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

"..." The last person who said that almost didn't live to regret it…

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Looking at the brimming confidence of Olivas, Fron's face was full of amusement. If Revis were here to hear these words, what would she think? He really wanted to see the expression on that emotionless monster of a woman, it would surely be interesting.

But… would that woman share intelligence with Olivas? Would she reveal his true strength and hidden cards? If word got out, then… in a situation of complete isolation, using "Magic Dominator" would basically be the same as suicide, unless…

As he thought this, an image of a beautiful girl swordswoman with dazzling golden hair flashed across Fron's mind.

"Since you're so confident, I guess I have nothing more to say."

With a "boom," the blazing thunder around Fron erupted violently, then instantly converged onto his body and weapon. Treating the staff completely like a spear, Fron spun it with a flourish, his body stretching slightly.

"I'm coming, so be ready! After all, this is my first time using a staff like a spear."

"Pa!", his foot stomped on the green carpet, shattering the thin membrane beneath it. With explosive speed, his figure blurred. His movements were nothing like a mage calmly casting from the rear, but rather like a warrior, brimming with fighting spirit and sharp-eyed resolve.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang…"

The clash of weapons erupted instantly between them. The sharp, pointed tip of the staff split into countless afterimages, stabbing endlessly at the enemy's weak points. The terrifying speed tore the air, producing shrill cries.

"Hmph, just a mere mage, daring to fight me at close range, what gave you such confidence!"

Even now, this guy instinctively thought Fron was just a mage with a little bit of melee training.

"Your mouth…"

Just as Olivas thought he could casually tilt his head to dodge, a sudden slash cut open his cheek, drawing blood.

"Fighting me and still running your mouth… I swear, you people really underestimate me, don't you?"

With those words, he shifted his grip on the staff, twisted his wrist into a side hold, and cleaved downward, striking his enemy directly.

"--!?"

Olivas staggered back from the blow, jerking his head up to glare at him with venomous eyes.

"Damn you!"

Pressing the advantage, Fron blurred forward again, his spear leaving afterimages that cornered Olivas's movements, cutting off his dodges.

As Finn once said, the spear's natural advantage wasn't just its range, but also speed, faster, faster still, beyond what the enemy could react to!

And that's exactly what he did. More than that, having absorbed the essence of Revis' combat techniques, Fron interwove punches and kicks into his own system.

Forcing an opening with his staff, his left fist suddenly swung toward Olivas's chin! Too late to react, Olivas could only lean back slightly to avoid the gale-force punch, but the golden-haired youth grinned.

"Skrrch." In an instant, he closed the distance, brushing past Olivas's cheek, and whispered mockingly:

"Did you know? In Orario's adventurer circles, I have a nickname everyone acknowledges, [Unbeatable Among the Same Level]."

"Bang!"

With a flick of his grip, the staff whipped across Olivas's face. As his feet left the ground, powerless to resist, Fron tossed the spear up lightly, then pummeled his fists into Olivas's face in rapid succession.

"Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!"

Five strikes, both fists swinging, pounding mercilessly.

"You… you bastard, !"

"Haah!"

Fron caught his weapon again midair, spun with graceful strength, and unleashed a whiplash roundhouse kick, his heel smashing into Olivas's nose, blasting him away.

"Boom boom boom, !"

"Arrghhhhh, !"

The brutal force shattered the ram-horn mask on his face, twisting his features grotesquely like a warped banana, hurling his body uncontrollably through the air. Fron's sharp dynamic vision caught teeth scattering midair, he grinned and rushed again!

"Damn you, how dare you, how dare you-!"

"Pa!", his answer was a storm of thrusts, suffocating in speed and overwhelming force.

Having completely deconstructed and rebuilt Revis' techniques, Fron spent these past days absorbing them into his own. Every strike carried firm battle intent, combined with martial arts finesse, now displayed to perfection.

Olivas, wielding Asfi's specially-made short sword, was already at a disadvantage weapon-wise.

Fron's relentless technique suppressed him harder and harder, driving him into rage.

"Bang!" Olivas counterattacked. Barehanded, he caught Fron's downward spear lash, sneering coldly:

"By adventurer level classifications, that makes you around… Level 6."

"Lv.6?"

His words distracted Fron for a moment, just enough for Olivas to seize the chance, swinging a fist at him.

Fron barely managed to block with his forearm, but the sheer force reverberated through his body, unstoppable. His legs skidded back across the ground for a long distance before finally dispersing the impact.

"Gh…"

His forearm muscles visibly swelled red, the bones beneath aching faintly, forcing Fron to suck in a cold breath.

"Such heavy strength… the top of Lv.5? No, that's not right. Even a pseudo Lv.6 shouldn't be this far beyond my ability… Then this guy, "

At that moment, Fron's savage strikes shattered the mask, revealing a gaunt, shadowed face beneath.

"…This guy, could he be, "

The adventurers all turned at once, freezing when they saw that face. Especially the older ones…

After all, [Hermes Familia] were experts in intelligence, of the city's surface and underground affairs, they knew plenty. For example… about the 27th floor tragedy, and about the [Evilus]…

"Asfi's face went pale in an instant.

"[White-Haired Ghost] Olivas Act? No… impossible. You should have died during the nightmare on the 27th floor years ago! Why are you still alive???"

The impossible truth shattered Asfi's worldview.

And taking advantage of the adventurers' shock at the revelation, the madmen of the [Evilus] and Violas charged together!

"Watch out!"

"[Volley Fire Javelin]!"

Flaming orange arrows turned into a barrage of magical projectiles, raining from the sky!

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom, !"

In an instant, the wide-range annihilation magic cleared the battlefield of chaos. Its scope far exceeded Fron's quick-cast magic.

"Asfi! And Fron too!"

Everyone turned in astonishment. From the passage came three figures.

" Bete Loga! Lefiya Viridis! And… you must be Filvis Challia."

"Filvis? Isn't that…"

"Ah, [Banshee]."

"What kind of team is this…?"

"Who cares what kind, reinforcements are here, and that's all that matters!"