Different Dream Worlds - Reborn Cheats and Mysterious Skills to Build Different Worlds

Time when the sun hasn't even risen yet. On a quiet, somewhere idle night, only the light sound of cutting the wind stains the darkness and blends in to disappear.

The time is uncertain, but the lights of the house are gone already, and the villagers are sleeping in time before the Toto. Instead of walking outside on my own, I kept waving my sword in the village square for a long time.

Be heartless and wave your sword with selflessness.

If I could put it that way, one of the outfits would seem to come on, but I was waving my sword at the grump to relieve my body of pain.

That's how much wooden sword I would have waved.

In a movement that increased in intensity gradually, the sweat leaked out and the breathing was rough.

When I got there and looked up at the noticeable sky, there was a really beautiful full moon in the night sky. I'm sure this fierceness that you don't know will fit is a foretaste of me turning into a werewolf, think of the crap joke and I'll put my face back on the front.

The darkness of the night, mitigated by moonlight, is so shallow that it overlooks the square. Now I'm standing in the middle of an open square. Despite how much it opens, the weed spread like a lawn. So the only place where the brown ground is peeking into your face. I feel as if I'm standing on a ring surrounded by greenery.

But the analogy hasn't come off. This is the ground where me and Dick exchange swords and trample on each other like every day. It was only natural to face each other in this greenless place, not realizing how long the land had balked.

But that is also the end of the day.

A farewell party with Dick at home last night. Dick, who is set to travel one foot away, aims at a knight's school in a city called Dilberg.

It's a long way to go and it takes a month on adult feet. Unlike the Royal College in less than two weeks, it's a place where you can't come home so easily.

Dick travels first for that reason, and for a while - at least until he graduates from school and becomes a knight - he says he will not come back to this village.

After that, Dick defends this country as a knight, and I intend to be an adventurer and go around the world.

So I may never see Dick again.

When I thought so, there was a void in my heart as if there was a hole in it. Am I sinking into a pattern and into a goodbye that isn't strange to be an eternal goodbye?

Maybe this is the feeling of loneliness. I've never felt anything like that before in my life... and it seems like my battle with Dick was so routine for me that I felt lonely.

Being here reminds me of the battle against Dick. The joy of winning, the remorse of losing, the days I specially trained thinking about how I could beat Dick, and every day I seriously competed in a nagging battle, are good memories now.

Footsteps were inadvertently heard as I turned my thoughts to such a recollection and stared at the ground jizzily.

Would a crisp, ear impaired footstep that approached from the back sound like you were stepping on grass?

At any rate, at this hour, I could only think of one lover to come to a place like this.

"Hey, Ray. What are you doing at this hour... so am I."

When I was called and turned around, Dick still stood there.

"Are you leaving already?

"Yeah, my dads are still asleep. But I couldn't sleep, and I came out."

"You too."

I smile a little. Apparently, I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep. The moonlighted face, which is also pale, does not make you feel a little drowsy. What's there is the look on the face of a quail boy who reduces the same pain as me.

With that look on his face, the teeth of reason didn't work very well.

"Then..."

"Yeah..."

Goodbye day? Night?

So, what?

If we're both here, there's only one thing to do.

"A battle."

Like one of the idiots remembers, we didn't know how to break up otherwise.

But in the end of my relationship with Dick, decorated with battle, I have myself thinking that's fine. Maybe that's the same for Dick.

"Now you can settle. Me and you."

"Oh... now it's just a draw"

Our current track record is 7825 wins and 7825 loses and 2 draws from each other.

Win or lose, this will settle.

"What are the rules?

"You don't have to check. I want the same thing."

"Well, we're really gonna settle this."

"You're here to put it on, aren't you? Then let's clear it up in black and white with a battle we've never played before."

Which is... which is really strong.

We've had so many fights, we've never had a real bump - we haven't had a serious fight.

I've always had specific, sword for sword, power for power, head for head and subdivided battles. I've never tried the combination of 'strength' before.

Of course that wasn't occasional or anything, because my parents had stopped me. When I didn't know what kind of accident would happen, I was told tough and I was convinced that it would actually happen.

But don't compare it, will you fulfill me and Dick's settlement?

I... no, we don't think so.

"... you'd be pissed off"

"Maybe."

Even if you get scolded, if it's an accident, i.e. one of us dies, I want to settle for a serious battle.

This is between the two of us, even if we don't say so.

"But... it's a good night."

Really.

No matter how many hours I stay here, I don't see one coming around, it's a good night.

"Nobody's coming to stop you. Or have you noticed?

"No way... I'm ready to be pissed. Ray's the one starting tomorrow, okay?

Dick asks me what I can't do to worry about me now. If I told you to stay here, you'd be the one in trouble.

"That's what I've been ready for a long time. But I don't want you to tell me."

"Me, I can do it in a knight's school."

"Neither do I. No, you're going to school to make friends in the first place."

"I've been thinking about that for a long time, what do you think? Speaking of Ray, it sounds like Ray..."

"Leave me alone, I'm on my own"

In that way, when I think today is the last time we slap each other lightly before the battle, I get the feeling that we want to keep going forever, but it's hard to say that we have plenty of time. I exhaled slowly to calm my feelings before putting up a wooden sword.

…………

…………

Silent gaze. Me waiting for Dick to set up, and Dick's gaze with a slightly unfortunate eyebrow down.

But Dick didn't want to go on talking any further just because he closed his eyes to bite it off once, and put the wooden sword in front of his body in the same way.

Usually we cross swords like this and only physical abilities and swords begin to compete.

But today it's anything.

Physical ability beyond me driven by skills.

Magic power with a full copy of magic applied with magic fill just once seen.

And unique skills only allowed to Dick I don't know.

All of them are available for use.

I couldn't read in my hand at all. Is this different when you say you've come all that battle, but it's just a real battle?

The moonlight has given me enough light to exchange swords, but that wasn't enough.

I'm tired of not getting a signal to start, even though it's the usual thing.

The cold night breeze swelled on my skin.

The exhaling breath was white.

Dick still doesn't move. I still can't move either.

How long would it have stayed that way?

Me and Dick couldn't move, at least as much as my lit body got cold.

That's when the unexpectedly deep darkness fell on the spot.

The only black shadow whose light eroded and fell on the clouds. In the meantime, I moved toward the shadow of the shadow.

─ ─ Gun!

The first shot overlapped. In the darkness of the night, a dull collision sounds.

Second blow followed.

I used the momentum when I was bounced to spin, I lowered my posture as if I was crouched and cut off the lower section. Moments, what I visited was the feeling that I hit it. The sound of hitting something softer than before was transmitted through the sword to the bone marrow.

But the sound was not one.

Almost at the same time, there was a wave of pain passing from my shoulder to my bone.

My face was stretched for a moment by the pain that came slightly late, but when I immediately half-rotated my hand around the axis and lowered back, I laid down the wooden sword on my head before checking.

There, a flash knocked into my hair without interruption. Heavier blow than earlier transmitted to the arm and a high collision sound. Based on my prediction that I would have used physical enhancement skills and magic filling, I activated magic filling and physical enhancement skills as well.

I instantly slid my body diagonally forward and into the interior of Dick's interval, wrapping Dick's arm around my left arm and kicking my right foot up with my arm pendulum.

However, even in the darkness of the night, the experience of overlapping is reflected reflexively in the body. The knee kick up from the diagonal crossing was prevented by the tibia of the left foot screwed by the nearby Dick.

"Chi......"

With one tongue slap, I hit myself with a jaw pull and momentum as I put my foot back. It is the heaviest, hardest cranial punch in the human body.

At this close range, it would never come off first. - I thought so. I was blown away by a deep flank blow shortly afterwards.

"Up......"

Your breathing leaks and you hold your breath for a moment. I accidentally let go of my hand, some momentum per body that ended up underdeveloped, fell from my head to the ground and rolled over the ground.

"You, when are you going to do your physical surgery...!

"I can remember if you don't want to be shot with all that. I'm a better defenseman than you are."

"Damn...... it sucks. You packy bastards."

"Chi, no! I remember sometime!

If that's what you can remember, I want to say what my struggles were. However, I gave up thinking about this childhood habit anomaly called Dick. Dick had himself convinced that he had no choice.

However, Dick is better at strengthening his body, including his skills. Inevitably, the power of a blow is higher on Dick. If that's what you've combined up to physical surgery, I don't have a winner in melee fights. As it were.

"Then why don't you give this guy a puck?

When I stood up flanking, I raised the corner of my mouth and moved forward.

"So I didn't puke..."

Having said that, I kicked the stone up with my fingertips towards Dick, who narrowed his eyes to keep an eye on the movement.

"Are you trying to restrain me?

Dick steps forcefully forward as he lightly takes it.

Upper stage structure. The center of gravity rests on the hips and the smooth steps, as if you had slid your torso forward, have the flexibility to match your opponent's movements.

Even if bounced back, it immediately pulls the body back to the rear and immediately turns into an offensive. It is the swing of a father-sourced Knights Stream swordsmanship with protection and offense combined.

The sword has been held back by its soft and stiff protection more than once.

"No, it's just a confirmation"

That's why I step forward and choose to dodge, not defend.

Drawing to the critical point and dodging a piece of paper so hard that the tip of my hair touches me, I swing my sword diagonally up as I leap directly next to Dick's arm and fall.

But Dick's pursuit of sword-wielding with his arms alone without weighing in is fast. When I saw it, I immediately waved my sword across my shoulder to match my attack.

I reflexively pull the sword back and kill the recoil. And keep twisting your body in the air, spinning suddenly. I cut off the ground with my fingers, and I threw the gravel I grabbed at Dick's face.

"Huh...!

impending sand and stone shotgun. Cognizant of it no, Dick, sheltering his face with his sword and arms and leaping backwards, stops his body spinning with his sword right after, eating my flying kick in the face that jumped up.

"Agoo......!

Dick held his face down and lowered back as he let go, with a cramped grin as he dropped his nosebleed to the ground.

"Mm, it's lame... I can't move like that."

"It's an easy move to imitate, because the attack will be read. I just added an arrangement."

Yes, I was just impotent, so yes, I brought it into the battle.

Blunt vision at night. If someone moves around at high speeds, the reaction is slow. Even if that is like a slight error, its delay is fatal under circumstances where the rate of reflexive reaction appears more pronounced.

But the terms are the same for each other. I'm late again, too, like Dick's reaction is delayed. That alone is very hard to get a blow in.

"Is it because I used it even to strengthen my body that I moved better than I just did?

Raw Hate and already physical enhancement skills are out of stock with sold out signs hanging. It is not convenient for me to acquire new skills on this occasion so easily, and most importantly, my movements are not getting any better.

In this case, vice versa.

"You're making a bad move."

It went back to normal - that's all.

"Close your eyes to me, but I know your movements as well as daylight"

Visual, auditory, tactile, olfactory, and taste.

Only these five senses are reserved for people to obtain information about the outside world. But these five senses paralyze really easily. Feelings are easily dull, for example, when you are yelled out in your ear, or when a shadow falls into the dark as it is now.

But I have a sensory organ that can be called a sixth sense separate from the five senses.

"─ [Space] skills. I have no more blind spots than I have on the ground."

You may be misunderstanding, but spatial skills are not meant for detection. That's the first possible application to work out.

The original way to use it is to read the surrounding situation exactly as I am doing right now in detail at a visual - no, higher level.

"I was always moving faster than you."

The difference between Dick and my reaction speed, confirmed by pebbles, is approximately 0.2 seconds. Even though we're losing speed, it doesn't make a difference by hopelessness. Compared to the difference in reaction rate, it is slightly different.

I just added it up and brought it into my favorable situation.

"... so this is what you were talking about building up your skills? I guess I'll have to review this, too."

You just have to like that later. Later after you beat me.

Yes, when I tried to hang up the battle, I doubted Dick's words that followed.

"─ But I can't right now, so I'm gonna give you another step."

"What? 8265;"

When I opened my eyes and was stunned, I followed the sixth sense immediately afterwards and flew backwards.

"Is that it?

The pasty chest fabric was ripped off and the skin exposed to the outside air. The chills that ran on my spine would never be caused by that, but even with a [space] more acute than my vision, I could only react with a single piece of paper to Dick's movements.

I'm not kidding. How monstrous, my childhood tame...

"Hmm, was the stepping in sweet"

So Dick, who left behind the remnants, was behind me the next moment.

"Ku......!

"Ha, I'm getting used to it a lot."

Just two shots. That's all, I was the one who painstakingly made my defense in time for Dick's movements, which have made a huge difference in his open physical abilities, but I dance the universe to such a huge difference in force that I can't get enough of.

"Become..."

Though a child, the power to easily blow each person away. Differences in force are no longer far from antagonism, nor are prefetching by space followed.

It's impotent.

I can't believe you're crushing the secret of bridging the difference between physical abilities by further improving physical abilities... irrationally enough.

But that's what's allowed of him.

It's not like me just flying. I'm not calling it a tortoise, but Dick was born with the qualities of being the quickest rabbit to get to a place I can't get to with only mediocre talent.

So I'm sure that once you're outrun, I'll never see that back again. Because reality doesn't give me a break or anything along the way.

That's what I've always thought.

- But is it already?

Have I made such a difference yet?

"Oh my...!

Without knowing it, there was strength in his hands. As he danced through the universe, remorse turned from his mouth, where his teeth were bitten hard by all the cracks, to his fury, and he swayed.

"─ An abnormal child!

My whole body of blood boils down and my head boils. Incandescent vision by the numerous pieces of information flowing in clearly reflected the darkness of the night and caught it sharply without even missing a shard of soil.

I jumped and stretched both legs as I landed on the ground, jumping parallel to the ground.

"What the hell skills!

Kick - and wooden sword crossed, sparks scattered instantly, but the momentum of the assault is completely killed and brought into a state of imminence.

"This is it... all of it."

"It's not an answer!

If you can't win with force, pull the sword instantly, but increase the rotational speed of your arms and never give way to the front. I stopped on the spot, tormented my broken brain, and I accelerated.

A bunch of staggered sword triumphs bloom as if they were deep red roses, scattering each other's magic like sparks.

Neither pull, nor push, a fierce sword and physical assault that antagonizes. But it was also just a few moments before Dick made himself completely powerful.

"Uh-oh!

Dick, who bounced back all my fierceness with a cool face, pounded a flash of clearance and bounced my sword up. Reflectively strengthening my grip on whether to keep my hands off me, I collapse the system and get pushed down from my back.

Coming from above is a sword with a deep red brilliance.

I saw it swing down at me, and I felt like a broken system couldn't get back on track right away.

"─ Fixed space!

I cut the last trump card.

Top Skills in Space Exploration [Fixed Space].

Skill of completely fixing a piece, dozens of centimeters of space, for a few seconds. That is, for a few seconds, its fixed space becomes a barrier that is never torn by force.

"Become..."

Stunning shook the air.

"It's full of gaps."

With my left hand in the spring I release a sharp poke at Dick for stopping the move.

─ ─ ─ ─

Literally, a blow through the will. Just a little. If this is delivered - the blow to my body that I let go because I thought so.

"Oh, it was dangerous..."

It was grabbed up by Dick's palm.

"... you're such a jerk."

When I woke up with my sword twisted, I cut my grip and flew backwards.

"Really, Ray has too many hidden balls. I didn't know what I was going to do. But... it doesn't work for me anymore."

"Sounds like... It seems I can't attack you any more than I can."

Options other than admitting no longer seemed to exist. They must have definitely shot into the exposed gap, but instead of being defended, they grabbed the sword up.

"... what's wrong? You're unusually weak."

"No... I'm not weak. I finally admitted it."

No matter how elaborate or mean you are, this sword will not reach Dick.

Dick is already far higher than I am.

I see that.

"Dick, you're strong. Honestly, I'm strong enough to be angry"

Pure, simple strength everywhere.

I can't follow my movements with my eyes. My body can't keep up with speed. I can't take the power.

Just one weapon: physical ability, and this is also strong.

"So stop being mean"

Nowhere, such as the need to score full on the opponent's mound.

If a genius comes up with 100 points, that's fine with me if I get 80 points for everything. Nowhere, such as the need to be full score. Trying to stick to that is just mean.

But because I regret it. I didn't want to admit that I have reincarnation cheats and can't even be reciprocal because I regret dying.

But when I get here, I have to admit.

Dick is a raven going before me, and I'm a blunt turtle chasing it. Perhaps never again, this correlation will change.

But I made that choice. So I made a good choice.

"It's from here. I'll show you how to fight me, you fool."

I don't need a full score or anything. 80 points, that's all I need.

Only Dick's anomaly ends with two things: physical ability and its good memory.

So I'm the only other part I can fight.

There are tortoises chasing after the rabbit. A tortoise that uses a bike, a car, anything to chase a rabbit, is here. In that case, I made up my mind.

I'll prove to you that if you get a bunch of mediocre talent, you're better than one extravagant genius.

I'll leave you with one piece of advice.

I said, laughing invincibly.

"If you lay that many skills on top of each other, you'll soon be depleted, no matter how little magic you consume."

"Haha, you really can't get out of Ray, can you? But I'm not disarming you. Because we'll fight before the magic runs out."

"The other way around, right? No more magic, no more battles."

Pickle and Dick's face tense. Apparently, he realized what I was going to say.

"I won't let you."

My voice cut the wind. A voice with a more serious flavour than ever became a blade like Kenki, chopping up Bishibishi and my skin.

The move, I didn't know.

What I caught was a stopped body movement. The look of Dick swinging his sword diagonally from his left hip - but by then, my body had already crossed my sword and arm in front of my chest, taking a defensive stance. Because I predicted that this speed would come from the front.

Originally, the way Dick fought was monotonous. I don't mix up my body like I do, I don't use my hands.

Because you don't have to.

There's no reason to bother taking your back on someone inferior in speed.

I won't stop shooting swords in because I've been defended by an inferior opponent by force.

From the front, smash each of its guards. That was the way Dick fought when he first met me.

It's not a hoarding thing because that's how well I remember it before, imitating my movements and learning my tactics.

But Dick, who got hot from a hurry, forgot not to forget.

That my way of fighting is to use whatever is available.

"Ha!"

A red stained blade paid for by the wind. Just before it touched or not, I jumped to the ground kicking and crushing momentum. Big shocks are transmitted to the crossed arms and swords.

Pickies - and a disturbing sound runs through the bones of the decently received arms, and a wooden sword through the magic feeds into the neck muscle. But instead of accepting it, I flushed it, and my body got the propulsion to arc like a gunshot shot shot up into the sky.

"It really makes me feel like an idiot."

After adding to my leg strength and gaining a lot of propulsion from Dick's foolish-looking powers, I raised my altitude with GUNG and rose higher than home to the full moon sky.

I'm in the mood for a human turret to be launched into the sky with a powerful spring I saw on TV one day.

But thanks to you, I was able to get up to a very high point where I couldn't go up alone.

When I untied the crossed arm, I completely killed the momentum in conflict with gravity and landed - in the air.

"What... float in the sky..."

Forgetting the chase, he stopped moving, and Dick looked up at me stationary in the air with a flashing look.

It's just an application.

Yeah, this isn't about me wearing levitation or that dimension. Apply the fixed space that played Dick's attack earlier and just stand on top of it.

But Hate and this only last 10 seconds. That also has the weakness that continuous use cannot be done without constant activation and disarming because the usage time will remain recast time - but Dick will not know that for the first time today.

"But what I think got away with it is you're licking me!

To Dick, who jumped momentum toward me, I raised my nibble and mouth angle as I fell back.

"Again, the other way around"

Did you think I ran into the sky to lose my magic?

Did you think I was licking that you couldn't come as far as I could jump up?

"You're the one licking it, Dick"

I don't know when I'm going to visit from the beginning. I'm not aiming for a magic cut or anything. The real aim is to lure Dick into motionless air.

If it's my acting ability to keep playing the cute, honest good boy (just in front of my parents) for the past seven years, it's before breakfast enough to fold nature and trap into the provocation.

I kicked as much of the fixed space as I could and stretched my hands out to the ground as Dick attacked me, upside down in the air.

"Rockwave!"

"What..."

Scheduled harmony so far. Magic has been filled at last. When I was aware of the activation, the dimensions were different, and the ground made a roar and opened my mouth.

Arn and a wall of dirt and sand that rises to try to swallow Dick at a rate that also appears slow builds a tower to wind the vortex.

To that unexpected counterattack, Dick, ready to round his body and solidify his protection and be drunk, saw that the momentum of the dirt sand had stopped as if he had misgrasped bissi, and when he gave a howling look, he looked at this one as it was.

"Are you out of magic, Ray? Unfortunately, it didn't reach me."

When my counterattack stopped halfway through, Dick laughed whether he was convinced of his victory, but I didn't show any remorse, and I answered.

"That's right. This is for capture."

"What...?

Yes, it hasn't arrived. I didn't let it arrive.

A soothing grin can disappear from Dick's face. I told him to fold even more.

"'Cause you're gonna run fine on the rubble you smashed yourself, aren't you?

Like a joke, I laughed and said, but I meant half of it.

For this capture is, in a sense, planned harmony, but not as planned. This was meant to bind Dick.

But what was unexpected was the rising width of Dick's power. Dick would have done what I said. Flying to a height higher than expected, I was so vigilant that I switched from my initial earth-magic confinement to capture by natural fallout.

"No way......"

"Yes, this is a pit for you."

People can't move in the air. When you fly up, at the end of the day, you have to fall until you fall to the ground.

If you can't jump in the air like me.

"But let me give you a push. - Aquawave!

Straight from top to bottom. A rough wave of pre-prepared water struck Dick.

"Ha-ha-ha!

The amount of water that is too much to cover each person falls into the holes of the earth, involving Dick like a waterfall. That low valley bottom would almost immediately slap Dick's body, but that's not the kind of balls that would fall.

When I confirmed that all the water had entered the hole, I immediately broke down the dirt wall to avoid missing Dick and put a lid on the hole in the earth.

How much does fulfillment mean to this? It could only be an instant buy of time.

But that's fine. If only I could buy you some time, so.

"I'll show you what I got."

The experience I had cultivated was so loud that it was now. Competition - - Now is the time, as if a monster is about to arise out of hand, a shitty alarm drives me.

In contrast, his head was crossed by amazingly quietly.

What floated behind my brain was my father's moves. I made that move imitated, it was my move.

And it was my magic I hadn't seen the eyes of the day yet.

Thoughts turn.

What can be done in this hunted down extreme state, in the meagre time of birth?

Beyond the aid of skills, thoughts accelerate.

Itinerary of images thought and derived for approximately two years.

[Wind Blade] + [Wind Wrapping Fire] + [Sword Generating Wind]

An expression of an image that correlates wind to everything in a keyword. There are only three elements if you write them down. But even though it's simplified, it hasn't been simplified. That's just hard to imagine. Furthermore, by its very nature, the immense magic power of the advanced magic class must be simultaneously manipulated.

Very much in my power right now, it wasn't a level of magic that I could activate.

Although.

If we can raise our strength to the bottom, the story will change.

"[Artist] Activated"

Rare Skill 'Artist' is a skill that increases the talent of a dexterity. I mean, just ability correction. I thought it was not something that I would use consciously.

But.

Just because I'm slightly more clever, why am I capable of imitating artists?

Pictures, for example.

If your fingertips are clever, are you a good painter?

Sure, if you can't get the brush done, you won't be able to paint as much as you think. If you want to paint well, it's a skill you'll definitely need.

But it is the miso, as it thinks. Even if the brush is top notch, if you don't have the power to think of exactly what you draw, you can't draw well.

If you become a superior painter, the production period can range from tens to hundreds of days.

In the meantime, if the image in my head that I first drew changes along the way, I can't even draw what I want to draw. So I guess it comes with the habit of doing a draft or something before painting in earnest.

But I can't do it all. Would there be a painter who would draft all the shades, atmosphere, fine depictions, etc.

Maybe if you look for the world. Or some genius would just move the brush as the sensibility commands.

But probably not human beings. Inevitably, they have heads that can save what they imagine.

Assuming it is a lump sum with imagination, it is a force that will be needed as a major premise to create all things. And that's the same even if you put it in magic.

Imagine the magic you're trying to create - that is, the first time you can imagine it and express it.

Then there will be no hand in not using it.

That is, this back correction, which would be equipped for artistic skills - the magical conversion of imaginary preservation.

Paint is magic. The brush is a magic trick. Campus, reality.

Magic is painting.

Burn your imagination to the campus of your brain.

I gathered most of the remaining magic in one place, which became a red stick, and I gripped it.

"─ Come."

In reality.

Show me the campus of your head, ahead of this hand.

"Flamewind sword!

Nice place to bump into. I haven't practiced, I haven't made progress, I haven't done anything. But I was sure I could. That's because I just combined what I've done over and over again.

And as proof of that, my hand grabs the heat. What I saw when I felt the signs of its activation was a clear light dyeing the darkness of night blue and white.

Kiwi!

The unheard sound tickled my eardrum.

What jumped into even thin, open eyes were the rising currents of light and the shadows entangling the blue light that popped out of it, and the brilliance of red that countered it.

"Is that your hand?

There were fine grains dangling like desert sand. It took a few seconds for me to realize the end of the dust and sand, and a few more seconds for me to realize that I had destroyed the dust lid so violently that there was no splash of water.

Perhaps the water vaporized. Evidence of this is that Dick's body, which should have been swallowed by water, is unnaturally dry.

Is that the heat of light?

For a moment, I thought so, but it is the same light that broke the dirt and sand down into grains.

It's not a simple light. Something similar to magic, given the release earlier and the fact that it is now wrapped around its body...

One thing is for sure, I feel so much pressure from Dick now that I can't compare it to earlier.

"You're the one...... that's your wife's hand?

"Yeah, I guess it's the first time I've shown it to Ray. This is my unique skill. The effect is..."

That being said, as if to say it was out of the way, I found out afterwards that my arm swayed unconstitutionally when I saw the smoke that could stand in had been wiped out.

"... this is what it looks like. And then, I feel a little bit like magic, but honestly, I'm not quite sure yet."

By similar to magic, you mean the brilliance? Or does it mean earlier rays?

I just returned my doubts and it didn't seem like I would get a satisfactory answer back.

"But now I'm stronger than anyone I've ever been."

Any further answers.

I found myself unconsciously taking a breath of goku. My throat is dry from burns.

My whole body sweat glands opened, and I felt like a magical sword wrapped in flames in my hand and just two swings of a wooden sword, turned smaller once.

In contrast, Dick's wooden sword continued to emit an intense flash as if it were about to bounce from the inside, wrapped around him to wear an overwhelming sense of intimidation even in his clothes when it came to Dick himself, and existed on the spot.

"That's it, Ray."

Are you saying you're too confident, Dick?

"... that's an odd encounter, I was just thinking so too"

Not that I'm strong enough, but me putting up a losing sword and just finished sword.

Both insist that the power in their own hands is stronger.

At the end of the day, we only had one option left.

i.e. collision from the front. Simple power comparison.

If you think you're stronger, just defeat and prove it from the front.

That's how we keep proving each other.

So, I know - now is the time to compare.

We raised our swords as we had shown each other, distanced ourselves and waved down the power we had in our hands with all our might.

Born from the trajectory of the sword of fire and light was the blade of flame and the running of light. They pierce each other to devour their distance, they meet and collide just in the center.

It was the explosion that rang right after. A flaming storm of colliding light runoff. Our roar accelerates as we constantly hit each other.

"Oooh!

I wield the wind-burning blade as hard as I can.

"Ha ha!

Dick releases the blue light stored in his sword.

Vision was covered by a blasting flame that rolled up dust.

Sword, shake, shake, shake.

Red Lotus blades and light runoff bump, mesh, explode - over and over again.

As long as you have the strength. As long as the attack returns. As long as the other person keeps standing.

Neither me nor Dick stopped until I met any of them, all the same.

But...

Every time I fired a blow, I felt it.

That the settlement is approaching.

He said it was about to end.

Now that we're almost there, we're done.

Every time I unleashed one shot at a time, my sword felt heavy, in line with the magic I was losing.

Now... I asked myself if this was really okay.

Many, many, many times.

I thought, returning Dick's blow, with two blows.

I don't want to end this...!

But only for this guy.

I just don't want to lose to Dick.

No matter how many times you lose, no matter how many times you win, if you don't want to lose every battle, your heart will starve for victory.

"Whoa!

One shot left. I squeezed out all the last magic left over from the Flamewind Sword, and I waved my sword.

Don't end it, don't end it yet.

But that's settled.

Like spitting out all its conflicting thoughts, the Flamewind Sword even turns its body into a blade of flame.

"Haaaaaa!"

But it collides with the flash of roaring Dick's light, crushing and mixing as if under the pressure of a bumping roar.

For a moment - perhaps the shortest time I've ever recognized them - they became one ball. Yes, I see it.

Shortly after, what happened was a big explosion. The balls swelled and the atmosphere trembled as the dongly accumulated bounced.

The fierce blast, born to push everything out of the center of the explosion, runs through like rubble, dust, and us too, trying to blow everything off the rough earth by this battle.

I couldn't keep my eyes open very much. A small sand crush slaps him in the face uninterrupted and occasionally a chunk of stone hits his body and the arm protecting his face.

The body is pushed by wind pressure and the feet retract to the back with cheats.

Exposed to such a fierce wind, I did not shrivel. Probably...... no, so is Dick for sure.

He'll be ready for the next one in this situation. Because so am I.

Me and Dick are all different.

Dreams, preferences, personalities.

But none of them are as alike as we are.

I love winning and losing, I hate losing like an idiot, I don't choose the means if it's to win, the place looks so much like it makes me laugh.

So I can't even open my eyes, and I pour everything else into my remaining partner's sword.

Next up, the real last blow. If I were to make that choice, the most powerful move I could ever be proud of.

Because this is not killing each other.

Nor is it a battle after hatred.

Because it's just a battle to decide which is stronger, that's all.

Therefore, our own aesthetics.

Fold the battle into the battle, stupid tactics.

Even if no one empathizes with us, we choose without hesitation.

"Winning is..."

Funny thing is, the last arrangement was the same.

"It's me! It's me!

Neither way, we stepped out and walked away.

Dick's face, illuminated by the morning sun that stabbed him accidentally, was distorted to the point of crying.

Maybe I'm something similar.

But settle.

Squeeze out whatever you can to your voice.

Better than the person in front of you, a step or a half.

To this long-lasting battle, I decided to win.

That's the end of our relationship we want each other to have.

That's all I want, I don't want to be disturbed.

To anyone, to yourself, and to Dick.

"Burning Demon Sho Kill!

"Spiritual blade...!

In the midst of the sword - at close proximity to each other, he hits each other with the most powerful moves he can boast.

Moments later, vision was smeared with blue and red flashes.

Severe pain runs all over my body. Blast storm about to blow up. Fire or light burned his face and the wind ripped his cheeks off.

But still, with defeat and strength, we step forward.

Light and fire mix together and flow to the right of vision to the left, as if scratched by a wooden sword.

Every time I move forward, my body gets lacerated and burned and wounded, but on the contrary, it tells me with a real sense that this sword is approaching Dick.

But every time I moved on, I felt like I was going away.

I did, Dick did.

The opposite illusion of turning our backs away from each other...

─ ─ Baki.

What reached my ear unexpectedly was the sound of something like that cracking. At the same time that I heard that sound, my sword lightened up. It's as if it's empty and out of balance.

And I closed my eyes to the fierce flash and swung my sword straight through.

I... did you do it?

Or did you lose?

When the flash closed and opened my eyes, I wasn't standing in front of anyone.

Unexpectedly he opened his eyes and I looked there for Dick, but nowhere was he, and looked back at his face, possibly.

There was Dick standing there with only his neck turned, just like me, in a sword-shaven system.

The moment you admit it...

"Wow!

─ ─ My body was moving unconsciously.

My shoulders scream in a twisted motion without my arms attached.

"Ha ha!

But I didn't hesitate to throw my body forward when I saw Dick barking at me to hit me.

It didn't take a second, until there was an overlap of time and we got inside of it.

If I noticed, Dick and I poked each other in the face, bumped each other in the forehead, hit each other in the growl with a spit, and was bounced upside down on the neck, still stretching out our losing and hind legs, waving that late, spinning arm from the back around its face.

We can no longer afford to defend or circumvent. Both bodies are worn out. If you take this much momentum blow, you're just not sorry.

So, really... that's it.

It's better to stand with this blow, win.

This is settled...... Dick.

Yes, shake off your arm with certainty - - Bachin!

"" What... "

That was the sound of a blow to the settlement.

But that wasn't the sound of a wooden sword hitting his head hard or anything, it was the sound of an arm (...) hitting each other at a fierce speed.

Unexpectedly hardened with his arms together, I looked into my own hand, which was right in front of me, and looked at Dick and his face.

Dick looked dumb. I also didn't understand this unexpected settlement for a moment.

"This is..."

"... that's a draw"

We let go of each other's arms, unshake our hands and show each other.

To mark the end of the relationship that we have built over the past five years, only the roots have been left behind and the fruits of our disintegrating partners.

"7825 wins......"

"7825 wins......"

I thought the irony was working. I can't believe our battle settlement has been a goodbye to the sword we've always used for years.

But...

"" 3 draws ""

When is the only time after the settlement, the habit of speaking of performance?

That's all, remorse, loneliness, out of my mouth naturally without that. But...

"Settled... you didn't..."

"... ahhh..."

Finished it, I lost my word. From the open mouth, all I could hear was an airy voice.

If I felt the light and raised my eyes, the sky that began to whiten would mark the end of our time. A new morning will begin soon. No more Dick that morning.

The goodbye words I prepared for that time, the words for Dick's dreams in support, somehow didn't come out of my mouth.

I'll work hard, so you work hard, too, or something.

If you want to be head of the Knights anyway, or something.

I'm gonna miss you, but I hope to see you sometime, or something.

We're friends for life, you know.

Not a single word of encouragement or goodbye that I thought about a cup like that came out of my mouth.

Heavy as if your mouth had been fitted with lead. And when he uttereth a word without sound, he shut his mouth.

Eventually, I couldn't even do it, and I let myself down, and I felt sorry for myself.

I... How can I not say one word to my only friend who is going to go for a dream?

That held me back desperately, pitifully, regrettably, but I was about to say impotently that I should stay here if I opened my mouth.

That's how much unusual you would have continued to expose in front of Dick.

If you accidentally raised your face to the light that plunged into your face, there was a dirty, tiny Dick's face, illuminated by the sun rising from the east.

"It's time... time. I have to go. Let's work together."

…………

I didn't answer. No, I couldn't answer that.

Dick looked at my face a little unfortunately, but didn't try to blame me for it, tears not showing and laughing, cutting out his goodbyes.

"Well... goodbye, Ray"

Goodbye......?

Now, this is how it ends...?

No... I know. I know. About the fact that a goodbye in this world is a goodbye equal to a goodbye.

From now on, we're going to separate cities, separate schools, separate paths.

The only place where our paths crossed was this village. If we leave this village, it won't be that easy to get around.

But... but... but...

I wasn't an adult enough to rationally clean up my first goodbye to a friend.

Squeeze your fists tight. Strong enough for a wooden sword pattern to devour into your palms.

"Dikku, heh!

I tried to say something, and I didn't scream. But if I hadn't stopped calling now, like I'd never see you again, I'd feel that way, and if I'd noticed, I'd be screaming.

"This... this settlement, I won't admit it! Absolutely, absolutely not!

Like I had an eclampsia, I put my mind on the scream as it was, and hit Dick.

"You're my rival! Ever, ever, ever, ever since I died!

As I was, I wondered what you were saying to a child seven years old.

But even if it's not very popular, if it's really age away, the only competitor for me is Dick. Until now, and from these.

So it wasn't. My prepared farewell and encouragement.

It has been decided that this is the only thing that can beat up rivals who have left since ancient times and now, east and west.

"So the next time I see you, I'll be sure to win!

I threw what was in my hand with the declaration of victory.

Dick, who received it with one hand, confirmed it on his hand, and then rubbed his eyes with his arm...

"No... I win!

Declaring so, I also received the thrown tree fragments with one hand and squeezed them tight.

I'll see you later.

Goodbye, I don't need it.

"Yeah... again."

I don't need anything else to break up with us, a reunion vow.

Wrap each other's buddies in their hands, exchanging goodies, and stick their fists out.

Even if you are distant and untouchable, you must feel the same.

One day, we'll do it.

This crap, this stupid, but never conceivable battle between us... again.

That's how my rivals traveled.

Then I set aside two weeks and I left Sierra Village again.

Believe that one day you will see each other somewhere again, and swear to the sky that connects the world that you will not lose next time.

Walk my way out.