Is It Wrong For Me To Start With Three Skills In Danmachi ?!

Step…

"Huh?"

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"Step, step, step, step …"

The sudden, heavy collision sound came from far to near, like a pebble dropped into the joyous atmosphere, rippling the calm.

That kind of sound was like the hollow thump when walking in loose rain boots.

"Clang", [Short Sword No. 5] had already appeared in his hand. Fron sidestepped in front of Lulune, raised an arm to shield her behind him, his gaze sharp and cold, staring at the slowly approaching "man."

"Oh? Didn't expect your perception to be quite sharp? But judging from the details, you don't seem like a warrior."

'Warrior? What kind of age old profession is that?'

Fron mocked inwardly, but kept all his attention focused on the opponent.

"Wh-what's wrong? Who… who is he?"

Lulune shuddered, trembling as she whispered timidly from behind Fron.

"Weren't you afraid of being caught by the killer? Well, now he's here. How does it feel?"

"… Wha? Didn't they say the killer was a woman? But he's clearly a man…"

"Step", the mysterious figure in full armor stopped ten meters away from the two, then spoke slowly: "Discovered my identity? No matter, I've already found what I came for. I'll just strip it off."

"?"

Before Lulune could understand his words, the man made a move.

He lifted his hand, fingers slightly curled, and with a light grasp, that thing was pulled out.

"Urgh…" In that instant, Lulune finally understood what he meant by "strip it off."

"Ugh… th-that's…"

Fron, however, wasn't shocked by the sight. His past life memories had contained scenes far more horrifying, though those were works of art, not the reality in front of him.

Casting a glance at the torn human skin on the ground, he frowned:

"I read in a magic book once, if your tear the skin of a human and use it through some kind of flower's juice found in the dungeon. That's what this is, right?"

"Oh?"

The beautiful woman revealed her true face, narrowing her emerald eyes at Fron, her calm tone laced with faint praise.

"You're not bad yourself, knowing such knowledge."

As she spoke, she removed her disguise piece by piece, the armor fell to the ground one after another, leaving only her gauntlets and boots, fully exposing her true form.

Fron had to admit: the red-haired woman's beauty and figure were top-class. But knowing her identity, he felt no lust at all. The woman before him was monstrously strong.

"Overpraise. I only know a little. So, let me confirm again, you're the real murderer who killed Hassan, aren't you?"

The red-haired woman's lips curved into a cold arc as she drew the great sword from her back.

"Heh, a stalling tactic? Boring. Hand it over."

Her intellect was evident, whether orchestrating chaos in Rivira Town by driving monsters, or instantly seeing through Fron's stalling strategy, she acted decisively.

'Tch, not easy to deal with.' Staring intently at the red-haired woman, Fron's mind rang with alarms.

Strong. Very strong. Incredibly strong!

The sheer pressure of her presence alone surpassed that of a floor boss like Goliath.

It was clear, her strength was terrifyingly real.

"Not answering? I thought you were smart, but it seems not."

"Die."

"Boom", the ground shattered. The red-haired woman, Revis, blurred into motion, suddenly closing the distance to Fron, swinging her greatsword down in a killing strike.

A brutal assault, a one-hit kill tactic, Fron's vigilance toward his foe soared.

"Clang!"

The short sword parried the vertical slash precisely, the terrifying force transmitted through the blade numbing his arm.

"Interesting. Then how about this!"

"Bang!", a whipping kick, like a flash of crimson lightning, struck Fron square in the chest.

"Crash…" Like a bullet, he was blown away.

"Now then, hand it over."

Looking down coldly at the trembling dog-girl kneeling on the ground, Revis spoke with icy contempt.

"P-please… don't kill me!"

"Too much nonsense."

As she said this, she raised her hand, unleashing killing intent.

"[Face your end! (Ragnarok)]"

"[Surtr!]"

--?

Revis's eyes flicked aside, startled, as a figure wreathed in black-red flame and thunder flashed by like a streak of black light!

A lightning-fast charge, the blade, cloaked in destructive power, sliced toward her!

At the critical moment, the woman tilted her head slightly, casually dodging the long-prepared counterattack.

A few strands of red hair drifted to the ground. Silence fell.

"Not dead? Impossible! That strike should have…"

"You thought that was enough to defeat me? Don't underestimate me. I'm not in the same league as a small fry."

Blood dripped from the corner of Fron's mouth, yet his golden eyes glinted mockingly, his will unshaken.

With a "clack," Revis gripped her greatsword tighter, swinging it lightly, then set herself into a battle stance, this time, she was serious.

Slightly lifting her eyes, she scrutinized the blond youth before her.

"Black flames and crimson thunder… so it's an augmenting magic, boosting all attributes. You used your stats to withstand my strike."

"But, even so, that's all."

--!?

From stillness to acceleration, Revis' movement defied logic, within a blink she was upon Fron again, her eerie great sword slashing mercilessly.

The shriek of tearing air made his scalp tingle, but it wasn't fatal!

With his magic activated, Fron could at least hold her off, even if he couldn't win.

He couldn't afford to be passive. Instantly analyzing their gap in strength, Fron chose to charge head-on.

In a flash, the two clashed fiercely.

"Clang clang clang clang, "

Metal screeched, blades collided, sparks bursting between short sword and great sword in a furious exchange.

"You can actually keep up with my speed?"

Revis narrowed her eyes, staring into Fron's golden pupils, faintly incredulous.

"Told you, don't underestimate me, or you'll pay for it."

"Heh, bold words. Let's see your skill."

"Ha!"

"Boom…"

Their immense powers clashed, the shockwave shattering the surrounding azure crystals into glittering fragments that rained down from above!

Locked in a fierce battle, the two quickly left behind the dumbstruck, frozen Lulune, running off into the distance.