Tenge and the seaboy peered into the MP atomic beads and tilted their necks uniformly.
Originally, the item name and grade were displayed as letters, such as "inner suit (top), fifth grade", but the red demon sword of Tenji was somehow different.
"$" = > G +, 9- * K? "
It was completely lettered.
It indicated that something that was not Japanese or a meaningless string was obviously non-measurable. As a result, Tenge dropped his shoulders unexpectedly.
(After all, Hell Beast and this red demon sword do not match the concept of grade itself. I thought it was strange in the first place, but now it's clear. In hell, the concept of hierarchy is different.... I still don't know a lot about it.)
Even the giant tree, which clearly deviated from the fifth grade of the demon, had enough suspicion to lift it up.
An obvious business red demon sword that easily slashes the thick branches of a giant tree, even in a tenge without skill.
Tenge understands that these are elements that cannot be measured in the MP Atomic Beads, which is a natural measure of ”grade” for this era. In short, the classes known to Tenji and others and the classes of hell are by no means equal.
I acted to elucidate my vocation, but the result only deepens the mystery.
"I wonder what this is. I've never seen this typed before."
"I wonder what it really is. The wonder has grown again. I still have a slightly skewed nature."
Tenge and the seaboy gave each other some air and dropped their hips on the sofa without thinking about the broken bones.
It was then.
There is a sweet smell of cookies in Tenge's nose.
No, it's not.... a sweet, feminine vanilla perfume that moves your nose unexpectedly.
"Hmm? What is this... kind of a nasty weapon... no, it's a sword. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you a student?
Tenge reacts inadvertently to the woman approaching without warning. He turned his face in a hurry towards the direction of his voice.
Immediately beside his face, the eyes of Tenji and the tip of his nose had eyes similar to those of the moonlight, which was so beautiful that he fell in love with Sengoku Shiraito. I saw the beauty so breathtaking in reality at close range that Tenji couldn't think of a word to hang on to.
Until now, Tenji's heart was halfway through a fierce gap that seemed unlikely to be the woman who was breathing and sleeping.
"Chigo-chan, you're so close. Tenji, I'm surprised."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Our customers are unusual, so I keep up with them. How long have you been an Explorer high school student? Sure... since Winter Happiness" Fuyuki "? And the color of that uniform... is unusual."
The white stitching was judged by looking at the color of the tenge's black uniform.
In Japan Explorer High School, you can specify the color of your uniform at the time of enrollment and at the time of graduation.
The role of the Explorer is articulated by color. However, as you learn, your thoughts may change, so you can change the color of your uniform each time you request it from the school.
White line uniforms, such as those worn by tired students, are uniforms worn by students aiming to act as damage dealers to monsters, called "attackers". They are always expected to be active on the front lines of the party. That is why there is a tradition of wearing blue, which is said to restore the calmness of the mind.
Aijia was wearing a white line uniform in a deep green area, playing the role of a "supporter". Students dealing with healing, buffs, debuffs, and these will wear this uniform.
They are always expected to coordinate, heal, and give the whole party. They often cut green, which is traditionally said to have healing effects.
Black line students in wine red fabrics are often referred to as "shields," and wear uniforms that are dominated by "red", which is said to be the only visible monster.
There were also advantages such as the fact that it is difficult to understand blood if it is red. It has been said for a long time that a strong mentalist is a good shield because he wants to be united in the eyes of monsters and not to take blood. The large number of former sportsmen is also a characteristic of the shield player.
And a grey line uniform in the black where the tenge is coming.
This uniform is a slightly special uniform worn by people who circle around on the basis of being 'discreet'. There are various patterns when you are a student who carries luggage part-time like a tenge, or a student with a vocation that specializes in secrecy.
That's why there were so few wearers, and the white stitches stuck in my eyes.
One last thing.
There are also several students in pure white uniform in high school. Because of their rare existence, they have hardly ever been in high school in themselves, and they have not even met much at Tenge.
White uniforms, they are a special colour that only school-approved geniuses are allowed to wear.
The reason why Japanese Explorer High School students color their uniforms is to make them understand their role at a glance when partying with professional explorers. It has the same role as a sports uniform.
As can be seen at a glance, it was a system that was introduced about a decade ago so that it could be judged in the battlefield in an instant.
White stitches look at a tenge in an unusual black uniform, strangely bringing her face closer and staring at her as if she were licking her whole body.
"Ha, yes! Noriji Tenjo, 16 years old, occasionally works part-time as a luggage holder!
"Ah, you're carrying luggage, isn't that great? Black is unusual, so I accidentally shouted. Tenji... it's my pleasure to say hello to you."
"Sincerely,
The sea child smiles unexpectedly as he sees his tenge rise commensurate with his age. White stitches also looked at the cute high school students and returned with a slightly loose smile to the.
The white stitching quickly switched from the tenge to the red demon sword on the desk and reached out to grab the sword in its natural motion.
Tenge could not say anything about the overnaturally occurring behavior.
"Wow!?
Sparks were scattered between the buttocks and the sword and the hand of the thousand villages.
It was as if the red demon sword refused white sewing from the side.
"I'm surprised... this isn't a regular sword. What level of weapon?
"Sengo-chan, you're as thick as ever. I can't even try to touch a weapon I don't know... first. That's it... it's impossible to measure."
"Unmeasurable? You used our MP atomic beads, right? I've never heard of it becoming impossible to measure."
"I don't know where that is. This seems to be a sword created by Tenji's natural abilities, but it's going to be written like this."
"Wow, that's a strange sword. Hey, Tenji, why don't you take this?
White stitching seems to be close to the personal area.
Tenge stuck her back to the sofa hook and ran away from her face too close.
White stitches are at the tip of the eyes and nose, asking interestingly to peek into the eyes.
Those eyes are supposed to be Japanese, but they glow yellow like a sunset, and I feel like they have some kind of magical power.
Tenge panicked away while blushing and grabbed the red demon sword to escape the white sewing.
After seeing the sparkling sword, the white sewing nodded a few times, and began to move my fingertips like I was manipulating a yarn doll.
Then, when she realized, she had a dense thread in her hand, and a sword was finished.
It was a pure white Rapier.
With a slender Western sword, everything is white from sword to sword. It was hardly decorated, and only the apologetic decoration of the white thread made the sword stand out.
The sword resembles a sacred beauty that matches the appearance of a white stitch.
A little experiment ~
The white stitching said so in a light tone, holding the white sword in his left hand, he turned his gaze towards the tenge.
I don't know what I'm trying to say, and Tenge returns the line of doubt.
"Er...."
"Shake that sword down as hard as you can, will you? It's okay, it's okay! This is a consumable and will not be a problem if it breaks!
"Um, uh... okay."
There was no way that Tenge could be turned off in my intriguing eyes without telling me.
In the first place, slightly sweaty white skin on white stitches dressed in extreme fashion was already an intolerable sight to tenge. Rather than enduring it, virginity tenge was poisonous to the eyes.
Tenge holds the red demon sword upwards to wipe out evil.
And I decided to shake it down as much as I was told.
That's what I thought.
However, that shallow idea had the result of being betrayed lightly.
As if they were cutting tofu with a knife, the red demon sword slashed the white sword in two. The tip of the white sword fell to the floor, and in the white seam's hand was a sword that could not be folded in half.
"Eh, lie...."
"Wow, this is so sharp. That sword."
I felt like I had done the tenge, but the white sewing leaked an impressive voice. Even the seaboy who was watching the situation from the side remained stunned with his mouth open.
"I'm sorry!
Tenge lowered his head in a hurry.
Never thought this would happen, but the word compensation comes to mind instantly. The amount of compensation starts to be calculated in the brain.
But the white stitches smiled as if they didn't bother her.
"That's good, that's good, but my thread raper just fell off like a toy. That's good, I'll take that too. Senpai Chow, buy this!"
The white stitches made a sweet voice and gave an innocent smile to the seaboy.
However, the seaboy immediately shook his head aside to deny it.
"I can't, I can't. This belongs to Tenji and is not for sale. Still... it's more sharp than I imagined. I can't believe the sword slashes my sword, but it also lightly slays Sengo-chan's Thread Rapier...."
"Really, who the hell are you...?
The subject of interest for seachildren and white stitches had completely shifted to tenge.
Tenge, who did not expect this to happen, started to rush with his eyes to the right and left to see what to do.
So the seaboy coughed a little and gave me a rescue boat.
"Well, I was just talking about it. If you're worried about Sengo-chan, sit here and listen to me."
"What? Are you sure? Well then, don't hesitate."
White sewing replied as she understood and sat next to the tenge.
I started staring at the side of Tenji as it stood. There were two emotions in his eyes that made him feel worthy of the power of tenge, and two emotions that made him envy "cute, young high school students".
White stitching, because of its appearance and overflowing talent, there was no such thing as a friend other than the sea child perimeter. That's why I've never had a boyfriend.
Everyone sees the white stitches at a glance and reacts to them as if they were in love or beautiful. And I get involved with her and mourn her for her lack of talent. You notice a wall of isolated talent between you and her.
This is the pattern of human behavior that comes into contact with Sengoku Shirai.
"Ah, um... it's close."
"Don't worry, I'm always like this."
The white stitches sat at a distance where the skin seemed to stick together.
Apparently, the white sewing didn't seem to have the option of "leaving". Tenge turned his gaze to the sea children sitting face to face.
"Do you have a name for that sword?
"No, I don't think so"
Again, Tenji lied.
The red demon sword contains the word "red demon", so I dared to hide it.
But I couldn't get through the lies with the white stitches in front.
"No, you definitely have a name. You can't fool my eyes.
"Hey, Sengo. I told you not to use your skills in public, right?
The sharp penetration of the white stitching surprised me for just a moment, but the seaboy stood up to control the white stitching and stuck a hot tea cup to the white stitching's neck.
He taught physical sermons as well as words. As soon as the white sewing jumped up, it quickly became small and rounded like an angry pet.
"It's hot... uhh, it's not too bad."
"There are so many things I don't want to say to Tenji. Me, Leon, that's what's in Sengoku, right? Or can I talk to Tenji about it?
"No! That's not enough!
"Well then, don't push Tenji. Ready?"
"Ugh... I'm curious."
"Got it?
Ugh, okay.
The white sewing that entered the shuffle mode came and walked towards the seaboy, sitting a little bit smaller.
Watching this, Tenge is freed from tension at once.
"Sorry, Tenji. Sengo-chan is basically my pace, right? If anything happens, I'll be the stopper, so don't hesitate to tell me."
Okay, bye-bye ~
Tenji decided to keep talking to get information from the seachildren.
There are thousands of white sewn townships, but I don't really care. However, the glitter and tenge of your gaze can't help but turn to the white stitched chest.
So again, Tenji started spinning words.