The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

「Fuh, Ha, Sei!」

Raise the sword, and swing it down.

The movement I have repeated for a billion years.

For me, these movements are as natural as breathing.

My thoughts cleared up and my feelings calmed down with each swing.

(A friend who boasts a demonic god-like strength, huh…)

A monster even Rocks Valencia, the founder of the famed Sakura Blossom One-Sword Style, couldn’t defeat.

(Compared to the monster residing in my soul, I wonder which one of them is stronger…)

This is a matter of great interest for a swordsman like me.

Zeon’s “forte” can be roughly divided into two. Overwhelming output and physical ability that transcends human boundaries.

(He clads himself in extremely thick darkness, but is always flexible…)

A half-hearted slash can’t so much as leave a graze on his skin. Rather, it is the sword that will break apart.

(And above all, his physical ability transcends what a human can perceive.)

If I let my mind wander for even a nanosecond, he will be able to close the distance in the blink of an eye and land a devastating blow.

(Yeah… I can’t imagine a scenario where Zeon would lose at all…)

That guy is crude, violent, ferocious, and has various problems, but…

Honestly, I yearn for his overwhelming “strength”.

(Let’s train more and more and become a swordsman who can beat Zeon someday!)

That way, I can protect Ria, Rose, president, my mother, Paula-san, and everyone I love.

While thinking about that, I kept swinging for about an hour.