In the process of the assassin rushing to the bridge, she even passed by an alley. In the alley, several drunk men were surrounding a white-collar woman who looked like she had just finished work.
Although she should be hurrying to the nearby bridge to gather information on the others, as a hero, seeing such a thing, she, as expected, could not just do nothing and ignore it. She gently plucked a few leaves from the side and threw them at these drunkards. Although I really want to rush up and knock these people out with the back of my hand... But even my skin is poisonous. Just jumping and moving was fine; I could barely use my magical energy to temporarily isolate the toxins. But if there was really skin-to-skin contact... these few drunk men had not sinned enough to die.
So I can only use something like leaves to throw and knock them out. If I used stones, what if I used too much force? It would also be fatal. Although I haven't tested it properly, it seems that the physique of humans now is a bit weaker than in the era I was in. After all, this is a capitalist country. The work pressure on adults is high, so isn't it normal for their bodies to be in a sub-health state? Plus, with the further loss of magical energy and mystery, it's not impossible that the physique of humans will become even weaker in the future.
Just like a drop of water falling from a high place, with the enhancement of speed, it will also produce a powerful impact. Even if it was just leaves, under the force of the assassin's throw, it was more than enough to knock these already-drunk men out.
Doing a good deed without leaving a name. After doing all this, the assassin also disappeared from the treetops.
On the other side, the red-haired boy, riding his bicycle, finally got on the Fuyuki Ohashi Bridge. Perhaps it was because the recent news about violent elements was a bit too scary, and plus this city was a slow-paced life to begin with, the Fuyuki Ohashi Bridge, which would occasionally have a car or two pass by at night on normal days, had at this moment become incomparably quiet.
The night wind blew across the bridge, which was illuminated by the lights. This red bridge, at this moment, had a bit of a horror movie feel to it. If it were covered with a layer of mist, then it would completely have the atmosphere of a horror movie.
However, at this moment, the young man was in a hurry to get home, to properly take stock of the materials in his hands, and to think about how to forge a samurai sword of his own. Therefore, he didn't have any special thoughts. It was just that after passing this bridge, he would be one step closer to his home. After all, their house was in the old city district, not the new one.
But just at this moment, a golden axe was thrown out with force from the riverbank under the bridge. If this young man could not already call himself a magus, if this young man did not already have a certain ability to protect himself, he would probably have been directly smashed into meat paste by this golden axe. The force carried by this golden axe was no longer as simple as just splitting an existence in two.
It was like a rocket-propelled grenade directly bombarding the bridge. Half of this great bridge was directly smashed into a hole. A broken bicycle lay on its side, and the materials tied to the back of the bicycle were also scattered on the ground. Fortunately, they were wrapped up tightly, and at the same time, were metal, so there was not much damage.
And the young man was sitting on the side, with a few scrapes on his body, and his clothes were also covered in dust. He looked at the golden axe that was embedded in the concrete and steel rebar, and which, due to its master's call, was still making a buzzing sound. The young man's eyes widened. This is not normal. No matter how you look at it, this is not normal.
Perhaps because he was born in a family of blacksmiths, the young man's perception of magical energy was, more or less, still relatively sensitive, especially in terms of weapons. The axe before him... the magical energy it contained was simply too much. Rather than saying it was forged using magical energy, it was more like it was composed of magical energy.
Does this era have such technology? Even if someone possessed a large amount of magical energy, there was no way to constitute such an appearance. He was not an outsider. His cheap teacher had still taught him a lot of common sense. And the axe before him simply violated all common sense.
Then, the axe, following its master's call, quickly flew back into the darkness. The young man poked his head out and looked into the darkness. With the rampage of magical energy, the golden patterns on the Berserker's body became brighter and brighter under the effect of the magical energy. At the same time, his two eyes also glowed with a golden light. In the dark night, they were simply like two small suns. More or less, it also allowed the young man to clearly see the existence in the darkness.
The Berserker opened his mouth and exhaled a hot breath. He then tightened his grip on the axe and squatted down slightly. Golden runes flashed across his entire body. It looked as if he were gathering strength. Then, he leaped high.
The young man's eyes widened. But he then also understood that it was very dangerous for him to continue to stay here. He directly used magical energy to strengthen his own legs and ran towards the other side of the bridge.
Run!! No matter what, he had to flee from here! The target of this existence, which looked like a giant, was him!
Although he didn't know why he was being targeted, one thing was certain, and that was that if he continued to stay here, he would definitely lose his life. What on earth is this black giant before me?! In his perception, it was purely composed of magical energy. Was it man-made? Or was it something that had always existed in the natural world?
In the young man's eyes, after having learned the basics of magic, this black giant was simply an unimaginable miracle. Even if he was so confident, so hot-blooded, he did not think he could handle this giant before him.
"Aaaaargh—!!!"
The black giant let out a roar, then raised the golden axe in his hand high. His whole person leaped up high, and once again smashed in his direction.
And the young man, at the same time as the giant leaped, strengthened his own legs and pounced forward. He strengthened them again on top of the strengthening. A sharp pain came from his legs one after another. He couldn't use this method many times. But if he didn't, he might be directly flattened by this black giant.
With a loud bang, a crater appeared on the bridge's surface. Even the entire great bridge trembled a bit. The black giant looked at his feet and saw that there was no corpse of the young man. He felt a bit of confusion. He then looked up ahead. After discovering his target, he once again curled his lips into a smile. His golden teeth, paired with that smile, looked even more bizarre.
This time, the black giant raised the axes in his hands, preparing for a pincer attack from two directions. Clearly, he did not intend to let this prey before him escape from his hands again. Because of his life's experiences, this Berserker, more or less, still had a desire to win.