Mushoku no Eiyuu ~Betsu ni Skill Nanka Iranakattan daga~

Something like a thin thread is wrapped around the limb, and it is fished up into the air as if it were fished out of it.

Apparently the thread is made of a special material and is sturdy.

But since it's so thin, I should be able to at least tear it off.

Thinking that, I put some strength into my arms and legs, and the thread didn't break easily, but bit into the flesh.

.........Hmmm, it seems to be a fairly strong, yet well-cut thread.

"Don't think you're going to force your way out. You don't want to lose the ends of your limbs.

A small figure approaches.

It was a very small old woman.

I wondered if she was bent at the waist, but her back was straight and tight.

She seems to be simply short in stature from the start.

The footsteps are not at the level of solid.... but rather, they are seamless and excellent.

It was clear from the signs that he was no ordinary man.

"No way, you...

Yes. Yes, I am the governor of this city you have been looking for. That's me.

This old lady with a p*n*s?

But when he thought about it, it was decades ago that this prison was taken away from him by prisoners.

The leader of the prisoners at that time could have been an old man of that caliber.

As expected, it is completely unexpected that it was an old woman and not an old man.

By the way, this cockiness looks just like someone else's.

It doesn't seem to have shrunk with age, so it must have been small to begin with.

The old woman with the dickhead, right?　Click, click, click.

The old woman suddenly starts laughing.

But her eyes aren't smiling at all.

The Yuu-man from earlier moans with a very pale face, ''Two of the Sohyo's complexes at the same time.......''

''Who's the dickless old lady, you little shit!　For all intents and purposes, she's a nice buddy beautiful witch!

Huh!

Suddenly, he yells at me incredibly loudly.

At the same time, the thread holding me tightly tightens, and my flesh is plucked and blood begins to flow out.

Repair by the blessing occurs, but the thread is still tight, so my flesh breaks again.

I mean, what's a beautiful witch?

I am the master of your life now. Watch your words, will you?

The old lady is threatening me with a terrific killing spree.

Hmm, it's just as expected of the ruler of this city.

This mysterious thread is also controlled by the old lady.

If you look closely, you can see the magic power flowing from the old lady running through the thread.

You can't tear it off with force.

If that's the case--

Zubazbazbazbazbazbaz!

I cut the thread.

But I didn't swing my sword.

This is because when you're around my age, you don't need to swing your sword to release a slash.

I free myself from the string and land on the ground.

The old woman's wrinkled mouth says, "What? It was open in the shape of a

'Oh, my lord, what did you just do?　Is it magic?

No, I just cut it up.

Did you cut it?　What do you mean?

It means he didn't use his sword to unleash the slash.

....

The old lady gives me a probing look.

You may be trying to figure out if it's true or a lie, but I didn't tell a lie.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on. It's just as I heard.

Grandma, Mira--

You're not going to call me Miss Smith!

''Miss, you know Mira, don't you?　Where are you now?

I had no choice but to call the old lady Miss and ask her about Mira.

Since I had assumed that the Patriarch was a man, I feared for Mira's chastity, but when it comes to the old lady, the situation is a little different.

From the way he was talking now, I had a feeling that he wasn't being treated badly somehow.

I'm afraid I can't teach you for free. I'm afraid I can't tell you that for free, but I think we'll play tag now.

A game of tag?

The rule is simple. If you catch me in the act of escaping, you win. I'm going to tell you where my sister is.

Is that what you want?

Hey, don't lick me, or you'll get hurt.　Then let's get started.

A moment later, I kicked the ground and closed the distance between me and the old lady at once.

The old lady wasn't able to react.

From the position of my center of gravity, there's no point in trying to escape now.

'I got him.'

Shame.

What?

Just when I thought I had him, the old woman suddenly disappeared.

'This way, this way.'

When did this happen?

And then, thirty meters away, there is an old woman.

Was it an afterimage that had been here a while ago?

No, there was definitely a feel to it when I touched it.

There was no substance to the afterimage.

But the old woman thirty meters away looks real, too.

Even if she were to move in an instant, it should be impossible for her to slip through my arms.

What the hell does that mean?

As I was confused, I heard an old lady's voice from behind me.

'There's another one over here?'

What?

I turned around and saw an old lady there too.

'There are two of them, you say?'

No, no, no, there's one of us.

Three?

Where are you looking? There's another one.

Four?　No, five, six....

There were more and more old women.

And each one of them looked like the real thing.

"This is the ultimate skill I possess - my alter ego!

Shadow selves?

This is not an afterimage. This is not an afterimage, for it can create a definite body that will never disappear. In addition, it has the exact same appearance and powers as my body.

In other words, everything is identical to the real thing.

It's impossible to tell them apart.

Incidentally, it's possible to create up to ten of them at once.

How are you going to catch it?

As expected, I was almost at a loss for words.