Different world warrior training diary until frail high school students become the strongest in the world

After school.

I have somewhere to go sometime. In other words, banks and shopping. Red leaves with no life left nothing busy in the fridge. The only thing that happened was bread and eggs. Everything was rotten after that. Let's stop by a supermarket nearby and buy it and go home.

"Red Leaf, I have a stopover today, so go home alone."

After the disturbance, I also told him that I had decided to live in a mansion of red leaves, but neither denied nor affirmed them. If you want to deny it, it's about her being short tempered. They come right at me. There is nothing wrong with it.

"Yeah. Okay."

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When I was so shocked that my eyeballs popped out without words, he frowned and asked me.

"What's going on?

"No, I didn't know you'd get a reply..."

It's as good as usual and snorts, or silent acknowledgment. That's what I was thinking.

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I can't imagine how this attitude of mine made me leave the classroom with my bag. [M] Kaliu has asked for protection, and he has asked me to come back with him on the way to his residence (Cruz).

"Light Keen!! Shaken w!

Nami shows up with a doya face at the perfect time. I'm angry at that gesture of thumbs up for free. You must have heard it in our conversation.

Even though I told Nami and Kazu at noon that I was going to live under one roof with red leaves, I did not object. On the contrary, attitudes had softened more and more, and now they had been broken down perfectly.

"Well, thank you. By the way, do you know where the banks and supermarkets are around here?

"Both in front of Ashido City Station, Atekshi will guide you."

Close to torture, such as walking around looking for a supermarket in this hot weather. Even a smartphone can look into it, but it would be convenient if you could show me around.

"Well, please."

"I was entrusted!!

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Arrive at the Scramble Junction in front of Ashido Station.

Once Nami can break it down, she will not make any walls. He told me a lot of old stories on the bus that arrives in front of Ashido City Station.

Most of them are about old red leaves, old red leaves, now red leaves. It was all about the leaves.

I could understand why she was obsessed with the red leaves, even though it blurted out. Because that was just like my biggest philosophy of action right now.

That is, she thinks she is a sister who can't leave the red leaves alone. I know how you feel. In view of the tremendous inability of the red leaves to live, the ironlessness as it is today, and the childishness of the principle of behavior, I recall my sister Shaye and become overprotective. She said the only siblings in the lunch cafeteria were visitors, but maybe Nami had a sister or a brother. This is a matter of privacy, and I won't until I hear more about it.

With the guidance of Nami, we arrive at "Toto Bank". I took it down with ATM for now about 50,000.

Nami said she had a payment at the bank, so she decided to wait in the waiting room.

Were you alone in the last rising heat of the remainder of the heat, in the bank the guests, without exception, laid back on the inside chair of the room where the cooling heard the gunshot and swept into the rest of a moment's soul.

It will be Nami's order and we will take you to the counter. A man wearing a black hoodie in a black hat to be replaced with Nami enters the building through the bank's automatic door into view. Five men after a man with a black hat. All of them are wearing hats and knitted hats even though it's this hot. An electric shock runs on my spine.

"Everybody down and put your hands behind your heads!!

One sticks a gun between the eyebrows of a woman's attendant nearby, and the other fires a few automatic small guns at the ceiling.

Screaming and fleeing guests, a little bearded robber pointing a gun at one of those fleeing guests.

Gunshots sound and a dozen bullets are fired, but they all deviate as if sewing between people to crack and destroy the walls and glass behind them.

Naturally, it's not a coincidence or anything. I activated the [End Sword Wuxi], created invisible swords, and changed the bullet's orbit. It has been a long time since [End Sword Wu ●] was also acquired. I've been able to use this skill quite a bit.

Nevertheless...

(After all, this development... is this also on Ars' palm?

It is possible for me to ground both these fools while I blink a few times, but I have been pressed hard by Kaliu and the principals not to take any noticeable action.

A man with a black hat approaches with a thin creepy grin to the side of a little mustache robber.

"Shh, I'm sorry, Kill -"

A little mustache robber shatters, and three meters hits him in a straight line like a bullet in the sky, knocking him out of his head and turning up the explosion. And a little mustache robber that crashes straight into the floor and cramps. Leave it like this and the little mustache robber dies. Apparently, shit like Kill was my most hateful race.

"Hih!"

"Bye, bucket thing!!

Black hat man in the words of the conductors - Kill raises the end of his mouth with Ni.

This is not magic or anything. Kill simply kicked it up.

The level of the kill is 20. When the level exceeds 10, the normal firearm will no longer be able to damage its skin, and the main defense will be the weapon or sorcery that has been granted the sorcery.

In the world I was in, a new American magician was seen to have been served as a level 10 wall. Anything that breaks through that wall is strong enough to destroy the mafia by itself.

Plus a normal magician will eventually reach level 20 and finish his life. In short, magicians possess the same level of strength as immature spirits and phantom beasts.

But the average level of Demon Master (Exorcist) and Doo in this world is 2-3. Seems a little strong and 5-6. The point is, you die easily with a gun.

Nothing. This would be a price they pay more for specializing in spiritual beast summoning than immature. Spiritual beast summoning is inferior in that it compares to summoning and is limited to spiritual and phantom beast tribes. But as far as today's internship classes are concerned, they were winning in some respects.

One is an extension of the summons period for spirits, phantom beasts. Normal summoning is only six months max, and most of them expire in a few weeks. In contrast, this phantom beast summons can last fifty years.

The second sets an end to the summons of the Spirit Beast, and unless fifty years have passed if that end is achieved, the Spirit, the phantom beast, is unable to return to its original world.

The third is the Spirit, the absolute power of command to the phantom beast. Principle Suppose that spirits and phantom beasts cannot disobey the summoner's orders, which corresponds to Rule Three, which Ars imposed on me. Normal summoning is only reciprocal between summoners and non-summoners. So there is no system called this order.

The fourth is a summons by normal summons, the power is significantly limited, but this spiritual beast summons allows for an almost unrestricted summons. My skills do not limit my ability to summon. Maybe it's closer to summoning by skill than by witchcraft.

All four of the above seem to be slightly beyond the level of modern magic science, but there are also spiritual and phantom beast enhancements still called depths. Of course, as the name suggests, not everyone can use it.

Rabbits are horns, too. In the world I was in, it's just the strength of hair growing in new America, but in this world, kills close to the general level of the Spirit would be just superman.

"Hey, if you guys don't want this to happen, follow me honestly"

Thumb pointing to a dying little mustache robber.

This guy's used to it. I understand the bumps people fear. Did you also lose your temper to escape when you saw a little bearded man still cramped with pimples, the guests and the attendants lay low and join hands behind you. The robbers take down the bank shutters, one after the other, tying their arms and legs together.

Exactly, guests and attendants are left on the floor with potato worms, and their sights are about the floor and the legs of the robbers. I might be able to use this.

Take action as soon as everyone is captured and exterminate the robbery. Cut the strings of the guests and all members of the crew tied up on it with the sword created by [End Sword Wuji]. That way, you won't be able to identify me any more than everyone else in the room has been severed. This means that we can disable our enemies without anyone knowing, and we can keep our promises to Kaliu.

This is the only way. That's what I thought and tried to lie low, but one thing I realize is that I've forgotten the big and basic things. That's the character of a classmate freshly red-haired girl.

"Hey hungry ghost, get down on your knees soon too!!

One of the robbers wearing a mask approaching me that won't lie down inside.

Oltros, I'm coming.

A voice that has lost Nami's emotions. In a moment, one of the mask robbers who reached the tip of my eyes and nose lay down, spinning at great speeds through the air. The robber gets slammed against the wall, and even Pickle stops moving. Stick around with a little mustache robber. Fifteen minutes after I saw it, and if I don't treat him in the meantime, he dies, too.

To observe from this beastly, glittering look of anger in Nami, the earlier attack may not be the will of Ortolos, but the result of Nami's order to kill him. He's dying because Ortolos resisted Nami's orders with all his might. Nami's face was so full of anger, impatience and tremendous hatred that she had to judge so.

And the cause of Nami's anger and hatred is probably because one of the robbers approached me. She feels like a family member once she's one of us. Maybe that's who he is. But it's unusual to react so harshly. Should we consider that something has happened to Nami in the past?

Anyway, Nami is my friend. I can never forgive Nami for turning on the police for me, and most importantly, I will not tolerate her killing people.

I know because I killed people in different worlds Arius. Once you take the lives of others, you can't go back again. No matter how beautifully applied and hardened it is, it gradually offends the soul so much that it cannot go back. And what we get to is ruin.

I haven't fallen far enough to let Nami take that path. The promises made to Kaliu are based only on trust. It's not something I should protect until I ruin the lives of the few friends I've made in this world. force to intervene at least in sufficient time.

Oltros, a grey-haired boy with beast ears, was appearing to protect her before Nami.

And another woman standing in front of Nami.

A beautiful woman with glasses wearing a blue suit with a single tie of dark hair around her shoulders. She was pointing a muzzle at Kill without any alarm.

At this time, she ran into this case as much as we did. Maybe not in a police relationship. Perhaps she...

"You are under arrest for murder, injury, robbery and imprisonment of a Class A nominee, Kill. The others are the same. If you want to resist, we'll handle it according to Article 17 of the Spiritual Beast Act."

The black-haired eyeglass woman keeps her right hand pointed at the muzzle and pokes the warrant at Kill with her left hand.

I can predict what kind of guy Kill is just for a sin. Kill's opponent may be a little irritating to Nami.

"What, you, spirits"

Yes. She is a spirit. I never dreamed I'd even show up to the Spirit controlling crime in human society. Anything in a way. And level 48. I don't know about this as a whole spiritual world, but I'm pretty strong in this world.

"Stop wasting resistance and surrender."

Pull the gun out of the lower back holder and point that muzzle at the kill. It's rare in this world, but that's a demon gun. Plus, an Epic Level 5 weapon. The weapon the Spirit brought into this world, that's what you should think.

To the Spirit of Level 48 with the Epic Level 5 Demon Gun, Ortolos of Level 51. In view of the fact that the level of kill is only 20, it should be a first hand escape for the original kill.

"What a waste of resistance."

Wrinkled and spiralling kills on his face.

"I say it again! Surrender!

Stick your finger on the gun trigger (trigger), even as you frown on a kill that doesn't move at all.

"Hmm?"

Kill skews his face ugly when he puts his hand on his chin and stares at Nami and the woman with dark hair glasses.

"You and the red-haired hungry ghost next door, making a good face inside.

A red-haired hungry ghost might like to take it for a perverted toddler hobby. Your dark hair glasses are going to sell to spirit-loving, perverted millionaires. "

Nami strengthens her body and dyes one side of her face in disgust.

"Son of a bitch!! Your restraining order is just a formality!!

Five red spheres like ping-pong balls appear at the muzzle, and the brunette glasses pull the trigger (trigger). Five red bullets, which embody the death released from the gunpoint of a dark-haired eyeglass woman, spin at high speeds, drawing several luminous lines in the air and killing them from all directions on the kill.

"Kimara."

The red bullet flies with the bursting sound of a van a few centimeters before touching the kill.

By the side of Kill is a Mohican giant dressed in black full-mail.

"Yes, yes"

The synergy between the thick makeup applied to Mohican's face and the spookily high voice exerts a really bad effect.

"Huh?"

In a moment, the giant Mohican - Kimara jumps into the nose of a dark-haired eyeglass woman and sticks a gotten right fist in her abdomen. Dark-haired eyeglasses The woman's body rises in the air to near the ceiling.

Kimara moves to the front of Ortolos, where she is positioned to shelter Nami, and punches her right back fist. The right back fist, which caused the auspicious wind and a clean hit, blows Ortolos' body like a ball, breaking through the shutter that was covering the outside of the bank and making him disappear.

A scream of despair is raised from all over the floor between the attendants and the guests.

"Ahhh, I'm so sorry."

Then you won't be embarrassed. Attack by level 88. Ortolos level 51, it won't be irreversible, but it should have taken a lot of damage. Plus he has hidden skills.

You have level 88 physical abilities and can erase them to signs. Nami and the others can't win. And that would be the same even if the Level 48 Spirit adds up.

And then it's time for me to intervene.

"Ort...... Ross?

Nami opens her eyes wide and turns her gaze to Ortolos, who broke through the shutter and disappeared.

"Girl, don't feel bad - my heart hurts too"

Kimara slowly approached Nami as she twisted her face ecstatically behind her back.

That Kama phantom beast is the same as a shitty spirit called Sillu today. Shit that puts the weak on and feels comfortable. Thank you. The phantom beasts and spirits of this world are all that stand out from the people I know. Is it due to the conspiracy of the Game Master Taru Ars, or is it originally that many phantom beasts and spirits have this hand raw?

Slowly approaching Kimara, her fingers and legs tremble in small pieces into my sight. This sight was enough to make my decision. Because she's one of the few friends I've made in this world. Because it is not a good place to rush.

When I tried to intervene and step out of my foot, a grey flash ran in a straight line from the big hole in the shutter towards Kimara. The identity of the grey rays is Ortolos.

"Ahhh?

Ortolos slaps his full left fist into Kimara's Cricket Valley. Kimara doesn't avoid it, just raises the end of her mouth.

Left fist crashes into Cricket Valley, air shivers billibly.

Without letting his hair in, Ortolos cleverly rotates in the air and releases a right spinning kick to Kimara's right neck. Ortolos opens his mouth wide to Kimara stepping on a dance. A roar bursts into my ears, and the atmosphere explodes.

For the first time, Kimara crosses her arms and tries to withstand an awesome shock, but is pushed back a few meters.

Are you hurt, Nami?

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Nami snorts loudly with tears in her eyes at Ortolos' inquiry.

"Then I'll buy you some time, take him and leave this place!

The summoner has absolute command over spirits and phantom beasts. Therefore the Spirit/phantom beast cannot disobey the summoner's command. But that is only when the summoner commands the Spirit or phantom beast. It is Ortolos' pure will to let Nami escape now.

"Hey, girl, I'm not letting you get away with this. Wow."

Nami tries to get close to me, but Kimara's impending momentum is such that it bursts the air.

Ortolos spits a shockwave out of his mouth, diseased towards Kimara, and sympathizes with a fist-waved attack.

"Mm-hmm, that's too light. Wow."

In a fist storm like the bombing of Ortolos, Kimara's unraveled right fist pierces Ortolos' chest and is slammed against the flying wall at an uninterrupted speed like a frontal collision with a truck.

Standing up instantly, out of its mouth, it exhales blood, Ortolos walking towards Kimara.

I was unconscious. [M]

- To try to defend Nami by standing up.

- Again and again, to that appearance of being beaten down and beaten to pieces but standing up.

- To its appearance of pushing forward on the basis of one's justice and conviction.

Innocence is something I can't really imitate when it's filthy. I was even dazzled and envious.

That's why I can't just inadvertently intervene and solve problems here and now. He has not yet accomplished his mission of letting Nami escape. That is tantamount to trampling his beliefs. Besides, if my predictions are correct, it's time for things to move.

"Nami, no!!

Ortolos screams and advances to Kimara. Already, full of creativity. The right arm of the dominant arm is twisted up from the roots and the bones are hidden. Skin everywhere in the body is choosing and wiping out blood.

Nami has been unable to move a single step toward the appearance of Ortolos being molested.

"I'm sorry, but no."

Even as Kimara distorts her disgusting face even more ugly, she lets her right fist penetrate deep into the dovetail of Ortros. Ortolos' body rises and blood reflexes are scattered across the floor in large quantities.

"Ortolos!!

When Nami tried to rush her face to tears, my predictions were mediocre.

Red bullets wrapped around several flames, floating in the ceiling. That kills Kimara at super high speed. Red flamebullets like an air strike one after the other collide with Kimara's flesh, blooming red lotus flowers with flashes of light. Hot air and shock waves blow through the building, and shattered desks and chairs are slammed against the wall.

The identity of this flamebullet is the demon gun of a brunette eyeglass woman. There is no way that an Epic Level 5 weapon is such a chick. I guess the previous red bullet was even a handful. All the best this time. If she hadn't tied the line beforehand, the clerks and the guests would have died, if she had been bad.

Five of the robbers other than Kill were now burning to death if I hadn't been aggressively blackmagical enough to generate an air barrier. Well, the dying mask man in that gap and then the little mustache robber also recovered with Level 3 white magic - "Super Cure". It's ineffective at this distance, so we don't get to full speed, but they rob, if they don't die, that's fine. In addition, the Black Magic Level 3, Sky Absolute - Reform, creates a defensive barrier for one banker and one customer. The effect of this Sky Absolute is to protect against physical shocks, regardless. It was this Sky Absolute - Reform that added the ability to block sound and video inside and outside the barrier to its effect.

The rabbit also got the horn, the red bullet. Let's buy some time.

"I'm fine."

The dark-haired eyeglass woman holding Nami aside and pointing her gaze at me nodded and drove to the shutter with the big hole.

There was me on her path. Emotionally, I would have liked to protect her, but it seems that she followed my words honestly because she had seen me develop black and white magic.

The defensive junction she exerted was black magic. I mean, she's a spirit, but a magician. Because a magician should have decided from the magic I used earlier that I had a certain power.

"Kimara, what are you playing at? The merchandise escapes!!

Kill's heartfelt uncomfortable tongue pounding comes into my ear.

"Hmm, I won't let you get away with it if you don't tell me!!

"Let it be!"

Kimara tries to run away, but suddenly the movement stops. Ortolos, who bled from his mouth and dyed his face bright red, grabbed Kimara's ankle with his left hand.

"You!!

A few rounds of red bullets landed on Kimara's face swelling and crawling with awesome blue muscles on her forehead without her dark-haired glasses looking back, scattering smoke all around her.

Kimara squirts her right arm off and blows the smokescreen, but already the brunette glasses woman was after she escaped from the shutter's big hole.

"I don't know - I win."

Ortolos can lay on his back grabbing Kimara's ankle and flaunt his face satisfactorily.

"Something is wrong with you!!?

Kimara lifts her right leg as she raises the angry color on her face, anchoring the back of her leg to Ortolos' head and swinging it down. The right leg advances when the head of Ortolos cannot be smashed with an auspicious wind.

I slap my leg on the floor. [M] The next moment the floor explodes, the cock and switch on, and the sensory time begins to mark the time of eternity. In a world like that of slow motion, I walk all the way to Ortolos, and when I hold him, I go to the place where the attendants and guests are sleeping, and I gently place Ortolos' body beside them.

Shortly afterwards, Kimara's legs roar up and smash the floor, falling into extensive immersion.

"Oh... you?

Ortolos looks up at me like he was struck by lightning and eats me in a strange face taken aback.

"You served your purpose as a hero. From here on out, we're off the road, living in a world of out-of-town animals."

Kimara opens her mouth when she looks at me with a giddy look.

"Who, you?

The wrinkles between Kimara's eyebrows are deepening.

My movements earlier are controlled a little faster than Kimara's. But I can't feel magic. [M] Certainly no one else is this unnatural. If you have serious combat experience, such an unnatural opponent is a runaway.

"Sacha."

"What are you doing to a mutt fish with no such magic!? Temee is getting away with an important product because she's a dick!!

Yelling at Kimara as Kill bites.

(Shit! D amateur shit!!

Kimara takes care of me.

Apparently, this okama is not dumber than I expected when it comes to things combat. At the most impossible time to sense my magic, I'm not even the target. [M]

Kimara walks toward me and releases her palm bottom to my skull. Take the approaching right fist with the palm of your left hand, winding up the auspicious wind. Then a series of attacks with hooks in Cricket Valley, a knife on the neck and an upper on the pigeon tail without getting in the hair. Prevent all of it by your left hand, and let it go. I take Kimara's huge right straight fist released between my brows with my left hand palm. An awesome shock wave occurs and rocks the bank building.

(To this extent…)

A backup unit of brunette eyeglasses arrives at the time of year. The press will have arrived, and what Kaliu will tell me if I become the target of the crowd on the national broadcast to the boulders... I don't have time to be playing with such miscellaneous fish. Let's get this over with.

"Huh!!?

The moment I try to crush his right fist, he retreats to the rear like he was bounced, even as he cramps his face.

Apparently, there is a degree of legitimate crisis detection capability. Modify Kimara's value slightly upwards.

"How long are we bringing it to such a mutton fish!!

The woman you just let go is an agent of the Demon Master (Exorcist) Society. We're gonna have an avalanche here at the time of year!!

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Kimara watches over me in defiance of Kill's dramatic heights. Anxiety stuck like a stain on that face.

"You, who?

The exact same question just now. But its meaning and seriousness had become something of a different dimension earlier. And that is proven, in the sense that the deafening okama tone is disappearing and turning into a wild voice.

"Me? If you want to know so much, I'll tell you."

I'm slowly releasing the magic I was suppressing. [M]

The dense, fierce red and black magic gushing out of my whole body shakes like a pneumonia, leaking out into my surroundings and blowing through the room.

(then, stupid, mutual with Master Manticore, no, more than that?... Ha, that's ridiculous! Come on, man!

Apparently, from what Kimara is doing, I perceive that my magic is visualized externally. Sounds like such a system.

It disappears completely to the last margin, and Kimara begins to lag behind with a frightening, deer-like look.

"Running away..."

Kimara moves to shelter Kill from me with a voice to turn back. No, this rule of spiritual beast summons states that when a summoner dies, spirits and phantom beasts cannot return to their original world. It should have been such a ceremony.

"Crap!! I haven't even got my hands on the safe yet!!

"You idiot!! Look, don't you see? He's not on that level!!

Finally, I even threw away the Okama word.

"It's okay. I will not kill you. But..."

I walked as far as Kimara as I could, and when I slashed his left arm from his shoulder with the ruin that appeared on his right hand, I grabbed it and went back to where it belonged. By the way, Ruin has already been accommodated in different spaces. The people in this room, who probably couldn't even recognize me, can only perceive that I suddenly have his left arm.

"Is that luck for you? It's another story."

With my left hand, I dance and dance the left arm of Krull and Kimara in space.

"Heh? Is that my arm? GOOOOOOOO!!!!

Kimara, whose left shoulder suppresses the blood flowing out of her knees like a fountain on the floor, turns to me with a face full of rat-like fright.

When I throw his left arm on the ground, I slowly approach him.

"Don't come -"

I grab his back hair and slap him on the floor as I move behind him, before letting him spit out the rejection word. The floor sinks into the nest of mistletoes and spiders.

Never mind. I slapped him on the floor. I slapped him over and over again.

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Before me lay Kimara, who had turned into a meat master. I say no, but for once, he's not dead. White Magic - I hurt him enough while restoring him with "Super Healing". The face is deformed enough not to fasten the prototype or anything, but it would have been somewhat better than getting killed.

When I turn my gaze to the next prey, does Kill slip out of his hips or tries to make an odd noise and crawl belly to the front door? Jump in front of him and step on his head.

"Xu Ji!!

Forgive me? That's not true. Even if he tried to sell my people off to perverts. Let this guy see death and other lukewarm hell. I have a gift for the best surgery I've just come up with. I wonder if you like it.

Put your right hand palm up against a guy who moves like a cockroach with a bump and legs, but Kill stopped moving when he cramped a few times. Of course, the surgery has not been activated yet, and the force that is stepping on my head has been properly added and subtracted.

Looking at the hot liquid from near the groin, Kill apparently passed out. And by virtue of incontinence.

I was going to give this guy a gift of some banning, but he got a little irritated. Plus there are countless signs at the entrance. That's also an unusual level of -.

Ortolos is dying. Leave him like this and he dies. But using white magic here, maybe, is seen by agents entering. What stands out is a special outside mess. Time limit. When I approach Ortolos, I can hold him. It stiffens the body and strengthens the blue-white face, but when I said this, I did not resist.

(And it's somewhat extravagant for a man, you phantom beast tribe...)

With all that anxiety, I went out the back emergency exit.