At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"... hey, what are you doing?

"... what can I do for you"

Find Garabagh sitting in a hush by a beautiful river plain and speak up.

I didn't stumble upon it. If I looked, I'd be there far away, so it's impossible to stumble upon it.

So Galabagh knows that, too.

"Not as good as it sounds."

I sit down near Galabagh. He doesn't look at me at all. Staring at the bottom of the river all the time.

"... you're here to laugh? He didn't know anything about me."

"Hey. And for me, I'm not convinced of your father's decision. If you die, everything will be over."

"... I see."

That conversation alone silences me again, only the spiral of the river for a while and the sound of the trees swinging in the wind.

Hmm, good river. I want a fishing rod.

"Hey."

Galabagh talks to me about how I feel about fishing in this river.

"What the hell?"

"Does Mirka Graness know everything?

"There's no way I know. I wasn't there at the time of the war."

"... Ha, I see"

Convinced with a self-derisive laugh, he stares at the river again.

"What are you going to do now?

Ask Garabaugh if the atmosphere is as strange as suicide even now.

"I don't know how, I guess. I had no idea that vengeance was meaningless, and I didn't expect Master Geena to tell me that."

Well, if I did, I'd feel like someone who fights for the country.

However, in this story, it was felt that instead of fighting for the dead, we would not fight for the dead.

"I left the country for what? For what, I polished this move?"

I don't know what my life means, what it's worth. I don't know what you're living for.

I'm sure that's how you think.

But no one knows that.

Worth is what others find, and what it means to be alive is like seeing it after it's all over.

But I don't think I know anything about it for more than a decade. I don't even know. That's why I live as good as I think.

"... you can try it with Mr. Mirka"

When I realized it, I said so.

"Like Mirka Granes?

"Oh, who you want to kill. I don't know right now, but you can try it once with that Mr. Mirka."

"How can you, you can't beat a guy like you, the hero of a big country against you?"

"I'll do it."

"Why would you do that? You don't get it."

There is no gain. Certainly not. But things are going crazy. If you're at that rate, it's a little hard to do.

I can't even do anything about it. Boring. That's why. That's what I'll do.

"I just wanted to. It doesn't matter what you get."

"... I knew you were stupid."

"Shut up."

There you go again in silence. I can't think of anything more, so I don't have to talk to you.

After a while, Garabau rises and slowly walks along the river, stopping a little further away.

As I stare at what I intend to do, Galabagh's body swells up. It's a beast.

"... tallow"

Garabagh calls my name. I feel like I've been called a name for the first time.

"What?

"Compete with me. I mean it. Please."

Turn around and ask me. He asked me to. That's him.

I stand up with my sword set aside to respond, fortifying witchcraft and immortality.

Put your left hand out, not the usual right hand out standing. The half remains intact, but the right hand rests on the waist.

"Thank you"

Garabagh stands on the same set as he did when he saw it in the union.

We don't move as we stand with each other. I'm not thinking about losing if I move first.

I don't feel like moving first in the first place, and he's just trying to hit the best blow he can.

There is no second beating. No, there will be both attacks if they don't strike effectively. But I won't tolerate a blow like thinking about a second shot.

What I unleash myself also unleashes what determines the battle in one blow. He said he meant it. You would never allow an attack that would strike a halfway second.

I stare at his every move. His breathing, his air, to make sure he doesn't miss the time to change.

And that air changes. His tempo saw the air at the moment of the attack.

I kick the ground with my right foot to go with it and move on to the fist rolling motion.

But faster than that, he steps in and approaches.

"Huh!"

Faster. Faster than when I did it at the union office. I can't compare it to then.

He's going in more than twice as fast. I definitely use the enhancement of immortality. Do you want to use it so far in just a few days?

Going on a journey, getting involved with all kinds of people, I understand some of the world's strengths even in boulders.

This blow, this speed, is usually inevitable. There is no such thing as speed.

If they beat you up at this speed, your opponent will turn into a meat chunk in an instant. Without a doubt, it would be a blow to complaining speed and power.

Perhaps even in Cigal, this attack cannot be dismissed.

- But it's late.

It's not too late compared to me. He's obviously faster than I am in the current state of double reinforcement.

If you compete at speed, you will definitely lose. He's totally faster.

But I do. Someone faster than that. A faster blow.

I know Mr. Lynn's blow. This blow is too slow (...) compared to that one!

I activate a four-point enhancement when his fist reaches too far on my left hand, and with my left hand, I distract my fist to exceed his reaction speed and fall into nostalgia.

Step on the ground with the right foot you put forward and hit his palm in the belly.

In the battle between humans in the world I was in, the sound of a blow I couldn't hear.

"but... shabby..."

Garabagh spits blood and collapses.

I hold him before he gets to the ground, grate him slowly, and start healing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Shut up. I'll take care of it when it's over."

I did do my best. But I took it seriously. You don't have to kill him. I suppressed him to a blow, but that didn't make a fool of him, nor did it make a proper opponent.

Seriously, seriously, I took a blow that this guy couldn't help.

The healing of Galabagh is over soon, and when you spit out any remaining blood in your body, your breathing calms down.

"... I mean it."

"I really did it. You couldn't react. Spare me the blow. It could kill you."

"... I see."

Garabaugh listens to me while I fall asleep.

I sit down beside it.

"If you're not convinced, you can do it again"

"... no, fine. Okay."

"Right."

Got it? I wonder what I found out. Has something settled in this guy?

"... I know, but you're kidding me. Strength, you"

"There are more joking people out there."

There's enough to be joking about Mr. Lynn or something. I don't think there's such an irrational mass.

"Can Mirka Granes react to that"

"I can."

I never showed you that. But that guy can react.

And I think that guy was faster when I first met him than he was at my quadruple reinforcement.

Magic enhancement alone is that speed. I can't even imagine how fast it would be if I used immortality.

"... damn, put it on... fuck you... you're supposed to say it's okay for my dad to be killed..."

"... you were watching Mr. Mirka fight. Don't you see?

"I wasn't looking at it all... so I don't know what he meant... I don't know"

Right, I was watching, but you weren't watching all that fighting.

"Damn, I'm sorry... I even did this. Oh, I thought I was stronger..."

When he saw it, Galabagh was looking up into the sky and weeping.

"I'm strong, you are. It's a pretty strong category of people I've met."

"Ha, you don't need consolation. I'm weak. Just the mouth. After all, I don't want to take revenge, I guess I couldn't have done it without thinking so."

In tears, Galabagh speaks.

"I knew it. Somewhere in my mind, I don't think I'm right. I knew there were times in that war when my father seemed spicy.

But I still regretted it. I thought I could finally live for granted. Even the sub people are not discriminated against, the whole family, the whole family can live together.

Yet my father died. Both my brother and my mum are dead. Most of the people in our midst are dead. The others inside are alive, but the whole family is alive.

I didn't want to hear about their comfort. I didn't want to hear what the people who betrayed my father said. I didn't want to hear about the people who kept me away from that battlefield.

That's why I didn't want to be there.

When I leave the country, the people leave me at first, but as soon as I find out I'm a sub, I give a back finger. It's just subhuman.

They're all like that, except for Mr. Amarana and his dads. I've always hated people because I thought so. I resented people. "

Garabagh wakes up and looks at me.

"I didn't know you were a fool. He's so strong, he doesn't use subhumans for good, he doesn't make fools of himself.

I thought all of Uml's people despised the subhumans. "

"... right"

I guess this guy had a hard time being this guy. My family, all the people I was close to, all died, and I thought the people around me were people who abandoned their families.

There's no place for me there. That's why there was little place for me to leave.

I guess the only thing I found was that place. I guess that's where this guy is, over there with his dads.

"... I guess I'll have to look at a lot more"

"Why don't you go to Uml to get started. They're going to be a part of this country anyway, and it's going to be easy."

"Is it easy for a sub to cross the border?

"I don't know the borders of this country, but Umr's gonna be fine. At least that's not how the soldiers showed up."

"Right..."

Garabagh stands up and stretches his back. The face looks just a little neat.

"But I still regret that they killed my father. So one day Mirka Granes will defeat. And you, too."

Follow me.

"You're weaker than that woman, so it's obvious."

Solve the beastification and look at this one with a grin.

"Well, my head's cold, and I guess I'll go back"

Garabagh leaves me alone and walks out crisp.

"Ha ha, worried I lost it"

Take the sword and stand up, and I'll walk out too.

"Don't you have to worry about me?"

"Oh, you're still dying."

"I didn't! That's your assumption!

Look at the river with a face that feels like me.

"Shut up! Even a younger girl like you is comforting me!

"Sigal is special to me."

"I knew you'd upset me!

"It's each other, you bastard"

We talked all the way back to our temporary base.

When we returned, Mr. Geena scolded us for being loud, and we both ate the big pin, and we couldn't move.