Kays Translations

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Chapter 80: Sword God — Sword Sylphid

“Asgard’s retreating!! Kill them!! Kill them all!!”

A man, the captain of one of the World Union’s units, shouted.

There’s nothing easier than attacking a retreating enemy.

Because they won’t fight back.

“Cripple as much of their fighting force as possible! We’ll just be fighting them again eventually!!”

The captain’s judgment was sound.

If Asgard made it back, they would surely bare their fangs again.

So they had to be taken down now, while they could. This was total war, after all.

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However—

A crackling burst rang out through the air.

“W-What was that?! Thunder?!”

In the next moment, all KOGs pursuing Asgard had their flight abilities halved and fell like dead leaves from the sky.

“W-What’s happening?! What the hell—!?”

And then, right before the captain’s eyes appeared a single machine.

Pure white. Pristine. And—

“I-It’s youuuu!!”

A lightning-like machine wielding two swords.

By the time the captain realized it, he had already been cut. Losing flight, he plummeted.

Preparing for death, the last thing that came to his mind was his family’s faces.

But—he fell gently, like a leaf in the breeze.

Maintaining just enough flight capability, he descended at a speed that wouldn’t kill him.

“Hah… hah… hah… I survived… Was it a miss?”

The captain, pale as a sheet, looked up at the sky from the ground.

That white lightning moved too fast to follow even with the eyes.

And then, one after another, the World Union’s KOGs were falling.

Seeing that, the captain turned even paler.

“No way… He’s doing it on purpose…?”

That doubt turned into certainty.

Because all the KOGs around him had been shot down the same way — flight capability only stripped, lying prone on the ground.

Zero casualties. That shouldn’t have been possible on a battlefield of this scale.

Unless it was deliberate.

“No… way… What the hell am I looking at…?”

The downed soldiers could only stare in shock at the white knight who hovered before them.

“I’ll stop them all.”

With tears in his eyes, he raced through the battlefield.

The world’s kindest and strongest knight destroyed the battlefield — without killing a soul.

“Please watch over me, Sieg.”

And Kenya continued destroying the World Union’s KOGs.

“I’ll strip away all of their flight and combat capabilities. Because they aren’t evil either. Right, Sieg?”

Kenya had made his choice.

Not to kill. And not to let anyone else kill.

It was far harder than simply overpowering the enemy.

To cut, precisely, without destroying. Gently, and with care.

(Besides, Kaguya might be on this battlefield… I absolutely can’t let her get hurt.)

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Kenya could do it now.

His mind was clear. He felt like he could do anything.

A sense of omnipotence enveloped him as he stepped beyond the door he had once opened.

The world moved in slow motion — as if he alone existed on a different plane.

Right now…

“Fire!! It’s just one unit!! Shoot it down!!”

Even bullets—he could cut them down.

“F-Fire!! …No way? Did he cut that? This isn’t a manga!”

Anti-KOG rounds were slow.

The bullets were large and slow enough to be seen with the naked eye.

But cutting them? That was a different story.

No one could do that — or even think to.

It exceeded normal human reaction speed.

And yet, that white KOG clearly deflected bullets with its swords.

Kenya, in his current state, could see both the barrel and the trigger finger. He could predict and strike the bullet.

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Then the twin swords transformed into spear-like weapons, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of them.

“W-We’re—!”

There wasn’t even time to scream before all nearby KOGs were slashed down.

Kenya, having reached the pinnacle of martial prowess, declared to the army of tens of thousands—

“I’ll buy you one hour.”

“What… am I witnessing?”

Byakuren and the rest of the 13 Asian Gods had gathered.

Thor too had summoned his elite ten-man Raijin Squad.

The World Union’s greatest fighting force was now gathered in one place.

“Byakuren… I know it’s wrong to say this, but watching him… made me realize something.”

Even Thor, simply watching Kenya from afar, opened his mouth.

“That movements taken to their ultimate form can be… so beautiful.”

The pilots gathered here were without a doubt the strongest in the world.

If this were Asgard, many of them would easily qualify as Holy Knight Commanders.

Yet every one of them, watching Kenya move, could only think—

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“He’s… strong. Even if all of us went at him… we’d probably lose. But… why? I was scared at first. But now…”

Kaguya felt it.

That overwhelming technical skill possessed by the white KOG.

And at the same time—

“It feels so warm…? So gentle, so careful… Why? It reminds me…”

Kaguya couldn’t help but see an overlap.

With that swordsman who once protected her. With the one she once loved.

“Why doesn’t he kill…? Is it kindness? A man that strong? What does it mean?”

Only the strong can understand other strong ones.

But he wasn’t just someone they could understand—he was on a level beyond comprehension.

They could sense it: if they crossed swords, they would be cut down in mere seconds.

If regular soldiers were mice, then Kaguya and the others were cats—

There was an overwhelming gap in strength—losing wasn’t even a possibility.

But that one—that presence rampaging across the battlefield with absolute freedom.

If we were to compare again, its strength would be like that of a lion.

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Cats can’t match lions. Just like mice, they would fall in a single blow.

“So, Supreme Commander—what now? Just gonna let us get crushed? Oh, there goes another ten units. Want to try charging in? I’m sure he’d take us down gently.”

Kaguya questioned Byakuren, who was watching the Asgard forces retreat.

Byakuren replied calmly.

“Our objective is complete. We are the victors of this battlefield. Therefore… all forces, temporary retreat. Cease pursuit. Engage that white unit from long range only.”

With that, Byakuren issued her orders.

The command was a humiliating one—retreat, and then attack from a safe distance.

Victory might have been possible if they all charged at once. But it wasn’t worth the cost now.

They would only suffer more casualties before he inevitably escaped.

So—

“Full retreat! Do not engage further—limit attacks to long-range only. No more losses!”

Kenya, seeing this, simply hid behind structures, appearing and disappearing at will.

The World Union—an army of 50,000—chose to fall back because of one KOG.

Their only aim now was to wait until its energy ran out. A full-force charge might have overwhelmed him, but Byakuren chose the safer path.

Their goal had been achieved. Once the white KOG ran out of energy, it wouldn’t be able to fight.

A few hours at most. And by then, the frontlines would have collapsed—there would be no need to rush.

They could just take Japan back slowly.

Surely, that KOG would eventually flee.

Byakuren’s strategy was flawless. From that point on, there were no further losses.

Even so—

“What humiliation… that 50,000 soldiers could be held off by a single unit…”

That fact—that a massive force, representing the might of the entire world, was stopped by one machine—would never be erased.

“That must be what it means to be godlike, Byakuren. Honestly, I feel like I just saw what I’ve been striving for.”

Thor muttered as he watched Kenya.

Thor, who piloted a high-speed unit known as the Thunder God, saw Kenya as nothing less than his superior.

Putting aside war and politics, there was only one thing he felt:

Pure admiration.

“The white KOG… the man who defeated the Sword Saint… Then perhaps we should call him Sword God?”

“The God of the Sword… fitting, isn’t it? Godlike piloting skills, and not a single ranged weapon. He fights solely with the sword—martial skill taken to its ultimate form… Yes, Sword God.”

From that day on, Kenya would be known by a new title.