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

I walked for about an hour and came as close to the river at the end of the street... but there was somehow a crowd by the river. I also see a few carriages, stuck.

"What have you done?

When Belgrette spoke to one like a farmer, he replied distorting his shallow black face like he was in trouble.

"No, the bridge is broken. There are rumors that Draughtrow came out, and they did it..."

If I followed the farmer's gaze, the wooden bridge, which would have crossed the river, had been broken and sunk into the buckwheat. The bridge is no more than two metres wide and doesn't look sturdier than it was. Nevertheless, the bridge is a bridge. Will it have the power to destroy this? The grudge demon named Draughtrow. Stream protection unconsciously swallows spit.

About ten meters to the other shore. Nevertheless, there's no reason to just swim across.

"This isn't Farvnar's year..."

"It's an ominous story."

"I think I'm going back to the city."

I can hear the conversations of people who are stuck.

"... what do we do?

"Hmm... it's going to take some time to fix it, and if it's true, I want to go back to the city... but I have to go to college tomorrow..."

Belgrette looks around and points her finger at her as she comes up with it.

"Forest. Let's go through that forest over there. It's gonna be a long way around, but it's connected to the other shore."

It was a dim forest.

The depressed and lush trees have still never been seen in Japan. The branches are unusually thick and all their tips extend towards the sky. Somewhere, it reminded me of the arms of people praying in the sky.

For once, I'm going through something like a beast trail, but I can't even flatter myself that I can walk comfortably.

"Uh... I think I'll be out about Cobria, so be careful"

Tell me first, and the boy will smile. Though, at that time, I didn't know why I was crazy about dying, but now that I've heard a little bit about this world, maybe I can handle it a little more calmly -

Dimending the thought of drift protection, I heard. There's that voice that's deaf, called Keys.

"- Just now."

Ugh, water flows around Belgrette. Swirl like you have willed, running brightly under the light leaking from among the trees. That was, after all, so beautiful that it could even be seen in this situation.

By contrast, what an ugly thing to say about Cobria, the sleigh from the shadow of the rock and the appearance of Cobria. Isn't there anyone else who looks so good with the abominable sound of 'grudge demon'? I shouldn't think so to a boy.

It was a moment.

Cobria flying towards Belgrette. Behind the brains of drifting shields, the sight comes when I first meet Minette.

"Be."

I didn't even have time for a name.

Some of the water that surrounded Belgrette winds a vortex and converges to its right hand. What emerged was a wave - a sword of water, as long as her height.

Girl knights flash their swords directly beside each other in a graceful motion. At a moment when a white line reminiscent of a meteor ran, Cobria was gently blown up for about three or four meters and slammed into a cloudy swamp.

"- The protection of Whetelivia, oh my God."

When Belgrette waves his right hand, the running of water and the sword emit light and disappear.

At the same time, her long hair swayed in the wind.

…………

Just. Forgot to breathe, too, I noticed.

"What? What's wrong?

"O.O.Y."

Liquid protection applauds the pussy.

"Hey, what? Stop it because it's kind of embarrassing..."

This is the struggle using the Divine Chant "Oracle". I had imagined something like "Wizard" from the sound of the words "Divine Chant" Oracle "and" Chant Artist "Mage," but Belgrette seemed to fit the word "Magic Warrior".

"It doesn't look good to stay long after all. Let's get out of the woods early."

"Oops......"

In the form following the Girl Knight ahead, she also walked out in a hurry.

I don't even know his name. A bird casts a shadow. A fish I've never even seen rocks the surface of a pond.

The forest is even darker, faint and deeper.

I would have walked nearly fifteen minutes already. The place we reached was idle like an open square. The rocks so huge as to look up make shadows in colour, even darker than previous paths. High-soaking trees that cover the rock from above. In some places, dense rocks and trees neglect to create shadows that are very different from the darkness of night.

Shortly after I recognized such a landscape, I heard a low roar.

It sounded dirty like sewage was jammed in, and I felt like it was drifting protection. Just an unpleasant sound.

It manifests itself from the shade of a tree.

The body is not big. It's bigger than Cobria, but its body length would be like a meter or not. The whole body is covered in black hair, thick and short feet by the time it is inappropriate. By contrast, arms long enough to likely be on the ground. His face is as ugly as it collapsed, but his eyes aren't as big or his mouth ripped as Cobria's.

An unconfirmed creature that looks familiar on TV...... a look that makes Bigfoot's imagination smaller. That was what floated behind the brains of the boy from Japan.

"Wow, you're a new monster. Dr. Bell."

I didn't mean to push him, but he wanted to see Belgrette fighting again.

But she does not answer the voice of drift protection. Instead, I shrugged.

"Drawthrow......"

As bounced, the drift shield turns its gaze to the sole.

"This guy...?

You think that was a signal? In a lukewarm motion such as that immediately occurred from the shade of the tree, two more bodies melt out. Together, three bodies. There were three black killers, showing themselves.

"... how come..., it's still noon"

With a faint voice, Belgrette shrugs.

"... there's gonna be nocturnal Cobria, and these guys are nocturnal, right? Isn't it strange to be...?

"No. Drawthrow should only act late at night, even if it's nocturnal..."

"Well, now I can't help it. What do we do?"

Liquid shield - fist, squeeze.

"No. Never, never fight. … not a winnable opponent"

Belgrette stabs the nail after guessing the will.

"Run away. I manage to create a gap and run with all my might. Nothing else."

Jiri...... and Belgrette pulled his leg - it was a moment.

It was like a wide jump. The whole of Drauthor jumped over a distance of about five metres in one leg and landed in front of Belgrette.

"- Huh!"

Still ready, Bergrette instantly produces a water sword, swinging down the right shoulder of the draughtrow into a slash.

"......"

Bergrette's voice leaked.

"... na"

Liquid shield also voices astonishment.

Drauthor grabbed the Girl Knight's water sword easily.

It's like taking a bar cut from a naughty child. Thus, the mouth of the chemical - distorted into the form of a laugh.

In a moment, Belgrette blew away.

They fly a few meters lightly and roll without being able to take a passive.

"Bellup!"

"...,... dude... bu"

In response to the cry of drift protection, the girl knight answered in such a painful manner.

No skill, nothing, just sticking out Draughtrow's fist.

Belgrette was aggressively defending herself with the water god chant Oracle, twisting her body even further and removing a direct hit. On one knee, get up immediately. But he distorts his face to the look of anguish, eating up his teeth and holding his flank.

The dirty sound of sewage squirts. If you look, the Drawthrows were...

……

Giri, and. Did Belgrette hear the biting sound of drift protection?

"Lew,... no,... eh"

Still, she also constantly stops breathing.

So, uh, as I recall. A single piece of draughtrow standing apart took the green stone that was falling to the ground in both hands. Make it - like a firestone, beat it.

".................. ah"

Belgrette's face blued.

"- No."

shortly afterwards. She exclaimed, as if she had forgotten the pain as well.

"Lugo! Don't listen to me. Yeah!

The boy didn't know what the word meant.

Sound. From the stone with Drauthor, I heard a sound. The first thing that flowed was like noise. Stream protection was not very familiar because it was not a generation, but it resembled the unique murmur that flowed when the recorded cassette tape was played back.

"... to"

Voice. Voice. Mixing with it, something... guzzling, the wet sound of pounding fruit.

"..., no...,"

Voice. What you hear is a voice you know, mixed with a damp crushing sound. A cloudy, but knowledgeable voice.

――――――――――

Shiatsu realized that he had lost his mind about blood.

Reminds me. Belgrette said, Draughtrow traits.

"Just playing, attacking humans. Record the condition in a stone that has the nature of preserving a sound called 'Sound Ore'"

'... ah, ah, no! No, ahhhh! Ouch......, it hurts! Somebody help me! No, no, no, no, no.'

".................. ugh!

Belgrette covers her mouth with a trembling hand.

"Shut up, man."

The shield squeaks in a voice that's about to disappear.

But this is a record of the past. 'Recorded' in the past, records.

'It is, su... but hey, it hurts... hey, help me! but......, mother! Ah, help me, Master Belgrette... eh'

Until the girl dies - record.

"Mr. Lugo! Help. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Immediately after.

I heard a noise. Nothing, I can't hear you anymore.

Flirting, and. One step, I took.

Blast. Ground cracks, blows up dirt smoke. The karate family flew one foot and reached in front of the draughtrow that blew Belgrette away. Oddly enough, as this monster did against her.

"Li -"

Not long before the girl knight speaks her name.

With the right fist of the stream guard, Drautlaw blew up and was slapped by the tree behind him. Faster than slipping off a tree, a barrage pierces by the fist of a boy caught up to flow. As if dancing, the monster's body waved.

Deaf ears, heavy bass screaming. It was uncomfortable that the broken toy seemed to emit a different sound.

"Ugh."

I grabbed Drautlaw's head and slammed him against a tree. Just even, primitive behavior. of the ancients trying to crack the fruit. Once, twice. Three times. Every time I tap him, a red and black splash jumps. The trunk, which was slightly thinner, was broken for the seventh time. Throw away the cramped garbage.

Belgrette looks up to the stream guard in an outrageous way. Even the two remaining draughtrows stood in their way to not understand what had happened.

"- What are you scared of? Come on, motherfucker."

I don't think the words made sense. But soon, the draught of the whole thing slips into thin flesh. Unimaginable speed from thick, short legs. But it was also a rate that could be achieved because it was a tough mass of muscle.

Remaining in a diseased momentum, the grudge demon wields his right arm. Unmatched length on the body makes a thin mistake, but it was also a mass of muscles.

But that blunt weapon can be described as a blow fired from an auspicious arm, it flies.

Much faster than that. A blow from the spear whilst being struck down from the sky was piercing Draughtrow's face. It was called a mid-stage poke in the karate, and it pierced the face because of the height difference between the drift guard and the draught trow. The grudge demon draws a bridge and clashes from the back of his head into the earth.

"Lugo! Back!

Urgent Belgrette voice. The last one was already fleshy behind it.

A long arm swung from side to side makes a blunt noise and enters the belly of the shield.

"-"

Bibi, and the sound that resonates inside the body. It was the sound of a crack in my ribs.

The grudge demon has an ugly grin on his response.

"Ah? Are we done?

But the shield flat out said away. Grab the arm of the draughtrow placed on his belly and wiggle it wide.

Severe pain running on the flank. Probably. Compared to Minette's, it's nothing. Severe pain.

The grudge demon drew a half-moon trajectory and crashed into a giant tree. As the deciduous leaves dance, a kick in the chase is immediately slammed into the back of Draughtrow's head. Neither did the last one, which slipped off while leaving a red and black stain on the tree, stand up for it.

…… …………

Belgrette just loses her word.

The dark woods were returning to silence once again.