I got to the dojo. I see some people in the garden.
What!? Steed to you, Serge!? Sandra too!?
"You're finally here. Wearing strange clothes again. But that sounds surprisingly courteous.
"Sandra... did you know?
"We all knew that. Aren't you the only one who forgot, Curse? I don't have any presents. I asked him to come with his bare hands.
"I'm just glad you're here. I just heard it too..."
"You're the first one.
"Huh!? Mr. Asteroid!?
What's the first?
"Asteroids, you don't need any help. Curse, set up.
Huh? Huh? What is it, Mother?
In a hurry, remove the tiger thoroughfare.
Why would someone like Mr. Asteroid be here?
"Let's go!
Mr. Asteroid's main weapon is a meteor hammer (sorry Riu), and a distant demon appears to have struck him when he stops by to ask.
I guess he's giving me a hand today, a degraded version of thin hemp rope with just stones on it.
And yet what operability. Even though I think I avoided it, I get attacked from behind. If I try to play it, they pull me back. If you concentrate too much on stone, you are tangled with rope. Terrible weapon.
Do we have to crush the tip stone or cut off the hemp rope...
If I get close, I'm going to end up getting beaten up normally. What shall we do...
That's where the second meteor hammer flew in!
"Don't be alarmed.
Damn! Hard to avoid! Even though I'm going to get tangled up as soon as I use two of these. There's no sign of that at all.
What an elaborate control.
Then play the meteor hammer that came toward me somehow toward my mother. There's a gap, Mr. Asteroid, who wolves for a moment!
Tiger flashed.
I managed to cut one hemp rope successfully.
"What are you doing to your own mother... you're a horrible guy.
"Mr. Asteroid's arm would make it easy to stray from that, wouldn't it? Of course you won't hit your mother if you don't.
"Heh heh, well. All right! Fine. That's it for me.
"Thank you, Asteroid. Please come inside.
"Yes, witch!
Looks like Mr. Asteroid has really become a believer...... 'I can get the witch to call me away' he looks proud.
"I'm next. Hey.
Whoa! Even Mr. Eloise! What the hell is wrong with you!? But I'm glad. I'm sure this is the kind of event we're having today.
Mr. Eloise's weapon today is a whip. Highly exposed, a whip on top dressed to confuse a man...
Most men will be blinded by shaky fruits and deep valleys and instantly slammed down.
But now I'm a wandering great sage. Don't let a secular woman (stomach) fool you!
No matter how thin and beautiful your legs peek from your short skirt, or how seductive the purple cloth that looks like a flicker on top of it! It doesn't work for me!
Knock, manage to wipe Mr. Eloise's whip, and even if he can get close, the kick will attack me. Every time the purple cloth confuses me with the flickering again...... NOT! I'm not confused!
I wave the tiger thoroughly to shake off the curse.
"Ah, come on, Curse. Blame me more. Come on hard."
I'm not confused! I'm a wise man!
Even if Mr. Eloise's breasts don't match! Whether you accidentally slit your skirt!
"That's right, that's good. You're good. It's time, okay? I can't stand it. Wow.
At the next moment, my neck was tightened by Mr. Eloise's whip like a sinner hanging on a death row...
"Phew, good for you, Curse. You have to be stronger.
"What, Patron Ninja! Thanks! We'd love to see you again!
How can my strength be without magic? I know, but I regret it.
"Me next.
Ugh, even Mr. Gorellius......
"Whoa, let's go.
Mr. Gorellius's score today is a stick. Even though I think I'm going to use an axe. It's a wooden stick about two mails long. There's no gap at all...
They come close with no gaps...
An inexhaustible attack is launched on both ends of the stick. You're a tough guy. You're a technician against your looks.
You can't have prevented such a onslaught, you've got about a dozen shots. Ouch. I'm glad it's not hemp clothes. But it was a failure not to wear caged hands or bracelets, nor the clothes of the Southern Domizucci.
No hands, no legs...... and it hurts.
I'm guessing you're relieving me from heavy damage.
On top of that, it has been woven to the point of poking. I'm not even on the defensive side anymore.
"It's time to end it. Do something about the next one or you'll die.
Damn, it's getting more intimidating. I need more help. I'll take the distance first...
I can't let go of Mr. Gorellius' time more than three mails...
"Let's go.
He was struck by a powerful thrust that seemed to be the same without three mails in between. I couldn't even react, but I was lucky enough to prevent it from hitting the tiger thoroughfare. No, you're not. You must have targeted Tiger Toru, the stick is broken in the middle.
"I picked up my life. Be strong.
"Patience! Thanks!
What the hell? Today...
Is this an endless celebration...
Though I'm glad to have some of the best people on that level. How many more...?