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| The Champion From Another World |

'All along my life, I thought that becoming strong is a key to happiness. Because it made my life really easy since I could reach almost everything I wanted. Money, girls and fame… I got them all almost without exerting much effort.

I don't know whether it was my luck or because I was simply talented, but it bore a nasty belief that I was strong. Then I felt that I was above the cloud.

This loathsome selfish idea had rooted deep in me that I regarded weak people as nothing but dead weight. Even I thought that they held no value.

This in return also led me to believe that people who worked for the good of others instead for themselves were idiots. I viewed them as morons who didn't know how to enjoy life.

Heroes, as we all know who worked under a certain organization, were the object of my resentment. I didn't hate them though, but the way they think and act looked ugly in my opinion. They were just a bunch of fools who preached about justice and acted strong to gain popularity.

I really hated that because if they're strong, why don't they use it for themselves? Why should be bothered to save wimps. If people died, it's their fault that they were weak.

Until one day, a new realization hit me. So hard that I expelled that rot of a belief.

Well… It was started as a routine martial arts tournament I frequented to. Because I was a four times champ, I entered it to get some kick out of it. And of course to win the prize money.

Unlike usual, the referees considered me as the official winner, although I really knew that actually I lost. It was the first time I lost.

Because there was this guy who opened my mind about being a hero.

This strong guy looked extremely unimpressive, bored and dull in almost every sense. He defeated all his opponents with a single punch, each, and I faced him in the final.

He's a hero and I unintentionally pissed him off by leaking about my ideal. In return, he made me mad since he oversimplified the meaning of martial art I adored as my way of fighting.

Things heated and I attacked him with all my might. However, he stood still and came out unscathed despite what I've put.

Worse, he was actually disqualified but managed to fling me out of the ring with his butt attack. That's when I knew that I lost.

Announcement of the winner came afterwards and things began to get awry when a bunch of monsters entered the stadium. They planned to threaten us to join them.

Some of the participants decided to join them after eating the cursed fruit called monster cell. I defeated these poor guys, but beating the leader was another story.

I tried to fight alone to defend the rest of the participants, but I got beaten. The monster was too strong.

Two guys I beat earlier, who were pro heroes did come to help, but they're no match against the monster leader. They're easily shrugged off like pebbles.

It's the very moment when I realized that I was weak, frail like a withered leaf. The monster easily trampled me and toyed me until I almost couldn't stand.

Not to mention that the other one roughed me up until I cried like an infant. It's painful and I really needed someone to help me.

My body was wrecked. I really swallowed my pride. It turned out eventually that I'm weak.

Then I begged for the help of anyone. Anyone out there who could save me and the knocked out participants, on the brink of being crushed by a monster.

I desperately cried for any hero who could help. The monster's foot was mere inches from the fainted guys. I nearly screamed for seeing the most gruesome moment of people's untimely death.

And then, he came. He snatched the people out in the nick of time.

The unimpressive guy who defeated me. The hero who could beat his opponents with one punch.

Long story short, just like his opponents, he beat the monsters who brutalized me, each with one punch. Well… it's more than beating though since his punch obliterated these creatures.

His action was awe-inspiring. It really changed my view about hero.

From that point on, from that meeting, I decided to lay a new goal in my life.

I want to become a hero.

But for now, I should recuperate before I can go out and help the people. And of course I should train my body and mind so that I can save as many people as possible.

As I'm pondering about my determination to become a hero, I can only hope that I can go out soon. Because as I'm sitting on my bed right now, there are so many people who cried for help amid explosions and tremors.

Oh, come on my body, I beg you to heal faster! Some heroes who were bedridden just a while ago now have rushed out to help people.

I cannot stay still, but well… I guess it's not my time yet. How pathetic.

Eh? Wait! Why suddenly my body is glowing…!?

My vision…!?

OOOOOOOH!'

At the border of Datra, two people were making an escape from their pursuers under the light of the two moons. Their destination was an abandoned temple near a hill at the edge of the city.

It was their last hope. To summon a knight from another world through the help of long forgotten gods.

The man who was a half-elf in military uniform led the young princess through some hidings. They managed to buy some time since the unit who were after them lost their track.

"We should get going. We're almost at the temple of Naraka." The man spoke as he led the lady hurriedly to their destination.

They continued their journey and managed to reach the temple. The place was no more than a ruin since people had long thrown away their faith in exchange for science.

"This place looks worse than I've ever remembered." The princess exclaimed as she walked a flight of stairs into the temple. "It's a shrine of some god whose name people don't even remember now."

"Abandoned god…" The elf soldier muttered as he followed the princess. "We were supposed to be the children of gods."

"Father had us give up their protection and turn to science in its place instead." The girl stated as a dejected smile rose on her face. "It was the right thing to do."

The half-elf put a bitter smile upon the girl's statement as they gazed at the dazzling city for a moment. Tall buildings and factories had sprouted from the ground. From that remnant of the place where people used to worship their deities, they could see the prize for turning away from their lords.

An ironic sight to behold.

They proceeded into the remaining building, further from the field of rubble. When they reached the hall with an open ceiling, the princess produced an item of antiquity from her cloak.

The lady gazed at the intersecting moons, right above the chamber. "The moons are in position. The eclipse will start soon. We can do it now."

"Is that the offering?" The soldier asked as he glanced at the relic in the girl's hands.

"Yes. It is the horn of our ancestor's deity. This is the last of the Raksashas' sacred treasure." The young lady explained as she opened the wrapping and placed the relic on the center of the room where the moonlight poured in.

The man sighed as he leaned against the wall. "Too bad. I'm a half-elf. If I weren't, I could've just taken your Dharani myself."

"Wha…!" The lady's face suddenly turned red. "N-NO! You can't! No matter what!"

"Really?" The soldier put a dumbfounded look at the girl's violent repulse.

"And… I think my dear sister Karsha would kill me if I did so." The princess put a saddened look.

"Oh I see. How saddening." The man remarked. "Speaking of which, how do you give it to someone? I wonder."

"Tha–t's… That's a secret!" The princess' face reddened as she turned around.

The man then relented from asking the girl any further. He turned to the entrance of the hall and spotted their pursuers had been heading to the temple. There were a squad of orcs and some dark-elf officers in tow.

These soldiers were military of Dhala. The foreign force who usurped the country of the unfortunate princess.

"We'll be fine. Just keep going." The soldier reassured as he unsheathed his saber, ready to engage the marching troops.

Putting her trust in the soldier, the princess proceeded to begin the rite. She glanced at the moons. They were already intersecting where the small one was almost at the center of the big one. The time was close.

Inhaling deeply as she knelt before the offering, she tried to recall the phrases from some royal rituals. They were just formality which held little meaning, but in this desperate moment, who knows… It might appease the heart-broken deities who would answer her call.

"O, forgotten lord of Naraka~"

"I plea that you may accept this humble offering~"

"And that you see fit~"

As the lady gave her prayer, the sound of clashing metals and some gunshots echoed from the outside. The elf soldier skillfully slashed every enemy down, protecting the princess. The Dhalani orc squad was facing a hard time against this one half-elf although their number kept increasing.

"To bestow upon us a visitor from another world~"

"I beg of you to bring forth a warrior worthy of taking my Dharani~"

"To send a strong and courageous visitor to me…!"

Exactly as she ended her prayer, the moons eclipse reached its summit, displaying a sight of a black ring in the sky. From that ring, a beam of light fell like a downpour into the chamber.

People from outside were stunned at the spectacle of the momentary bright light. Even the skirmish also ceased for a moment due to the dazzle of the ray, leaving the two clashing parties in a daze.

And before the princess, laid a well-built man, flat on the ground in place of the offering. Some white smokes rose from his body as he started to quiver while letting out a groan.

"Ugh… Man. What's that just now…?"

The princess looked at the summoned knight intensely as he was moving his limbs to help him sitting. She was beyond surprised that the visitor looked strong, almost like a giant. His tanned skin covered lumps of protruding muscles on his body, a clear sign that he was a god-sent fighter.

'Could it be that he is a Raksasha?' The girl wondered as the man who sported an utterly confused look turned his head around. 'No. His face is too delicate for a Raksasha. He is definitely a human!'

Their faces met. The man widened his eyes as the girl stared at him.

"Wow! A cute girl." The man muttered loud enough to startle the girl and made her blush. "Wait. Are those horns?"

"Uwah… Oh… Ahem." The lady tried to regain her composure as she gathered her hands on her chest while sitting to face the warrior. "My name is Sakura. Sakura Shakuntala Adoneira. O, visitor, please lend me your strength."

"Huh? Lend you my strength?" The supposed warrior asked as he raised his brows. "Do you mean I should fight for you?"

"Yes, indeed. Because I can see that you are a strong warrior." The girl answered with pleading eyes.

"Aw, man… Look, little miss. I don't even know where I am and how I can be here. Then suddenly you ask me to help you out of the blue. Even now I cannot remember my name, you know."

"Eh?" The lady put a confused face. "But at least you can help me, right?"

"Sakura!" The half-elf burst into the chamber. "OH! You did it! But…"

The soldier's face suddenly fell into an utter shock to find the state of the warrior the girl had summoned. The human's appearance failed his expectations.

Despite the hopeful look on Sakura's face, this guy was not in any condition to fight. The casts which wrapped the man's shins and left arm were an ominous sign that he was hospitalized in spite of his sturdy, hulking frame.

It turned out that the gods granted the princess an injured man. As expected of some long-forgotten beings.

"Hey, dude! Care to explain where the hell am I?" The man asked as he narrowed his eyes at the soldier, specifically his ears. "And what's the meaning of this?"

Before the soldier could answer, a Dhalani orc barged in and swung his ax. The elf parried it and fired his revolver to kill the invader.

The summoned warrior widened his eyes as the orc fell before him. His mind raced to find the answer for his confusion.

The visitor found that the dead body didn't look human at all. The protruding canines with its strong jaws were reminiscent of some creatures he recalled vaguely. Eventually, he could connect the event before him with the girl's request without being told any further.

The other-world fighter stood without minding his legs as he turned his head to look at Sakura. His blue eyes shined as a radiant smile of a brawler rose on his gentle face. Gone his confused look as his countenance reflected a firm determination.

"I see… So you want me to fight monsters, right?" The fighter stretched his arms forward, producing some cracking sounds. "Well, can't be helped. Especially if the one who asked me is a girl."

The girl with horns widened her eyes as her cheeks turned crimson while the half-elf grimaced. The visitor really put them in stupor for his charm and recklessness.

"H-hey… You're injured. You're not to fight!" The elf soldier warned the visitor from another world.

"Then I'll try to not worsen my wounds." The fighter spoke as he somersaulted and stood on his right arm.

The princess and the soldier couldn't utter their bewilderment for the warrior swiftly launched himself forward when the rest of the squad entered the room. While he was upside down, he rotated his body and rammed his knees at the orcs.

His attack was so strong that it managed to fling some orcs around. They perished instantly when their bodies crashed the wall, either due to the initial hit or the violent impact with the stone surface.

The Dhalani troopers were stunned to face a human who could fight their comrades unarmed. The dark-elf officers tried to aim their rifles, but they couldn't track the visitor's movement. Before they could even open fire, each of them received a strong blow which knocked out all air in their lungs.

And those who were unfortunate enough had their guts ruptured due to the jab.

The fighter continued his onslaught in a debilitating speed people could never imagine. He used his knees and elbows to crush his opponents until none of the Dhalani platoon remained.

That night, just after the eclipse, the temple of Naraka had turned into an altar of tribute for the far-off world visitor. The blood of the Dhalani platoon was a fair retribution for taking a man from his place without his consent.

The fighter landed on his right arm and skillfully plopped down to sit on the floor. "Well. It wasn't long ago since I got in a fight like this. So now, fill me in with everything."

"Oh…! Right." Sakura came back to reality. "But firstly, from the deepest part of my heart, I would like to thank you, dear Warrior."

"Nah no need to be formal. Miss Sakura, is it? Well. I just did what you asked." The warrior chuckled lightly as he waved his hand.

"Um, Sakura… Do you really think that it is wise to let this guy go with us?" The half-elf inquired as he put an uneasy look at the fighter.

"I… I…" Sakura bit her lip in disappointment as she turned to see the half-elf's concerned face. "Brother, as much as I am afraid to admit it, he is our only hope. He is a visitor the forgotten lord of this shrine has bestowed upon me. The one who will take my Dharani."

The soldier sighed and turned to the fighter. "Well. I don't want to be rude, Sir. But the way you fought terrified us. It was unnatural."

The fighter was flustered at the soldier's remark. "Really? Uh… Sorry about that. I actually wanted to hold back, but as you can see, I still have these casts. So, I hit with my decent parts as hard as I could to make sure those monsters won't come back to life."

The elf shared a glance with the princess. "They are not monsters, okay. They are orcs."

"Orcs?" The human blinked. "So, they're not monsters?"

"No. They are not." The young lady shook her head. "I believe that these races did not exist in the world you hail from, no?"

"They're only in legends I guess. Just like people with pointy ears." The visitor spoke honestly as he looked at the soldier who cast an uncomfortable look and gained a chuckle from the princess.

"Alright. For now, let's move. There is no telling about when their reinforcement will come." The half-elf soldier suggested. "Need some help, Sir Hero?"

"Many thanks." The fighter took the soldier's hand as he smiled.

"Brother, is it good to let him wear the enemy's attire?" Sakura spoke as she walked ahead of the men.

"It's an emergency. Besides, it can give the impression that he is a deserter." The man replied as an amused smile appeared on his face. "So anyway, do you like it, Sir?"

"Well. Honestly, wearing an orc's uniform is kinda funny. It's too large. The boots covered the casts nicely though. They really helped me to steady my feet." The fighter replied as he smiled. "Plus I got an undershirt. I guess all are nice."

"Glad to hear that." The elf chuckled. "But are you sure you will walk around like that? I mean, your legs are still injured, right?"

"No worries. Instead, I believe this is the best way to quicken my recovery."

The men quickly built a friendly atmosphere as they left the temple. They conversed about trivial things along the way, but they found joy in their talk.

Sakura somewhat felt like she was left alone. She was not good with guy's talk after all.

The group passed through the crowd of Datra townspeople. The warrior for a moment showed an amazed look as he sighted various kinds of races which flocked the street.

Races who would be considered as monsters lived peacefully in this city. They were quite civilized and did anything humans did in his world.

The difference probably laid on the level of technology. The clothes people donned in and the common devices he saw along the street looked very ancient compared to the gadgets from his world.

Now, he was certain that he was in another world.

"I believe that you are marveling at this world. Am I right, Sir Warrior?" The soldier asked.

"I won't deny that. This place looks cool." The visitor remarked. "I never imagined that Princess Sakura has dragged me into this kind of... unconventional picnic should I say."

"Indeed. But actually do you know the reason why she summoned you?" The half-elf inquired.

"To become her bodyguard?" The fighter guessed.

"Partly true. However, her intention is much greater than that." The soldier spoke as Sakura took a halt near a fountain.

"And what is it?"

"To tell you the truth, Sakura is a princess of a country called Adaar. Her kingdom is invaded by another country, Dhala. She might be the last survivor from among the royal family who managed to escape." The half-elf explained as his face turned grim.

"That's sad… I'm sorry to hear that." The warrior showed a sympathizing look as he gazed at the princess. "But doesn't that mean that you're also from the royal family?"

"Yes. But only in law. I married to Sakura's older sister." The half-elf spoke as his face turned very bitter.

The warrior who caught the sadness on the soldier's face could assume that the guy had lost his wife due to the invasion. He refrain himself from prying it and stayed silent.

"You two seem to enjoy your talk. I'm really jealous, you know." Sakura said as she came over the men.

"Ah, sorry. If you know a guy's talk, you'll find it exciting." The soldier smiled really wide.

"That's true, Your Highness. If you were a man, you'd find joy." The warrior put a teasing smile, gaining a pout from the princess and a hearty chuckle from the soldier.

They resumed their travel. They walked in silence as they reached a quiet area, far from the bustle of the city.

When they passed near the town's outer perimeter, a company of Dhalani had blocked their way. They were ready to engage the three or do whatever they want.

"Do you think you can escape from me?" A young man in cloak who stood in front of some orcs spoke, putting the soldier in alert.

"That tattoo… You are from Hasas!" The half-elf sneered as he recognized the pattern around the man's right eye.

"Heh. We are known by our deed." The lad turned to face the young lady as he unsheathed a pair of short swords from behind his back. "The princess of Adaar who slipped through our grip. So you possess Ambrosia.

"And what if she does?" The soldier frowned in anticipation as the princess hid behind him.

"You'll find out… Ogres! Get him!" The young man commanded.

"Not a chance! Hmmph!" The warrior came forth and thrust his fist at one of the charging orcs.

The moment his fist met with the orc's body, the body caved in while the back burst into bits of flesh. The blow even produced a deafening shock wave, slamming the fellows of the obliterated individual to the ground.

As the hollowed body of the unfortunate ogre fell with a thud, an ominous silence clutched the shocked spectators. Their jaws slacked as fear began to licked their souls.

This kind of power was dreadful and unheard of. It defied common sense.

"Wha–!"

"This can't be…" An orc murmured.

"H-how…?"

"…The hell…!" The elf soldier muttered as Sakura covered her mouth, horrified.

"Oops… Seems that I went overboard." The fighter exclaimed with slack in his tone as if he was used to this kind of nightmarish sight. "If you're after the princess, then I guess you should fight me."

"Yyoooou! You must be the summoned knight!" The young assassin growled as he pointed his blade at the fighter. "I won't never let you take the Ambrosia! For the glory of Hasas!"

"Protect Sakura! I'll deal with this brat." The fighter commanded the elf soldier.

The soldier drew his saber as some orcs surrounded him. They were in a tight spot since they were divided. Against this predicament however, the soldier did not falter for he put his trust in his top-notch swordsmanship.

The young man shouted and with a mighty leap, he closed his range with the fighter. He swung his blades, but when they were mere inches from the fighter, an ax blocked the slash, producing a clanging sound and rattled his arms due to the impact.

"Nice blades. Must be expensive, huh." The burly fighter remarked as he held an orc's ax in his right hand.

"Tch! How come you pilfer that ax!?" The assassin retreated as he could feel his arms were still shuddering from the failed slash.

"How? I guess, it's just like how you play with a spoon." The warrior spun around and threw the ax towards the ogres who were marching into the skirmish.

The spinning ax instantly lacerated the rank of orcs. They fell as their blood gushed out like water jets.

"EEEEEEK…!" Sakura screamed too see the fallen bodies convulsing on the ground.

"Ugh… Violent! Hey, can you put some moderation!?" The soldier yelled as he cut down an orc.

"Can't be helped. I still cannot believe that they're not monsters."

"What a brutish way of fighting. Now you toss away your weapon. You're a dead man." The lad hissed as he rushed with a new vigor.

"Try if you can!" The fighter taunted as he flipped and stood on his arm.

The radical change of fighting position shocked the gawkers. Without letting the chance escape, the flashy fighter used their stupor to hit them one by one. Dhalani orcs and dark-elves alike fell prey to his knees. The lad tried to tail the other-worldly warrior, but the inhuman agility the fighter displayed barred him from launching his attack.

When the assassin resorted back to his main goal to secure Ambrosia, a knife flew past him, missing a hair's breadth. He frowned at the thrower.

"I'll play with you later. So don't try to touch her." The fighter smirked as he landed near a knocked out soldier while dodging some frantic shots.

"What are you doing! Shoot him! Fire at will!" A Dhalani captain shouted to see his soldiers cowered before the fighter. "You too, Gil Garla! You're paid to fight!"

"Tch! Easier said than done!" The mercenary spat as he took a stance.

"Soldiers! Deploy our weapon! Quick!"

Obeying their captain, the troops drew a cart. It was a massive load of metal, a piece of artillery. From the general appearance, people might say that this monster boasted a firepower which outmatched the fellow arsenal in its class.

"Is that… A gatling gun!" The elf soldier widened his eyes in shock at the revelation of Dhala's advance weapon.

When the warrior was about to move, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his leg. It was apparent that his movements still put a burden for his currently broken bone.

To add his misfortune, the moment he retreated to reunite with the soldier and the princess, his arm got a severe cramp. He tumbled to the ground as the ache in his muscle bit him.

"Hero!" "Dear Warrior!"

"FIRE!"

"GET DOWN!" The visitor screamed as the artillery began to spew its bullets.

The fighter might lay low on the ground, but some of the gun's bullets managed to graze him. And with such caliber, one shot could crunch a good chunk of his flesh.

"GAH…!" The warrior winced as he crawled on the ground.

He didn't sustain any life-threatening injury, but he was not in shape to fight anymore. Some deep gashes marred his shoulders and thighs, rendering him immobile.

"HAHAHA…! Well done soldiers! I never think that this piece of our beloved nation's new technology can hit the enemies so hard! Not to mention that it can make them cower like a cornered rat! HAHAHA...!"

The commander's cackle echoed as the gunfire ceased. As the soldiers reloaded the artillery, Gil Garla stepped forward.

"Now, it's your turn, mercenary. Kill that pest!"

"No! Marebito!" Sakura screamed as she came to the injured human.

"Killing a wounded enemy. What a shame. But well…" The assassin sighed as he walked towards the fallen hero.

The warrior gritted his teeth. He couldn't protect the lady who summoned him. As the sound of the assassin's boots drew closer, a familiar sensation struck him.

Despair.

"Sorry, princess. But seems that my body isn't tough enough to take these bullets." The fighter spoke in regret.

"No! Please, you have fought very well. Don't say that!" The princess put the warrior's head onto her lap as she held his hand.

"I believe, you people of Hasas have some pride and would spare the wounded." The elf soldier exclaimed as he covered the injured hero.

"Are you implying that you want to fight me? Very well." Gil Garla smiled. "Come, soldier of Lemurian Company!"

The moment the two sword-fighters exchanged slash, an unbelievable sight appeared. In place of Sakura, was a woman who bore the aura of complete maturity. Her beauty was divine, yet she also hid an untouched maleficence behind her facade. With her protruding dark horns and silky pink hair, down to her voluptuous person, her appearance was bewitching.

"Ah~ How unsightly of thou, my servant?" The lady greeted the warrior with a sultry voice. "I know very well that thee desire to fight, yet thy body hath given up, admit it!"

"Ghh… Who are you!?" The fighter's eyes widened in shock and horror. "Are you another monster!?"

"How very rude of thee to say such a cruel thing to a lady." The woman retorted as she her lips slightly curled down. "Thy insolence as a man truly deserves a punishment."

"That doesn't sound very nice. You look beautiful, I wouldn't lie. But I'd rather die than taking the punishment of yours." The warrior smiled as he pressed the wound on his shoulder. "So, thanks for the offer."

"Thy mouth is thy tiger. Be careful with thy speech." The lady gently caressed the man's cheek as her other hand reached the raiment on her bosom. "However, would not thou succumb to this temptation, hmm?"

The fighter frowned at the sight of the lady revealing her assets, as if she welcomed him to devour them. In his recollection, this kind of situation was familiar since he was a man who had tasted wild adventures with countless ladies.

The raging sensation was not foreign, yet he resisted it. There was one thing which still restrained him from doing so, however.

"What's the deal with offering me your chest? Is drinking milk will heal me?" The fighter was still clueless as his face showed suspicion.

"Take it or leave it. It is as simple as it is. However, if thou still desire to continue thy quest as a hero, then this is the least help I can offer." The lady insinuated as she brought the warrior's head closer to her chest. "I believe this is what Sakura wanted as the one who summoned thee."

The fighter snorted and put a defeated smile. "Ugh… I'm just like a baby. Weak and helpless. You sure you won't yell at me later?"

"I would never. As of Sakura, I am certain that thou can settle the matter with her well." The lady smiled. "Now come and have a sip, o~ fighter from a faraway land! Satisfy your thirst and partake in this offer of divine nectar thee would crave for!"

"Alright. No hard feelings okay." The fighter opened his mouth as the lady brought his head ever closer to her chest.

Masked by the clashing sound of blades, was a moan of a lady who had her vessel to transfer a divine power, Ambrosia. The recipient of this nectar was a certain warrior, absorbing the nectar with all his might. He at last gave in to the temptation.

In return, a surging power overcame him. The woman released him the moment his body emitted a blinding shine, illuminating the vicinity of that battlefield.

"HHOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHHH!"

The visitor let out a deafening battle roar as his body morphed into a new grotesque creature, clad in lightning with his head like that of a tiger while a horn jutted out its forehead. In every draw of his breath, sparks of thunderbolt jolted from his body.

"Now go forth, my twisted, cursed servant!" The lady spoke as a content smile adorned her face. "Strike them! Pound thy foes like a hungry tiger! Dance like a flash in a stormy sky!"

And that night, the entirety of the terrain was ignited by a blinding glow. It was so bright that the sky's hue turned almost like daylight.

Author's Note

Suiryu is such an excellent guy if we fling him to most isekai where there are harems. So this time, I decided to ship him to Shinju no Nectar/Nectar of Dharani to see how far I can maximize his simp side and his combat capability compared to Kai Watari who is... just a normal guy.

Hope you like the story and see you in the next one. ;-)