The Heroic Tale of the Weakest Ability User ~The F-Ranker with the Dual Pistols~ - Chapter 1: Episode 4

“Fight!!”

At the signal of the announcement, I swiftly put some distance between us, just as I planned.

Without hesitation, I reached into my coat and drew my trusted SIG SAUER P228 XX Double Cross pistols.

“How about we talk for a bit?”

Despite being in the middle of a battle, he simply stood on the white line and tried to start a conversation.

His face carried a certain disappointment.

“Sorry, but I don’t have the luxury of chatting with an A-rank opponent.”

I responded sarcastically, but his expression remained unchanged.

He still hadn’t moved.

I had no intention of waiting. Seizing the initiative, I aimed for his legs and right hand and pulled the trigger.

But as if he had predicted my move, he dodged effortlessly—or rather, it would be more accurate to say that my shots didn’t hit him.

Was this some kind of enhanced physical ability?

“Why do you burn with such fighting spirit when you have no chance of winning?”

Before I knew it, he had shifted to my right. His movement was almost an illusion.

“Well, you never really know until you try. Also, don’t you think it’s kind of rude to say that to my face?”

I hid my unease as I spoke. Was he just ignorant of social norms, or was he deliberately trying to provoke me?

Or perhaps… this was his strategy.

I couldn’t afford to let my guard down.

“Alright.”

The moment he said that, he moved at an incredible speed toward me.

Rather than seeing him move, it felt like the scene had skipped ahead, like a broken videotape where the frames suddenly change.

Damn—before I realized it, he was already at my right side.

A single blink could mean life or death.

I desperately tracked his movements.

Then, he swung his scythe, aiming to slash my chest.

I bent my upper body backward as far as I could.

The razor-sharp blade flashed past, just inches from my face.

It barely grazed me—my shirt was torn at the chest part.

I had dodged his ambush by a hair’s range.

To create some distance, I spun backward and used the momentum to throw a survival knife.

I aimed for his hand, but he deflected it effortlessly with that massive scythe, as if he had anticipated it.

“I was hoping to end this in an instant, but you dodged well.”

His face twisted in frustration, as if he had just bitten into a bitter stink bug.

He must have underestimated me.

“Next, I’ll get serious.”

His tone had changed, and his expression revealed his intent.

Like a scene skip, he suddenly appeared at my immediate right while his scythe swinging down.

Luckily, I was just outside his reach, and I launched a counterattack.

Was this teleportation technique some form of ancient martial arts, like the ones Master Ken used?

Even as I moved, I kept analyzing ways to counter him.

“You’re quite the nuisance… Are you a fly? Unfortunately, I hate insects.”

The moment he said that, he was already at my right again.

With his incredible ability, he unleashed a devastating strike.

I twisted my body just in time, barely dodging the scythe’s arc.

I could see the metallic sheen of the blade up close as it cut through the air right in front of my nose.

I pulled my chin in and, like the crack of a whip, let my body flow smoothly—shoulder, waist, hips, thighs, calves—trusting my instincts to evade the scythe’s deadly edge.

Then, using my momentum, I flipped backward without using my hands.

The way my body moved—it was as fluid as water itself.

Only Tasku’s extraordinary reflexes and advanced predictive thinking made such godlike evasion possible.

Master Ken had always recognized Tasku’s innate, terrifying talent.

The enemy’s attacks had now increased in frequency, power, and precision. Each strike was as refined as an absolute blade.

But I had already seen through them.

I fired my pistol immediately to regain distance.

He sliced through the bullets as if he had foreseen them.

The sheer intensity of his power and the fact that I was keeping up with him sent a thrill through my body.

A grin crept onto my lips.

“Why are you smiling?”

He asked, glancing at me curiously as we continued exchanging blows.

“Well, wouldn’t you be excited too? My first real fight is against a monster like you.”

He stopped moving, and I did the same as I answered.

Yeah, I love fighting.

Maybe this is what Master Ken meant when she said I had potential.

She once told me, “You’re the first person I’ve met who smells like me.”

Yes.

I love battles fought in the depths of despair.

“Here I come, A-rank. I’ve figured out your weird ability. Now all that’s left is to take you down.”

His power was likely some kind of superhuman strength ability.

By surpassing the laws of physics, he was able to “teleport.”

The fragmented movements were proof of that.

But his ability had limits—he used it in a consistent rhythm and distance.

It seemed like he could only use it for less than a second at a time, with an interval of approximately ten seconds.

That was valuable information.

He had an ability that specialized for close combat and a weapon that perfectly complemented it.

But I had a plan.

First, I needed to destroy that weapon.

Even if I couldn’t break it, I just had to make it unusable.

From what I observed, he had used the curved blade to deflect the bullets.

That meant the blade was incredibly strong.

But considering its size, it couldn’t be made entirely of titanium—it would be too heavy.

Some parts had to be lightweight materials.

I examined the scythe’s base closely.

Although its red color was uniform, I noticed a slight difference in metal near the base—a subtle imperfection.

That was the weak point.

I had 30 bullets left.

I could do this.

“Alright… LET’S GO!!”

I roared and threw my last knife straight at his face.

“…Are you just desperate now?”

He effortlessly blocked it with his scythe.

This was my chance.

As expected, he had turned the blade toward me to block.

I reloaded at lightning speed and took aim—not at his head, but at the scythe’s weak point.

At this range, his teleportation wouldn’t work.

Direct hit.

I fired relentlessly, striking the base of the blade over and over.

The clash of metal rang through the battlefield.

As intended, the weapon gradually deformed.

Finally, with a sharp snap, the base of the scythe broke off like a severed neck.

My shooting skills had always been top-tier.

This was nothing.

“Now that your big scythe is busted, your teleportation attack is useless!”

I aimed my last bullet at his face.

He quickly raised his broken weapon to block, but the final shot struck the base, sending the remains flying like a boomerang.

“Impressive. You knew I’d block it, so you focused on the welded joint… and you even tricked me into breaking my own weapon.”

For the first time, he looked at me not with contempt but with admiration.

Still, I was running low on bullets.

And then—

“But… you’re still not quite there yet.”

He flipped his weapon and revealed another hidden blade.

“I admire people like you, those who push themselves to their limits. Most people here have given up on themselves. But you… You’re different.”

Yeah, he was perfect.

Unlike me, he had it all—strength, intelligence, and skill.

Still…

How do you beat someone superior to you?

It’s simple.

You throw everything you have at them. Right here. Right now.

“Shut the hell up, you damn narcissist!”

I shouted as I kicked off the ground with full force, charging straight at him.

I had something special prepared just for him. Tossing aside my empty magazine, I sprinted forward.

As I ran, I spun both of my pistols in a circular motion using my index fingers. Then, with my pinky and ring finger, I grabbed the magazines from my thigh holster, flicking them into the air as I raised my right leg.

A split second later, I did the same with my left hand, tossing another magazine into the air. With a flick of my arms and the centrifugal force of the motion, I slammed the magazines into place with precision, completing my dual pistol reload. Crossing my arms in preparation, I launched myself at him, pouncing like a predator on its prey.

I pulled the trigger with my left hand.

“Too slow!!”

I thought I had him, but just as expected, he teleported to my right in the blink of an eye.

This was my chance. Without hesitation, I threw myself forward in a dive, twisting mid-air to aim the sole of my right foot at him.

Hidden within my boot was a throwing knife capable of striking with a force equivalent to 200 km/h.

I pressed the switch on my left shoulder with mechanical precision. I could hear my neck bones crack from the sudden motion, but I ignored it, rolling forward to retreat.

The high-speed knife shot straight toward his shoulder, embedding itself deep into his flesh.

Damn, I was aiming for his neck, but it landed on his shoulder instead. That pissed me off a little.

The blade plunged so deeply into him that he couldn’t endure it—his knee hit the ground.

“Hell of an impact, huh? Tch, should’ve been your neck.”

Keeping my distance, I snapped and fired an unrelenting barrage of bullets at him, showing no mercy.

Writhing in pain, he clutched his wounded shoulder and quickly took cover behind an obstacle, blocking the oncoming shots.

One of my bullets had struck his left knee. He was now dragging his left leg.

I had predicted that he would dodge to the right. His movements had given it away.

From observing his patterns, I had deduced that he could teleport within a 90-degree arc to his right, using me as the center point. Furthermore, his ability had a range limit—he couldn’t teleport unless he was relatively close.

Good thing I had prepared some tricks in advance.

That high-speed, 200 km/h knife—my trump card.

Too bad it hit his shoulder instead.

“Kuhahahahahaha!!”

Laughter echoed from behind the cover. His wild, almost deranged cackling reached my ears.

Had he finally snapped? A wave of exhilaration surged through me as I became convinced of my victory.

“How does it feel to be cornered by an F-rank, huh, A-rank?”

Like some petty villain, I sneered at him.

The reality unfolding before me—a so-called weakling overpowering the strongest—felt like a dream come true. My true, twisted nature surfaced, fully embracing this moment.

It felt good. I realized that I had been living for this moment and I truly understood the meaning of life. This feeling… was everything.

All my life, I had been oppressed, belittled, ridiculed, cursed, stripped of my rights, even robbed of a place to live—treated like nothing more than a discarded rag.

And now, here I stood, looking down on one of the strongest, basking in my own dominance.

Unbearable.

The overwhelming pleasure of standing above someone deemed “superior” flooded my entire being, shattering every chain of inferiority that had bound me.

My brain was drowning in the surge of neurotransmitters, sending me into an ecstatic high.

As a declaration of my rebellion—

I will cut-off  his head.

“Lowering your guard leads to disaster,” Ken-sensei always said.

But in this moment, I had completely forgotten her warning.

Blinded by the intoxicating thrill of victory, I had become nothing more than a reckless fool like an arrogant, self-absorbed idiot.