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

"Come on!"

He says it's over a fully activated reverse helical sword, but the impact of the opponent's attack makes his arms numb.

A groan leaks over the protection of the sword and an attack that exceeds its own magic protection, not being able to absorb the attack with its own skill.

Once the attack is deliberately taken with a sword, blown wide back, we take a break.

"Wear it! Reverse helix sword!

I intend to unleash all the magic I have poured on my technician sword, unleashing the blade of magic.

The blade reaches its relative presence in an instant, trying to wear the target.

but he just takes that palm against the blade and sprinkles his magic all around him, and he just goes straight ahead and says that attack is totally pointless.

Seeing that sight, I'm convinced it won't work with a reverse helical sword.

"Stel Bedluk!"

Screaming his true name, the sword responds to it and takes shape to fully perform its function.

But the judgment was not to say that it was too late. At the speed, the target fleshed out and was beaten with his fist, which prevented the spike of the reverse helix sword.

Use the power of a technician sword with all your might and try to prevent that fist with a sword.

But that blow, mercilessly, strikes through all of me.

Fully activated, technician sword activated by its true name, and the benefits brought from its technician sword, its own use, physical strengthening and physical protection.

Strike them all out, all of them right in the front, and blow me away. He said it was over the tech sword, but he couldn't take the shock, and it was grand.

The shock is quite a thing because I was totally willing to take it, so I was stomping on it with no intention of killing the shock.

It just blew up in the back. What would have happened if they had caught the beating completely?

I get up momentum with my hands in just the right place, thinking about that as I roll around.

The moment you wake up, your opponent's feet appear in sight. I can see the leg kicking its jaw up in front of me.

Without killing the momentum gained, he turns his back and manages to kick it, but puts it on his jaw.

I buckled with the momentum as it stood, trying to stand, but apparently now my brain has shaken, and the momentum breaks down well behind me.

Even though he's wearing protective magic and fortified magic, he's ignoring everything and eating shocks. It's a hell of a kick.

And this is a bad situation. In this state of laying low on the ground, feeling of equilibrium crazy, and suspicious to stand, the technocratic sword also let go.

I was going to hold it right the moment I got up earlier, but for a moment I couldn't hold my sword because my body stopped moving well. It's falling behind the target. It's hard to pick it up.

I can see the fist, the punched down fist, approaching me exactly now.

Your body doesn't move well, and your counterattack is crushed halfway through. Defense is probably pointless.

The current situation sucks. Think of the next course of action you can take.

Metastatic magic. So I run away from this place anyway. My body doesn't move well, but I can still do the magic.

I think so with short thoughts, I try to use metastatic magic, but I get powerful magic that just makes me say it's a tiny thing such as magic that I can handle, and my magic construction is foggy.

Oh, this is over. I can't move. There is no technician sword. I can't even use magic.

What you feel from a fist looming in front of you is a clear image of death.

Death is inevitable if that fist strikes you, that fist that even surpasses the technician sword attack.

You should be a crushed frog. I think it's either sprinkling pieces of flesh and a messy mince, or it's rather blown away so much that you can't recognize what was there.

I haven't felt it in a long time, fear of death. Overwhelming strength, no hands, no legs, I'm only willing to be killed.

Really, nothing works.

Fist is imminent. Death is imminent.

"That's my win."

In front of me, my fist stops. He decided I could no longer fight back and stopped his fist.

The fist of the machine is full of vision.

"Can you stand?

Pull your fist and ask me Inai.

"Hey, hold on, I can't stand"

I try to stand, but it collapses like no other. I can't seem to do it without rolling around for a while.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. I manage to keep my body in magic, but my head is goofy, it hurts all over my body. So, it's pretty tight.

"If the metastasis magic crushes me in that situation, I can't do it anymore."

"Well, I know, so I crushed it."

Inai laughing and saying to my blur.

Inai is now wrapping up a technique called the Magic Technician Exterior, which he showed me at some point.

I've only seen my arms the other day for a long time, but when I wrap them around my whole body, they're still rolling. The amount of magic is not half. I've never seen this amount of magic unleash even on Mr. Cerèse.

"I knew it, but it's tough..."

I was going to know enough. Her own strength, and the strength when she wrapped that around her.

I meant to understand, but I was reminded that you were still 'gonna'.

That one was totally out of hand. Especially when the first one was knotted with a technician sword.

The movement after wearing the blade and doing the true name activation was just as fast as the eyes could not stop.

Perhaps that one, too, has been compromised. Because Inai can fight that Mr. Lynn. If you wear that machine's armor and fight as hard as you can, you'll be drawn to that Mr. Lynn.

I was reminded of that for the first time today. The woman you want to protect is so strong.

I decided to make this arrangement with Inai's thoughts, but maybe I'm glad I did.

I understand power in a true sense. I knew it. Yeah.

"Isn't that amazing?

Inai laughing a little better. Cute. This guy is so cute because he also shows these childish places sometimes.

Maybe it's because I'm usually too grown up. Adults who look cute but can rely on their actions.

Yet I can show you how cute it is to look like this. I think I'll give him a hug over that armor. I can't move.

"But Tallow is amazing, too. I met a lot of guys, but I don't know the ones that got stronger there in the short term."

"Really?

"Oops. In your case, it's probably a big reason not to think of a single person as extreme."

"Right. Just one thing, maybe not at all."

All Mighty, to put it well. Badly, clever poor. Maybe that's my condition.

I can do a lot of things without being specific to one thing. So compound it and manage to eat it on a single-specialized opponent.

That's what I would look like right now. Only magic, if you dare, is there a level there? That's about it.

"... Mother, strong. Awesome."

With sparkling eyes, some excited looking croto stood beside him at some point.

Inai wears armor and walks by me and Kroto.

'I've never seen that before, but Inai was so strong'

"Me too, I've never seen your sister haunt that one before"

Haku and Sigal also walk up to the side and mouth their thoughts on Inai ahead.

"I don't usually need it. It's strength. I rarely need the power to get here."

Pong and hands on Cloto's head, standing beside me, looking down at me.

"Did you do a little too much? I've been working on it for a while."

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. I know it was added and subtracted. Just take a break and you'll be fine."

"I wish."

I don't think I can make you worry too much, and use healing magic to get your body back on track.

I also use some fairy arts, but if the damage is huge as it stands, and I have to force myself to stand, I don't really want to use it.

The shock over the sword is still on your body, actually. Quite painful.

"Ma, you don't have to get up because you can't. Roll."

That's what I say. Put my head on my own lap and stroke my head.

"If you say that, I'm going to bed, me."

My body hurts, but I'm exhausted from all my movements, my comfortable body temperature, and Inai's palm.

It's tougher to tell you not to sleep like this.

"It's good for the basket, huh? You don't have anything today, do you?

"Yeah, well, if Inai's good, it's sweet"

That's what I say and close my eyes.

"Haha, cute"

I think maybe it's not my fault I hear Sigal and have more hands to stroke.

But that's comforting, so I'll leave you to it.

"I wish I had dealt with them too"

I'll see you later.

"... get out of my way, don't"

'I know!

"Well, well."

It's a little noisy, but my consciousness drops without doing anything about it.

Have a fluffy, comfortable sleep, not a deep sleep as you wish.