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

"Ugh... ah?

Blur awakens consciousness, and when you open your eyes, the ceiling of the inn enters your eyes.

Why are you in the inn?

"Ugh...!

Severe pain runs all over my body trying to wake me up.

I woke up all at once because of it.

At the same time, it reminds me of the imminent loss of consciousness.

"Can't you use a technician sword and a trump card to give Mirka a real blow?"

I couldn't even take it to antagonism.

I was using all the power I could instantly use, but I couldn't even touch her properly.

I can't believe I can hit a blow now, my complacency has passed.

That moment. That's when she unleashed the knockout move, the real her.

You mean the true strength of Uml's hero, Mirka Granes?

"... damn."

That guy must have been disappointed.

To that extent, the last blow of madness in death ignored any later recoil.

I couldn't even let her have a rushed look on her face, and she was lightly knocked down.

That last blow, even at a simple rate, had lost.

"What is a disciple? We can just use the same moves, but we're not talking about it at all."

Oh, shit, that's regrettable.

Is this the last time? Is this the last time?

I owe that man a great debt of gratitude, and it's over without him showing me so much.

I can't give you anything back with this.

"... guh... damn"

Regretful and tearful.

Pity, really.

But I know. I'll never get another chance.

That's what he said. Mr. Mirka is not the one to lie about that.

That was really my first and last chance to make a real battle.

That result is like faking it.

"Sumi... no"

Crying, apologizing to her for not being here.

I can't say it directly. I can't be rude like that.

If I were to apologize, I should have shown more power.

Of course I would have done it if I had the power to show it. That's all I can do.

I have nothing more to show her than that.

I'm sorry I didn't have it.

"No need to apologize"

When I raised my face to that voice, Mr. Mirka stood beside me at some point.

Even though I can't use magic right now, it's terrible on a boulder not to notice until I come beside you.

How long have you been here?

"Just now. I thought you were still asleep, so I approached you not to wake you."

Cheng Cheng, that doesn't bother me right now.

I can't move my body as much or more than I did when I did it with Mr. Balf.

The pain runs on my body when I try to use magic, and most importantly, I was crying.

"Tallow, to be honest, I'm so sorry to hear that right now."

"-"

He tells me what he thinks inside, and pity comes in.

The tears that stopped Mr. Mirka from coming are going to overflow again.

"It's just that I may not be able to fight Tallow on my own anymore. That's just too bad."

I keep going. Her words are gentle, and I look away from her back.

Then Mr. Mirka looked at me with a rare, full grin.

"I decided this would be the last time for this girl. Of course, after giving birth, I intend to bring myself closer to my original self. But I don't know where I'm going."

She continues her words as she gently strokes her stomach.

With a smile on my face as gentle as that hand.

"I knew it was too early. He said it was too early to do it for real with Tallow. Tallow is certainly strong if you combine all sorts of technologies, but a single technology is still immature."

Now shrug my tears with that hand, touch my cheeks gently.

The hand is very warm.

"Understand, my endeavor on that. Tallow responded with all my might. He connected my moves properly. Don't you have to apologize?"

"- There is, there is, there is."

In her words, tears overflow again.

I certainly couldn't respond to her. But I have been able to respond.

That's what he's telling me.

"Thank you for coming. I love it, Tallow. This kid, her husband, and Sister Inai."

"Gush, haha, it's an honor to have you say it in that order, but is Mr. Lynn good?

"I mean about the same. Tallow is as important and important to me as my family. The three of us are just different."

"I'm glad to hear that. So you're going to be Sister Mirka?

"Rather, from the standpoint, I guess you're the one who says I'm Brother Tallow. He's Inai's husband."

Returning a light-hearted word to her, she rode me too.

I'm just glad the words are happier to me now, and I can feel myself crying again.

"... Tallow, thank you. Really."

Seeing me like that, she smiled gently and slowly, mouthing me.

I didn't know if anything had happened to her, and her actions were still being exchanged.

And slowly release her lips, she gently strokes my head.

"If I hadn't met Howe and Sister Inai wasn't his opponent... I might have fallen in love with Tallow"

"Oh, uh, uh"

"haha, too hasty"

She laughed strangely when she saw me still panicking with no brain processing following her actions and words.

Then I go back to my usual sleepy face and open my mouth.

"Forgiveness, I don't know, but I'll forgive you until I name my teacher."

"but of the dental heart flow?

"No."

Mr. Mirka holds my hand and lifts it.

And with all the strength in his hand, he told me.

"The Graness-flow norm. Let me tell you one day," Forgiveness. "

"Oh, yes, absolutely"

Respond to powerless hands with strength.

There's no way I don't understand such an easy word.

Someday I was told to respond to what I couldn't do this time.

"Yeah, I knew, Tallow was good. It would be cool if it always was."

"Heh, what do you mean, always?

"... no, there's a regular tallow, so maybe you know how ready Tallow is at times like this"

Is that what I usually talk about, pity or something?

Well, the roots are hectic.

But I don't think this personality will change that much.

I mean, it's hard to change your human personality.

"We're waiting for temperament. Good luck becoming a grandmother."

"I think I'll be a grandpa by then, too."

That's too relaxing for boulders.

Well, I guess you're trying to make it easier for me.

"Tallow, did you understand the secret of my disconnection, a little?

"Uh, maybe. - I have that. I don't think I can handle it at all."

"Yes."

The answer to Mr. Mirka's question is extremely subtle.

But I have an idea that I could use osmosis.

She probably constantly sees the flow of qigong and constantly sees and moves the power of the flow of life.

I understand how they are trying to move their body faster than they actually do.

That's why her rate of disconnection in the melee seems too unusual.

Considering that, Mr. Feviema, who makes that girlfriend sweat cold, is probably a monster.

Except that I can deal with this because I see it, because I understand it.

In the end, you need instant judgment, and you need as much skill as you can handle it.

Just a little ahead of time to figure it out, that's all.

Besides, she shows her magic in the same way.

What she's doing isn't sweet enough to be avoided because she just sees it.

"I'll be there. One day, come."

"It's far away."

But just now, I was told to tell everyone to give me a waiver.

"Good luck"

"Hang in there."

The answer is the same as when we talked about fishing at what time, and we return it to each other as usual.

Let's see what we can really convince her of one day.

"Well, I have a little work to do after this. I'll see you later."

"Oh, yeah."

She did so and left the room without any remnants of fame or anything.

Well, looks like Mr. Mirka.

"Ah. I promised you I'd be impotent."

You want me to wear that mutilation and body surgery?

Ha, that's pretty lame.

"Let's do it."

Yeah, I'll do it.

I've always been responsive to being unscrupulous.

If I didn't know, I would have responded, but if I did, I wouldn't say I'm sorry I couldn't.

Not the old me now.

As pathetic as ever, it doesn't change, but the stuff I've piled up so far supports me.

And the guy who laid the groundwork for that pile told me to do it.

"I can never do this right now. But make sure you do it and show it."

All the time, put your strength into your body and decide to be ready.

"Ah, right."

At the same time, pain runs all over my body.

It hurts more than just now if Mr. Mirka lost his mind about going somewhere.

That's really not tight, me.