- There were two days left until the heavenly banquet, and registration for participation was closed.
Total number of officially announced contestants, one hundred and eighty-nine, the highest ever.
The feast was withheld the day after tomorrow, and tourists were continuing to gather in the capital, Byakrak.
Before the coming struggle, the warriors spend their own time...
"Ooh, wansaka and well. It's not a potato wash."
A wave of people turning back on the midday street. Glimpsing them through the upstairs window of the old inn, the man in black threw up so.
The heavenly banquet is imminent the day after tomorrow. The crowd in the capital, Byakrak, was now about to reach its culmination. For the most part, those who wore the unique ethnic costume of the Lefe. They push us from the surrounding cities to see a massive event every few years.
"When I see Ujauja gathering like that, I want to try to include a fireball bee. Can I fuck you?
"Bakka, I thought you were going to hand it to the locals. Those guys have to be compatriot. We're totally blind to the soldiers. You're not going to be able to make it to the festival... are you? I've been trying. I've been patient."
An inexplicable, nasty burst of laughter woods indoors.
One of the inns was filled with light green smoke. Hissing is a black shadow that spans a total of ten. He who looks out the window, he who surrounds the table and is interested in the game of cards betting gold, he who is sleeping, he who is varied.
What we had in common was that everyone was all together and weaving their dark cloaks. That outfit, like being wrapped in the feathers of a huge bat, is also a testament to them - the Demon Fighter, Maygus.
The gullible eyes, the lean face, all seemed to be in common somewhere. Most of them, moreover, have bottles containing green liquids.
"... Huh..., uh, it just so happens...... It's just so crowded, it seems like you can do whatever you want. What will you do, Mr. Dj Foul?"
One of the vicious faces surrounding the contents of the bottle turns to the man fluttering on the couch at the back of the room - the leader.
"The festival is the day after tomorrow, so make yourself comfortable today."
A sip of the liquor bottle in his hand, Dj Foul, the head of the magician Maygas, distorted the edge of his mouth. The appearance also seems to be laughing.
"No, where did Barbados asshole go? The Kaza bastard must have left unfaithfully."
Looking over the room, Dj Foul noticed that his countrymen were missing, as they are now. I haven't figured out what's going on around there because I've been up the slowest.
"Ah? If you ask me, I haven't seen you since before noon."
"That idiot, the blonde, loses her sight. I wish I hadn't rubbed it."
I don't care what you do, but I don't care if you make a scene that prevents me from going out to heavenly banquets. In a light, green, sumptuous room, Dj Foul quietly thinks so. Myself, Kaza, and three Barbados are The Hunter, Venatr. Unlike the soldier Hayada, which can be discarded.
Each of them spends their thoughts on the magician Maygus - to the extent that the difference is, we see the soldiers Hayada, who depend on the green liquid.
A total of fifteen magicians, Maygas, were missing at the moment when they left the settlement. But it's the soldier Hayada for that. They don't feel it. Doubt. Fear.
(... the maniac psychotropic "Ehier Zahee," huh? I don't even think about it, Mon.)
Incense that acts on a person's consciousness, long used in this refeit and in the South. In the south, was it called "Tomaiko", or "Shirasato", a white rain roaming incense in this country? Based on that, the elders of previous generations created the "soldier" Hayada "as a spiritual medicine for assault soldiers.
What Dj Foul is holding is just a liquor bottle. Even if I'm wrong, I'm not going to say 'stuff like that'.
Well, whatever - Dj Foul renounces his thoughts and abandons the empty liquor bottle.
"Boss. What do you say, World War One"
One person who was interested in the card game invites a green bottle into one hand.
"What's the rate?"
"Uh... oh... five hundred?
"It's a kid's game. You're so shitty."
But I can't help it. The cost of participating in the Heavenly Bombardment Festival is 100,000 esc per person. The exorcist Maygas and others, who participate by eleven, are paying about one million esc at the time of registration. I sold off Kaza's personal belongings and built them, but I no longer have much money or anything else left.
Though he seemed unwilling, Dj Foul stood up. While being a jerk.
"... Isn't that five thousand? Either way, you're a kid's game. Ma, when the money came in, I could play flashy, and Toko today went home to his childhood heart and was happy to play with change again...... you think?
"Oh, yeah, boss. I forgot."
One of my men offers an envelope to Dj Foul, who is about to sit in his seat.
"Ah? What the hell. Money?"
"No way. I was stuck in the entrance door in the morning before the boss still woke up. The contents are covered in paper. It says something, but I can't read it."
If I received it and turned it over, there was a sentence saying, "From the Lefe Witchcraft Divine State and Event Management Officer to Lord Dj Foul".
Break and discard clutterfully and pull out the contents. On a piece of paper, a hard sentence was noted.
"From the Lefe Witchcraft Shinto and Event Management, a decree was issued to His Highness Ji Fall, a participant in the Heavenly Bombay Feast. Deficiencies were identified with regard to the entry of the participation registration form. To correct and confirm, I'm afraid it's late, but I'd like you to come to Chigu Royal Castle Nandaemun at 10: 00 this evening."
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The application for the participation of one person who "crushed" the other day as an escape from words when attacking a blonde has been withdrawn. It's more like...
To a strange hunch, Dj Foul breaks his mouth.
"What was that, huh? I can't read the words. I don't know."
"No, nothing. You better not take that card. Remember the rules?"
"Oh, you shouldn't. I forget right away. Ha, hehe, hehe."
Dj Foul crushed the paper with his sigh and threw it straight to the floor.
"Here we are."
Chin- and the sound of a small bell.
"Oh... Lord. I've been waiting for you."
Sitting on the throne, Governor Kayer turned his gaze toward you, caught in tone.
It was one little woman who came between the two soldiers.
Back length is not very different from children's. Wrapped in that little outfit is a crimson ethnic costume. Some of the reddish long hair is tied together round the head, shaping two large doughs. Age could not be read at first glance, and seemed twenty or thirty.
Thin make-up, bow-like round face. Thin eyebrows in long cut eyes, little lips with red on them. The red earrings on both ears feature small bells. He has a slight appearance of personality, but for the governor, he was a willing opponent.
Only two people in the refeit. Also known as' Penta 'in exotic countries, in this country the' culprit 'is the object of repellence and fear. One of them, Zeilyn Yuente of the Thousand-Sided Mirror "Senmenkyo".
He usually lives in the far north capital, but came a long way as one of the management committee members supporting the Heavenly Bombardment Feast.
Many fear them transcendents more than in ancient times, but as head of state, we want to take them inside as comfortable collaborators. I didn't like the character of being too confident.
"I heard you, Governor. That Enrokaku is here, and it's already tough or something."
A little woman of unknown age, who has not changed her appearance for a long time, laughs brightly at the rags.
"Mmm... for the rest, I'll think of it as a good opportunity. I can give you guidance here in that disgrace that I've come back with in honor of what I thought."
"Oh well. As a country, I thought it would be easier not to interfere with Enrokaku as much as possible."
To Zeirin, who deliberately created a face that looked like a devil, the governor became a sinister face.
"... that the decision was broken even within the 'Millennium Parliament', so it just moved conservatively for the first time. If he jumps in on his own, he'll intercept you fully.... and..."
"And?"
Should I say or not? He was a slightly lost governor of the state, but one day he was to come to light. I find no point in hiding it, and go on with the words.
"The other day... Kandara disappeared"
"Hmm?"
Ten years ago, a man accompanied by Enrokak Solemn Qing as one of the 'Millennial Parliaments'. At the scene, Enrokaku was swiftly changed to deportation from the country, and the decision was controversial, but I believe that there was no alternative to being governor of the state. The opponent is a monster who has hosted too much violence as an individual. It would be inevitable to be cautious.
He was often a careless and conservative opinioner ever since, but on the eighteenth, he abruptly went missing. It is believed to have disappeared of his own free will, given that several soldiers with whom he places his trust have also disappeared at the same time.
He was a man of a more prone character than the former, but few have condemned him for his sudden disappearance during this busy period when he withheld the heavenly banquet. Many voices were also rising that Enrokak should be dealt with in the absence of a highly spoken Khandara.
In fact, as long as we can make Enrokaku suffer quite a scratch at the martial arts festival, we can turn to Duen to ensure that he is punished. Nor is it ever possible to stop that monster from breathing on this occasion. Though I don't know what Duen himself or any of the other 'millennium parliament' faces think.
After listening to the whole story, Zeilin smiled, "I hope it works out," as other HR.
I feel like I've been made a little fool of, and this is why 'the fierce one'... and to the governor who gives me a bitter look, the woman smiles more pleasantly.
"Ugh. And this time, I think I can push that Enrokaku... is there anyone I can expect?
Actually. This martial arts festival, even that monster, doesn't exactly sound intact - the governor thinks.
Maygas, a demon warrior who is seen as a winning candidate. Previous shooting down king, Greefoot Martyhawk. Badaluye Beker, a member of "Il Ish".
And from "The Thirteen Martial Family," the youngest brother of the family of spears, Digos Akelone. The family of swords is the next main candidate, Ergo Stijje. From the family line of the wand, Hazar Envilleo, a newly-baptized but powerful man, competes. They are all brave young men with a lot of field experience.
The strong, but no less so, than Duen's absence. The quality of the feast will be high. Even Enrokaku should not be easy to beat.
The chief of state, Kayer, thinks so as to tell himself. As for myself for arbitrarily acknowledging that man's appearance, I can only hope so. The 'Millennium Parliament' also told me why I didn't go through Parliament, and my stomach kept screaming.
"Hmm. Well, I guess I'll enjoy it."
"Hmm... this time, I've already sold more than 20,000 tickets. Ask for a full" reflection "to keep the guests from getting dissatisfied."
"Ugh. I know what you mean."
A heavenly banquet in which the formidable warriors compete for victory, but its stage, The Garden of the Infinity, is a forest on the other side that separates the river. Naturally, you can't even look at the audience like how the struggle went.
That's where she's hired, Zeilin Yuente of the Thousand-Sided Mirror Senmenkyo. Its ability was extremely special and it was' capable of reflecting events happening in remote locations in near-field crystals and mirrors'.
Although it is impossible to 'see' indoors or spiritual fields, it is a force that can be perceived as soon as possible if there are disturbing shadows approaching the city from the outside. There is something called the far-sightedness technique that looks far away, but it can be considered the superior technique of the same lineage.
This Zeirin technique, in particular, is highly precise and has a maximum capture distance of up to fifteen key kills (fifteen thousand miles). Since the outer circumference of the "Garden of the Unlimited" is about 6,000 miles, if Zeilin's ability, the whole area was said to be within the capture zone.
but that is the spiritual field that is considered one of the leading sanctuaries of the Lefe. Even she, with her extraordinary abilities, cannot even foresee the full contents inside the 'Garden of the Infinite'.
So every part of the forest is equipped with a small 'mirror'.
Zeilin picks up the scenes reflected in them and reflects them into another giant 'mirror' installed in the audience. This will allow the audience to see and hear multiple events happening in a completely different place in the "Garden of the Infinite" while out there at the same time.
The mirror used for this mechanism is called the blackwater mirror "Wax", and Zeilin's unique power is applied.
Successfully picking up shocking scenes and showing them to the audience or not depends on Zeilin's skill.... although it is possible that battles will be fought in places where blackwater mirrors cannot be captured and famous scenes will be missed.
"Now, who's going to be the champion this time? I'm not looking forward to it."
One of the guests involved in the operation but also enjoying the martial arts festival himself. In that tone, the transcendent woman laughed at the rags.
That's when the story came to a paragraph, and there was one shadow that came between the sights.
"This is Lord Zeilin. Have you already come?"
He was a young man with a stiff atmosphere, characterised by long dark hair stretched up to his waist.
"Whoa, Rapa boy. Long time no see."
"Ha. Lord Zeilin is the one who hasn't changed and most importantly"
He doesn't break his serious hips as he looks, stretches his spine and drips his head to Zeilin.
Rapa Minos, the main family heirloom of the hammer.
Speaking of which, the governor recalls. I was due to receive a report from him about the security arrangements on the day of the martial arts festival. If you take out your pocket watch and look, the promised time fits perfectly. It can be said that this manly man is honest.
"Speaking of which, Rapa's boy, he never went to a martial arts festival at one time. With all that strength, you don't want to try waving your arms around?
"No. The power of my genealogy does not sit in the eyes."
"You're as strong as ever. But from a person of your nature like the Lord, people like Enrokaku and the devil fighter Maygus don't mind eating? If we go to the martial arts festival, we'll crush them openly."
……
Seeing Zeilin laughing mischievously and Rapa moving his eyebrows slightly and silencing, though,
"And by the way, it's Rapa. We're here about security, aren't we?
Slightly awkward, the governor rushes to change the subject.
I don't even have to think about what a serious and irreconcilable rapa thinks of outlaws like Enrokak and the magician Maygas.
Even the other day, when Enrokaku broke in during his visit, Rapa was constantly releasing himself to the sword of his lower back.
Honestly, as governor of the country, I don't want to feel like my stomach hurts any more.
"Huff."
But the governor and Zeilin are slightly surprised by the unexpected events that have taken place there. When has it been the first time I've seen this young man's face like that?
Rapa Minos was laughing.
"... excuse me. Enrokaku and the magician Maygus are confident and powerful."
It was also a moment when I was hoisting the edge of my mouth.
"Just before the martial arts festival, he disappeared... I only hope that there will be no such thing as... Every time, there are a few people who escape."
With a serious face - the face of a man involved in a martial arts festival as a backside, I said so and tied it.
"... Mm"
When Digos left the training ground, there was a figure of Sakuragiri, which was being brought to the tree just beside him.
"Ah, Mr. Ogo. Good Luck -"
Welcome me, I'm turning my uncontrolled smile.
"Take what"
"Huh? No, I was waiting for Mr. Ogo..."
That being said, Sakuragiri blushes her cheeks faintly and distracts her gaze.
It was Digos, who was acclaimed by his second brother Ladail as Tang Wenki but Park Xinren, but after the other day's incident, he finally realized what Sakuragiri thought.
As a giant, that's oddly ticklish, and he talks about not making room for it.
"Is that ice cream again?
"Mmm. No, like I'm just eating ice cream! Well, because of that, I'll let you have the luxury."
Returns a bitter laugh and walks out with both of us.
Sakurai, who walks next door, groans, "What do you want me to eat, turn it into a silk white snow" Kinoshirayuki "or a white mountain grape" Hakusan grape "after all?
Busy swimming gaze. Smile and talk to yourself. I noticed now. That's her blindfold.
- Words, come to life.
'That's okay, Digos. I don't care if you take her side. "
That's what LaDale said.
I don't want to regret it anymore. I have the power.
There's such a thing as drift protection.
Two words, held the giant back.
Oddly enough, it might resemble the situation then. We all went to help Mia who was taken away, then.
The decisive difference is that we have to fight alone this time. On the contrary, this time, we have to turn the drift protection that was on our side in that matter to the enemy.
Are we going to fight? Um, with the Arima Current Protection.
- It is.
Whatever, horrible.
"... Mr. Ogo?
When I realized it, Sakuragiri looked up at Digos anxiously.
"Mm-hmm. What?"
"It's this line over here. Ogo......, he's laughing...... hey, that looks bad. Hey, scared, maybe."
"- Right."
Pan, and slap yourself on the cheek - make a 'smile'.
"Ah, my usual face."
Like a reassured child, Sakuragiri broke his face.
…………
When I was young, I had a dream I gave up. It must be a very mediocre dream that every man would imagine. But gradually, everyone gives up on that dream. Know your limits, know your reality, and give up. That means growing up. Edvin and the others still don't seem to give up and keep chasing.
Digos just had to give up that dream sooner than people did. Because I was born in the Thirteen Martial Family. Because he was born into the family of an assassin.
analogy. Even if there was power.
"Hmmm......?
"What's wrong?"
"What is it? Mr. Ogo, do you think you're having fun?"
"... it's been a long time since I've moved my body so far. Speaking of fun, is it fun?"
Fun.
Just like this with Mr. Ogo, walking side by side. Really, fun. I wish this time would last forever.
"Hey Mr. Ogo. Heavenly Banquet, don't just force it, okay?
Still then, it comes.
"I told you to leave it to me."
"haha...... glad, but no"
- Happy.
That Ogo tells me like a prince. Yeah, it's not just Mr. Ogo. You told me you were going to take down that Enrokaku for me. Actually, I guess it's a hot phase right now.
Khandara said she disappeared after that one. Because of this, there is now a growing awareness of Enrokak's conquest in the castle. If we can weaken Enrokaku with the Heavenly Bombardment Feast, Duen, the most powerful warrior in the refeit, will defeat the man.
At first glance, the light is plugging into a situation that was hopeless. Although.
Enough already.
I guess it's useless to stop it. Digos Akelone will do everything in his power to stand up to Enrokak. And...
Over the past few days, Sakuragiri had gone to the library in the castle to examine the records of past heavenly banquets.
There, more than ten years ago...... there was a record when Enrokak was still a warrior in the sword lineage. It also contained information that had not been published externally.
- I wish I didn't know.
Sakuragiri just purely thought so.
Brutality. Brutality. Overwhelming. I learned that what Khandera told me about the nature of Enrokak was never exaggerated. That old man's fright wasn't an exaggerated act or anything.
It is said that it is not uncommon for the dead to leave the heavenly banquet, but it is forbidden to intentionally kill an opponent, regardless of the consequent death of the participant.
Still, it should be noted that Enrokak killed an unusual number of people. He's too strong, so he'll kill you with one blow. I fought that man, 'As a result, to death'. so that the ants, which should have been gently picked, would be lightly crushed.
In that way, the monster is eventually forbidden from appearing at the Heavenly Bombardment Feast, and becomes like a hidden weapon.
I'm not the one who can win. Even Duen is forbidden to fight with Enrokak in full force in the first place. I didn't even want to think about what would happen if Digos fought.
For example, suppose everyone fought Enrokak this time and wounded him. Suppose Duen knocked it down there and Sakuragiri helped.
But at that time, what is going on with Digos and driftshields? Even if I never got extradited this time, then what? What about the future? If the same thing happened again?
Sure, things are turning out better than they just might have been in a situation where they could have been dedicated. A glimmer of hope that Enrokak might be overthrown... the light is plugged in.
But it was at the bottom of a well that Yukizaki Sakuragiri stood unable to crawl up in the end.
If everyone's not safe, it doesn't make sense. And that wish was too...
Sakuragiri, squeeze tightly.
I hid a knife in my pocket. A holy blade, given to me when I was appointed a witch.
If Mr. Ogo is gone. If anything happens.
... then.
"Hey, Mr. Ogo. Are you free today?
"It is. I don't have any plans."
"Well, why don't we even play a board game together?
"I don't mind."
So now, let's at least have a good time.
Last, let's make memories.