapter 5.1. I Knew I’m A True Mob Character

Yamiyo’s movements were not fast or forceful. But I felt a light touch, and the dark sword slashed my arm roughly.

“It hurts!!”

Unable to bear the pain, I roll backward on my back. I honestly failed. I should have endured the pain and seized Yamiyo before she get fully possessed. But I was only in junior high school when I got into a fistfight. I spent the rest of my life quietly until I became an old woman. Even now, I have never been in a fistfight.

I was cut by a sword. And I was a child. It was no wonder I was so pained that I was bending over backward. I took advantage of this opportunity and jumped up and down with all my might. I rolled backward, but quickly tried to get back up. It was a good thing I had practiced spinning backward. Even though I didn’t awaken to mana, it saved my life.

With my little hands on the floor, I stand up. A child has a squid belly and poor balance. So I stood up as hard as I could. The other party was also a little girl. I had no strength, so I tried my best to stand up.

It must have looked like a silly scene from the side. Two children were sitting on the floor, curled up, and trying to stand up. If it were an athletic event, I would have cheered for them to do their best, but my life was on the line.

I stood up faster than Yamito-chan and observed and understood what had happened.

“[Create Magic Weapon], huh? That’s magic that wasn’t in the game.”

That magic was in the novel and wasn’t in the game. That magic was [Create Magic Weapon]. In the novel, it is created from the enemy’s hand and used to kill the protagonists as their finisher. In the game, they’re not implementing it because of the equipment. Moreover, the sword in Yamiyo’s hand seems to have a dark attribute.

“I see. Yamiyo has awakened to the dark attribute, huh?”

Beautiful lustrous hair like a raven’s wet feathers. Beautiful eyes like black diamonds. I thought she must be working hard on her treatments, but I was wrong. She had awakened to the dark attribute, which is why she had such beautiful black hair and eyes.

I deeply regretted coming to help her. I should never have come. It was my mistake to think that I could subdue a kindergartener. No hindsight is worth a thousand words, damn it.

Blood flowed from my left arm, which cut in drops. My clothes were stained bright red, and I was sure I would bleed to death immediately. I thought that if I awakened, I might be able to do something about it, but unknown power not filled my body. I’m a mob.

I hear screams and yelling from around me. The teacher must have come. But my ears are ringing with bells, and I can’t hear them. That is not good.

“Don’t come!”

I yell to stop the teachers from coming closer to my blurry vision. If you underestimate her as a little girl. She’ll cut you into pieces. It is often said that cutting without resistance is like cutting butter, right? But I was naive. Even butter has resistance. It is surprisingly difficult to slice through a lump of butter.

But Yamiyo’s dark sword cut through my arm without resistance at all. I didn’t even notice that I had been cut.

I had never thought that the power of magic could be so great. The adults must not have imagined it either. The teachers would be waiting for their future of being sliced into pieces, and rolling on the floor.

“I’m not going to let that happen.”

I may die. Then do the last act of filial piety and apologize to the unfilial one who will die first.

I did my best to stop Yamiyo. I was a brave kid, you know.

“Oya!”

I grab the bucket under the washroom fill it with running water and throw it at Yamiyo. She is weak because she has the strength of a child, but Yamiyo reacts and swings her sword.

Normally. When the bucket hits the sword, it is bounced away and falls. However, the sword created by Yamiyo was too sharp. If anything, it could slice a human arm to the bone without resistance.

The bucket split in two, obeying inertia, and split into pieces as it hit Yamiyo. Along with the small amount of dirty water inside and the wet rag.

“Kiii!”

With a screeching sound, Yamiyo flailed and peeled off the wet rag from her face. Meanwhile, I use the children’s step ladder to climb on top of the washing station. I’m out of breath and at my limit. My body grows cold, but I grit my teeth and stare at Yamiyo.

“Come at me, bro!”

“Diediediedie.”

When I provoked her with my meager vocabulary, I don’t know if the Wraith thought it was being made fun of or if it was out of spite for getting a wet rag in its face, but Yamiyo came after me, swinging his sword in a mess.

The washroom concrete pedestal sliced away with spasms and no resistance. I wondered how she could make such a sharp cut, and I felt intimidated, but still grinned like a beast, as I had expected.

I was still smiling like a beast because Yamito-chan cut through the faucet. The faucet cuts easily, but the restrained water doesn’t. It spurts out like a fountain. It spurts out like a fountain and pours down on Yamiyo.

“Gah!”

Unable to withstand the attack of the water that came crashing down with such force, Yamiyo hurriedly erases her sword and begins flailing, trying to wipe her face. That’s what I’m after.

The water is not effective against the deadly Wraith. But it works on children. I believed that she would reflexively let go of the sword and try to wipe her face.

“Woah!”

With a ripping cry, I jumped as I braced my legs against the pain. I jumped off the ladder as if to throw myself off.

It was a kindergartner’s jump. I would never have been able to jump off the ladder. But if I wanted to shatter her body, I would have to do it. I jumped to Yamiyo and hit her body.

“Gasp!”

“Gghh!”

The two kindergartners fell, and I covered Yamiyo with a cushion. I reach out in a daze to restrain Yamiyo’s arm, hoping it miraculously worked.

If Yamiyo didn’t have a sword, even the teacher could restrain her. That’s what I was thinking. I can only say I was so disoriented from blood loss that I couldn’t make a normal decision.

It’s because the true value of magic is not weapon creation.

I realized this when Yamiyo pointed her fingertips at me, flailing wildly. I thought he was flailing around in agony, but when I saw the black aura gathering around her fingers, her complexion changed.

“Seriously?”

Magic. That’s right. It’s normal to attack with magic. The black aura contracted on Yamiyo’s finger glows for a moment as I am stricken with despair that I failed.