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Suzuki is Cute Even In A Savage World-Chapter 8Vol. 2 - .5 - Legend of the True Champion (5)
"Let's BELIEVE in Suzuki! In the invincible Forty Eight Pritis Gestures that Lady Leelou devised!"
"Yes!!"
The hero was currently being ignored at every turn by the statue of the goddess, but even so, he did not give up. While continuing the Mochi Rump, another pritis was activated.
"Radiant Smile"
"Petition!"
"Crying Humbly Alliance (Crying Omusubi)!"
He fell down, laughed, cried, ate a rice ball, and fell down again. The hero was performing such pritis that Excella could hardly believe her eyes and thought, "I think that's a little bit wrong at this point, right?"
Still, there was no change in the statue of the goddess. The statue just kept moving forward to the Imperial Capital.
"Daaamn–!! Suzuki is so fricking cuuuuute–!!"
Nephira exclaimed. When Excella looked over, Nephira was hemorrhaging so much blood that she was almost collapsing from the nosebleed.
(This mighty power! Lord Hero, you are fighting Zhaviest with all your strength!)
At first glance, the rolling sequence of pritis seemed comical, but Excella realized that the hero was fighting desperately and without pretense.
(That's right! Just like Miss Aina said, I have to believe in him! In Lord Hero!)
However, Excella noticed the look of despair on Aina's face.
"…Miss Aina?"
"S-Suzuki has no more… He has already tried all of Pritis' 48 gestures…!"
"What the heck!? Wasn't Pritis supposed to be invincible!?"
He tried everything, but the statue of the goddess wouldn't stop. If this is the situation, there is no other way but to retreat.
Then Zhaviest's taunting voice could be heard from on high.
"HEY! HEY! At this pace, we're gonna blow the imperial capital to pieces—!"
The statue of the goddess was close to the front line. The hero stood in front of the demons as if he was protecting them.
Aina shouted out to the hero in frustration.
"ENOUGH already! You've done enough!"
"That's right, Suzuki! We must retreat for now!"
Nephira also shouted. However, the hero stated it clearly.
"Not YET! That's not my all! Not yet!"
"But! You're out of options! There's no way to beat it!"
Excella also shouted to stop the hero… and then she noticed. Underneath his skirt, both of the hero's legs were scraped and bleeding.
(He is bleeding from falling too hard during his Mochi Rump!)
But, the next moment. Excella doubted her own eyes. No, it wasn't just Excella. Aina, Nephira, Kiru, and all the other demons present were astonished by the hero's action.
The hero wiped the blood from his leg with his hand and put it on his lips.
"Wh-What the hell is that…!? The color of his lips has become more vivid!"
Nephira exclaimed in surprise. Excella was similarly surprised. There was a culture of makeup in this world as well. But, a man!? He applied crimson rogue to his lips! ——— that was unthinkable by any stretch of the imagination.
(WHAT A DAMNED SURPRISE! Lord Hero, more than ever, looks like a girl!)
Excella, who was raised with the gifted education proper of a young lady, had prejudice. She was raised to believe that men should be manly and women should be ladylike.
(Ah, I don't want to see it! I don't want to see Lord Hero like this! I want Lord Hero to save the world by looking cool! Ah, huh? But, if I look closely…)
She took a slow and closer look at Suzuki's current situation and atmosphere.
(Depending on how you look at it… it is somewhat… cool?)
While Excella's feelings were shaken, Aina opened her mouth in bewilderment.
"Or rather… W-What the HELL, is that…!? Pritis doesn't have that kind of technique!"
"EEHH–!? What in the world, is that supposed to mean!?"
As if Excella's questioning voice had been heard, the hero soon spoke.
"Pritis's 48 Gestures—Forty Ninth Gesture, 'Red Lips'!"
(Forty-Ninth!? S-Such a thing! He has increased the number! There were only forty-eight pritis! All on his own!)
Excella was astonished at the unrestrained freedom of the hero.
(How can you not follow what your master taught you!? Such Selfishness! If Zhaviest is an anomaly, the hero himself is also out of the ordinary!)
Suddenly, there was a deafening explosion.
Excella looked over and saw that the right leg of the statue of the goddess, which seemed unlikely to be damaged in any way, was shattered below the knee.
"H-Hey! Hey!"
Zhaviest's voice came out in irritation as the statue of the goddess kneeled on one knee. Zhaviest, perched on one shoulder, lost his balance but somehow managed to brace himself around the massive arm.
"I-It worked!! It had an effect!!"
Excella could not understand———
(For what reason, would red-colored lips destroy the right foot of the statue of goddess?)
But the hero, as if in pursuit, followed up by pointing his fingers at his lips. freewёbnoνel.com
"Pritis's 48 Gestures—Fiftieth Gesture, 'Lips Throwing'!"
Then, with a smooch "chun," he threw a kiss toward the statue of the goddess. Then Nephira shouted out.
"AAHH AHH AH A–!! What a lascivious gesture! U-Unendurable! I want you to do the same thing to me, too!!"
And then Excella exclaimed something else.
"He is banging like a drum on his own and selfishly adding more and more pritis!? Isn't it rather absurd that there are only forty-eight gestures in total, but he performed a fiftieth gesture!?"
"…There's nothing wrong with that at all."
Aina muttered with a serious face as she explained.
"Every day, I focused solely on honing the skills that Lady Leelou had taught me. But Suzuki went beyond that by improving Pritis in his OWN WAY!"
"W-Well, It certainly sounds impressive when you put it that way…!"
"As Zhaviest said, the heavenly power might have been a more advanced power bestowed by the goddess! But you know! Suzuki HAS been making advancements, too!"
Following Aina's gaze, Excella looked up far above her. The golden face of the statue of the goddess that received 'Lips Throwing' was soon cracked. The cracks gradually spread from the face of the statue of the goddess to her neck, upper body, and then to her entire body.
Eventually, the golden statue of the goddess exploded with a rumbling sound that shook the Miremia Plains.