That Unique Monster Who Just Got the 'Consciousness' Passive Skill Chapter 79 Well Hidden

The stage was broad. I could do that just fine. Oh, and it sure went quickly. It was super sudden. I just entered the action, and I'd already bumped into an enemy. Gripping more fiercely onto the hilt of my sword, I unleashed it and slashed at the enemy. The foe was only one orc who'd been unfortunate enough to cross paths with right from the get-go.

And while being unfortunate wasn't enough misfortune for himself, he also didn't notice at all. I was too tiny compared to him, so I understood. Maybe I was too quick, too. Either way, I could afford to assault the demi-human before he noticed anything. Down on his right flank, I decided not to go too strong and only gashed two clean cuts. The cut was shallow, as expected, but the orc did lean to the side. Noticing , he let out a grunt.

And suddenly, I felt sothing behind . A huge sword rushed toward . From behind, the blow was aiming at my head. Although I still hadn't gotten to know any of that yet, thanks to my high Sense statistics, I could more or less tell. Mana Perception also enabled to feel the sword behind my back anyway, so I thanked my skill. Clenching my jaws together, I quickly bent downward. Thanks to that amateur's move, I wasn't chopped. Evading the orcish broadsword, I got closer to the orc I just wounded.

Maybe I underestimated the blow I'd inflicted on the demi-human. He still leaned to the side, with a hand wrapped on his right flank, but now his massive bulk fell to one knee. To the two orcs, it seed an habile human boy was attacking them. Now, another human joined the boy. Coming at the wounded orc on the other side, the soldier saw the enemy wasn't well, so he wouldn't let that chance slip.

The demi-human beca prey to the arriving soldier, and he intended to kill the beast. But the orc was mine. I had wounded him first, so I reasoned the demi-human was my prey. My shortsword frowned with and danced closer to the orc, but I turned around the beast, evading yet another blow from the orc behind my back, and… swinging a rapid slash at the human soldier, with a loud Clang, the soldier's breastplate protected him and made my sword bounce off of the tallic structure.

My thought process was the following: Ah, I thought, the weapon nearly slipped my hand. Let's apply so of that Knit Cobweb skill and be sure my sword doesn't escape , hm.

But how stupid was I? Was I attacking a human out of the blue? What about my cover? Well, it seed the idea didn't co to my mind. I wasn't especially annoyed at the human soldier either. I simply felt like cutting the man down. But well, my sword didn't cut through tal. That was to be expected, but I still wanted to give it a try. A bit disappointed with myself, I couldn't wound him.

After I'd attacked him, the human's expression, behind his helm, was more than puzzled. At first, I didn't quite get why, but then I understood I shouldn't have attacked the man. Hitting the armored soldier, though I didn't kill him, I pushed him down. The soldier cursed the "fucking adventurers," and I forgot him. The wind blew on and I turned to the orcs. Thinking 'Chain Attack', the two demi-humans were to be dealt with.

Without a second to let go to waste, I got back to it. There wasn't more than a ter between us. That ant my shortsword could bite right through him. The prey was mine alone, and it was within my range. Using Chain Attack, I would deal three blows to the opponent.

The first of these three resulted in a Clang. It was more or less parried. With a continuous movent, my arm went from right to left, wiping off the wounded orc's sword to the side. Another blow of the broadsword swung at , but I parried it, this ti. And so… I felt happy. It was the first ti I parried a sword head-on. Smiling, I glanced up at the orcs' faces… but they weren't so happy. They were really far from it, to be honest. What is wrong with them, I thought. Why are they only grimacing and scowling at ? God, so people don't know how to have fun. Just smile already, guys!

One of the orcs, the wounded one, was more panic-stricken than annoyed. The other one was different. The beast emitted so thick bloodlust at , and I could feel it through my bones. It only sort of itched. It was nothing—and I ant that: nothing—from the freezing chill that ran down my spine when I first encountered the good ol' old man I recruited, back in his little cozy house in the forest.

Smiling higher and brighter, I decided to let so of my aura show through, too. To the orcs, the smiling boy instantly turned into a monster. Thick dark waves of mana steadily leaked out of . By many leagues, I outdid the orc. And I couldn't even afford to go all out. Well. Showing my white teeth, I grinned at my prey. Like a slithering snake, I attacked again. Drawing a quick line at the two orcs, I sent a slash of dark magical energy at them. It was clean and brief. The quest indicated 9 enemies, and then 10/30.

I had dealt with the orcs—now was the human soldier's turn. Again, I didn't think things through, because if I did, I would have just run to soplace else, forget about the soldier, and not lose my cover. Right now, I was too rash and excited to think anything through, however. I turned to the soldier, swung my sword at him, and easily stabbed through the armor, this ti. Wrapping my sword with my mana definitely changed the effect of even the most regular blow. Thinking I should have my old man teach about mana, I watched a man die.

The quest indicator went up to eleven. No enemies remained around . No enemies that directly attacked , that is.

Then, I was off again. For a minute, my eyes wandered around the battlefield, and I observed what was going down, taking in all within .

The sa sort of fight I went through was taking place sowhere around . Three orcs fought six humans. The humans surrounded and circled around them, playing cautiously. And the orcs attacked as if aimlessly, playing desperately. My eyes didn't stay put. On the left, I observed a female orc pinned to the ground. The beast was stabbed till she breathed her last. My wandering eyes wandered so more, and I noticed a cluster of human soldiers forming in front of . They were gathering, it seed to . A dozen or so.

Looking at , they were abashed. A human boy's face, in front of them, was tainted with blood and exhaustion. Maybe they wondered about the childish-looking boy, with his big observing eyes and listless expression, who didn't move, on the battlefield.

Their swords hung by their hips, and soon, the human soldiers looked nacing. I wasn't nearly tall enough to have my sword swing by my side, too, as I stood up, so, my sword, in comparison, didn't look so nacing.

Thinking that, maybe, if I had a dagger or so shorter sword, maybe I could have the luxury of letting my sword hang by my side, with its tip dangerously drawing random circles as it swung in the air. But I had no dagger. And so… I snapped out of it and drew in a long breath. What was I thinking about that for?

In all the ruckus of this place, I realized the humans were still standing in front of . For a minute, both they and I didn't move. From behind their helts, I couldn't see them, but I sensed they were sowhat confused. Though confused they may have been, they still had to ready themselves for what had to go down, now.

And so, I readied myself, too. My sword drew a line up, and I held it to them. As I did that, they mirrored . Weapons were brought up; I paid full attention to them. Among countless others, a cry ranged out, behind my back—a mixture of rage and sorrow—but I didn't move my head to look. The group of soldiers didn't pay attention either.

For a mont, all of my surroundings seed soundless—the humans started their rush toward the monster. A collision was about to occur, so I braced myself for impact, but before the wave of soldiers ran over, they parted into two groups and ignored , as they rushed past , to the frontline. Of course, I thought, dejectedly. They didn't rush to a monster. They rushed past a boy.

And so, the boy's arm and sword went down again. A drop of sweat trailed down my forehead, as gently as it could, rolling down my nose through which I breathed vigorously. Quickly, following the drop of sweat, the tip of my sword hit back the ground. I entered the sa passive state I was in a minute ago. Standing, I looked up at the blue sky.

My thoughts were headed ho. I didn't count them: many a group of other soldiers passed by . Their armors chanted their tallic Clangs. Most of them were soldiers, looking the exact sa version of a soldier, ignoring so slight differences. So of the fighters were adventurers, it seed to . And anyway, I was satisfied to have them all run past and ignore .

The monster I am was well hidden here.