Chapter 72: Transforming the hack-job skills into strong ones. Part?3
Translator: Mr.Nobody
“Do you all seriously intend to go to war with equal power!?”
But I just simply once again asked a question.
“But King, you said Katsuragi’s skills hold the key to the war…”
I see, did they misunderstand those words.
“Naturally, those words are not a lie.”
“Then…”
“But, I just said that. I said no more since those words were enough 《????????????????》.”
Everyone’s breath was taken away at my words.
That’s right, I explained that I couldn’t remove all hindrances in the important skills but I didn’t say anything about being able to win the war.
“If we have equal battle potential then we won’t know whether we win or lose. As if we’ll do war like that. If we do it we must win. To guarantee ourselves a victory we should have 3 times the battle potential of our enemy.”
But, there’s no more than equality.
Naturally, I led the situation to equality but without me it would’ve been a sure defeat.
It isn’t that I don’t understand that we’re enough.
But, I can’t be satisfied with just that.
As a King I have an obligation to aim for a perfect victory.
“But, does anybody of us here have the skill to triple our current strength?”
“Yeah. It’s amazing that we’re equal with them just with the King’s power, and someone possessing enough power to overwhelm them …”
Both the classmates and soldiers were noisy.
“As I thought, King Masatsugu can’t win!”
“That’s right! It’s not too late even now! Drag him from the throne!”
The Anti-Masatsugu faction lot in this critical moment were making such a fuss.
Miyamoto and Yoshihara were trying to take advantage.
“Miyamoto just cut it out. Don’t let me down more than this…”
I was looking down at him with pity and rebuked him.
“Shut up! I will never follow your orders! Why do I have to follow orders from you! I don’t accept you as a King!”
He replied the same way a kid would.
I sighed.
“It’s not completely related to me being a King, there’s a reason for me giving you orders…”
I said to him.
“What!?”
Miyamoto raised his voice in surprise.
Sigh, he still can’t understand?
Why have I been continuously taking interest in Miyamoto since earlier?
Honestly speaking, he’s a guy you shouldn’t pay any attention to.
He’s such a small existence that it would be fine to ignore him.
But, this time I thought that he needs to grow.
That’s why we are going to correct the points that need to be corrected.
That’s right, there’s only reason for me ordering Miyamoto.
“Miyamoto, you’re the last card to lead to victory in this war, a so called ‘Trump Card.’ “
At those words Miyamoto’s eyes were open wide.
“Wh, I am this war’s trump card!?”
Miyamoto’s voice sounded like a shriek.
He asked like he was half making sure he didn’t mishear and half happiness mixed in there.
I’m surprised at how he’s self-centered, however now that I think about it that’s simplicity of normal people.
Without getting my inner thoughts out I shall explain again.
Besides, a king should never explain him twice.
The biggest harm now is wasting our precious time.
“I’ll say it once more. You’re the trump card that will give us a perfect victory from the equal state in war which we are currently in. Demonstrate that power for the Warm’s Kingdom!”
Like that I ordered him once more.
“I show that power…”
Miyamoto muttered like he couldn’t believe it. And coincidentally he couldn’t hold himself from grinning.
He’s happy probably because he found that he has talent.
Well, Miyamoto’s power is different from the other classmates, since it’s not actually his 《???????????????????》 (TN: I still have no clue what this means.)
If someone self-centered like him knew the truth, then him being motivated about it would’ve been impossible.
He’s pitiable, but right now it’s a state of emergency. It has to be done like this.
“Miyamoto, your skill should’ve been “Sacred Sword User”. Is that right?”
He replied happily to my question.
“Yeah! That’s right! It’s a proof of a true hero! It’s a versatile skill that uses the power of the holy swords to defeat everything!”
I sighed in myself.
“Is that so. In that case it’s fine to use this holy sword Nightingale.”
I said so and took out Nightingale the sword which I picked up on the way to the castle 《?????》.
“Wha, that’s!?”
Miyamoto’s eyes were open wide.
“What, did you forget it already?”
“There’s no way I could forget it! That’s! That’s!?”
Yes, That’s…
“The holy sword you dropped.”
“The holy sword you stole from me!”
‘I haven’t forgotten about it even one day!’ is what Miyamoto screamed out loud.
And then he was glaring at me for some reason.
This false accusation is going too far.
“I returned it to you, didn’t I? But you said it was too heavy and couldn’t use it, so didn’t you leave it on the road?”
“You ba…”
Miyamoto was grinding his teeth.
I didn’t pick this sword up so we can this useless conversation.
“Miyamoto, pick it up already”
“Ha? Are you making fun of me? That sword thanks to you taking it it became so heavy I couldn’t hold it…”
“Just do as I say already.”
I said it a bit threateningly. He’s getting a bit on my nerves. Because we don’t have time.
Miyamoto understanding that I was seriously irritated he gulped and stayed silent. And then with lightly smacking his lips, he reluctantly was stretching his hands to take the sword I was presenting.
I was getting more irritated at those timid movements.
Does he truly understand the current situation we are?
“Good grief, what a vexing guy you’re.”
I declared that and threw the sword at him.
“Uwaa!?”
Miyamoto took a guard form with his hands immediately. He probably thought he was going to get smashed. He was protecting himself on instinct.
“He?”
He let out such idiotic voice and the sword hitting his hands let out a parched ‘Bump’ sound in the throne.
The sword that couldn’t be used anyone by Me, could now be used.
“What is this…”
Miyamoto not understanding what occurred he spoke in surprise.
It’s simple.
It’s a holy sword owned by me. Then in that case it can be given to those who can hold it.
But, I don’t have the duty to explain it to him.
“You’re letting your true thoughts out. It’s your most yearned holy sword. Use it skillfully this time.”
I said so vaguely and Miyamoto had a surprised expression at first but gradually it became a joyeus one.
“I see”
Miyamoto agreed.
And then.
“All right! Leave it to Miyamoto the hero of a different world! No matter how many come from the dead army all of them will be turned into rubbish by this holy sword Nightingale!”
He was becoming livelier.
I tilted my head.
“What are you saying. You won’t be in the front lines.”
And stated that to him.
“What did you say!? What’s the meaning of that, I’m the trump card! There’s no one but me to save this country, the world! I’ll eradicate all the insects that crawl on the earth with this holy sword!”
He yelled such things.
I’m getting a headache.
“Why are you saying things like a brat. Certainly you’re a hero, what’s with the dream-like things?”
“What’s a dream! Having the holy sword but not going to front lines…”
“In the first place.”
I firmly said so.
“I don’t expect you to use the sword’s skill. But, since the only other who can pull the effect of the holy sword is you, I have to reluctantly leave it to you.”
“Ha? Sword’s effect, you say?”
Miyamoto was surprised.
What, you didn’t even understand the sword’s real power.
“That’s right.”
I nodded.
“Holy Sword Nightingale. As the sword says so for itself, it continuously recovers your own army hence a truly sword for the living.”