Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

To talk to me, I turned my back off Hal's knife. Is this the price of losing reason, or does it seem to have run into an act that you would never have done if it were a regular knife?

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Hal remained silent, throwing the iron ball he had removed from the porch. The iron ball rises over the head, which is the blind spot of the knife, and falls into a forked mood as it progresses to a certain distance. A meteorite falls on the back of his head.

"Ha ha! It's okay, Derris' husband. When this happens, my five senses cross in vain. So..."

I heard the wind cut. The knife is turning its back on the ground and lying on its back in the air.

"- Murder is like this! I feel sensitive!

An overhead kick toward just an impending iron ball. After what an elusive, high-powered sound, the leg armor of the knife that collided with the iron sphere crumbled, and the iron sphere, which boasted absolute hardness, was also finely crushed and dispersed.

"That's right, I can't wait! Oh, good, take it!

Instead of sacrificing the leg armor, the knife's foot seemed safe. I'm walking all I can without any problems. And the way the ground was decided every step of the way was incredible. The act of kicking the ground has been determined to be an attack, and cracks are running as if endurance disregard is adapted to the floor or striking a giant pile every time the soles of the feet meet the ground. The knife is now transformed into a dangerous being just by touching it.

"De, Mr. Derris. Didn't you kick it now without even looking...?

"Oh, you don't even need to see it."

This is an inversion due to the fact that Berserk's secondary disadvantage coincides well with the nature of the knife. If it was meant to be, losing reason during battle would be an illusion, and that would be the only thing that would save my life. However, by daring to become a beast, the knife was able to move as impulse, as instinct, and became sensitive to the information transmitted from the outside world of the flesh.

If you want to borrow the word of a knife, you can fight nice, you can fight good, you can fight good! Since I'm like this from time to time, it's no problem! I guess it's like. It's a terribly appropriate answer, but it's also a really appropriate return.

"Has Hull changed?"

Hal after throwing an iron ball is the same low setup as before. The black spear floating in the universe hasn't tried to fly yet. Is it because you can see it avoided where you just threw it, or are you thinking of another use -

"Gravas."

To the penetrating knife, Hal circles the entire field again through the cage of gravity. The ultra-gravity that strikes me besides Hull, the surgeon, all of this, I couldn't avoid the knife, and my disease-driving posture was gnarly low. I got low, I got low... and ran out on four legs as it was.

"De, Mr. Derris, is this......!?

"Ya woke up wild, I guess..."

I have to laugh bitterly at this, too. 'Cause running on four legs is making it faster. Hey, karate girl there. Where'd you leave the karate element? Even the Beast Man only walks on two legs right now. By the way, both arms have become legs, so the load hanging on the ground is also double. Ground, holes everywhere.

Also, the knife was moving while changing its orbit to a zigzag instead of heading in a straight line in order to avoid narrowing the target by throwing. If you can move around so hard, it's extremely difficult to hit Hull's throw.

... I doubt it, is this wisdom as a beast? I can't believe you're turning your head around without reason.

"Huh!

The knife, which was moving agile from Hull to left and right, began the attack. I also thought about what I would do when they bit me here, but the attack I would make was a kick that seemed to predominate in karate. The karate technique of the knife seems to be engraved to the level of instinct. A little reassuring.

I just can't feel safe about that power. It's Berserk's ability to ignore endurance, but he's still speeding up when he gets here. Didn't you take this off to the limit of your body instead of reason?

"Shit!"

With such a kick of a knife, Hal tries to dodge it with light footwork. The little Hal looks even smaller as he leans forward against the kick. Of course, there was no word for forgiveness or additions or subtractions to the knife, and a kick was flying that would break Hal even from the top of the guard if it hit him.

I wouldn't have made it just to dodge it. But Hal was weaving his temper to dodge at the expense of the arm of those who could still use it. Hull's arm only had enough contact to plunder into the knife's kick, but the kick's power was immense. At the same time as that moment of performing the temper, the arm was ringing an unpleasant sound from within. As a result of paying the price, Hal took the back of the knife.

To the extent that I try to slap him on the ground, he lands as his instinct. It's going to be the same flow as at the beginning. To prevent it, Hal threw himself into the knife shortly after he was in the mood. inverted immediately after dodging, is a fast tackle from It's almost simultaneous from throw to tackle, and depending on the way you look at it, it would also seem as if the knife and Hull were blown up at the same time.

Hal, who took his back completely, but his arms are already unusable. Is that why? What is taking it to the neck of a knife in the air, in the form of a tightening solely with your feet? I don't know, yeah. I knew I was holding my neck gutsy with just my legs. Things have changed so dramatically that my uncle's eyes are hurting. The gravity by Gravas was also increased at this time, when the two bodies fell to the ground as they rose the dust with Zudon.

"Heh, hah...!

"Knife, it's amazing. Power and speed are completely beyond me. Just a little plunder, my body looks like this. But, you know, this is what I'm learning. The fully defined neck joint also passes on the lattice."

Is it my fault? Gob man is shivering.

"Ha, ah......!? Not yet, not yet, all of it ha......! It's far away, hey...!

Yes. The only knife that's been decided is the neck, albeit from behind. Her hands and legs are still alive. If a knife in such a state storms me, I can shake as many hulls as I want.

"What do you mean?

"Ah...?

When did Hal have a knife in his mouth for demolition of the monster? And the three black spears I left in the sky pointed at the knife directly below - wow...

"Ho!"

Back to back with a lovely voice, the deed is so cruel. Hal held the knife's neck strangled with his leg and stabbed the right arm of the knife with considerable momentum. Spears descending from heaven at the same time. After that, well, you can imagine the result if you calculate the number of legs in both hands and the number of knives + spears.

"To finish - All Break"

Hal applies the magic he just learned yesterday to a tooth-eating knife. Because I'm not used to it yet, I can also use this magic, which I wasn't able to use in conjunction with my wand or temper, now that I'm sealing my hands and feet and touching them directly. Its effectiveness is about 10% of the target's status-degradation grant, but this significance is significant in the battle of belligerents. Even the knife's body is poisoned. If this happens, there's no more way to reverse it.

"Okay, that's it! Simulated battle, shuuuuu!

Lily's voice echoed through the room as the knife nearly let go of consciousness.