Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 31: In the Left Hand, the Power to Protect; in the Right Hand, the Power to Pierce.
“What is that…? That white machine…”
“Knight Commander, may we open fire?”
“Yes. Lord has ordered us to eliminate it.”
(But I’ve never seen Lord this shaken before… That machine—something about it is dangerous.)
“Alright, men! The plan remains the same! Form a barrage!”
“Understood!”
The Knight Commander’s orders were precise.
A long-range barrage—this was a tactic where no amount of absurd combat skill could make a difference.
No matter how skilled an enemy pilot was, they couldn’t simply ignore a storm of bullets.
Kenya had experienced that firsthand just moments ago.
Against a normal machine, this alone would have been a decisive victory.
Against a normal machine.
“Ready! Fire—!?”
At that moment, a triangular shield appeared before the white machine.
It was shaped like a spear and charged straight toward them.
Its speed was unlike anything seen before from a KOG—
Like a white bullet.
“Fire! Fire!!”
The Knight Commander, unable to hide his unease, still managed to command his troops to unleash a barrage.
They succeeded.
Or so they thought.
“!? It’s deflecting all of them!?”
The spear-like shield deflected every bullet backward.
A white blur streaked forward—
Like a bolt of lightning.
And in an instant, it was upon them.
“What the hell is this machine!?”
The spear-like shield shifted—transforming into two massive swords.
Kenya grasped both weapons, one in each hand.
His stance—
“…Miyamoto Musashi…”
Tanaka murmured, recognizing the stance of the legendary dual-wielding swordsman.
A sword in his right hand. A sword in his left. And for his enemies—defeat.
In his previous world, the Takemikazuchi had been designed with that legendary swordsman in mind.
At Kenya’s suggestion, its equipment was modified—
A shield for closing the distance.
Two transforming swords.
A machine specialized entirely in close combat, with no ranged weapons whatsoever.
Tanaka had initially doubted whether such a machine could even function on the battlefield.
But those doubts had long since vanished.
Within the space created by Kenya’s poised twin blades—
None could defend.
None could endure.
Within minutes, 15 KOGs had been cut down.
The area surrounding Kenya would later be known as the White Domain—
A place of fear and reverence, where only he was allowed to exist.
“I know it. With Takemikazuchi, I won’t lose!”
Kenya felt exhilarated.
Not just because he had survived.
Not just because he had gained the power to fight.
But because—
He could go all out with the machine he loved.
Then, he looked to the sky—
A massive black shadow loomed overhead.
A force of over 70 units.
“…Come at me. No matter how many of you there are.”
Kenya grinned.
“Even if it’s 100 versus 1, I don’t feel like losing!”
“What is this… Sieg!! What the hell is that thing!?”
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Lord rose from his throne, trembling—
Not just in anger, but in a fear he had never felt before.
“That is… the most advanced KOG ever created. Theoretically, it’s the fastest and strongest machine in existence. However… no pilot should be able to handle it…”
“And yet there he is! Impossible! A hundred against one! That shouldn’t be possible!!”
One by one, KOGs were being destroyed.
A single blink, and another was reduced to rubble.
Their attacks couldn’t even touch him.
The white lightning struck again and again, cutting down black KOGs with terrifying speed.
(Focus… See everything…)
Kenya sharpened his concentration.
Diving deep—into a world of stillness, as if sinking into the depths of the ocean.
A mental state known to elite athletes as “the zone.”
A realm of peak concentration that one could not reach by will alone—
Yet Kenya forced open the door.
Driven by sheer willpower. By talent.
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By the extreme circumstances pressing down on him.
Everything aligned—
And the door swung open.
A feeling of omnipotence washed over him.
Right now, even bullets felt like they could be cut down.
“90!”
With a single slash, he took down his 90th opponent—adding to the 30 he had already destroyed.
A battle of 100 against 1—
A fight that should have been unwinnable.
A battle that shouldn’t even be called a “battle” at all.
It was only possible because of Kenya’s godlike piloting skills.
Even though the enemy consisted only of knight-class pilots without an ace among them, their sheer numbers alone should have been overwhelming.
But then Kenya realized something.
This battle—
It was just like that time.
As if this entire scenario was testing him—challenging him to see if he could overcome absolute despair.
As if only those who could surpass this trial had the right to be here.
Which meant—
He could not lose.
He had fought this battle countless times before.
He had suffered defeat again and again.
All to save the two heroines of his past world.
Back then, he had unlimited chances.
But here—
He had only one.
Which meant—he had to win.
If it meant seeing her smile again.
If it meant meeting her once more.
If it meant reuniting with the girl who had once said she loved him—
“I WILL SURVIVE!!”
With a roar, Kenya cut down his 99th enemy.
“And then—I’LL FLIRT WITH KAGUYA ALL I WANT!!!!”
With one final slash, the last enemy was torn apart.
In his left hand—the power to protect what mattered most.
In his right hand—the power to pierce through anything in his way.
With an unshakable will of steel—
He had cut down every last enemy.
Kenya stood victorious.
Alone, atop the ruins.
Around him, the burning wreckage of 100 fallen KOGs.
100 lives taken.
To survive.
To ensure Kaguya’s survival.
“Kaguya… I made it.”
Then, his knees buckled.
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His mind had long since surpassed its limits.
His brain felt like it was on fire.
The adrenaline that had kept him standing faded, and exhaustion threatened to take over.
In the distance, he saw a massive vehicle.
Most likely, the enemy commander was inside.
Reina would be there too.
And Sieg.
But there was no need to chase them.
The victor had already been decided.
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“Ha… hahaha! What the hell is this!? This is beyond absurd! Not even a joke would be this ridiculous!”
Lord laughed—his voice trembling.
Like a broken man.
He laughed at his own defeat.
Then slumped, powerless, against his throne.
“Did I… lose? All of them, cut down… My entire strategy, split in half. This is the first time… I have ever lost on the battlefield.”
“L-Lord…”
That day—
The legend of Lord’s undefeated reign—
Came to an end.
All because of a single irregularity.
“One man’s tactics surpassing an entire strategy… Argo, issue the retreat order. The victor of this battlefield has already been decided.”
“…Y-yes.”
Commander Argo was stunned.
Lord’s orders had been precise, without a single flaw.
They had chosen the best, most optimal course of action—one that should have guaranteed victory.
And yet, they lost.
Why?
The reason was obvious.
That white KOG had ignored all strategy.
It had overturned the grand plan with sheer individual superiority, turning their assured victory into utter defeat.
“Retreat… All forces, withdraw. The operation is over.”
Algo gave the order in a trembling voice.
Across the battlefield, even the foot soldiers of the Asgard Empire began their retreat.
“They’re pulling back…”
Watching the enemy withdraw, Kenya muttered.
He leaned weakly against the cockpit seat.
Despite his victory, he felt no sense of accomplishment.
The losses were heavy. So many people had died.
On both sides, countless lives were lost.
Killed, and killed in return.
And for what?
“What did we gain? What was even created from this, after so much death?”
All that remained were the dead.
Kenya couldn’t think of a single thing they had gained from this battle.
Only what they had lost.
But at least one thing was clear—power was necessary to protect.
Without it, without fighting, Kaguya would have died here.
So, he had no regrets.
Even so, the weight of those losses pressed on him, bringing tears to his eyes.
He remembered the hands he couldn’t grasp in time. The tears shed for him.
“I have to become stronger… strong enough to protect everything. With these hands.”
Kenya, having awakened and triumphed.
Lord, tasting battlefield defeat for the first time.
The day these two prodigies met in battle, the gears of fate began turning toward a clash that would change the very fabric of the world.
This encounter would carve a new path into history.
But for now—
“Tanaka-san, sorry. I’m gonna sleep for a bit.”
The knight who had fought until his brain nearly burned out drifted into slumber.
Resting alongside the white knight, preparing for the battles to come.