"Come on."

Kick the ground thoroughly and make sure your body is in good shape.

Though training, you're a little nervous because you'll be seriously competing in a while.

In the meantime, let's make sure that only the tools are ready to use. There are times when things are different and there are times when people are dumb.

"That's unusual. I didn't know you'd ask me out."

Says Lowe as he chokes and his neck rings. I can totally afford it over there. Well, it sounds like this guy's always gonna be training in action.

"Whatever happens to Mirka or Cell, I'm not going to do it from time to time with Lynn or you. Sometimes it peels, you guys."

"I'm a little unhappy with being made the same as him."

"Let it go. We're like each other."

Both planted trauma on me that I would never get close to in a swordsman's fight.

Now I'm somewhat, but for a time I was seriously scared.

Though, these guys are blunt if they don't play their opponents' games on a regular basis.

"Well, it seems rarely motivated today, but what are we going to do?

"A single battle for everything"

"Well, I don't mind, is this a good distance?

"Don't worry, if you're ever in time, don't think you can put a blow in it."

"Well said."

Lowe asked me if I needed any help in the dark, so I laughed with pleasure when I said I didn't.

You used to laugh like this when you were dealing with Lynn. Bulph's been baiting a lot lately.

"Do we need a signal to start?

"I don't need it."

The moment I answered, Lowe pulled out his sword and slashed me. This is it. Both Lynn and Lowe are the type of people who don't talk about inadvertent hitting or licking in a serious battle.

If you live in a martial arts, that's what samurai say you can fight even when you're holding a woman. Mirka's still loose around here.

While I was thinking about it, the sword was already approaching my neck, and Lowe stops the sword clean with my barbed neck.

"... what's up, didn't you need a signal?

"Whoa, you don't need it. That's why I got him."

I grab the sword, hold Rowe with my backhand and catch him.

"What!?

It hardens as it is, becomes like a mass of metal, sealing the motion of the rows.

"Sweet, you thought I'd stand right in front of you without any mercy."

I abandon the body manipulation of the crop I've been moving and show up behind Rowe with a metastasis.

That's the magic medium I made. Originally a hard metal-like object as it is now. Through magic, I can respond to the will to manipulate and deform into the form of the operator's thoughts.

If you put it back, you're right, even Rowe has the hardness to catch it.

"Okay, what do we do? If you admit to losing, that's it."

"... heh, I see. I was watching sweetly. But you're the one who doesn't look sweet."

"Am I?"

I spoke to Lowe with certainty of winning, but Lowe laughs invincibly.

You can't destroy that without the full strength of a reinforced Row. And if you're going to use magic, my attack will stab you before you destroy that one.

I'd be quicker in this situation with boulders.

"Phew."

"Damn, you're kidding!

I can't believe I thought you and your brother were breaking common sense, motherfucker.

I cut the clam without the magic enhancement along with the light ringing. The area grabbed only by physical manipulation on the spot was also carefully smashed. They attacked me like that.

Avoid the attack and unleash sorcery, but all are taken for granted. Damn it, you're not avoiding thunder. You let it go in the form of a natural force, but don't take it for granted.

"Well, how many more tricks are there?"

"Damn, I'm annoyed. Normally, it's over now."

"Ha ha, you're the sweet one, Aroness. My sword doesn't stop to that extent."

Uh, yes, yes, that's right, it was sweet. Is there any blame for that sword? It's Arne's famous sword.

I don't want to do it from time to time, but I hold the knife in both hands four at a time and shake my hands off straight to Lowe.

The time is quite far. It's not even Rowe's time. Complete distance. And the magic slaughter that fills all that distance spreads all around. All eight of these are demon swords.

There is no room. There is no place for it. faceted attack on all ranges.

"Shh!"

The magic slash is easily torn apart by sword moves only and plunged straight into this one. You're a monster.

But that speed hasn't used magic yet. I guess it's because I'm not using enhancements either, but don't bother.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Do all you can to manipulate magic so that it cannot be prevented by Lowe's magic inhibition, and as soon as Lowe's foot reaches the ground, tangle the soil into Lowe's foot and solidify it.

Though Lowe stops moving for a moment, he destroys it with a seismic leg conceived of magic. But that's fine, even for a moment I fastened the motion.

At that moment, I throw more than one magic crystal and unleash a giant magic of fire. Simple flame magic, like piercing a lol straight through.

But he avoids that attack easily, and he's going right into this one. No, I tried to come, but he realized he was in a trap along the way.

"Too bad, that's you."

"Of, sounds like"

The attack didn't go off to hit. It's an attack to keep him from noticing that he's approaching the side.

Now on Lowe's back, the Spirit of Fire mounts. My signal makes Lowe burn. Unlike normal sorcery, he can't disable spiritual sorcery at that distance.

Flames don't work on flaming spirits. So let Lowe approach you through the huge flames and attack from behind.

It was the defeat that made the mistake and went in without strengthening it. If Rowe was going to win, he shouldn't have made it.

Of course there's still something we can do from here if we're serious in action. but there is no point in getting that far on this occasion. This is only training.

"Long time no see. Was that Bappara Boppo?

'Yeah. So what do you do? Continue?'

"Surrender. If I get your flames at this distance, I won't be safe and I can't avoid them. You're still trying to keep me from getting hurt, so you're just not burning it, are you?

'Cause.'

Lowe sees the distance from the Spirit and declares defeat. The Spirit who hears it and reports it.

Now Lowe's body is completely covered with spirits, as is his long hair wrapped around his flames.

It's the truth that Lowe is safe because he hasn't shown the will to attack.

"Don't think you can beat me forever."

"That's not what I meant. Well, better than losing."

"If you're serious, I still don't know what happened."

"I'm serious about that now. I don't care if you use magic, it doesn't matter."

"Ahhh."

The excuse of holding the sword and not being able to put all his might into it more than he fought for doesn't work. Was it?

Maybe that's what this guy used to say, he's thinking about what that means.

As far as I'm concerned, the eight layers of the Devil's Sword, the medium I didn't show you, are perfectly torn and snagged.

I ended up using the Spirit. It's too user-friendly, and you know what, these guys.

"Wow, I called again appropriately"

'I don't care. I don't care about that. "

"You did."

"Reward me more than that."

"Uh, yes, yes, I know,"

I'd call it casual if I didn't even have this. Nobody moves unpaid except Nuberets. I didn't really want to use it in training, but I couldn't help it because I was annoyed that it was abating.

"Is that it? You can go as many times as you want.

"If I hadn't called this guy in, I could have done the second one..."

'If you want to do it, don't worry. Instead, I'll get paid for it. "

"So that's it."

"Well, then I'll go to the jar and sweat for what I didn't have enough"

"Whoa, whoa."

"Never mind."

Once apologized, Lowe waved and metastasized without turning this way as he walked away. Probably directly to the jar.

Okay, let's go.

"Yes, yes..."

I check the money in my hand and try to remember where I might be able to see the play in Wang Du's theater, but I don't know if I'm doing it because I don't usually do it.

Well, you should go.

'Look, come on, what are you doing? Go watch the play quickly. "

"Uh, yes, yes, I'm coming. In the meantime, you're gonna have to flame up and pretend to be a decent human woman."

"I'll do it right when I get to town."

"Really?"

While I'm a little anxious, it's the usual thing and I give up. Sometimes I forget to be who I am, but you have to let me delude you...