Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 372: Battle with the “Sorcerer”
“Wind Wall!”
Rest first cast a spell on Dible, surrounding him with a barrier to shield him from any incoming attacks.
He tried to heal his mentor’s wounds next, but Dible shook his head firmly.
“Rest-sama! Don’t mind me—focus on the enemy!”
“Understood… Wind Blade! Fire Blade! Water Blade! Earth Blade!”
Confirming that Dible had cast a healing spell on himself, Rest unleashed a barrage of spells at the gloomy, wire-thin man before them—the Sorcerer.
Four types of blades—wind, fire, water, and earth—rushed toward him in a deadly quartet.
“Protect.”
At the single word, sand erupted from the floor and walls, intercepting the attacks.
Though it was only sand, it moved with the sharpness and strength of steel whips, striking down each elemental blade with fluid precision.
“So fast…!”
“Pierce.”
“Tch—!”
Once again, sand spikes shot up from the floor.
This time, anticipating the move, Rest threw up another Wind Wall and managed to block them.
“Pierce. Fire. Bore. Sweep.”
But the Sorcerer’s assault didn’t stop.
Sand spears lunged forward, bullets of hardened grit tore through the air, and whip-like streams of sand lashed out horizontally.
The speed of his spellcasting was terrifying—attacks flew from every direction, leaving Rest purely on the defensive.
“Not good… This whole place is his territory!”
This sand castle, the Sorcerer’s creation was his battlefield.
The walls, floor, ceiling, even the pillars, everything served as both his weapon and his armor.
Every spell Rest cast was blocked by walls of sand, and for each attack he sent, the enemy returned several times more.
“Kill.”
At the emotionless command, the sand around them writhed like a living creature and surged toward Rest.
“Is this… really magic?”
Grinding his teeth, Rest fended off the waves of sand.
He possessed infinite mana—and a rare, instinctive talent for mimicking any magic he saw, but even so, he couldn’t grasp what the Sorcerer was doing.
His intuition told him this was not normal magic.
It was some other kind of power, governed by a mechanism beyond conventional spellcraft.
“No way…”
A realization flickered in Rest’s mind.
Once the idea appeared, he could no longer doubt it.
(If this isn’t magic… then it can only be something else.)
“Fire!”
Thousands of grains of sand condensed into a storm of bullets, surging toward him.
Rest expanded his Wind Wall, taking the barrage head-on.
No matter how many he blocked, more came.
The Wind Wall trembled under the impact, nearly breaking, but Rest endlessly repaired it with his limitless mana.
(I’ve never seen one in person, but this is like a Gatling gun’s rapid fire… The mana cost must be enormous—yet his attacks aren’t weakening at all.)
“…Let’s try this, then.”
Maintaining the barrier and fixing his aim on the Sorcerer, Rest took a deep breath—
and shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Jugemu Jugemu Gokō-no-Surikire Kaijarisuigyo-no Suigyōmatsu Unraimatsu Furaimatsu Kūneru Tokoro-ni Sumu Tokoro Yabura Kōji-no Burakōji Paipo Paipo Paipo-no Shūringan Shūringan-no Gūrindai Gūrindai-no Ponpokopī-no Ponpokonā-no Chōkyūmei-no Chōsuke!!”
“What—!?”
The long string of strange, foreign words burst out in one breath like a spell.
The Sorcerer’s reaction was immediate—he froze mid-attack, eyes widening in shock beneath his curtain of hair.
“Japanese…? Jugemu…!?”
“Thunder Cannon!”
“Ghh—!?”
In that instant of confusion, Rest unleashed his counterattack.
A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the Sorcerer, engulfing him in a violent explosion of dust and smoke.