I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

Chapter 86

Translator: “Hakou” Editor: “Weasalopes”

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The story once again took place in the temple of the god of business in Holy City.

Rewinding the time a bit, when the match before the God was still taking place.

(What a strong opponent!)

Sweat drips from the man’s forehead.

As expected from the match before the God of business. Powerful people are gathering from all over the world.

(But even so, I have to win this!)

My rivals have already lost in previous matches. If I can win here, I will be the champion of the male team.

Winning this world-famous tournament can bring my family back together.

For himself, his wife, and his unborn children.

I have to win this!

(Tsu–!!)

With that inaudible breath as the signal, I leaped forward as fast and as sharp as possible.

(No matter what trap is waiting for me, I will just break through it!)

The technique I trust the most and the best skill if I had to say myself. Betting it all into this one technique, I leaped to the land of death.

***

Let’s talk about the past.

One day, somewhere in this world, lived a certain young boy.

The young boy was attending a certain dojo. It was to learn the way of men.

「You must train your mind and body」

The boy’s parents sent out the young boy with such light feeling. However, the young boy have talent and soon stood out.

「We can’t wait to see what you’ll become in the future」

His parents were very happy. The boy, who was glad to see them happy, was gradually getting more immersed in his training.

(Vertical, vertical. Horizontal, horizontal)

A large, square room with a wooden floor.

Nobody has come to the dojo yet.

In such place, a young boy was moving his waist by himself. Practice swings are the basis of training, or so he believes.

(Now draw a circle)

He made a big circle with his waist.

(And then, Thrust!)

He sharply thrusts forward.

With this, he cleared one set. He keeps doing this until the teacher comes.

The boy kept repeating the basic pattern in a straightforward manner.

No matter when it’s rainy or snowy.

The boy wasn’t only blessed with talent, but also a great spirit. That, in a way, could also be said to be one of his talents.

The waist that keeps swinging while maintaining a low center of gravity strengthens the lower body of the young boy.

And one day, he managed to get instant movement power as if his body turned into a steel spring.

(At this rate, it won’t be long before I taught him everything I had)

The old man who owned the dojo was very pleased with the young boy’s growth.

Especially the instant movement power the young boy had after relentlessly trained his lower body.

Then, using the said power, he developed an instant hit and run attack.

That was the true value of this dojo, and that young boy managed to become the very embodiment of it more than anyone else here.

(Ah!)

And one day, the young boy unintentionally spilled out his voice.

Did God watch his accumulated training up until now?

As when the young boy became a young man, he visualized a door opening up before him in the middle of his training.

It was just in an instant.

But at that instant, the young man managed to peek a small fragment of the truth.

Numbness runs from his brain to spine. It was as if he just got hit by lightning.

(Circular rotation….. No, this is…. A spiral!?)

An image of a double spiral was flowing inside his heart. The young man didn’t know about it, but its appearance was like a DNA.

「That’s it!」

The young man shouted.

And it was at this moment, the young man left the style of his school and developed his own technique which was a rotating movement like the letter 「の」.

The movement of the letter「の」 brings dramatic changes to this young man.

A thrust released from that waist movement made it easy to catch the opponent’s weak points.

「Lightning…」

One day, people started calling him that way.

Even though it was a small town in the countryside, the young man managed to get himself a nickname from his neighbors, Lightning.

And his unique technique, the continuous thrust, came to be called Lightning Sword.

***

「It will be alright, the master will surely give me his permission」

At the time when he got the nickname Lightning, the young man saw the dojo owner’s granddaughter behind the dojo building.

He doesn’t know when exactly, he fell in love with that childhood friend of his.

「Yeah, I’m sure ojii-sama will also be happy」

She’s not exactly what people call a beautiful lady, however, he really likes her brightness and her strong spirit.

The young man really loves her from the bottom of his heart.

***

「Please let me be with her forever」

A few days later, after the training in the dojo is over.

The young man went before the dojo owner and begged for permission to wed his granddaughter.

Words of blessings spread among the pupils who were watching over that scene.

Everyone in that place, including the young man, thought that it was about time they married to each other.

「……..You want to officially be my successor. It’s okay for me to think of it that way, right?」

The owner of the dojo who he thought would be very happy about it, had a stern look on his face and his voice was cold.

「Yes」

The young man who was still puzzled by the dojo owner’s unexpected response answered.

The old man in front of him was silent for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and glared at the young man.

That appearance of his was like a soldier that has made his determination.

「In order to become the successor of this house, one must complete two tasks. That’s the rule of this school from a long time ago」

The young man was surprised and became speechless at the thing he heard for the first time.

「…..And you only have one chance in a lifetime to take on this trials」

If he fails, he will lose your right to be a successor and your loved one at the same time, forever.

Realizing that, the young man shuddered.

「…..It doesn’t have to be now, you can challenge it once you’ve become even stronger」

A gentle gaze could be felt on the corner of the old man’s eyes.

「Could you tell me the contents of these trials?」

But, his heart didn’t shake even a bit. The old man then said fine, as he nodded.

「The first one is to defeat the most powerful person in this dojo」

「And the other one is to win a well-known tournament within two years」

A well-known tournament is what people generally refer to as an A-class tournament.

It wasn’t an impossible task for the me now, Is what he thought.

(But still…. I wonder who’s this most powerful person in the dojo supposed to be?)

The young man questioned the first test.

If we talk about the dojo’s strongest, the only one he can think of is himself, and the master, who was the dojo owner.

However, looking at how the dojo owner acted earlier, that doesn’t seem to be the case

「Will you take these trials?」

The young man didn’t falter.

「Yes, I accept」

Hearing that, the dojo owner stood up.

「Well then, tomorrow morning, I will call your opponent here」

That’s all, he turned around and walked away. But after a few steps, he stopped and opened his mouth without looking back.

「Spend the night with my granddaughter however you like tonight. But, from tomorrow on, I won’t let you meet her before you cleared the trials」

It’s a cold and hard voice that conveyed his decision.

That strong will of not showing any compromises is conveyed to the young man.

After the dojo owner leaves, the hall is filled with buzzing noises. Meanwhile, the young man kept thinking about his opponent tomorrow.

***

The next morning, he arrived at the dojo.

The disciples have already set up on the four sides of the room.

Some are sitting in seiza, some are cross-legged.

There are many older people. And half of them are the faces he has never seen before.

(I wonder if one of them will be my opponent?)

He looks around with such thought.

(Even so, those girls didn’t come huh)

What he meant by those girls are the girls who will be the partner in this kind of match.

Usually, the women-only dojo that we associated with will come to play that part in the match.

Of course, when they’re the one having a match, we will send out some of our people there. It’s that kind of mutual relationship.

「Well then, let’s begin the match」

The voice of the dojo owner who came in last resounded in the hall.

The dojo became quiet at once.

「Come in!」

Along with the voice of the dojo owner, my opponent entered the hall.

It was an old woman with a large head and a fat body.

Exceptionally large buttocks and sticking out belly. Her chest is large, but heavily sags.

Her limbs are so small to the extent it made me worry whether or not she could wipe her own butt.

Seeing the figure that was told to be the fertility god who was worshiped in ancient times, or the remnants of it, at least. Panic attacks the hall.

However, only the old disciples didn’t make a fuss.

「Great madam!?」

The young disciples shouted.

Who appeared was the dojo owner’s wife, in other words, the grandmother of the girl I love.

She applied thick makeup and wore a thin silk dress.

「Silence!」

The dojo owner exclaimed.

「We will immediately begin the match, both sides, step forward!」

No objections, doubts, and questions are allowed. The atmosphere in the hall tightens once again.

It was already decided that the great madam will be my opponent.

It will immediately be considered a defeat if I raised an objection here.

(A match… against the great madam)

Even before the fighting starts, he’s already tested with whether he can stand before his opponent or not.

Seeing the great madam in front of him, the face of her granddaughter, the girl he wanted to be with, floated inside his mind.

Slight similarities because of their blood relation could be found on her face. With that, he concentrated on all of his senses and pulled out his sword.

The younger student shouted in exclamation while the great madam showed a small smile.

Dojo owner and the old disciples didn’t make a single change in their expression.

「Begin!」

Thus, along with that shout, the first trial began.