The immense goddess of night floating in the sky wraps thin clouds around like bolts. Thus a slightly weakened light was pouring down into a dark and quiet city.
The time is, before ten o'clock at night.
I refrain from the heavenly banquet, which should be a time of many people, but I couldn't feel a thing called "Why" popular "Hiraki" in that area at all.
Though the city's characteristic lukewarm air is present, the cooler it feels compared to the desert of the man's hometown. It is easy and comfortable to spend enough time.
Good thing there are no people or carriages, Magician Maygas' leader Dj Foul walks majestically through the middle of the boulevard.
Thus, we arrived at the destination - the south entrance of Chigu Royal Castle, in front of a large gate.
Letters received from my men before noon.
"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."
That's all we've come for.
If I took out my pocket watch, the needle was just about to point to ten o'clock now.
Check your own spirits while counting backwards from there,
(... If you're "Koch," what about the next five minutes? I don't think you need it.)
Transfer your gaze from your hand to the giant castle in front of you.
The size and magnitude of the entire settlement of the magician "Maygas" is just a sign of the vanity held by the powerful - and Dj Foul mocks it.
Because I am small, I am anxious that I am not at least making the outside look big.
If you put it to words in this city, a guard must fly right in, looking at the castle whirling such contemptuous thoughts, one man emerges from the darkness on his side.
He was a slender, thin, neurotic young man. Are you around twenty years old? Long dark hair stretched to the waist, thin lips in long cut eyes. I can see at a glance that you have a serious personality, not to mention a joke.
"Lord Dj Foul... there's no difference."
"Oui, what's going on? Isn't it a monster to name from the caller?"
"... this one excused me. I am the Lefe Witchcraft Kingdom" Thirteen Martial Family "- the house of the hammer is the main family, Rapa Minos. Thank you for your time."
You're a typical refeit person, Dj Foul analyzes Rapa.
Stupid. Honestly. Speak dignified of long titles. It is a sign of pride in the family lineage of hammers in an organization called the Thirteen Martial Family in a country called Lefe.
(Keh, you look good in this castle, you skanky bastard)
I guess the thought was on my face, the confronting rapa frowns and sarcastically says.
"I called it in the form of a document... but I was glad you weren't an educated man who couldn't read the letters. Especially since there seems to be some lack of common sense."
Serious, proud and short minded. I can't help but fight back. Something like a typical aristocratic constitution? He's a boring person, and Ji Foul squeaks his nose.
"So, what's the problem with registration?"
"Inadequacy…?"
Lift your mouth up meaningfully, but that's a flash, too. Immediately returning to a strong atmosphere, the youth continue.
"This heavenly banquet, Maygus, the magician who is seen as the winning candidate... his chief, Lord Dj Fahl. You are the 'villains' who celebrate the martial arts festival, so the soldiers are looking at some of the crude things."
"Right. So?"
"I love this country. On top of that, I'm not a closed and archaic person. I believe that I am pleased with the current situation, where many people from other countries visit and have exchanges. … and so."
In the course of the story, Rapa reaches for the sword he is naturally raising to his waist.
"Expanding the portal will make it easier for bugs to get in. For example, wouldn't it be really uncomfortable if there were black stools, stools, places, bugs crawling around your home?
Well, Dj Foul narrowed his eyes.
This man.
Apparently, no. It's not a serious sturdy thing.
A silver sword pulled out of the young man's waist dull and brilliant in the light of the goddess of night.
"A heavenly banquet is a gathering of personalities. There will be various piles, large and small. That's fine. But the piles that have passed are out of the way."
"So? What are you going to do with that poor sword of Temei's?
Batin, and thunder struck.
That's hammer.
A dark purple thunder stretched from the slender sword pictured a giant hammer.
Its length gently doubles the length of Rapa's body. The tipped part mimicked a huge and distorted sphere, with the impression that the rock was seated rather than a weapon.
A thunderhammer of immense size, unlikely to be a real weapon. At first glance, it's a substitute that seems disproportionate for a narrow line of youth to carry.
"- Well. I have also heard rumors that the brawl in the liquor store, the broken apparatus in the drunken momentum, the intimidation of passers-by... ended up working a unilateral assault on the chanter Magee, who was set to compete in the martial arts festival"
One wave, and the wind caused by the lateral wax of Rapa scatters the dust and mustard of the pavement. The roaring sound of the atmosphere was accompanied somewhere by a roaring sound of bulls.
It is amazingly similar to the way one arm slowly carries on the object.
"Every time I rub it, I hear you're imposing sanctions on my men. I wonder if you, the leader, should be responsible. - Most importantly, with regard to the case of the chanter Magee... I wonder if you have laid your hands on it."
"It's a roundabout, you little bastard. I don't care about the guy who likes to do whatever he wants with my favorite refe - I'll catch him - which if I'm honest with you, huh?
There was no response.
A silent, rapidly accelerating rapa wields a thunderhammer.
Flashing across.
Ji Foul, who was reading, did not fly to the rear much.
but
"...,... oh!"
A violent wind generated by the empty swing of purple electricity. This burst through the perimeter.
More skinny than expected, Dj Foul collides with a fence separating the sidewalk from the boulevard. Gashan, and a flashy sound wooded the alley at night.
"Hey, Oi..."
Rapa Minos sends a frigid gaze without changing a single expression, as he remains in a shabby position.
The ambient atmosphere was scattered with a brittle and white light finish.
its power. If it strikes directly - people will also turn into dust in an instant, not to mention a relatively small grudge demon. Enough is enough. The area touched must be black charcoal in an instant.
"... capture? I don't have that kind of calculation anymore."
The youth tells pale, faceless.
"I wonder what you think is the most troublesome thing you can do to kill someone."
Gracefully shoulder a hammer bigger than the body, and the head of the lineage with the name of the object slowly moves forward.
"Dealing with corpses - in my opinion"
That wasn't an inquiry, it was solitary. I haven't expected a response since the beginning.
"It remains the greatest physical evidence of murder, which should not be concealed, and if left unattended, it rots, maggots gush and reeks of evil. Difficult to carry and process... a corpse is a real pain in the ass."
With a hammer in your hand, take the dark alley step by step. The figure looked like a labyrinth monster appearing in the inheritance.
(... Ouioi, what's going on? Is this the kind of guy who gets annoyed?)
The composition of the hammer is too overwhelming. It can't be prevented by defensive techniques. And even that size. It should also serve as a shield. I can't even fight it with a semi-productive technique.
Thunderlight user, specializing only in one point of attack.
The regular chanter Magee - at the point of confronting this man named Rapa Minos from the front, will be 'stuffed'.
(You're an honor skinned beast, Koz)
Dj Foul himself, naturally proud to be the highest-ranking surgeon, can't think of anything that seems to make sense to this man with the art of being able to chant now. Halfway through the procedure, it's just water on a burning stone.
"My hammer omits the whole process of its corpse disposal. If it's a killer lineage like Akelone, then I guess it's time and time have to dare to leave a corpse behind - but in principle, our lineage doesn't need it."
Slowly, wiggle.
"The Minos - in the executioner's genealogy,"
A divine, fast and stiff blow, in contrast to the behavior you shook up. That's like trying to drop a sinner's neck. But in the end, the crushing of ruin can't even be done to the extent that your head flies.
As he himself said, it was an iron hammer that killed the target 'only'.
A wielded purple electric hammer will not damage the cobblestones and fences in the streets while waving through a tremendous aftermath.
The brilliance of white thunder, literally wiping out only the opponent to be killed.
At the spot where the atmospheric hammer passed - Dj Foul was gone.
…………
Turning a hammer on his boring beard, Rapa looks back.
"The risk factors that can pose a danger to the people...... crush piles that have gone too far. Literally, have it disappear without a trace. Treat her like she's missing. It is your presence that is deficient and unprofessional. We don't have much time. Tomorrow, we'll have to crush Enrokaku too."
With a cold gaze, I say pale.
"I'm going to be busy so... it would be helpful if you killed me sooner"
He shouted on a piece of paper, not surprised by Ji Foul, who was turning behind him, and said away.
"You're used to it a lot. Not once or twice, huh?
"Not once or twice has an outlaw like you appeared."
"... Keh"
The head of the magician "Maygas" wiped the sweat floating on his forehead and exhaled.
My cheeks tingle. Some of the sleeves of the black cape are turned into charcoal. Hot and humid. The violet hammer seemed to increase the temperature in the area.
(Not yet... Almost...)
About a minute more, I want time.
(Damn, it stinks. If this were the case, I would have planted it sooner)
Once away from Rapa, he quickly flips his cape and rushes into an alley that spreads to the side of the building where the barrels are packed.
If you drive along a narrow path that is likely to hook the hem and pop momentum to the streets that spread ahead,
Just ahead. In the middle of the aisle, there was a stately Rapa Minos figure.
Step by step, take the hammer and come this way as you deserve.
Did they get ahead of you? In this moment? How?
…… Damn,)
That's where I notice.
Right next to Dj Foul.
Stuffed in front of a building with no sign of anyone, in a pile of barrels. Into a badly narrow alley that leads finely behind itself.
Yes. 'What I just popped up in was the alley I was supposed to pop in a dozen seconds ago'.
"- Lidu Thousand Thunder Labyrinth Labyrinth: Leishan Shibana Lami Kiku"
A slowly approaching hammer monster tells its name like a poem.
"Refuse those who come, and do not let those who leave escape. It's an infinite prison for capturing sinners. You can't escape this labyrinth."
The young man's face, illuminated by his own light hammer, was distorted by obvious pleasure.
(Don't get drunk, you idiot. A combination of delusion and avoidance. His hammer hasn't disappeared. That's the type of technique that keeps acting for a certain amount of time from activation.)
You won't be able to break it if you run out of hands, but to do so, you need to learn more about this illusion as you fight. I can't be such a hassle.
An accelerating and impending rappa waves a hammer as if.
"- Look, what's up? Run away and show them."
Twice, three times, the white, luxurious trajectory rips the atmosphere apart. Let's not touch a single scale of violet electricity, Ji Foul whispers loudly and politely.
After avoiding a few thunderstorms, Rapa took the hammer back to his shoulder.
"... Is the attribute wind? Outside, he excels in physical surgery. Take advantage of the breeze and the wind pressure created by my hammer and avoid it like a leaf in a scattered tree."
The young man who broke through gripped the hammer hard with both hands - let's.
"You don't look good, toilet bug. Don't let it crush you, desperately confuse you. Which... I'll increase your output. Let's turn the wind we should ride into a scorching heat. The moment you avoid it, it'll be a dry one. Come on, what do we do?"
Thunderhammer increases the glare. As declared, it has gained strength. I can feel that heat, even from a distance.
Unlike Rapa's words, even if he overtook the blow caused by the hammer, he would be seared by the resulting hot air.
Finally, both defense and evasion were sealed. - But.
"... Keh"
I don't need that anymore.
Dj Foul spits, looking at Rapa, who stands in a hurry.
"Don't throw up your dirty spit"
"Rapa, you just said something funny."
"Don't call my name casual."
Ignore it altogether, Dj Foul.
"The trouble with killing people is getting rid of the bodies or something. No, not at all."
Let's go.
"I agree. - It's time, Heltinier."
The atmosphere is softened. The surrounding scenery curves.
The owner of the hammer must have noticed the change too. I opened my eyes and stood up.
Speaking of Dj Foul, I can't think of anything that could defeat Rapa in the art of being able to chant while doing this fight right now.
But.
Just in case, before you leave the inn. More than an hour ago, I had begun chanting about the highest art. Its long preparation has now finally been completed.
- "It" sweeps through the space descends into an unmanned alley surrounded by darkness.
"... that's... that's..."
For the first time, Rapa shows faint confusion.
"Oh, let's be honest. It's not safe, I'm a jerk. If you weren't an idiot, you might have beaten me. What a waste of talent."
There was a deficiency in registration, so come out at ten o'clock at night - and so on.
Asshole, and Dj Foul laughs with his nose.
Registration for the heavenly banquet was closed as of yesterday, and it has already been announced that the number of participants is one hundred and eighty-nine. It can't be that there are deficiencies and so on. If you really want to call me in on those matters, you should have called me back a long time ago.
And the specified time of night is ten o'clock. No matter how busy you were during the day, there is no way that the public figures involved in running the martial arts festival would call participants at such times. Assuming you need to call it in, you'll make time in the daytime at any rate to set up an opportunity. The heavenly banquet is already approaching the day after tomorrow.
Most of all, Rapa himself would have known that. In other words, from the beginning, that letter was a fulfillment letter: "Wait at ten o'clock at night in front of the South Gate of the Castle".
"Uh, I really don't want to. It's a talent."
Assuming he had been struck by surprise without a small worker like that call, he must have been able to only escape. That's what makes you escape the labyrinth monster chasing you with a giant hammer. So much so that this man named Rapa's technique was powerful. Until the opportunity for reversal came, it had to be extended.
It was honestly unexpected, such as being the feather to use the secret technique I was chanting just in case. It can be said that we should have had the time to complete it before we were supposed to confront this man.
But such an unexpected crisis is another flair, Ji Foul laughs.
"Its character. You're not letting anyone know that you don't care if he's missing. It's my hobby. I don't have a wack to let you know. Same as not letting others touch Temei's jewels. I can't let another man hold a woman I like."
Dj Foul has already read it. This guy named Rapa.
"I don't know if it's the Nanchala Labyrinth - but I'm doing it by myself - it's been a vendetta for paying people off, Rapa. Whoever helps you, whoever sees you dead, doesn't have a chance."
An invisible 'it' roared. In front of the prey.
"- Time for a meal, Hertinier. Don't leave a piece of bone behind. Shredded."
Respond to the words of Dj Foul and groan. The atmosphere at night pulses, whirlwinds and creates an unlikely stream of nature.
Rapa with a thunderhammer puts a stunned look on his face - without, let's
In the darkness of the night, the righteous face of the young man, illuminated by his own white light, lived in such ecstasy that he did not seem to be the guardian of the law in the end.
"The journey. You………………………"
The hammer man wields his gains at all costs where he wants them. Go to "The Giant Enemy Standing in Front of You".
"- You're not the kind of person who tells others what's coming to you."
Step by step, accelerating, with an awesome grin to keep words in line.
"Be assured. I'll explain the situation to my fellow magicians, Maygus, later. Let's report it to the management committee. Before the martial arts festival, Dj Foul fled in awe -"
Thunderhammer enlarges. Roar and scatter purple electricity. Dj Foul honestly admires whether it's still up there.
It's off track. Will the 'executioner' need so much firepower?
The outside world is wide. That's a big country with 700,000 human beings, something like that. I have an excellent user.
Rigorous lightning and storms clashing.
So much so that I fear someone will notice me, no matter how much I try to avoid people. Both of them, so much so that they might disappear without a trace.
But still, the black beard is with confidence.
"- Give it up. You can't beat me with an original who imitates a weapon until you use it."
That night when he withheld the heavenly banquet nearby.
One warrior disappeared from this world without even leaving a trace.