Overgeared

“Haha.”

Piaro returned with the soldiers from digging potatoes and noticed that His Majesty had returned. His fighting energy soared like it was provoking the sky. Piaro could perceive the ferocious spirit that made even Mother Nature nervous.

“Mercedes must be sad. You just embraced her only to apply for a duel.”

Piaro assimilated with the wind through Natural State and ran to the training ground. He was happy to see Grid and Mercedes sharing a hug. Mercedes showed her love for the first time and rather than responding to her courage, Grid applied for a duel. Mercedes must be feeling hurt. Mercedes immediately removed the faint smile she showed to Grid and faced Piaro with an expressionless face. “We never shared a hug.”

“I’ve already seen it.”

“I was just dizzy for a moment. His Majesty supported me.”

“Hehe, it is refreshing.”

Mercedes didn’t know that her cheeks were slightly red. Piaro smiled at the rare sight of her being distracted and knelt down in front of Grid. It was a tribute to Grid, who gave the Red Knights a second life. He was also thankful for Grid’s safe return. “This Piaro eagerly welcomes Your Majesty who has returned from your exploits that threatened the skies.”

“I heard you captured the Gauss Kingdom perfectly while I was away? You’ve really worked hard.”

“This is the life Your Majesty has given me. If you hadn’t taken me away, I wouldn’t be who I am now. The only reason why I was able to win the war was due to Your Majesty’s grace, so Your Majesty shouldn’t praise me.”

“......”

Piaro was originally lacking in thought. No matter the position of the people around him, he just smiled and went his own way. It was rare for him to be so excited. Grid smiled when he saw that Piaro’s always wrinkled and dirt covered clothes were ironed today. “Why does it feel like your spirit is soaring into the sky? Are you happy these days? Is it because of your wife?”

“...Hum hum, I won’t deny it. How can I not be happy when Your Majesty made me a human again and Beniyaru gave me love?” Piaro frankly replied and then activated his pure energy.

The mud stuck to the hand plow and sickle were burned away by the strong pure energy. The hoes and sickle showed a sword-like sharpness that was intimidating.

“I, Piaro, will accept Your Majesty’s application for a duel.”

“It is good that you’re so straightforward.”

[The duel with ‘Piaro’ has started.]

[In dueling mode, no one will die even if they reach the minimum health.]

[The battle is decided the moment one side’s health reaches the minimum.]

Just as Grid had grown steadily, Piaro had also grown. In particular, his Natural State had reached a deeper stage since being taught by Braham.

“The greatest strength of Natural State is the variability of energy.”

Piaro engraved Braham’s teachings once again into his heart and entrusted his body to the wind. He closed his eyes and read the nature of the wind touching his skin. Then he reproduced it with pure energy.

“......!”

“......!”

energy, which was originally hard and sharp, changed so it was as soft

property that can’t be broken with

entering a new phase she had never seen before. Mercedes was concerned that Grid would

and speed and was rushing straight at Piaro. She obviously thought that he would be swept away by Piaro’s pure energy, which was like the wind itself. The same was true for

Majesty is

that Piaro’s

pure

greater possibilities than anyone else. There

On the other hand...

it too early for His Majesty

scene after following Piaro, who had suddenly run off instead of digging for potatoes. Now he showed skepticism. He had witnessed Grid’s

“...?”

victory? Hurent shrugged as he put down the sack of rice and sat on it. “Yes, he will be beaten by

“...?”

then, there was

“......!”

collided with Grid’s sword, Grid’s body should’ve been swept up in the airflow. Instead, he unexpectedly held still in the midst of the

‘White Tiger’s Posture!’

giant tree. The ‘immobile’ effect of White Tiger’s Posture was

“......!”

didn’t miss Grid staring straight at

‘He didn’t avoid it?’

the attack in advance but not responding meant there were probably hidden intentions. It was as expected. Piaro also seemed to notice it. However, his sickle was already aiming at Grid’s brow. There was a noise like metal colliding with stone. Piaro’s wrists cramped like crazy while Grid

“......!”

surprised was Singuled.

‘A stone head...!’

Piaro. Piaro kept wielding his sickle as Singuled clicked his tongue. He repeatedly stabbed at one spot as

immune

to frown at his pained wrists. He finally showed his true skills. The First Style of Free Farming, Sowing Seeds, unfolded splendidly. Hundreds

Natural State. The seeds he threw were already holding the pure energy of the earth. He could immediately sprout new

2nd

of sweet potatoes larger than an adult man released stems that tangled together and took control of the space around Grid. Piaro weaved the dozens of stems into one and

“Sweet Potato Battering!”

originally a technique that could only be used by linking Sowing Seeds, Rapid Growth, and Harvest. It was a concept where seeds were planted in the ground, the sweet potatoes grown and then harvested. Naturally, it had to go through

of sweet potatoes hanging from the stems struck and devastated the land. He swung

“A-Aaaaack!”

gathered to watch the fight were flustered. Every time the stem of sweet potatoes struck the ground,

be a spar but this is too ruthless against

and recalled memories of the past. For Piaro, who usually became a demon the moment he held the sword, a spar was no different from a real battle. He was eager to fight against the strong in order to reach the realm of Sword Saint. Singuled was someone dissatisfied with this aspect of Piaro’s personality. What knight was there who would fight against

of chivalry

to Singuled, “The sweet potatoes are being

“...Are you hungry?”

a serious battle? Singuled felt it was absurd only to become shocked and his nose shook. It really smelled delicious. It was the smell of delicious cooked

‘What?’

confrontation that he knew was about to end. He captured the moment when the sweet potatoes smashing the ground appeared through the dust. Then he saw it. Piaro’s sweet potatoes were all golden-brown in a cooked