Reborn as a hero's daughter, the hero aims to be a hero again.

Chapter 37: Brawl.

The chances of help coming here are two at best.

　Either Finia, who sent Michelle-chan to look for me, or Cortina will detect something unusual.

　But neither is very promising. Finia will certainly come looking for me, but she is only a hair's breadth away from being a civilian.

　Worst of all, there is even a chance that she will be captured and badly treated too.

'Be quiet, you little brat'!

'Nnnnnaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

　A man slashes at a limb and I catch him and slash back.

　In the end, I have to create an opening for myself to escape. Fortunately, I have a variety of moves if I don't choose any means.

　I took out a ball of woollen yarn, which I always carry in my pocket, and hung a thread on it.

　This kind of yarn is not a threat to the men. The men understood this and sniggered at me for taking out the yarn.

　But this gift of manipulation has gotten me through the hardships of my life.

　I waved the outstretched yarn to set off the blinders and tried to sneak into their bosom at once.

　The short blade of the hangkiri machete means that even I can hold it with one hand now.

　But my machete was easily caught by the man's sword. But I am holding a machete with an L-shaped curved tip.

　I hook the sword as it is and try to pull it out of position.

　Suddenly, the force is applied in an unusual direction, and the man falls forward and steps on his tatara.

　I swung the machete as if I was trying to clear his feet.

　The man is in my pocket, and he can't follow my manoeuvre, because he is out of position.

　The tip was hooked onto his thigh and gouged deeply into his flesh.

'Geeaaaahhh ...!'

　A machete, which is not sharp enough, cannot cut as cleanly as a sword. The flesh was gouged as if bitten by fangs, and blood splattered loudly.

　I take a big leap back to get away from it so as not to get hit by its blood.

　I took this action in consideration of reversing and running away. However, another person prevented me from doing so.

　He approaches me as if to go around the machete and grabs my arm, which was out of position after landing on the ground.

　He then twisted to take the machete away from me.

'Ouch, let go - let me go!'

　The poor arm was easily twisted up and the machete was removed.

　For a swordsman, grip is a lifeline. If he drops his weapon, his chances of victory are greatly reduced at that stage.

　However, it also depends on the situation.

　When he saw that I had dropped the machete, he threw away his sword and reached into his pocket.

　I don't know what he is trying to get out, but it is true that his killing power is reduced.

　And I haven't lost my fighting strength yet. I can say that this was an error in judgement by my opponent.

　Manipulating the yarn held on the other side, I wrap it around a small stone and throw it away.

　The power of the yarn that can be manipulated with the gift of manipulation is about the same as my muscle power per yarn. It is not strong enough to incapacitate a man, let alone a pebble.