Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

... the world says, 'Rear charge, explode!' There is a word of jealousy.

It seemed the same in this world, where the unmarried, men and women alike, saw a happy couple whose days were full, and said, 'Get hit by a carriage!' 'The demons will eat you!' 'Magic, blow it up!' He seemed to think...

And here too...

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There was some happy couple.

... except.

Apparently, he wasn't the subject of jealousy.

Because my boyfriend and I thought that a man...

Where are we going? Mr. Victor.

... from the top of her head to her toes, she has no color but black (?) because he was being pulled by and half-forced around...

If you look at those two and suppose there is someone jealous... the person must probably be a true mazohist or something...

Well, aside from that.

Victor, the swordsman who was being pulled by Girl Energy, who looked black, was grabbed by her neck, pulled as she sloppily... but with that arm in his arms, thinking with a magical face.

"... crazy... Something's wrong..."

Of course, the discomfort he was feeling was not so much for the chaotic situation in which he was placed...

In the first place, these situations were becoming part of his daily routine and had already become 'normal' with no discomfort or other fine dust.

So what was he uncomfortable with?

The cause... apparently, was inside his own body.

"Hmm? Mr. Victor, what's wrong?

At last, Energia stopped fuzzily in the corner of the city, which was busy as downtown, realizing something was wrong with the swordsman.

In response to such an inquiry, the swordsman speaks about the discomfort in herself, without showing how she was disturbed even though she had been forced to pull it before.

"... it doesn't hurt at all..."

"Eh."

What the hell doesn't hurt...

Instead, would it have been better to hurt...

Based on the advice I had heard from Julia in Sacubas, Energia, who was still dressed in a remarkable bikini (mm machine), listened to the swordsman... and gave him a puzzling look with a shy hand on his cheek about what he thought...

The swordsman, on the other hand, keeps talking with a difficult look on his face without realizing what such energy looks like.

"This is all supposed to be pulled abusively, but bumping my arm, bumping my leg, it doesn't hurt at all... as much as it scares me..."

"What, should it hurt more?

"... Huh?

After coming here, the swordsman finally realizes that the thought of energy is moving in a suspicious direction.

And then when he's, like, starting to feel like he's in danger somehow...

Dogon!

His shoulders got bumped with adventurers and thinkers who wanted to go through, either because a lot of people were stopping to think about it as they went along.

"Oops. Sorry (... I knew it was crazy... it didn't hurt...)"

A swordsman dressed as if he were asleep, in ruffled trousers made of hemp, a polyester t-shirt (made of waltz) with a large 'kuraki' written on his chest.

Usually, I don't have to wear the light armor gear I wear during battle, and for him lightly dressed right now, if he hit the other adventurer's heavy armor gear even lightly, it would have caused him a lot of pain...

He apologized to the person he bumped into, bewildered by such a light-hearted feeling different from what he expected.

Then...

"Wow!

... and a heavily armored adventurer who suddenly falls to the ground and whirls around as he does, raising his voice.

Shortly afterwards, the big men, equipped similar to such adventurers, approached about three of the crowds who were in the downtown area.

"Hey, what's up?!

"Uh, this bone's gonna break."

"Whoa! Niechans? How can you put this on me before I drop it?

"No, no... no matter what you think, you're not a piece of equipment that fractures as much as you bump into..."

Say so... but as if it were a thin cardboard or something, a swordsman who anticipates what kind of people his opponents are while eyeing heavily armored men's gear that was heavily recessed.

... Apparently, these foursome are poor quality hitters.

I guess finding a couple who are flirting is causing something, even a demand for hardware...

Or can we deny the possibility that we are vigorously active day and night to blow up the rear charge...

"Ahhh?! I don't know!

"Actually, get hurt!

"Don't ask me if I can vouch for you!

"... (I don't know what to do...)"

Before those who embody Waltz's cliché, 'It's a pain in the ass,' the swordsman is haunting his head about what to do...

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

And one of the adventurers, most physically fit, took a short breath and grabbed the swordsman's chest.

Then, somehow, the Swordsman T-shirt,

Billy...

And it tears like thin paper.

Before that fact... the swordsman, who was still feeling uncomfortable, felt like he somehow figured out the cause, and accidentally frowned...

Then when he remembers that the torn, comfortable t-shirt was what the waltzes were wearing, what they would say later... and the adventurers involved are starting to bother him just like that...

Poofy...

And something lightly touches his cheek.

And at the next moment,

"Wow!

... a heavily armored man b suddenly screaming while holding down his own hard-looking cage hand (this) for some reason.

Seeing him add up like that and not getting up with a total of two of his buddies sinking into the ground... when the remaining adventurers finally started to realize something unusual was happening...

"Maybe these people, Mr. Victor's enemies?

Energia said such a word.

"... yes, no, that's not true, is it?

"Really?"

"Oh, oh..."

Leaving the energy alone, Victor the Swordsman decided to go through Chaos and shelter the adventurers because he felt hell was about to unfold all over town.

... but it seems that the door to hell, once opened, could not be closed by his own hand.

Dogowow!!!

And I thought something like a blast had suddenly blown all over town.

'Wow!

"Hey... me too!!

All four adventurers, for some reason swordsmen, were blown away somewhere far away.

And after that storm passed, it appeared that...

"... I was almost there, and I almost got poisoned by the swordsman's teeth ~. That was a dangerous place ~? Energia?"

"Ah, Cor!

Even as they wrapped red strings around their necks and pulled them... but it was because they bought a ton of favorite torso skewers, or the look of Cortex with Atlas in a superb mood.

Apparently, the thugs and swordsmen have become the magical food of the Cortex...