Kazuma Satou, male, adventurer. Nickname: The Perverted Man of Axel.
After choosing Aqua as his "cheat" and getting isekai'd, he's been plagued with the worst kind of party members—Darkness, Megumin, you name it.
Among all his companions, he's always been the lowest level, with his best skills being Steal, Sniping, and Drain Touch. The rest were things like One-Handed Sword, Perception, Escape, Stealth, Bind, Clairvoyance, and all sorts of basic skills… None of them were strong.
Let's repeat that—none of them were strong.
But weak as they may be, they belong to a completely different system.
And right now, Kazuma was deeply moved—moved to tears—as he enjoyed the benefits of his "cheat."
"Yatta yo… This feeling… it's just too damn good…"
He covered his mouth, tears welling up, overcome with emotion.
Was there anything more exhilarating than being the only one in the world who could use magic and unique skills?
At this moment, Kazuma had taken advantage of a lull in potion-chugging to line up a basic magic spell targeting Kokushibo on the battlefield.
No one noticed Kazuma.
No one was even aware of what he was doing.
But Kazuma's hot-blooded passion couldn't be contained.
"Look upon me!! It's time for the greatest spotlight of Kazuma the Great!! This is my… MAGIC!!"
Meanwhile, Kokushibo, while fully occupied fending off his attackers, had his senses spread wide—searching for any incoming threat.
But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't detect where the danger might be coming from.
Until—
A bump in the ground suddenly jutted up beneath his foot just as he went to shift his stance—tripping him slightly.
"!"
Kokushibo's six pupils widened in shock at the unstable footing beneath him.
That obstacle had appeared completely out of nowhere, in a blind spot with no warning at all.
And in that single moment, it disrupted his movement.
"D…Despicable!!!"
Kokushibo's eyes bulged with fury.
As he saw his enemies rush in to seize the opportunity, he placed the blame squarely on Kairo Retsu.
Who else could pull off such a cowardly, insidious maneuver—throwing off his footing without him even noticing?!
"??"
Kairo, confused by the sudden hostility in Kokushibo's eyes, responded with nothing but a look of pure question marks.
But in that fleeting moment, Gyomei had already swung his flail to carve open a path through the raging sword aura—creating an opening for his allies.
Muichiro didn't hesitate.
He dashed through the gap and swung his blade at Kokushibo's neck… nearly succeeding.
Though Kokushibo managed to strike back and repel him, Muichiro had left a massive, hard-to-heal wound on his neck.
It was now that Kokushibo truly understood—
These people… really could kill him.
Kokushibo made a judgment call: this mysterious "Hunter" Kairo Retsu—
He wasn't some noble warrior. He didn't shy away from using underhanded tactics. He'd stoop to anything—even tripping people mid-fight.
Still unaware he'd just been falsely accused, Kairo was organizing his next attack.
"Joseph! Can't you melt him with your Ripple already?!"
Kairo shouted from behind Joseph Joestar.
"You're the Ripple guy! Why are you struggling against something afraid of sunlight?!"
Joseph, using his shield to block the sword aura, yelled back:
"Why don't you try saying that from IN FRONT of me?! I've barely trained in Ripple! And it's not all-powerful either!"
"I don't care!! Joseph! Think of something with your invincible Ripple already!!"
Kairo cowered behind him, screaming.
"I TOLD YOU—RIPPLE'S NOT OMNIPOTENT, DAMMIT!!"
Joseph roared.
But then, seeing his chance, he grabbed a chunk of grilled meat from his bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and hurled a mass of cat fur.
"Try THIS! Super Wide-Area Cat Hair Attack!!"
With Ripple energy surging through them, the cat hairs instantly stiffened and linked together, forming a temporary vacuum barrier in the middle of the blade aura storm.
But just as the fur approached Kokushibo—
He quickly retreated, consolidating his sword aura and shredding the Ripple-charged cat hair to pieces.
Kokushibo was losing it.
If that cat hair had reached him, that strange energy might have genuinely inflicted fatal damage.
These so-called "Hunters," despite not wielding Nichirin Blades, were more dangerous than any Demon Slayer he'd faced.
If even one more of these Hunters appeared…
As he thought that, that same strange sense of danger returned—again from nowhere.
Kokushibo couldn't stay still.
He was forced to dodge while simultaneously fending off attackers and watching for underhanded ambushes.
Just as he feared—wherever he stepped, small lumps of earth began rising beneath him, forcing him to constantly shift his footing.
Kazuma observed this entire scene, practically glowing.
"WAHAHAHAHA!! Run! Keep dodging! Witness the overwhelming might of Kazuma the Great!!"
He guzzled another Potion, savoring Kokushibo's panicked flailing.
But just then—a hand clapped down on his shoulder.
"Kazuma-san…"
"WHAA!!"
Kazuma jumped in fright, nearly dropping his Potion.
But when he turned, it wasn't an enemy.
Genya Shinazugawa had recovered.
Having devoured a massive amount of demon flesh, Genya now looked nearly indistinguishable from a demon himself—his teeth sharp, his body altered.
"Kazuma-san…"
With firm resolve in his voice, Genya said,
"Please teach me… how to support my brother even if I can't fight on the frontlines!"
"Ohhh~"
Kazuma, secretly elated at being spoken to with respect, smirked.
"'Kazuma-san,' huh? Not bad—I don't hate that! …Yosh! Then allow Kazuma-san to show you… what it means to be a trap hunter!!"