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

"This is just the beginning."

"Hah!" With a stomp of his left foot, Fron blurred and once again charged forward!

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The staff tip, wrapped in purple light, danced in chaotic motions, its afterimages even tearing through the forceful winds, making the very air wail in sorrow.

But faced with such high-speed and continuous attacks, Ottar wielded his great sword before himself with flawless precision born of superhuman skill, leaving no openings. His entire figure stood like an immovable iron tower, without even the slightest change in expression against the oncoming wave-like assault.

"Tch." , Realizing that his attacks had absolutely no effect on Ottar, Fron's eyes gleamed even brighter!

"That's it!"

Clang, clang, clang, clang,

Sparks flew as staff and great sword collided, their blurred silhouettes crossing again and again.

Around the unmoving towering warrior, Fron's nimble footwork wove and darted, trying relentlessly to force his opponent back.

Only when he unleashed the entirety of his strength did Ottar's expression change ever so slightly, showing the faintest sign of pressure.

With a sharp crack, the staff swung down from above, buzzing as it swept toward Ottar, finally forcing him to step away from his original spot.

"To think you could grow stronger even mid-battle... I underestimated you a little." That man's deep, resonant voice calmly conveyed his view of Fron.

"Then I suppose I should get a little more serious." Fron grinned widely.

"I look forward to it!"

Boom… The third round, both of them moved at the same time!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,

Explosive sounds of the air shattering erupted around them, rattling eardrums and hammering the spirit.

As their fight grew more intense, their figures blurred further, trading blows while darting with blinding speed.

They left stunned onlookers behind as they fought all the way from the 6th floor corridor to the 7th floor.

Even monsters that happened to appear and land with a croak were instantly destroyed by the aftershocks of their clashing winds before they could even be aware.

They battled purely with their own status and skills, using neither magic nor techniques, simply meeting each other head-on.

"Hey, hey, hey, there's fighting over there!"

"Damn, isn't that… [Flame Demon] and [King]? Holy shit, why the hell are those two tearing it up here!? Run!"

"Run? Aren't you curious about this huge scoop?"

"Curious, my ass! You trying to get yourself killed!?"

"?"

Boom…

Once again, the staff was struck aside by the great sword, the sheer force shattering stalactites in the cavern, sending rubble flying and terrifying nearby adventurers into scattering for their lives.

At the same time, Fron was sent flying yet again.

"Cough, cough…"

Feeling his trembling arms and slightly cramping body, Fron's face twitched with pain as he drew in a sharp breath.

"Is that all? No, you can be stronger, give me more joy, Flame Demon!!!!!!"

As the battle dragged on, Ottar's blood as an adventurer boiled all the more fiercely.

"As you wish!" Biting his lip, the battle intent in Fron's eyes burned wildly!

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"This human boy, if I'm not mistaken, isn't he that guy from before?"

Aside from Fron, Finn, Ais, and the others entered the vast cavern and saw the boy fighting a Minotaur.

"He's only Level 1, right? At this rate… he'll die!"

The kind-hearted Tiona, watching the youth fight desperately against the Minotaur, grew slightly worried.

But when the same thought came from Bete's mouth, it sounded entirely different.

"Tch, how boring. If he's that weak, he should've stayed safe on the surface. Why bother dragging trouble down here!?"

Hearing everyone's comments, Riveria closed one eye thoughtfully.

"That boy, just a month and a half ago, he was still a rookie. But look at his fighting style now. Are you sure he's really a rookie? I still remember Fron once said: don't underestimate that boy, he has something special."

"Is that so… then let's just watch for now. Besides, in the dungeon, it's an unspoken rule not to interfere with someone else's prey, isn't it?"

Finally, Finn gave the order to simply "observe with concern."

Even if they didn't directly step in to kill the Minotaur, just their presence here already showed respect for him.

Aside from the Minotaur battle, Fron and Ottar's clash only grew fiercer.

Their figures continuously crossed beneath the dungeon's phosphorescent glow, moving so fast that afterimages trailed behind them.

The surrounding floor and walls shattered under the impact, fragments scattering like falling petals.

The spear like staff and great sword collided again and again, at such speeds that even the eye couldn't follow, the exchange of dozens of blows occurring in just the blink of an eye.

Under their extraordinary strength, the weapons rang with deafening resonance.

The furious exchange left Fron's Goliath cloak scarred with cuts, while Ottar's gauntlets and shirt also bore several tears.

Though only a little more than ten minutes had passed since the fight began, the intensity left even Fron breathing slightly harder.

Meanwhile, Ottar's breathing remained calm and steady. By this alone, Fron was clearly suppressed.

Yet even in such a fierce clash, both held back somewhat, neither had unleashed their true power.

But for Fron… this was already enough.

Boom…

Ottar, using his superior strength, knocked aside Fron's attack and deliberately stepped back a few paces.

"…?"

With practiced calm, Ottar sheathed his great sword across his back and spoke slowly.

"My mission is complete. The game ends here."

Narrowing his golden eyes, Fron listened faintly to the sounds of battle deeper in the floor, thoughtful.

"This farce… your goddess really went through with it."

Walking forward, brushing past Ottar, Fron spoke with a half-smile, words that sounded strange to others but made Ottar's face tighten.

"Flame Demon, you'd best not meddle in matters of that lady. I merely follow her orders."

Being part of the Loki Familia, Fron naturally understood the situation of the Freya Familia well, and thus grasped Ottar's meaning.

He slung his staff across his back once more, waved casually without looking back, and let his figure fade into the darkness, leaving behind a faint drifting remark:

"You think I have time to waste? I can barely handle my own affairs, no time to play children's games."

Ottar too departed without turning back.

"I thought as much."