Black Summoner

A tin that took something out more than a nostalgia scattered them all over the universe at the next moment. It was Kunai, the backsword, the tongue fur, the spear, the double sword, the blue dragon knife and all sorts of weapons that struck the universe. In them as if it were raining but thrown in large quantities, the tin starts erecting wind thunder bars again.

(I wonder if Ange gave up even to the amount of weapons. But what are you gonna do with all this stuff? … can you tell if you try it)

A group of weapons falls faster than the stage and the bell penetrates into it. Though seemingly helpless, the devil's sword of distortion imparted to one leg, the Ethereal Sword of the Wind Cut (Gladius Aire), is still alive, as is the multiplied speed. If you can do something about me in this state, actually do it. And this behavior was also a bell message. And Tin instantly understood such a unilateral message.

"Shadow - Hundred Nights (by Hiku)!

"- Huh!"

Bell comes in toward you, but no, Tin activates his own unique skills. What appeared at that moment in all directions of the bell was a group of hundreds of people all visible only to the tin itself.

(Surprised. I'm not making remnants at high speeds like Ange, or magically generating fakes. Not only her appearance, but also the signs of release and the faint magic herself. That's what my suspicion says...!

The appearance of those wearing the same face, the same back length and the same chinese clothes as the tin is the tin itself, no matter where they come from. On the contrary, as Bell speculated, it is exactly the same, even to the contents of thoughts, strengths, and abilities that can be held.

These incredible forces stem from her inherent skills. Through Hell's workouts under Kelvin, Tin evolved into a Superman, and met this inherent skill, Shadow Split. It is precisely the power of a ninja-like name to create a shadow split. However, the identities created by this ability were in no way substitutes for being cleaned up with the word identities or fakes.

(The "shadow identity" of the tin can be assigned the maximum value of HP to create a real identity with an entity. The thoughts and abilities of the person remain the same, and when it comes to differences, there is only HP for the assigned amount. Even at this stage, I say we can create up to a hundred such identities, so it's really delicious - a really horrible force. The number of quasi-S adventurers increases to 100 at once. When I was in danger, I could have done something like that earlier. On the other hand, the downside is that once you assign HP, even if the shadow is knocked down and disappears, you won't be back at the level for a few weeks... it seems quite ready, and it's imperfect to watch out for overuse. Then get to where you're going, tin! Personal Revenge to Bell during Battle Rally - I'll leave it to you!

Kelvin, who was watching the game in arms with the other S-class adventurers, cheers for his beloved apprentice (tin) who is so in his heart. I really want to fight myself, but I really want to fulfill my own heart pierced revenge, but I still want to do it myself, I was wondering if you would give it up, if I should have gotten the most of it, and then there was a good amount of stray, but I wasn't false in my willingness to support the tin.

Knowing or not such a complex heart of Kelvin, a group of tins spanning hundreds of people, all of which raise their mouth angles. The massive amount of money the tin had sprinkled across the universe earlier, all of them reaching out to them, and if you noticed, all of the hundreds of tins had completed their arming.

(No matter how elaborate the split is, the fake will disappear if the main unit is defeated. Normally, I guess the guy with the three-verse stick is, but I can also think of it if he's daring to get into the fake. And replaced it with fake, weird technique just now...... I might do it again when I get pinched)

The "Sky" used by the tin to remove the distress is a ninja technique (in person) that allows you to switch positions with your body at the price of an additional maximum HP. Because HP consumption is greater than creating a split, it cannot be repeated many times, but once the capability is activated, it is a sure way to avoid any critical situation. Even if Bell didn't know the details about this power, he seemed to be using some method.

(Then it's a simple story, isn't it? He seems like a strong man, let's crush him all)

As a result, the answers she gave were extremely simple. Defeat everything thoroughly until you can no longer create a split body. If you get a hit in the middle of defeating your split, you're lucky, even if you don't, it's confirmed that the tin was draining strength, so this is the most certain thing. That's what Bell concluded.

"That was a language I didn't know earlier, but I kind of figured out what it meant. So I'll tell you from me, too. If you are a challenger, come from you. Because I'll crush you politely."

"~ ~ ~ ~!"

Roaring tins, throwing weapons that are released, diverse objects that are wielded, and even wind thunder wind up. Bell swung up the Devil's Sword to take care of all of them looming and smash them to pieces.

"Game one, over -! It is the victory of Representative Lumiest, Mr Bel Baal!

"" "Wow!

"Whoa whoa whoa! Behroooooooo! It's a boulder. Ahhhhhhhhhh!

The venue is wrapped with cheer, along with some screams that are somewhat temperamental. Hmm, the screaming now, like it doesn't sound familiar, like I don't want to remind you again. Whoa, it wasn't the other way around. Let's welcome the tin first.

"Good day, tin"

"Also, thank you for agreeing, Mazda... I had recommended it, but I lost, and it was negative and I didn't mean it. Uh-huh!"

On Tin's face when he returned from the game, he was seeping all the time wondering if remorse was still this. My voice withers and I can't stop crying from my eyes.

"Belle, you're so sorry you did all that to your opponent, you're so bummed out, and you cry about it, aren't you? Then don't apologize. Everyone here admits to the battle of tins."

"So..."

"I'm saying you did a great job. Honestly, you did more than I imagined, didn't you? I don't know if Bell can win, either! If you enjoyed the fight, it's still good!

"Yeah, it was a great fight. Look, your pretty face ruins it. No. Use this handkerchief. Come on."

"Yes, but first... Cheyne!

"Oh, it's wilder than I imagined..."

Toxic purple handkerchief handed over by Grostina and a relentless nose tin there. Probably full of emotions and I can't afford to worry about my physique.

"Even though I lost, didn't I reward you with one or two arrows? Especially Atashi, that scene's paralyzed. See, the one who threw and beat back the knai that got thrown and reflexed with Dawn's awesome speed! You could have fought the magic of your enemies with a wind of gain."

"The maneuver to push with the quantity, I think it was pretty good. If it weren't for that kid with a good mind, he might have been able to take it down before he could hit the real thing ~. Or when he stopped, it seemed like he was adding or subtracting it intentionally to the real tin, and the sharpness of that kid's mind is unusual, seriously."

"Huhaha! Wasn't he a good muscle when he was little?!? Don't worry, me and Gross's sister will take revenge!

"Mi, everyone......!

The welcome of fellow adventurers is warm without complaining about losing. Well, that would be true, too.

"Well, if I win, it's fine. Not at all."

"Yeah! If I win, there's no problem!

"Hey, if Atashi wins, there's no problem."

You don't doubt your victory at all, including mine.

"Oh, no overconfidence, huh? Everybody knows that area, right?

"I know. I know. Then it's Atashi's turn. I'm gonna rub a young man in here."

With the love sword on his shoulder, and for some reason a tongue-in-cheek, Bakke went to the stage.