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

"Wow!

Mr. Aroness hits something like the Vajra pestle into the black created by Kroto.

At that moment, magic converged at one point, and space threaded bent to wrap black.

But after a while, the space reverts back with the storm, and the black is there as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, I can't"

Mr. Aroness comes back after dumping the tools that hit the black.

Will you throw it away? It's pretty dangerous. I wonder if it's all for use.

I mean, even though it's not a good idea to throw it around.

"Dear Aroness, please don't throw me around"

He said, "If it doesn't work, you'll want to be infidel."

"That's not why you throw it away."

"Hmm, can't you do it now?"

Inai with the castle squire who picks up what Mr. Aroness dumps and blames him for. This guy seems to be someone I've known for a long time.

Mr. Lynn called me Ne. You look younger than Mr. Lynn for the purpose you saw, but you're older. It's called Inai, you're all too old to know.

Mr. Ubburne is roaring at the sight of his earlier black sturdiness.

"... who does it next?

"I'll do it."

When Kroto hears the next challenger, Mr. Mirka comes forward.

The atmosphere is serious. The atmosphere used to be when the people in Poheta were snoozing.

Why is this happening?

That's because we can destroy Kroto's black because when we heard him say Haku, Mr. Lynn and Mr. Geena, it became an experiment that no other human being could do.

Something Mr. Lynn wanted to try. That's why today, in addition to the eight heroes and all the kings, Mr. Geena and the other lady are here.

Mr. Aroness, the best, did a lot of things, but he seemed to give up with the tools that distorted the space earlier.

"Damn, they'd fall apart if that was normal."

"Oh, I knew that was pretty dangerous"

"Only space is screwed, and the objects there can't go with it. They just twist and crush."

"Why are you making such scary things?

"Hobbies"

Is it a hobby, is it? You can conquer the world if you collect the tools this man made, right?

The Devil's Sword can also be produced by this man. A disposable demon sword or something would normally scare you.

"I feel like I can go if the spirits call me, but I can't help it."

"Are there any other people besides that water guy?

"Well, speaking of which, you've only shown him. There are several others. He's always had a strong habit."

"Heh."

The spirits of that water were also largely habitual. I guess that means that other spirits are probably too.

But I don't think that such a strong habit gathers because of Mr. Aroness's strong habit.

I won't put it in my mouth.

"... go ahead."

After Kroto puts his hand on the black, he leaves a little.

From what I've heard from Kroto, we can change the intensity of black at will. That black now seems to be up to a strength that would normally be indestructible.

Well, even if I'm weak, I can't break it to normal people.

Because I tried before we all got together! I couldn't do it!

Whatever it is, it's too strong. Even if you wear it with a reverse helical sword, you won't be scared.

"- Huh."

Mr. Mirka, standing in front of the black, protrudes his fist as the earth steps forward.

The moment Mr. Mirka's fist touched black, the black distorted for a moment without sound. Oh, wow, even Mr. Aroness couldn't do that.

But is it still impossible to break it?

"... Huh?

The voice of doubt rose from Kroto. He leans his neck strangely when he sees it.

Is something wrong?

"What's up, Kroto?"

"... that guy, weird"

"Weird."

No, Mr. Mirka, he's a little weird.

Well, maybe, but where did you say you didn't think it could affect black?

"I see, I see. Mostly, I get it."

Mr. Mirka groaned so uncommonly. I mean, I don't think I've ever seen it before.

It's a half-body structure similar to mine, but the difference is you're pulling your right hand back. I'm standing in front of the black in a system like before I hit the body blow.

"- Huh!"

With the hanging voice, he punches his fist straight in with the black in its posture and puts a blow into the black. I don't have half the speed. It was the speed at which I wondered if my fist had flown in space.

And the next moment that fist touched black, black flew into abundance.

Seriously. Is it two shots of something Mr. Aroness couldn't break just because of his efforts?

"... lying"

Kroto looked at the sight with a gaze open. I saw the impossible. With that face.

The person in question, Mr. Mirka, returned with his usual half-eyed eyes.

"I can't break that one to be in Aro. Can't."

"What's going on, Mirka?"

In response to Mr Mirka's remarks, Ms Ubburne raises the question. I care too.

I mean, how did Mr. Mirka break it?

"Alchemy and sorcery in Aro can't interfere with that. So I can't. Except for the spirits."

"Am I right?"

"I don't even understand reason. But magic doesn't go through. You're in Aro."

After I say that, I look at Mr. Seles and Mr. Gurdo for a moment.

Taking that gaze, the two laughing nigga.

"I mean, we can?

"Yeah, a cell. Uh, a gurd, I can go."

"The journey. Well, that's not a problem."

"Seriously. I'm the only one with a big pinch."

Mr Aronez holds his head in the words of Mr Celes and Mr Gurdo.

I guess that means it won't work unless you specialize in those two sorceries.

"I can't even Rowe and Arne. You should run away if you're relative. To the blubber."

"... I thought so, but I still do"

"Well, we can only fight with flesh bullets in battle. Naturally."

"Haha, I'm still here. Because everything's halfway there."

Um, so you're saying that Mr. Mirka's blow just now wasn't just a blow?

I don't know what I did earlier, Mr. Mirka.

I wonder if you used fairy arts. I couldn't see the power.

"... I knew that guy, weird"

Kroto, you're looking at Mr. Mirka with a face you're not convinced of anything, tilting your neck.

I guess I was confident I'd never break it.

But I can tell from Mr. Mirka's words that it sounds destructive except for Mr. Ubburne and Mr. Arne. Mr. Aroness should also call the Spirit.

"Well, is it my turn?

That's what I say, Mr. Lynn pulls out his sword. In a dress. My hair is getting shorter today. I knew it was a shovel.

Kroto, who was frightened, went back to sanity with Mr. Lynn pulling out his sword, falling just as many steps as Mr. Lynn had moved.

"..."

And when I made black again a little further away, I ran and hid behind me.

I haven't trembled as much as I did before because of my memory back, but it still scares me.

"Tough."

"haha"

Mr. Lynn, who can get away with it by Kroto. Mr. Bulbe laughs bitterly.

I don't care if it's a bad consolation.

Besides, there's something wrong with Mr. Lynn about Kroto.

"Well, why don't you do it together -"

Restore your mind. Mr. Lynn stands in front of the black. And I don't make you feel any signs in particular, and I don't wave my sword at nature. As a matter of course. It behaves as it should.

It worked so beautifully, it was a gesture that I naturally felt cut.

And with that slaughter, the black that was in front of Mr. Lynn also blew away as a matter of course.

"Well, unexpectedly easy cut"

The person who hung up is surprised. It didn't look like I could do that much right now.

But Kroto had a natural attitude, unlike when Mirka was here earlier.

Well, Clo said so himself, naturally.

"I mean, I can do the same thing as Lynn, right?

Mr. Geena goes to talk to Mr. Lynn casually.

"Doesn't that happen?

"Hmm... I wonder what that power of ours is. Is that the power of dragons?

"I hear that's what she said. I don't care what you say. I'm just waving my sword."

"I wonder if this tail of mine is pulling dragon blood."

Then what happens to me?

They're kind of old-fashioned friends. Until recently, there was no interaction.

Well, Mr. Lynn is Mr. Lynn, and Mr. Geena is a casual person.

"... doesn't your mother?

"Hmm, because punching me in the exterior is just a blow. I don't feel I can break it. Technician swords end up being magic and natural phenomena, and they don't work for that black thing."

"... I don't know, something, I lost confidence"

"Oh, was that Mirka's earlier? I can't do that."

I wonder if I can hit him with that exterior. I have a feeling something will work.

Well, Inai doesn't seem motivated, okay?

Still, I knew Mr. Mirka's attack earlier was something special.

Does the fact that you haven't been taught mean you're not willing to teach or something I can't remember?

I'm curious, but will you listen and tell me...