Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1230: Pause for Trash talk...

During his travels with Zhen Liu over the past few weeks, Lythero had eventually asked a question that had only manifested in his head after talking to the man about his life and all of the crazy adventures he had been on since becoming Kaijin Lord.

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A question that simply boiled down to: "Why is your luck so freaking weird?"

In response, Zhen Liu simply shrugged and gave an answer that was non-committal but sort of made sense.

"Look man, as far as I can tell, my luck is like this because the universe has been trying to figure out a way to kill me again after I managed to escape death’s grasp the first time with the arrow in my head, or the fact that I cultivate [Chaos] and [Chaos] is the power of random chance and emotional insanity. Pick your poison."

Lythero had been thinking it was the former option at first, but as of late, he had been leaning towards the latter idea.

Especially now that he was about to go toe to toe with someone who not only knew who he was, but also understood that he was on a revenge quest against them.

Needless to say, he needed a lot of answers right now.

And surprisingly, the Blue Mirror of War was okay with the extended dialogue before the actual fighting began.

[It appears my next two combatants have a history with one another. How amusing. Be sure to keep this anger and hatred up while you’re actually fighting.]

"No need to worry about that," Obara assured the giant skeleton. "My uncle will be quite pleased with me if I present to him, not only the severed head of this hateful bastard, but the swords of the sinners who killed his son, my cousin, all the those years ago. I know I will."

[Excellent.]

"Okay, pause," Lythero interjected with justifiable anger and annoyance on his face."How the fuck do you know who I am, and why the fuck are you here?!"

"Well, I was thinking of just killing you without answering your questions, so that it would haunt you into the afterlife, but your reaction right now is so amusing that I might as well send you to the afterlife with your mind at ease. You will die screaming though."

"What the fuck?" Antonio commented as he heard this unhinged polite talk being exchanged before him. "Are all members of the Golden Sabertooth House like this?"

"In order of the questions you asked," Obara continued while ignoring Antonio’s commentary, but mentally promising to rip his head off later. "I know exactly who you are because I just so happened to be there on the night that your masters killed my cousin, Komoro, in cold blood. I was much weaker at the time and had been hiding so that I wouldn’t get in the way."

"Cold blood, my ass!" Lythero interrupted before Obara could continue talking. "Your cousin was in the middle of a literal slaughter when we showed up to put a stop to him! And before you lie to me and the people around me about something like that, the smell of burning flesh as someone gets eaten alive is not something one easily forgets."

"To be fair, it wasn’t Komoro that was eating people."

"THE FACT THAT THERE WAS CANNIBALISM AT ALL IS A BAD THING!"

"But moving on, I am here because Duke Diamoro took me and several prodigies of the clan to come and train. Honestly, it was just a surprising coincidence that I ran into you here at all."

"That...makes sense."

"Although, I did hear rumors about you being active again from some soldiers of the branch organizations who were drunkenly lamenting the shame on their names. Something about you and a friend humiliating the leaders of the Cortez or Coben company, I don’t know, some inconsequential group, but they got ignored due to the fact that it was reported that they were rendered left naked and afraid in the local jungle. Kind of hard to take someone like that seriously, you know?"

"That’s...huh."

Lythero kind of thought Zhen Liu’s logic of leaving opponents alive was stupid and would eventually come back to bite him in the ass, so seeing that it had actually paid off was a little jarring.

Regardless, now that he had his questions answered, Lythero was more than ready to fight.

"Now then, are you ready to face your death at the hands of my [Astra], the-"

"Hey! Blue Mirror!" Lythero shouted at the giant skeleton. "Before we begin for real, can you let go of that zako in your hands? He’s kind of carrying my stuff."

[Huh?]

"GRR! GRR! GRR!"

[Oh, right. I forgot I was holding you in my hands. My apologies,] Blue Mirror of War said before putting the zako with a wooden box on his back, back down on the ground.

Once he was on the ground, the zakos proceeded to take off the box on his back and place it by Lythero’s side before running off to the side.

With a solid tap of his fist against the box’s top, Lythero opened it and revealed to the world, a collection of seven Gold tiered aether swords.

[Oh ho. Now that’s an impressive sight,] Blue Mirror of War praised at the sight of the swords. [You carry a rather heavy legacy on your back, young man.]

"I’m aware."

"Oh ho..."

Naked greed could be seen manifesting in Obara’s eyes as he saw the Gold Tiered swords come into view. Apparently, he had wanted to do a bit more with them than simply present it to his uncle.

"You know, I have a few Gold tiered treasures myself," Obara openly boasted. "But nothing as impressive as one of those swords. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve offered to spare your life in exchange for one of those blades."

"Yeah, well, you get to die by one of them instead," Lythero retorted while pulling out Master Coyote’s [Trickster Pack Kukri].

Once he had the blade in his hand, Lythero spun it once to get used to the weight and summoned his [Regalia] and [Astra] at the same time.

"Whoa, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you use them," Antonio commented at the sight of his friend’s aether abilities. "They’re a lot more regal looking than I thought.

Lythero’s [Regalia] had a clear sun and sword motif going on, with five decorative sun emblems decorating his torso, shoulders and head while seven sword-like drawings wrapped his body.

[Wait, this formula...]

The accompanying [Astra] was a bit odd looking though.

"What the what? Why is it so...small?"

While Antonio had only known Lythero for a few weeks, he knew the man to be a hell of a swordsman. As such, he figured that his [Astra] would take on the form of a sword as well, an eighth blade to accompany the other seven he carried on his back.

Technically, he was half right.

Lythero’s [Astra] took on the form of a sword’s hilt that had a pommel shaped like a bird’s head and a crossguard shaped like a sun.

In sharp contrast to Obara’s [Astra], that took on the form of a three-section staff with clawed ends, it looked rather unimpressive.

"Really? With a [Regalia] that loud, I figured the accompanying [Astra] would be equally loud," Obara taunted. "I’m surprised."

"Uh huh," Lythero non-committally agreed as he spun the sword hilt in the same way he spun the kukri moments ago. "Just keep talking. It’ll make it more satisfying to cut out your tongue."

FWOOSH!

"Oh, that’s why it’s a hilt."

After Lythero spun around the hilt, he swung it downward and released a jet of flames that quickly took the form of a blade that looked exactly like the Gold tiered treasures blade in his other hand.

Grrr...

Accompanying this change, Lythero’s [Regalia] suddenly developed several subtle details that gave it a coyote motif.

Needless to say, this change shocked everyone present.

"Your [Regalia] just...changed."

"Yup."

"No [Regalia] just changes on a whim like that!" Obara shouted in disbelief. "They’re a representation of one’s heart! The strengths of one’s conviction. Any changes that manifest on a [Regalia] involves one’s heart to change on a fundamental level, for the ideals to change to the point that weaknesses form. So why does your [Regalia] still feels...complete?"

"Like the big guy above me said earlier," Lythero answered. "I’m carrying the legacy of seven swordsmasters who died fighting for what they believed in and against those who dared to subject others to cruelty and tyranny. As their disciples, wouldn’t it make sense for me to carry their lessons to heart?"

As these words left Lythero’s lips, a hazy hot aura began to form around him and take the form of shadowy figures that resembled seven distinct looking swordsmen.

"This next trick of mine is something I invented after travelling with someone who had multiple voices in his head. This a pale imitation of what he can do, but it should be enough for you."

[Seven Vagabonds Behead the Tyrant!]