I learned the “pleasure” of fighting Rick on his promotion exam to the Golden Adventurer.
Using the emotion of enjoying the battle as a fuel and an infusion into physical strengthening, he succeeded in drawing more strength than usual.
But if you're going to use words to describe my emotions right now, that's frustrating.
My use of demons has been made false.
I was questioned about your taste in jackets.
Chisato and Reefa, they insulted their two companions.
Honestly, I could stand it to some extent when it came to myself, but just as long as I keep standing up and being made to turn my nerves upside down, anything will be clean.
"Ha!!"
Avoid wooden swords wrapped in electric shock.
Mr. Hart is strong.
I honestly ate the face for mobility using electric shock, and the attack is never weak.
But a swordsman stronger than him---now that I've fought Mr. Rick, the move was something I could handle adequately.
Stand with your left hand protruding forward as you step back.
"Sue."
Inhale briefly.
Follow the opponent's attack and consolidate the defense by gathering the magic of the Pure Demon on my left shoulder where the attack is slammed into.
A shaken wooden sword hits his shoulder, Bathie! can be played along with the sound that
"How robust! If so!!"
Electric shock rolled out.
But the electric shock of its power is accustomed.
Combined with physical strengthening, I was forced to step in and poke at the right palm bottom of my stomach, which I stood on as I wore them.
"Humph!"
"Guh!?"
The palm bottom rolled out with the intention of losing consciousness for sure, but that doesn't lead to a direct hit with a wooden sword as a shield.
But still, the wooden sword used for the defense is broken in two, and Mr. Hart's body is blown far rearward.
His body is still wrapped in electric shock...!
Looks like we're gonna run away at the same time as we land, but we're not gonna let that happen!
"Partially enhanced!"
Cage your strength on the stepped foot.
I give in to the point where my attitude is so forward that I jump forward to unleash my power at once.
Leap ——— As his vision switches like an early turn, he “lands” on the wall where Mr. Hart was struck in the back in the form of a slap on both legs and fists, staring at him with his sideways vision.
"I won't let you get away with it"
"Eh, ku!"
A number of electric shocks emanating from the palms directed.
Split soles bouncing off floors and walls with bare hands.
"He's a pigsty..."
He leaps off the wall and chases Mr. Hart off the spot at high speeds while scaffolding the ceiling.
If Mr. Hart's speed was a literal electroluminescent fire, I wouldn't have chased him as far as I could, but there's no way humans can move at thunderous speeds...!
Predicting Mr. Hart's movements and kicking the wall and accelerating, I land on the ground in his direction of travel.
"Humph!"
"Ahead...!?"
"We're done here!"
Fists and tightening moves may cause injury, so I can't use them.
Then I decide to grab Mr. Hart's chest barn in an attempt to escape.
Slap him to the ground and fist him in the throat as he untangles the physical strengthening of the arm he grabbed as it was.
"---My, it's a win"
"... ugh!"
A moment of silence.
Mr. Hart, who had a surprise look on his face, had a sunny grin when he saw the fist placed on his neck.
"... brilliant. I didn't know you'd get your hands and feet so far. Yeah, I admit I lost."
All right, then you can solve the physical strengthening already.
Taking a slow, deep breath, calming the spirit, untying the strengthening of the flesh, taking my hand away from Mr. Hart's chest barn, I give him my hand.
Immediately taking his hand, he stood up, laughing as troubled, turning his eyes to the broken wooden sword at hand.
"Apparently it was me who was insulting you. I knew you were Tamer, but I didn't think you were that strong without a demon."
"No, I'm only fighting with the demons, so I'm just running wild with my powers."
All I can do right now is hit and kick, and that's what I pay close attention to.
It's more dangerous to do prowl moves in this state.
……
Looking at the brave men watching the game, it seems to have caught my attention as expected.
Though I had the prospect of showing off this one's strength, I may have overdone it a little bit.
"Shall we go back?"
"Yes."
With further concern for the attention gathered, I return to the presence of my own lords with Mr. Hart.
Hekil, your expression remains blue.
I look at Hart walking next door with the thought of a little drinking-down on that look.
"Is Mr. Hart okay? You know, about your brother..."
"No, don't worry. There's a little bit of pride, a little bit of overcrowding… but for me, it's something to protect."
"Really?"
Before he was a valiant squire, he was my brother.
I'm sure there will be some circumstance to get there.
I somehow guessed at him laughing vaguely, and I went back to Reefa and Chisato without asking any more.
"Reefa, is that all you need?"
"Yeah, enough"
I receive Yulan and Lime from Reefa, who nods slightly in a superior mood.
Along with that, I notice that Chisato, with Schiff on his shoulder, looks at this one with a subtle look on his face, confirming that Hakuro is back in me too.
"In the meantime... is there a Tamer like you"
"Suddenly you say hello?"
"I think if my friends start to move away from me while I don't see it for a bit, I'll also react like this"
No, although I'm aware of it.
At least I'm using physical enhancement. I'm making superhuman moves.
Finally, Schiff jumps on my shoulder. [M]
Relieved by the usual weight of Schiff, I notice your gaze at Hekil, who is staring at us strongly.
Reefa noticed that too, looks back at him.
"Convinced?"
"... ugh!"
"I'm telling you, Kite is stronger with the demons?"
You can no longer say anything to that word, Hekil, who is holding his fist together so that he can indulge.
You were supposed to be pretty pissed off until just now, but now this one kind of seems to be abusing you.
"Reefa, that's about it"
"Yeah, I know."
Reefa snorted at by Chisato.
First of all, Mr. Marina rushed over to us wondering if the disturbance was over.
She comes before me looking slightly exalted.
"That's Chisato and you're from the same town!"
"Yeah, yeah."
things I honestly pull at her talking with a great sense of closeness.
The sight of an earlier handshake hand being purposefully wiped with a handkerchief strikes my head.
It may be a misunderstanding, but I return an ambiguous reply, feeling some sort of back to her like that.
"With that power, you left the executives of the Demon King's army, didn't you? If possible, why don't you show us how to fight with demons?"
"No, just now..."
It may be too late, but I don't want any more attention.
I'm not here to fight today in the first place, so I want to rest in the mood.
As Mr. Marina was gaining momentum, Mr. Hilde, who was watching the game on the training field with the brave men, spoke out so that everyone could hear him on the spot with applause.
"Dear Kite, Hart, good luck. Now, ladies and gentlemen, let's move to the hall earlier. So let's take you to your upcoming plans and the room you'll be staying in during your stay."
People on the spot in her words move into the hall as much as they did earlier.
"I'll see you later!" cried Hilde, who was nearby at some point when she was feeling more tired about Marina moving around the scene with her mouth.
"Dear Chisato, Dear Reefa"
Calling the two names, she bows her head deeply.
Mr. Hilde, surprised by the sudden apology, utters a pale word.
"I am truly sorry to have caused this to happen because of my inadvertent remarks at this time"
An inadvertent statement……?
Oh, is that what Reefa and Chisato tell me to tell you about the feat?
That's Hekil. I don't think you have to worry so much because you've just been having a hell of a difficulty...
"Dear Kite. That was brilliant."
"Oh, thank you"
Yes, I can't read emotions right now.
I know it's not the worse, but if you're confused by the light, Mr. Hilde, who bowed his head again, walks out to the hall.
"Poor kid, I can't believe you're looking at something like that..."
……?
A mumbling word.
Looking back unintentionally, she's already walked away.
Poor kid...?... Who are you talking about?