Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

A traditional martial arts festival held in the Refe Shrine of Witchcraft, the Tenryu Fighting Festival.

The content is, in a nutshell, battle royale. More than a hundred participants crushed each other. Keep fighting until you're the last.

It was a stroll that decorated the eighty-seventh session held last year with a splendid victory on the stage, but I always thought that it left one major point of reflection.

That's...

Come on!

Stream Guard pulls out the chair that sits on the long desk in the dining room and kicks it off with the soles of her feet.

Haha!

One of the soldiers flipped irresistibly as it slipped in a straight line.

(73)

I jumped over the long desk and swung the chair as a shield or weapon.

The two people who were chasing them crawled to the floor, unable to help themselves.

(74, 75)

"Ready!...?"

I threw the chair under the foot of one of the people who pushed it from the front, and kicked it forward when I was blowing my nose. Flying in an arc, he pushed the desk at the point of landing with his back.

(76)

Turn around, and take the three or three candlesticks that were on the desk in your left hand.

Well then!

I took a sword that slashed from the side and tangled it by returning my wrist.

"Ughh!?"

As it is, we will continue to enter into an imminent confrontation with the drama of the times. Streams of protection that beat the power of the enemy slowly retreated the opponent. After stepping in with your big crotch and closing the gap, you collapse the opponent's posture into a shrimp bend, and then shake off your arm and forcefully push it down. Drop the ankle blade without putting it in the chest of the opponent who was lying on his back.

(Seventy-seven!)

"Don't be frightened! Push them out, take them out!"

Badar Nois soldiers desperately struggle to keep their legs peeled and keep moving around. It does not give you the time to breathe while following the swarm of fish.

"Geez...!"

The ice shell pulling the white tail blasted the shallow protective cheek.

(Well, it's not going to be that good forever...)

As expected, the shelter was now intact. There is a scratch on the skin and I am starting to lose breath.

Initially, I was mass-producing knockouts by jawbreaking after packing time in an instant, but Badar Nois soldiers are not so stupid as to be able to use the same method of warfare for a long time.

He appeared to those who tried to evade, those who tried to prevent, and finally those who tried to hit the counter.

As a result, it was not possible to repeat the one-sided attacker, so it was required to respond in an ad hoc manner, and now it was forced to make use of the cafeteria environment to go around.

(After all, I'm not an actor in action movies.....)

There are still more than twenty soldiers in the vast ground-floor canteen. I could see a sprinkling of reinforcements.

A pair of numbers you've never experienced before. A simple number of acts of violence. It's simple, but it's troublesome.

However, even under such circumstances, the emigrants remained extremely calm.

(If we suppress it here, there will be a total of about ninety people. It feels like I'll call you back soon.)

― ― Reflections from the former Tenzai Fighting Banquet.

That's because I didn't know how many people I had defeated.

Since we know the total number of people in advance, we can think of a pace allocation if we know the number of kills. It is also a heavy mental burden to keep fighting in a situation where you can't see the future.

When I first came to this Grimcrows, I counted the number of draughts that attacked the Academy, but it was irresponsible.

(Well, at that time, it was about Miyoru, and I was definitely going to win!?)

The sword flash that flew from the side was blasted with one hair for a while.

Next, two sharp blows, and three shots on the left side of the hook with the wrist turned.

"Geez...!"

They were cut with a nose-tipping sword and jumped backwards for a long distance.

"Hey, you want to avoid that?"

The soldier laughed as he moved from the slashed position to the position where he carried the sword to his shoulder. A man around thirty with a thick, overgrown eyelid and a moustache.

"This guy is astonished." From a standstill state, I'll perfectly wield your sword. "

With such a comment, there was a man next to him. No big difference in appearance - on the contrary, almost the same face. It's just that she's obviously young. The appearance of a man being slashed ten years ago seems to convince without any doubts.

Brothers and sisters, right?

Anyway

Older people respond to the expectation of protection.

The surrounding soldiers screamed.

"Oh, it's the Vinitov brothers...!"

"You're here, they'll do it...!"

Boiling expectation. Feel both in front of yourself.

(... no, these two)

It was different from the opponents I'd been dealing with. Powerful. Airy. Amazing.

If it comes to that...

"Ah, is that it?" Are you from the White Guards? "

Anyway

The younger one, the younger brother, laughed.

"Whoever did this... must have invaded the palace." I can't ignore the hard part of being a soldier. "

"Hey, you, what do you want to say...!"

One of the soldiers in the distant position eats it.

Vinitov's younger brother sniffed his throat to endure.

"Come on, I didn't say it was anybody's fault." Ohmzorf monk. Don't destroy yourself on your own, Buhahaha. "

"You...!"

"No, it's not the time to fight." We need their help here..... "

The soldier next door pushed away his colleague with an unavoidable look.

(Bai Shi Squadron, or...)

The so-called "White Knights of the Snowstorm" Grachella Duela school. I heard it was a group of powerful people who gathered at the edge of the civil war.

The other day, there was also one of the protégés, and I was going to experience the arm's length, but I felt that it was an opponent that could never be underestimated.

I hear that the number of people is small, but it is precisely in this situation that we can rely on.

"Come on... that's it, I can't..."

When his brother waved his arms, a curved blade of ice appeared on the back of his hand. The length of the crescent moon, which emanates from the white crescent, is about 40 centimeters. White and thin curved blade.

I'm coming.

The proclaimed brother ran.

In an instant, I reached the current stage of protection in a few steps. It must be a physical stimulus due to physical strengthening.

(--Fast.)

From a distance where I can't reach my fist, I took both long swords to the right side. When the Protector sweeps this backwards in Sweden,



Before the body moved, my brother's blade of ice waited.

"Ugh!"

Brachial muscle of headwind from top to bottom and left arm. A white sword flash sparkled in the space where there was a jaw of protection until just before. With that flow, he quickly moved counterclockwise to receive his brother's Tang Zhu's right hand with his left little hand. Unlike my older brother, who handled the actual longsword, my younger brother, who grew an icy curved sword, was short. That is, within reach of the Fist of Protection.

The moment I clenched my fist to intercept with the short straight on the right, my brother's sword was pushed in.

"Whoa!"

When I dodged it with my half-body, my younger brother's ice blade slipped in the direction of the movement. If I switched hands, my brother would be slashed.

At the end of each of the brothers' attacks - that is, by filling the gap where they are born, one of them inserts the next one to follow.

(Brother, you're breathing well...!)

Uninterrupted, alternating storms of sword flashes.

Even as I stuck to my defenses, the protective torrent laughed.

I wish I could ~. I just want it to be my regular practice partner.

My brother responds with the same nagging.

“When you stop, you're not going to get hurt.”

Some soldiers looked at the opportunity and tried to release their magic into the defense, but it was probably because the three of them were violently disoriented. I was worried about the accidental shooting at the Vinitov brothers, or in the end, no one was going to do anything about it.

"Oh, oh...! It's one-sided"

One day, the crowd and the transformed soldiers rose to a boil.

"The Vinitov brothers are the highest ranking of the White Soldiers." That sinner's hands and legs are coming out of nowhere. "

A constant, furious assault by my brothers. Bleeding through the defenses.

How long has this situation lasted?

"... look..."

Someone muttered unbelievably.

"They're getting faster and faster!"

Exactly.

At first glance, it seemed to be a stalemate, but it wasn't.

My brother stepped deeper and swung down faster. A younger brother who sideways the ice blade in a more accurate position in anticipation of the protection of the current being avoided by a single layer of paper to the rear.

Every time you are defeated, every time you are prevented, but your next move will evolve to something more sophisticated.

(Tsk! You're good at making corrections, aren't you?)

The exodus was so analyzed.

The same attack didn't come. Based on the overwhelmed result, the next hit will definitely increase the accuracy.

…………

When I pull my leg, the blade swirls to the point where it moves. If you play with a small hand, the next thing you can do is stick your sword out of the air power of your arm. In anticipation of defense and evasion, the next attack is placed first. The torrent further anticipates it and moves to avoid touching the [placed] attack.

With such repetition, the brothers' association was slowly but surely approaching perfection.

It is no longer a craftsmanship. It's like skillfully shredding a shining stone and sublimating it into a gemstone.

One strike at a time, one step at a time, brings us to the final point of definite killing.

"--Wear"

That's how you're sure.

Reach.

My brother's long sword, which stepped deeper on the floor, flashed with a silver light and drew an arc towards the neck of the torso guard.

It's over--

The ice blade that stretched from my brother's arms sprang from the side of the shield to his torso.

Done.

By the Vinitov brothers - an unprecedented and unprecedented act of supremacy.

Knock, knock.

In response, both arms of the Karate family draw a circular orbit around them.

The pearl strikes that would have convinced us of our victory were unexpectedly dropped by the armour of the Evil Dragon.

"That's..."

"Tsk......"

Synchronizing Brothers' Amazement.

And.

Reach's shorter brother stepped deeper into the victory than the original, so his brother had to enter the space of the Karate family one day.

The right straight fist of the protective shield fired with full force pierced my brother's cheek in a blink of an eye.

Huh...

Reacting harshly, my younger brother raised his arm to protect his jaw tip ─ ─

Slightly above that. The left fist of the protection released by the returning sword was pushed under my brother's nose. The second joint of the protruding index finger presses hard against people who are one of the critical points of the human body.

For a beat.

(Seventy-eight, seventy-nine)

The Vinitov brothers collapsed at exactly the same time. Even that is as if it is one end of the union of breaths.

Turning to them like that, Stream Guard stretched out his fist and took a heartless stance.

"That's right." After all, you should stop practicing with me. I'm sure you're not injured anymore. "

The surrounding soldiers bowed.

"Damn, that idiot...! That Vinitov brother...!?"

"You're kidding... I thought..."

Even from the side, the association of the Vinitov brothers was not superior.

The ingenuity of the "correction" that reflects the impressed results that stand out everywhere.

The torrent protection took advantage of this on the contrary.

While staying focused on defense and evasion, he dared to repeat the "correction" to his intended position. I mean, guided.

Then, it was the point where the brothers were convinced that they would win, and it was the point where the pearl hit. Perfect, complete, complete.

But if you turn back, it means' nothing more ',' that's it '.

More to the point, it was pulled out for protection.

'This is how it definitely comes to the end.'

As a result, it seems that the future has been followed by thought. I twisted my last move as I had imagined, as I had imagined. That was all I was talking about.

"Damn, damn... if they even become enemies, we are already..."

"Don't be ridiculous, this is the Royal Palace! There's only one of them!" I can't give up because I can't win, but I can't...! "Go! Go! Yeah!"

You must be comfortable as a soldier.

A few soldiers pierced through the scorching swordscape to protect them.

... the spirit of abandonment would be contrary to the doctrine of the Curelene they believe in.