Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"To be a lady... training..."

Waltz shrugs so as he narrows his eyes when he sees the swordsman in a wheelchair (energy) and the sage outfit that came alongside him like that.

At that time, did she not laugh or blow out because she was too surreal, or because she asked the hunter for training because she was herself if she was of good quality (just)?

In contrast to her like that, Lucia's, she was stuck at her desk, shaking with a pull.

She seemed to have some special reason to be desperate and have to hide her expression.

Seeing those two reactions...... a swordsman still sleeves through to a bright red dress opens his mouth roughly to say it was all bandaged up.

"This is the result of a serious effort to train with Energia!

Lucia's vibrations have grown more than once over the past few days because of the hunter's continuing training or the moment she hears such a way of talking about a swordsman who was becoming a habit, and her tail swells again into the bread as if it were bamboo...

Seeing how it was, he didn't intend to point it out to the swordsman, who was crossing the line of shame, and he continued his own words, ignoring Lucia's reaction as much as he could.

"Mr. Waltz, who wasn't here, may not understand, but a lot has happened in the past week..."

and a swordsman with broken two hands and legs fixed to the gutter and wheelchair.

And the wise man who was next to him,

"Ah...... It was tough..."

He looked tired from the bottom of his heart and sighed deeply as he said so.

Seeing how it goes, Waltz speaks a rare, labored word.

"That's... good luck."

Hearing those words, the Swordsmen have been harsh for the past week (?) I felt the end of the training and it seemed to give me a relief look...

"... good luck with week 2 then?

"Hey?!

"Ugh, that's a lie, isn't it?

With that merciless word of Waltz, it seems we have both turned into a look of despair.

"That's a joke..."

And, Waltz said words like stabbing a nail at a motivated hunter, and then threw the question they'd been having since they wore it here against the two of them.

"... by the way, where are your leaders?

Waltz with his neck tilted, so mouthful.

At that moment, both swordsmen and sages put their gaze in a certain direction with a subtle look on their faces… It was the hunter who was the instructor of this training who answered her question.

"Hmm? What are you talking about? Waltz, if you're brave, you'll be there."

With that said, the same direction as the swordsmen...... i.e. a hunter with a chilling eye toward the maid girl.

Seeing her reaction like that, Waltz, the person she inquired about, and Lucia, who was finally settling down, all turned their gaze toward the maid.

Then,

".................." chuckle

and a maid of honor girl returning a high-level smile, different from just sales smile.

Look at her like that...... Waltz raises her voice unexpectedly.

"No way..."

"Ah...... No way."

And to the words of Waltz, who has yet to say anything, a nodding hunter.

And Waltz finally touched its core.

"I mean, the training went so well... you lost your presence so much that you couldn't see it!

"Brave brother wow..."

"What... no, yeah... It may not be a strong mistake... but no, it's a mistake."

Thus the hunters smiled bitterly because the waltzes could not reach the answer.

Then the maid explained that she was a brave man.

".................." Booty

"…………"

waltz and lucia to be.

Other temps, in fact, who were unaware of the circumstances because they arrived at this Hall at about the same time as their

"... there seems to be events in the world that go beyond the realm of understanding. I didn't know the brave man would undergo a sex change surgery..."

He seemed to have a rare and startling faceless look on his face.

"No. The contents and body remain men, right? Dear Tempo, I just threw away all sorts of things that have been fences before when I demonstrated my abilities."

"Yes...... Living like a man for you was a fence..."

and waltz looking at pathetic things against the brave.

But by throwing away what he cherished, the brave man who gained enough power to easily bury even the ground dragon, whose defense was supposed to be handled, apparently had at the same time acquired a heart made of special alloy that was stronger than steel, which would not hurt to be turned to such a gaze.

"What can I do as a leader for my dear companions...... I wouldn't mind throwing away everything but this thought if I were to protect my people… that's how I decided to be prepared.... because once lost, no matter how much money you spend, no matter how much you get back, no matter how much you look around, and no matter how much you wish for God, you will never come back"

And a brave man with a regrettable mouth.

Everyone seemed to have a strange look because the majority of the people on the spot had a good understanding of who such a person would be in his mind.

That waltz was no exception, and she seemed to have narrowed her eyes and lowered her gaze.

The brave man who created the cause of such a heavy and painful air seemed to decide to change the subject by trying to destroy himself the air that silence ruled, whether he had felt it himself or not.

"... Dear Waltz. I have a favor to ask."

The moment the brave cut out so much, Waltz, who guessed what he wanted to say, returns the words before they were released from the brave.

"I mean, talk about wanting to be one of us?

"Exactly."

brave man bowing his head as he says.

Against such a brave man, Waltz answered this briefly after a loud sigh as usual.

"Nothing, okay?

"... are you sure?!

"No, but if you are now, it will follow you to the end of the earth, right? To protect my people... no, to get my lost people back, huh?

"You're right, sir."

That's what I said. A brave man who turns a nickely grin on Waltz.

Seeing him like that, Waltz...

(Honestly, I'm scared of laughing...)

It seemed like a brave man was stepping on that one leg in madness.

Nevertheless, this is not the first time that that kind of 'madness' can be directed at her...

"That's right, that's right. Isn't it time for the brave to quit? What do you mean, I'm a machine being treated like a demon?

"Yes...... maybe so. But King Endelusia, who is governed by my covenant with the goddess, has so far been missing…. If he is not found, he will not be able to convey his resignation, so for a while I know it will be in the form of a brave man."

"What? If King Endelusia met him about four days ago?

"... which the hell is that?

"My workshop in Wangdu"

"What..."

"I don't know why, but I put my neck in a box and decorated it with a ribbon that said 'PRESENT FOR YOU' or something, so I stuck it in the furnace every box. Maybe you're turning into a new Syranui sword by now? (You don't have the same crazy dimension as a brave man...)"

"Oh is that so...... Later, Mr. Silanui, let's hear from you."

and a brave man with a surprising look on his face, imagining the sight.

At that time, he remembered the immortal King Endelusia and thought again and again that he wished he had gone to the exorcism of the Demon King himself...

… by the way, is

There were about two people in this conversation who were not involved at all.

It is the potential of the boy's appearance and the energy of the wheelchair's appearance.

So what the hell were they doing...

'..................' chuckle

'..................' gogogogogogogogo

Remaining silent, using the signs I was releasing from my body, conversing (?) Looks like he was.

I might say that the way it is is, if I were to paraphrase it... is like an animal fighting over territory.

Nevertheless, I have no intention whatsoever of being a newcomer to Potentia, and it seems that energy is only burning confrontation unilaterally......

As a result, where the conversation between Waltz and the brave had come to a halt, the potential of the boy's appearance spoke against the swordsman's wheelchair.

"Energia? Is there something you want to say to me?

and the potential to inquire against wheelchairs that were causing unusual signs.

Then, Energia, once the wheelchair is shaped, and becomes a person, lowers to the couch about the swordsman who was fractured, before saying this.

"... you'll never give me Mr. Victor, will you? 'Gogo, gogo, gogo.

Apparently, she thought that a swordsman might be sidelined by a potentia who was the same as herself.

But there can't be that...

Potentia turned the grin that was floating into a bitter smile and mouthed the response.

'No, I don't need it. Because I still don't understand what it's like to like someone.'

At that moment,

"Don't you want Mr. Victor?! Oh my God...!

And, did you mistake what Potentia said, the energy to speak up.

As a result, she was on fire.

"Sister! Hey, I want to educate the newcomers there, okay?!

Looks like he decided to put some kind of black and white on his relationship with Potentia because he was with bloody people and instructors (Kalyudo) this past week.

"Yeah, okay? But not if you let dead people out or damage fields and buildings, right?

'Yeah, okay! Here we go! Potentia!'

'I mean... May I, Mother?

"You have no choice...... As for your irresponsible sister, I will punish you, so let Potentia know about Energia appropriately. But don't forget they're ladies, okay? You're a boy."

'Okay. Mother!'

And behind the energy that hits my sister, my brother Potentia leaves the guest room.

Thus the battle between two half-sided men, hung in pride and swordsman, opened the curtain….