It was in the night breeze.
The city's appearance shifts, but the comfort of the wind and the signs of people going out with it remain the same as they used to be. Though I've been away from here more often than not, this filthy hometown water is the best. Even after a long time, the human breeze that inhabits it continues to flow for some reason. Proper, dirty, good guys and bad guys alike. I still like your city.
I like to go to the surrounding villages, and the deserted wilderness. That gives it a taste. But I like life surrounded by people. It is said that the long-lived species eventually have a dull sensibility and become annoyed with people and hang out in deep mountain valleys, etc., but I think that's a bit too noble a thing called intelligence. The older you get, the more tears you get, and the more interesting things you get. It's often hard, but it's also a lot of joy. I am not enlightened enough to get rid of clutter and desire in at least a hundred or two centuries.
However, I don't hate the dirty air in the city, but I really have strong resistance to shops that drink, smoke, and have people exaggerate because ethical functions exist. Especially in my case, ethical features are set up stronger than the rest of my fellow countrymen for more opportunities to engage with humans. You can only enjoy it in limited circumstances, like it's a party or an invited seat. It is unfortunate because I really just want to have more fun. I just went up to the roof of a closed liquor store, and I can't enjoy the liquor store just because I can enjoy the night view.
Hello, Doctor.
"Oh, Aida."
The voice I heard on my back was one of my disciples.
She's been healthy for a long time. Seems like it's been creeping up a little lately, but I guess the water in this store fits, it seems to be feeling brighter somewhere and more importantly.
"Thank you, you've read the air and shut me up"
"I'm surprised you haven't changed your face for ten years. It's a fake name."
"Hey, you totally forgot to just change your name and change your face. Trouble. Trouble."
"Even the glasses are intact. Why don't you buy a new one?"
"No, you're right"
Mr. Aida lined up next to me.
"You're calling yourself Olivia now. So, the editor of Inchequi magazine?
"What is Ichiko, what is Ichiko!
"'Cause no one believes that."
"That's a lot of lies and gags, but fundamentally, we're dealing with seriously real people and cases..."
"By and large, you're a trainer, not a reporter or an editor. You're making apprentices in different places."
"The way I say trainer is also a bit...... It's something more sophisticated."
Mr. Aida laughs at the pieces of my protest.
He is a businessman who has no hesitation against his master. That's not what I hated.
"I know. You raise people to defeat demons, don't you? It was a little heavy on me."
"Hehe, I don't mind. Both my braided Qimun Jia (stepping), or Martial Arts Hundred, etc., were created to defeat the demons. But defeating demons is a fluffy purpose to defeat Yabe and create a happy world."
"What the hell?"
"I mean, well, it's a good thing that each human being seeks happiness," I think as a trainer.
"Is Stepping Man your apprentice, too?
"... unfortunately, perhaps so"
Many decades ago, I had taught skill by feeding a boy who happened to be dying.
But it was only a few moments less than six months ago, and he left me as soon as he had some technology. Looking back now, I think he was a talented kid. But I don't know if he could have stayed on the road long enough to teach me. It's all just an assumption, and I'm not human at all. Would I have been able to lean in and make my way right?
"I am a Spirit-Class Spiritual Soldier outfit against the Demon God Combat Skilled Training Program" Sword of the Martial Arts ". I was born to support humans."
"I don't know if that's a lie or not."
"No, don't doubt it, there."
"Why don't you do it yourself?
In that inquiry, I had no choice but to laugh bitterly.
Because it was the mountains that wanted to do so.
"Didn't I tell you? In my case, there are restrictions on the use of force unless there is an emergency that I said is a demonic outburst or the resurrection of a demon god. Especially with people."
Mr. Aida leaked a convincing sigh into my words.
"Oh...... I remember. You were always trying to get me involved in drunkenness. You're strong, but you don't fight when it's important, so it's a problem."
"It's a mechanism to prevent trouble.... and this time you tried to stop me."
"I failed, though. It's a coincidence we met."
Mr. Aida shrugged his shoulder, for Christ's sake.
"He also tried to raise his apprentice"
"I just taught you all day. Master, I'm not very good with faces, but I can't do it."
"Days don't really matter. It's very good to see the moment when a young man's talent blooms."
"Look from you, how's that kid?
"There are sights. But"
"But?"
"... brother... no, is that my sister? Looks like my family upstairs put a bump on me anyway. I was wondering how good it is to mess with you."
"Brother, did you have a brother in your master?
"Even if it looks like this, I have a lot of family. It's just a bunch of greasy and sleepy kids."
"Hmm... it's like you..."
I'm having a laugh that Mr. Aida pulled off.
Well, it doesn't have to be like me being there.
"Well anyway, I'll take care of the example stepper...... yeah?
It was then.
On the night when the light of the true moon fell, the shadows moved.
Something jumps from the roof to the roof and runs smartly.
"... uh... no, this is kinda lame"
"Huh?"
A flash of mistake, but I still understood. Against that, my ethical function of forbidding private fights has been lifted. This means an emergency, and something similar is happening, like a demon outburst or a demon god resurrection.
"Ah, hey, master!
"Excuse me...... I'm going to the assistant knife!
I breathed and vomited.
I flew all the way to the abandoned factory where they fought.
But the shadow of the mystery heading in their direction is comparable to mine.
"Everyone stay safe...!
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A rough breath echoed inside the abandoned factory.
It belongs to Nick and Nargarva.
Nargarva fainted and breathed back after a while.
But you've run out of essence, and I won't let it be slight.
And Nick was also in by extreme fatigue.
The two pressing battles had resulted in equal and significant drain for both winners and losers.
"Why are you doing this?"
To Nargarva, Zem approached.
"... I would have already told you that"
"If your words were correct, you wouldn't have had to treat or worship any injuries other than yellow ghost disease."
"From being asked to doing it. It doesn't make any sense."
"You are contradictory. Grabbing the child and wielding the disease against people. It's the devil's place."
"If you want to stab a stubborn man, stick him out to the guild."
"Yet we give the humans of the renunciation zone an irrelevance."
"It's just a whim."
Then why did you get out of the way to cover it up?
"You think I lost my hand?
"Disposal of the body of the child who was taken. That he didn't stop kidnapping while realizing he was being chased. That we went out to your office and stayed there without running. A few others."
To Zem's inquiry, Nargava was silent.
"I'm sorry, but there's something else I have to ask. Where did you get The Phantom King Jewel?
Nor does Nargarva answer Nick's question.
Silence ensued.
Everyone didn't relieve the tension of a glimmer of anxiety that it might strike again. Nargarva took a deep breath and woke up without having to get involved with such 'survivors' and others, and clasped on the spot. That degree of health seemed to have recovered.
"Well...... good. Let's talk before he gets here."
"Guy?"
Nick repeated Nargava's words.
It was about that moment.
"Guaah!"
A door that was supposed to have been blocked using chairs, shelves, etc., was broken through.
A man rolls in at the same time.
"Scott!? You were on guard outside..."
"Kick, watch out......! Yabei's here...!
It was Scott's body that broke through the door.
I barely hold the two swords, but they are full of creativity.
Beyond Scott's gaze, there was a strange knight.
"You seem to be struggling, shrine."
He was a man with a black armor helmet and a white mask to cover his face.
Armor has a strangely lustrous texture that is different from iron and skin.
It's not a substitute for those blacksmiths.
And the mask was pure white, beautiful as if it had scraped out ceramics and treasure balls.
Neither the equipment nor the signs that the person will wear it is a regular person.
"Hey...... That's a different color..."
Tiana shrugged in a tight voice.
Nick, like Tiana, was at war.
Because he had a familiar appearance.
"That's... Thoughtful armor, after all"