Damn Reincarnation

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If Molon had just been swinging his fist forward a moment before, now he had actually taken a proper stance and was throwing a good punch.

Eclipse exploded.

Then, it was wiped away in the blink of an eye.

It was undoubtedly a complex and densely bound mass of mana, but it still couldn’t withstand Molon’s barbaric, limitless power.

Whoooosh!

‘I am going to die.’

Right as Eugene was about to feel once more that sensation he had felt once before, the fist, which seemed like it was guaranteed to blast his body into tiny pieces, stopped right in front of his nose.
The enormous strength was gone in an instant, leaving behind only a breeze that sent Eugene’s hair into a flutter.

“Is this enough, Hamel?” Molon said with his fist still outstretched.

“That idiot,” Anise, who was still watching from a distance, cursed as her expression twisted terribly.

Eugene didn’t say anything and just looked between Molon’s fist and Molon’s face, which could be seen past it.
Because of the emotional shock, the burst of wind, and other such reasons, Eugene couldn’t even think to close his lips that were parted in a daze.

“You’re strong,” Molon complimented him.
“However, I’m stronger.
I am even stronger than I was three hundred years ago.
So you can’t beat me.”

Eugene was silent.

“Hamel, I’m not completely sure why you wanted to fight with me.
Were you angry because I’ve changed? Even in the old days, you were rough, but kind-hearted.
Because of that, I think that the reason why you’re doing this is for my sake.”

Eugene remained silent.

“While I was fighting you, I recalled the memories from my past.
It allowed me to ruminate on the mission that was given to me.
My hundreds of years spent doing this were meaningful.
I was able to reunite with you and Anise.
That alone would make me—”

“Hey.”

Belatedly, Eugene’s lips fell shut.
His hair, which had been blown back by the wind, slowly settled back down.
Eugene placed a hand on his restlessly thumping chest.
His head was dizzy and his eyes were throbbing.

Still, Eugene forcefully demanded, “Are you crazy?”

Just now, Molon had stopped his fist completely.
He hadn’t even hit Eugene.
Had he thought that Eugene would die if the hit landed? Although he knew he was supposed to be grateful for the consideration, Eugene’s stomach felt like it was being twisted into knots.
Eugene wouldn’t have felt like this if Molon had just reduced the power of the blow to the extent where he wouldn’t die from it.

Indeed…what really, truly made Eugene angry was that Molon had completely withdrawn all the strength from his fist.

Eugene was weaker than Molon.
If Molon wanted to verify this, the method wasn’t that difficult.
All that Molon needed to do was beat Eugene up until he wasn’t able to fight any longer.

Eugene had thought that, since his opponent was Molon, that was what was going to happen.
No matter who the opponent was, Molon would never sympathize with them.
Warriors should always be clearly convinced of their victory or defeat.
That was what Molon always said about a fight between warriors.

“Were you taking it easy on me?”

If his opponent had been someone else, Eugene wouldn’t have been feeling this intensely agitated.
It was because his opponent was Molon that Eugene….

“On me?” Eugene repeated.

In fact, Eugene wasn’t necessarily enraged because this was Molon.
Even if they died once and had been reincarnated, it seemed that someone’s fundamental nature never changed, and Eugene had always truly hated this sort of thing.

Once fists had started flying, even if you couldn’t finish the fight, there should at least be nosebleeds, but to actually stop your fist right in front of your foe—

‘What? You’re asking if this is enough? You’re saying that there’s no need to continue? You say that there’s no way that I can win?’

Molon cautiously addressed him, “Hamel, you seem to have misunderstood something….”

Misunderstanding? There wasn’t anything to misunderstand about it.

Even though he hadn’t intended to go this far, Eugene still clutched at his frantically pounding heart.
His heart, which had already been throbbing with displeasure, irritation, and anger, began beating even more violently.

Anise, who was watching this scene from a distance, let out a deep sigh.
Molon also reacted by flinching and taking a step back.
There was no way that these two people, who had fought together with Hamel three hundred years ago, couldn’t tell what Eugene was doing now.

As his fingers massaged his heart, the spinning Cores began to run wild.

This was Ignition.

However, it was different from before.
Even Eugene himself couldn’t begin to guess how much more explosive the Ignition of the Sixth-Star White Flame Formula would be.

Hadn’t things actually worked out for the better? Usually, he wasn’t able to pour out all his strength, but if his opponent was Molon, then Eugene wouldn’t need to worry about killing him.
Purple flames began to swirl around Eugene.
The single wing of Prominence soared even higher as it grew larger.

Molon didn’t say anything more and just stood there silently.
The flames of Eugene’s mana were burning fiercely, but the glow in Eugene’s eyes was even more intense than that.

Molon belatedly lowered his fist, which had still been outstretched in front of him, but he did not unclench his fists.
He laughed, seemingly unaware that he was laughing, then raised his clenched fists back up into a fighting stance.

Eugene charged forward, his body so full of strength that it was about to explode.

Now that he thought about it, Eugene had made a mistake from the very beginning.
Against an idiot like Molon, why had he fought with a skill-oriented battle-style that made use of Prominence’s Spatial Leap and the sunspot bombardment? Molon wasn’t even skilled at that sort of fight, nor was he foolish enough to have any openings that Eugene could dig into.

Therefore, whether it was three hundred years ago or now, when fighting against Molon, the approach to fighting that he was taking right now was the most suitable.

Prominence’s feathers all burned up at once.
Eugene’s body shot forward in a ridiculously fast flash of lightning.
Even if it wasn’t as complex as that of Eclipse, layers of sword-force overlaid with the Empty Sword covered Eugene’s fist.

Crackle!

Eugene’s fist landed on Molon’s cheek.
The previous attack hadn’t been able to move Molon in the slightest, but with Ignition activated…Molon’s head turned slightly to the side.

“Ptew,” Molon reflexively spat out some blood from a wound inside of his mouth, then froze for a few moments.

How long had it been since he last shed blood? Once he started thinking about this, Molon’s head no longer felt cloudy.
In fact, he felt the same way he had three hundred years ago, and his weary eyes lit up with the same light that they had had in his youth.

Grgrgrk!

Molon ground his teeth, which had just tasted blood after so many years, and threw out his fist.

This fist was intended to hit Eugene.
It didn’t miss.

Eugene sharpened his concentration to its limit as he prepared to receive Molon’s fist.
The force behind it wasn’t something that he could take head-on.
Diverting the flow of an attack was something that Eugene had been good at ever since his previous life, but no matter how good he was at deflecting, a force of this level would still leave his bones tingling.

‘However, I can still take this,’ Eugene encouraged himself.

It didn’t go as far as the earlier blow, which had made Eugene feel his impending death.
While this blow felt like it would shatter his body if it landed, as long as he didn’t get hit by it directly, Eugene could still endure it.

And thus, the slugfest began.

How long had it been since Molon had last swung his fist so vigorously? He hadn’t had to punch like this in hundreds of years.
The Nur was certainly an ominous existence, but it had never been the kind of opponent that required Molon to give it his all.
Just a punch or a swing of his ax, that was all that was needed to kill it.

Whenever his lust for battle boiled over, Molon would punch himself in the face.
He would scratch the ground and slam his head into it.
Yet, all of these measures were futile.

But now?

Molon knew that even now, he still couldn’t put his full power into the fist that he was swinging.
No matter how much he wanted to, Molon couldn’t afford to strike his opponent with all his might.
No matter how strong Hamel had become after casting Ignition, irreversible consequences would occur if he was forced to face Molon’s full power.

But strangely enough… Molon’s fist felt heavy.
Even without pouring all his might into it, his chest didn’t feel like it was being constrained.
This was because something other than pure strength was being infused into his fist.
Within his fist, there was a variety of complex emotions that even Molon himself couldn’t fully describe.

However, among all these emotions, Molon knew which one was the most important.

It was loneliness.

His hundreds of years of solitude were being packed into his fist and sent flying at an old friend from a time when he hadn’t been so lonely.

Their fists continued to swing at each other.
Yet, even with just that, Molon felt a satisfaction within his chest like never before.

“Pft,” Molon snorted.

As one blow after another landed on his nose, blood began to spurt.
Without wiping away his nosebleed, Molon just smiled.

Booom!

Molon heard a panting breath, then Eugene’s fist met with his abdomen at full speed.
The only effect was that Molon was a little shaken.

“What’s wrong, Hamel?!” Molon shouted in a voice filled with glee.

Even though Eugene had accurately aimed for the pit of his stomach, Molon’s breathing was fine.
However, Eugene’s breathing was a mess.
His flames, which had burned so intensely at first, had died down to a point even lower than they were at the start.

“I can still keep fighting!” Eugene stubbornly insisted.

Bam!

Molon swung his palm and slapped Eugene on the shoulder.
This time, he was only holding back a bare minimum.

Eugene summoned a flame shield, but it was completely shattered, and his bones also couldn’t escape the fate of being crushed.
With this, Eugene’s left arm was no longer usable.

“Look out, Hamel!” Molon warned Eugene with a chuckle as he raised his fist.

Molon’s fist fell toward Eugene’s head.
Eugene was still off-balance from his injuries, but he quickly responded to the attack.
All of Prominence’s feathers moved to cover the top of his head, and he raised his right arm in preparation to block Molon’s fist.

Craracrack!

The feathers were obliterated and Eugene’s right arm was also broken.
The rest of the force from the blow that hadn’t been dispersed hammered down onto Eugene’s body, forcing him to his knees.

“I win!” Molon gloated.

The victory that Molon was currently celebrating was completely different from his previous one.
He was laughing sincerely, and he had declared this win with a prideful shout.

Eugene was burning up on the inside.
He wanted to say something to refute Molon’s victory, but unlike earlier, he didn’t have any grounds to argue against it.
Both of his arms were broken.
He had also lost control of his legs.
Apart from that, his internal organs were also damaged on top of all his minor fractures.
And if that wasn’t enough…Ignition was slowly coming to an end.

This had been a reckless slugfest.

There was no way in hell that Eugene could defeat Molon in one of those.
Even in his previous life as Hamel, if he had gotten into a slugfest with Molon, he would have lost every time.

“That’s right, you son of a bitch,” Eugene conceded with a sigh, holding back his anger and the pain coursing through his whole body.
“As a three hundred year old, does it feel good to defeat a twenty-one year old?”

“Huh?” Molon grunted.

Eugene repeated himself, but with a curse on top.
“I said, does it fucking feel good?”

“I’m not sure what you mean by that, Hamel.
You’re the one who started the fight, no?” Molon logically pointed out.

Eugene just screamed loudly in response, “I asked you if it feels good!!!”

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The author has started to use ‘sunspots’ to refer to the completely blackened suns of a fully charged Eclipse.
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