I Just Awakened My Sharingan, and You're Telling Me This Is DanMachi?

In a flash, Ryota spun around.

Bang!!

He crossed his arms in an X and braced himself against the incoming shadow head-on.

A dull impact rang out, and the ferocious shadow was actually forced back several meters, staggering before it came to a stop.

Ryota shook out his wrists, narrowing his eyes to look at the monster that had been knocked away.

It was a creature with the giant head of a boar, its skin pitch-black, with massive tusks protruding from the corners of its mouth.

Standing nearly three meters tall, it wore a tattered pelt wrapped around its waist like a skirt, revealing thick, powerful legs.

An Orc.

"You okay?!"

Lefiya hurried over, glancing worriedly at Ryota's arms.

"I'm fine. This guy actually knows how to ambush—looks like it has some brains."

"Yes," Lefiya replied, picking up the thread of conversation,

"Orcs are extremely strong. There are records of even Level 2 adventurers getting knocked out instantly if they take a direct hit. And they have a very strong attack drive—ambushes are their specialty."

As she spoke, her eyes couldn't help but settle on Ryota's arms.

Those well-defined arms didn't show the slightest sign of swelling or bruising, not even a scratch.

It was as if what had blocked the Orc's charge a moment ago wasn't a human, but some kind of weapon forged from steel.

Who's the real monster here, anyway…

Lefiya shook her head to clear the thought, then took up her familiar starting stance.

"Ryota, I'll chant—let's finish this thing!"

In her mind, Ryota had just used a ton of powerful "magic" spells in a row, and even escorted her through a swarm of monsters—his Mind had to be almost depleted by now.

Besides, she'd recovered for a while already, so casting another spell wouldn't be too much.

Now was the time for her to step up.

But in the next instant, Ryota smiled and said,

"No need, Lefiya."

At the same time, the three tomoe spun once again in his eyes.

"Perfect chance to test out my new move."

Lefiya froze in place, like something had slammed into her head, her mind buzzing.

New move?

Wait—those massive fireballs and flame bombs that could scorch an entire battlefield just now… weren't his trump card?

He had more?!

She swallowed hard without realizing it, her gaze drawn unconsciously to Ryota's face.

That familiar face, at this moment, felt impossibly far away.

Just how many things is he hiding…?

Lefiya finally understood why Loki would pay so much attention to this boy who'd only joined the Familia three days ago.

It wasn't favoritism—he was worth it.

Even if he'd gone to any other Familia, they'd treat him like their future ace…

By now, Ryota had already raised his hand, Chakra surging wildly through his body.

"Fire Style: Fierce Dragon Flame Jutsu!"

With a low shout, crimson flames burst from his mouth, instantly condensing into a roaring fire dragon that lunged forward.

ROAR—!!!

The dragon-shaped flame pierced straight through the Orc's chest in a blink.

There was no explosion, no shockwave, no tearing impact.

In the span of a single breath, the massive boar-headed monster froze in place.

Rumble—

As the fire dragon burst apart in midair, the Orc's body slowly pitched forward, then slammed to the ground with a heavy thud.

A gaping, charred hole had been burned right through its chest, smoke still curling out of it. Its life force rapidly faded away until it was nothing but black ash.

The entire process was blindingly fast.

Lefiya took quite a while before she could lower her hands.

That hadn't looked like a fight. It looked more like… an execution.

This so-called "Fierce Dragon Flame" was in a completely different dimension than any "magic" she had ever seen.

Even the battle magic she'd witnessed during expeditions had never hit her with such an overwhelming visual impact.

This guy… there's no way he's really Level 1…

She glanced at Ryota in disbelief, only to see him casually dust off his hands and walk forward to pick up the dropped Orc Hide and Magic Stone, tossing them into his backpack.

"Got the goods—let's head out."

"Today's luck is really not bad."

Lefiya could only nod like a wind-up doll, her eyes still lingering in the direction where the Orc had fallen, her mind replaying the image of that snapping, clawing fire dragon.

Her thoughts were already spinning, trying to figure out how she would explain all of this to Ais, Lady Loki, and Lady Riveria once they got back to the Familia.

He's clearly Level 1, but can crush an entire monster swarm, toss out "magic" without even chanting, and even block an Orc's charge with his bare hands…

The more she thought about it, the more her scalp tingled, the more she felt like she had just witnessed a complete breakdown of everything she thought she knew.

Suddenly, as if waking up from a daze, she looked up at Ryota, unable to hide her curiosity.

"Um… Ryota."

"How come your magic… doesn't need a chant?"

Wait, hadn't she asked this before?

Ryota paused, about to answer, but then choked a bit.

For a moment, he genuinely didn't know how to explain "Chakra" to Lefiya, let alone "hand signs" and the way ninjutsu was cast.

How was he supposed to get a girl from the DanMachi world to understand the logic of Naruto's world? That was harder than breathing fire dragons in front of her.

While he was still struggling for words, Lefiya suddenly clapped her hands with a loud smack.

"I know!"

Her face lit up with a look of revelation, and she began talking herself through it like an excited child.

"You must be using some kind of special rapid-cast magic, right?!"

"That's amazing, Ryota! So you really have that unique kind of aptitude!"

Ryota followed along smoothly,

"Mm… sure, if that's what you think."

"I knew it!"

Lefiya looked at him like he was some legendary hero, her eyes sparkling with so much admiration it was practically pouring out of her.

Seeing her so happy, Ryota silently swallowed down the explanation he'd been about to give.

—Forget it.

As long as she was happy, that was enough.