Continental Hero Senki

"Hmmm... you're so flashy..."

I lurk my breath as I hide in the bushes, whilst flashing at the chase and the trees that are swept down, arguably childish, that are going on in front of me.

... I don't think it's necessary to lurk my breath, but it's a big deal over there.

But just in case, Yuzef Nantka's hair roots could burn out.

Nothing. I'm not interested in the life or death of that guy's hair root, but I'd be in trouble if he got hurt because of me.

So let's keep quiet for now.

I act carefully and as I was told beforehand to avoid making footsteps.

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"Ah? Are you alone?

"Do you see me more than two?

"Chip. Are you kidding me? Do you mean women's dormitories by now?"

Um, surprisingly, this bald guy turns his head. I don't know, I think it's too brief, but I guess that means that's fifth grade.

"I will spare you that courage."

"Will you let me get away with it?

Oh, sweet. You're a gentleman.

"No, let him hit me about 20 shots"

"Oh, right"

I don't know if you care about the social scenery. Speaking of four men, it's tough being the Count's son.

Okay, well, I wonder if Mr. Marinovska did well.

Meanwhile, that bald guy - is that his name? Was it Mr. Tartar Sauce? - is approaching this one with his child as he rattles his cockroaches and fingers.

Hmm, sounds like a scene from a Nintendo movie.

... Hmm. I think the distance to them is about 20 meters.

"It's your loss. You'll regret it in the afterlife at best."

Are you willing to kill me?

"Sir, I'm not admitting to losing, and I'm not going to die."

15 meters.

"Oh? What are you talking about?"

10 meters.

"Seniors should also go back to the dorm and do it in the reflection group"

Five meters.

"What are you talking about, you? Where in the hell am I supposed to reflect?

Below Tull abbreviated seniors laugh at Guerraggera and ask that question.

"Of course it is."

One meter.

"I didn't have a trusted companion."

"Ah?"

Tal managed to scream before he could say anything to me.

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- 15 minutes ago.

I'll explain the operation.

"Yeah, I'll listen to you!

I hear he came up with some good hands. Nantka's eyes were shining. No heart or his face is alive, and he probably likes to think about it.

"First, you and I will shoot a water polo (water ball) about 150 meters from the enemy at the same time, Mr. Marinovska."

... Yes?

"But you don't think shooting from there is gonna hit you, do you?

"You don't have to guess. 'Cause those guys need us to notice and go after them."

What are you talking about, this guy? Maybe I'm not trusted?

"Uh... well, you can't even react like that. I'll explain it in order."

"Yeah, I'm gonna ask you to understand."

Otherwise, it won't go to my head.

"Er, if I shoot a water polo (water ball) first, Mr. Marinovska is in the right place... I want you to hide in the bushes by the street too"

"What about you?

"I'm going to rip them off the girls' dorm."

...... Butch.

Something cut off in my head.

"So while you're running, I can run into the girls' dorm, right?

Ha, this is what I think I'm going to say. This is why men are in trouble. He thinks it's the highest justice to protect a woman at the expense of herself.

Sure, there will be sweet little women who fall in love with men for that, but I don't like having them protected. What do you think I'm doing at this school?

frustrating. All right, hit me a few times here...

"No, that would be troubling"

A clenched fist stopped in the air.

Huh? What do you mean?

"If you run away, you'll get away with it."

Are you going to say something good?

"So what am I supposed to do?

"Easy. I want you to sneak up from behind those guys."

Uh, does that mean...?

"I mean, just now, I'm gonna change my position."

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Behind Senior Tal stood a red-haired girl with a wooden stick about the size of a wooden knife, not knowing where she'd picked it up.

She beat the back of her neck from behind her senior's back. Yeah, looks like a lot of pain.

Senior Tal looks back, albeit somewhat cursory, to see what she looks like.

"Eh, meh...!

I don't know what you look like because it's from behind, but I would have just said 60% angry and 40% confused to observe from the tone.

Other faces surprised and looked back at the appearance of abrupt visitors. I mean, you turned your back on me.

She has nothing to say in particular and makes further attacks on baldness.

She first punched a dovetail in the gap where the senior is still melting. I just got in a forward leaning position, shaking a stick and another blow to the back of my head. I kicked my groin thoroughly up to the seniors who fluttered unconsciously, not just saying todome.

... I wonder why. My groin is shrinking even though I wasn't kicked.

In just a few seconds this leader Tal senior is totally knocked out. He squatted on the spot and stopped moving.

I don't think he's dead, but he'd be in pain to death.

The surroundings don't seem to swallow the situation completely either. Probably not thinking about me.

I can't help it, seniors. Let me remind you.

I'm next to the right bald spot, and I released a water polo (water ball) at close range to the back of the man's head, which is creating a downward atmosphere.

"Dogon" sounded beautiful at the moment of the hit. This close would cause a concussion and faint because of the tremendous power. My skull may be cracked at its worst, but to that extent, you should go to the infirmary and it will heal. I don't know how much healing magic in this world is.

"You better watch your back too!

When I said that, the attention of the rest of the enemy turned to us all at once. Some of it's confusing, but it's simple, you guys.

"Watch out for this one too!

More Mr. Marinovska absurds his voice. One of the handsome men who responded to that voice turned to Mr. Marinovska... couldn't.

She swing the stick full like a baseball bat while she was turning around. Thanks to this, the man was attacked in the face.

Look, it's me. Face safe. No problem.

The battle began in more than a dozen seconds and was settled. Leadership baldness and two of its associates became incapable of fighting, and the other two fled one way or the other freaked out.

Mr. Marinovska tried to chase him, but he stopped him. This is more of an overdefense, and it could eat a counterattack.

When I stopped her, she gave a disgruntled look for a moment, but was convinced or kicked in the stomach of a man with his face covered with both hands and groaning at his feet. That's unforgiving.

Either way, we won. I'm glad it went well.