65 – Road to Ninja (2)
“The only reason I’m not destroying your spirit realm right now is to see Demon Hitler.”
If he had listened to his nonsense for five minutes, it would have been enough.
Now it’s time for action, not words.
“Shut your mouth and bring the demon, Hitler.”
“Do you think everything I’ve shown you is fake?”
“I don’t care.”
Whether it was true or not, it wasn’t important to me.
If it’s true, then it was me who avenged my grandfather’s enemy, Belka-Tuna, by killing him myself.
I don’t give a damn about this bastard and his great castle or whatever.
If I’m a monster, then this idiot, Por-Fena, is just a monster too.
Selling my beliefs and calling me crazy?
Isn’t that what you bastards always do?
And yet, when I see that smug face thinking he did something great, I can’t help but sigh.
“Do your job. You idiot.”
Quickly. Do it. Hitler.
“…As troublesome as it is, is there no other way?”
The stubborn one at the front grimaced and raised his hand.
“I’ll see how long you can endure.”
“You should have done it sooner.”
The space changes again.
***
Pwoooo-
The sound of a horn wakes me from my hazy mind.
“Mysterious figures! Kill them!”
“That… is a ninja!”
The furious shouts of the Nazi officers continued. The eyes of their armored sauropods were all focused on me.
“All units, fire!”
The cannons of the armored sauropods spewed fire.
To-to-to-to-
Dodging the randomly scattered shells that crashed into the ground, I surveyed the surroundings. The accuracy of the shells was significantly reduced, perhaps because the distance was still far.
“Finally.”
I drew my ninja sword.
“Ni…nja!”
“Our enemy!”
As soon as the cannon show ended, the undead samurais rushed in.
“Whoosh…”
With their unique ability to regenerate, those guys in tattered armor were responsible for tanking. As the battle turned into a long-term engagement, I was at a disadvantage.
But what can I do? Even though I want to lure them into the forest and fight like last time, the distance is too far. I have no choice but to fight, even if it puts me at a disadvantage.
“Unsheath, Tsukamegaeshi.”
“Scream, Muramasa!”
The skeletal warriors wearing smelly old armor swung their Muramasa swords vigorously.
Perhaps because they were using different skills, the coordination was not as tight as I thought.
Taking advantage of the gaps in their coordination, I struck their weak spots with a single blow.
Rumble!
The bones collapsed with a single blow. It would be great if it ended like this, but these guys are the best tanks in the Allied Forces.
They’re not like evasion tanks or blood-sucking tanks, they’re immortal bastards, literally unkillable sons of b*tches.
The scattered bones rolled and merged in the air with a clatter.
“-Too slow.”
Still not enough.
To face my opponent, I need at least Kamizumi Nobutsu, Mayamoto Musashi, and Sasaki Kojiro, SSS-class samurais in their prime.
It was when I kicked them about ten times and broke them.
“You inferior species! Disappear!”
“Die by the hands of a ninja!”
Girls with jetpacks on their backs and Japanese swords in their hands flew towards me, shouting sharp cries. Their sailor uniforms fluttered at a speed comparable to that of airplanes.
13th SS Armored Division Thousand Demon Guard Adolf Hitler. An armed guard division responsible for Hitler’s personal protection.
These meticulously decorated individuals, tailored to Thousand Demon’s tastes, are renowned as killing machines even within the Yokai-Nazi Allied Forces.
They have claimed so many lives, taking advantage of their legal status as juvenile delinquents, that it’s hard to even count. I wanted nothing more than to exterminate them all…
“Huh.”
I met the gaze of the approaching girls. Lifeless eyes devoid of any vitality.
It was clear that they had fallen victim to Moyongsega’s hypnotic app.
“So the rumors were true.”
I slowly recalled the truth I read in the Chinese idiom dictionary.
The members of the 13th SS Armored Division Thousand Demon Guard Adolf Hitler, also known as the 13th Thousand Guard, were all ordinary girls.
The kung fu master, Goyongse, who held the parents of the girls hostage, lured them to a secluded place until they were hypnotized with a hypnosis app.
I think we should be somewhat lenient towards the victims of the hypnosis app. Unlike the potential yakuza who claim to be mentally weak, they were true “mental casualties.”
After the war, the members of the 13th Medical Corps, who regained their sanity through Korean medicine, served society until the day they died, repenting for their sins, as the story goes.
Considering the bitter background and the authenticity of the foreground, it seems important to take them into account, right?
In order to achieve paradise, I kill regardless of age or seniority, of course, within the limits of Yasa Yo. But this time, I decided to make an exception.
“-Bang Jeong-hwan Punch.”
To save children who have lost themselves and are being manipulated by villains, a technique named after a great person who sacrificed everything for children was unfolded.
Given the circumstances, I decided to endure the No Kids Zone Punch.
“Bevat!”
“Hoet!”
The 13th Medical Corps members who were hit by the Bang Jeong-hwan Punch were slammed into the ground at the same speed they were flying. They were enhanced humans, so they wouldn’t die from this.
“It’s too dangerous for a brat to play with. Confiscating the jetpack.”
He removed the jetpack, which was attached to the back of the closest fallen member like a turtle shell.
Whoosh-
The jetpack was still emitting hot smoke. After putting it on, he activated it.
“Ninja! Where are you going?”
“Not yet! We’re still fine!”
“Are you trying to humiliate the undead?”
Ignoring their muttering, he flew into the air, leaving behind the undead samurais.
The speed of the jetpack was so fast that he was able to easily dodge the cannons of the armored sauropods.
“Hitler… Hitler…”
As I became a plane in a shooting game, I swiftly dodged the barrage and searched for the bastard. My mind had been filled with that son of a b*tch since earlier. Heavenly Horse Gamma Ray Burst. Honestly, I couldn’t avoid it because I was taken aback, it’s just a simple technique.
The overwhelming destructive power is unbelievable. Such a pathetic third-rate martial art won’t be able to harm me this time.
“This bastard!”
I successfully caught a glimpse of Hitler yawning with his back turned.
Switching to low-altitude flight mode, I kicked away the heads of the armored-Sauruses with a ninja kick and approached him.
“-Heavenly Horse.”
Hitler extended his right hand. Once again, without even looking at me.
Damn bastard. The veins on my head are pulsating.
“Look at me!”
I’m not an attention seeker, but if he keeps doing this, it hurts my pride. It’s not respectful to the opponent to play with abandonment like this.
“Gamma Ray-“
Whether he says it or not, he’s a self-proclaimed Nine-Thousand Horse King who only shouts out the names of his techniques. As soon as the word ‘Burst’ came out, I slightly reduced the speed of the jetpack to make a sharp turn.
The control buttons were convenient because they were Nintendo Switch style. Could it be that one of the surviving samurais from World War II returned to his hometown and created Nintendo? It’s a reasonable suspicion.
“-st.”
Full brain activation! Now is the real beginning. While waiting for ‘st’, I tightly gripped the jetpack control button with my left hand.
Kwaaah!
“Ah.”
The Heavenly Horse Gamma Ray Burst was fired before the words were finished. I hastily pressed the button to change direction, but both Hitler and I knew it was futile.
“-st.”
Hitler murmured his final command with a smirk.
“Heh heh heh~!”
The guy couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer and burst out.
“…”
No matter what happens, I will kill you. With that thought in mind, he quietly accepted the approaching flash.
It had been about 5 seconds since he was hit by the Thousand-Demon Gamma Ray Burst. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the field.
Ignoring the undead samurais and dodging the cannon fire from the armored sauruses, he had captured the flying armored shark of the Blackbeard Pirates.
They weren’t as fast as the jetpacks used by the 13th Cavalry, but they were better suited as vehicles, with flexibility and judgment.
Pew pew pew-
He launched an Atlantis Aqua Missile right in the midst of the enemy. The undead samurais scattered their bones as they flew away under the overwhelming firepower.
At some point, he had chased after the 13th Cavalry and engaged in aerial combat, suppressing them one by one.
This time, he wanted to provoke Hitler by wreaking havoc while dealing with the Allied forces. Perhaps, even if he lost his judgment and became reckless, seeing his self-made empire crumbling after all the time and effort he had put into it.
“-Thousand-Demon Gamma Ray Burst.”
But that was out of the question. Hitler inserted his ultimate move without hesitation into the midst of the enemy.
Once again, I was caught off guard.
Fine. Now that it’s come to this, I’ll challenge again until I win. As soon as I woke up in the field, I hid myself in the shadows.
“-Thousand-Demon Gamma Ray Burst.”
It failed. Let’s try again. Again. Again. Again. This time, like this. Again.
– Foolish one. Isn’t it time to end this?
Por-Fena, who approached and spoke, was casually ignored.
After that, about 24 hours passed.
“-Cheonma Gamma Ray Burst.”
Two days have passed. The skill of the floating shadow seems to be getting slower.
-Shin Nobin, give up. You can’t win.
Maybe this time it’s possible.
“-Cheonma Gamma Ray Burst.”
A week has passed. I approached Hitler with my legs, which have clearly become faster than before, teasing him.
“-Cheonma Gamma Ray Burst.”
A month has passed. I have cut off the head of the Ancient Red Dragon about 300 times, and I have poked the forehead of Snake Heart with a recorder about 250 times.
-Stop. It’s time to stop now.
I took Göring’s phone, which he was rummaging through otaku items behind the army, removed the hypnotic app, and converted 13,000 zombies to our side more than 50 times.
I have tried various strategies, killing all sorts of Yasyo, and even crazy bastards, but the number of times I killed Hitler was zero.
-It won’t change like this. It’s a stupid thing to do.
I didn’t give up and continued to grow stronger. It’s been a long time since I forgot about going back to the real world.
…
It’s been about three months.
“Kuuh…!”
The strongest member of the Undead Samurai Corps, Kamizumi Nobutsuna, collapsed in front of me without any strength.
This pitiful sight, now for the tenth time. I ignored the guy and looked straight at him.
“…Impressive.”
The man in modified clothing finally spoke up.
“Now you’re finally looking this way.”
I replied briefly. What more needed to be said? Hitler’s two eyes were focused on me.