Well, the last morning training is over.
The real heavenly banquet is finally tomorrow.
(... but you Digos guy. Was it good, with that)
Ladale Akelone is somewhat questionable.
He was my second brother, who was dating his brother's workout to compete in the Heavenly Bombardment Feast, but a few days ago - the day after Khandara disappeared? Diegos at the time was presented with "Strange Training Details".
That, too, could not be called roughly training, it was unscrupulous. But at the end of the day, even though it was just a blow, I let him see it.
In the end, that training content remained the same until the end.
(What situation did you assume... What's the point, in that training. It's about him, so I guess I was thinking about it. - so)
I can't help thinking about it. The prep period is over. All you have to do is wait for the results.
Well. I don't have any plans from now on, and what shall I do?
I'm also waiting for the troop to report on a 'story' told by Digos. When I say this, I have nothing to do.
All right. We're going to take a proper stroll around the castle and give voice to the first woman we meet. Of course, an aunt at work or something is an exception. The age shall be between fifteen and thirty-five years. All right, here we go!
In a good mood, the moment I started whistling and walking,
"Ladeil."
I heard a voice calling my name from behind. A slightly higher voice, like thin and rusty.
... is the arrowhead that was about to speak to the opposite sex I first met. Bad start, nothing like that. You're selling a fight, you son of a bitch.
That feeling doesn't even come to the surface of the yawn.
"Yes, yes, what can I do for you, brother?"
Looking back in momentum and magnificence, I bow my head rudely to Duane, who sits without sound or signs.
The eldest brother, who glimpsed such a younger brother with an unseemly gaze of temperature,
"... what about that injury?
The narrow gaze was first dropped into Ladail's right hand and he groaned. From the palm to the wrist, to the right hand, which is wrapped in multiple bandages.
"Oh, this one. The other day, you got promoted to Chief of Unit IX, and you have a daughter named Seelan, right? That long-haired tightness. If I'd asked you out for a meal more than once, I'd be persistent! I got beat up."
"Hmm...... hands?
"Come on, I'm an Akelone even if I'm rotten. I almost got my cheeks stretched, so I rushed to prevent it."
"-Ladyle. To Diegos, what did you blow in?
He doesn't seem willing to fit into a crappy lie, and Duen asks without moving his expression, either, fine dust.
"I blew it in, and people don't like it. My beloved brother's going to be at the Heavenly Bombay Festival for the first time, so that's an encouragement, and we were just dating him for training, right?
"Digos... told you that he hurt you."
"No, I'm a little alarmed. Come on."
…………
Duen's face changes slightly. It's a - quiet, angry look.
"- Are you... willing to kill Digos?"
To that slightly emotional voice, my brother returns his objection.
"How long have you been overprotective, brother? My brother is... my brother doesn't know, he's growing up."
The grin disappeared from LaDale's face as if it had slipped away.
"Of course... I'm your brother, and so am I. No, I haven't been working with you lately. - Why don't you give it a try?
The air strains. The voice of the cicada that was echoing from the trees in the courtyard vanishes into a moment. A frozen sense of urgency fills the gap between us.
"Nah."
Covering his shoulders, LaDale grinned refreshingly.
"So? What's the point? You mean Khandara?
"Oh."
Duen, who regained his masked faceless expression as the cicada began to ring back, still affirms with an emotionless voice.
"I'm just letting you chase me right now... but the clue is nasi. People who know where they're going are also nashi. There's no surroundings. It's wacky, and I'm pretty sure he disappeared of his own free will."
"Right."
Hearing the progress, my eldest brother nodded small.
Duen moves not only as the master of the spear, but also as the right arm of the governor Cayer. Running to solve various problems, large and small, was also one of the tasks.
"Was it another month and a half ago? Your brother knows about the rumor that Erodizii of Khandara told Saeri, right? So, your brother naturally noticed, didn't he? Digos and Saeri, don't you feel like we've suddenly gotten along in the last few days? This is me. Digos' thrust is knocking behind Saeri's back. Dear Saeri, I mean, you're suddenly an adult, or you're becoming Onna's face. I'm sure of it! Ka, you Digos! Gotta cook red wheat rice!?
Whereas Ladail stands up in shakes,
"Be careful, it's just a lower care. Not to mention being a rumor-loving woman. And Khandara," The Lord. "at least until injustice is discovered and legs are broken."
My eldest brother Duen was serious everywhere. Heh heh, even though he returns it, LaDale raises questions.
"But in fact, isn't it possible that Lord Jijii of Khandara tried to give Saeri another chance? It's the same time that the two young men got along."
"- I mean, there was a problem between Lord Khandara and Lord Saeri, and Digos got involved there. of their own free will. Is that what you're saying?
"Uh..."
LaDale gets stuck in words, but it's too late. I try to avoid 'topics I don't want to be enlightened' Have I said too much extra?
Duane turns her back with no sound, just saying she's done for it.
"... hey brother. Diegos is not a kid anymore, is he?
LaDale scratched his head, whining to persuade him while he thought it was futile.
"Right."
Stopped his leg, without looking back, but his elder brother replied small.
unexpectedly affirmed, was a slightly surprising Ladeil,
"-But. As for Akelone's spear, it's still too immature."
Masks, should I say?
On Duen's face, who looked back only half of the time, there was no such thing as what could be called emotion, and LaDale unconsciously felt the chill.
"... as far as I'm concerned, I haven't seen you in a long time. I thought you grew up. Even Park Min-jin is doing well with his friends."
"... friend, huh"
Meaninglessly groaning, Duen continues.
"It was an accepted study abroad with the advice of Grandpa and Father... if that's why Digos' deteriorated '-"
So for the first time, I had a thin grin on my brother's face.
"You have to keep your perspective on getting Midir College to quit."
Now it's time. Duen doesn't make a single sound and leaves in a quiet foothold.
(... Ta-da. Bigots, masked idiots, brothers)
All I could possibly do was curse my brother like a child on the inside to drop off his back like that.
- That. For one thing, Digos speculated 'A Doctrine' could be hidden through.
While I'm at it, my mouth is light and dangerous.
My brother told me about the behavior Khandara took. A strange contradiction that exists there.
Together, if that thing is shooting at you - no doubt, it's going to matter. It is also possible that it will no longer be where the heavenly banquet is. Still, I shouldn't put it in my oldest brother's ear.
- I'll kill you.
A straw bundle bracketed in fine wood is amputated by a white light blade depicting a steep angle.
"Huh..."
Outdoor training ground in the castle. Around, a bunch of equally divided straw was scattered.
The sword lineage is young, and Ergo Stije takes a big breath.
A waterfall-like sweat that conveys the remaining face of childhood. Shake off the chestnut hair sticking to your cheeks annoyingly and focus your consciousness again.
The castle is noisy today. Because we are withholding the heavenly banquet tomorrow - it does not seem to be just that. Ergo, who is silently encouraging training, came earlier to ask if you don't know what Rapa Minos, the master of the hammer, looks like - a soldier. When I saw the sword boy entering training with an impatient sword screen, I turned back without hearing the answer.
- The boy was given two names: "Bai Hui" Byacki ". At the age of sixteen for the weak crown, he is already seen as the next nominee of the family of swords. It can be considered a powerful man endowed with an unmistakable talent.
Rather naturally, Ergo will be driven out this time as a personnel against Enrokak.
But the boy is not convinced.
The instructions given by Duen are to work with other family members until they are exhausted to drain Enrocak. Engagement from the front is strictly forbidden. To withdraw if you feel in danger.
- Stupid. Mr. Duane has misjudged my prowess.
"Shh!"
At the same time as exhalation. A white light strip following the trajectory of the wielded arm cuts three standing straw bundles simultaneously. Not even a spear wielded by a soldier proud of his power could pierce it, which was cut like butter and rolled off.
Cooperation or depletion? Retreat?
I'm not kidding.
"... I'll kill you"
Prove it. He said it was already a relic of the past, such as Enrokak Stijje.
Yes. Seventy thousand Lefe Witchcraft Shinto, in which the family of swords that will be the spindle will be the next main candidate. Proud path presented to the future. Everyone praises it this way.
"Ergo will be a good sword warrior"
"You'll be safe as the next owner."
But there were words that were never said.
"It will be the strongest warrior in history, even in the family of swords"
Its presence buried in darkness. As long as a mistake called Enrokaku exists, Ergo will never be recognized as' the strongest '.
So let me prove it.
I've been working out more than a child for ten years. Enrokak has left the country for ten years.
The family of swords has reached higher heights. There's no reason to lose, such as the scraps that I left the country and did whatever I wanted.
This is a good opportunity.
Enrokak, a black demon sword buried in the darkness of history, and Ergo, a sword full of talent and light.
"Which is up there... I'll prove it to you. Odysan the Out of the Army"
Another one. Following the trajectory of the wobbly arm, a bunch of straw scattered fragments.
- The senses cross.
Turn down food and drink, how early will it be? But that's the end of the day.
Scratch the trees and move on. From time to time I stop my legs and get my ears done. Eye gazing and nosing. I feel subtle changes in the air on my skin...
Going through the depressed woods is a black, huge shadow. But he is not like a beast or a grudge demon. He was an unmistakable person.
Enrocak Stijje.
A heavenly banquet approaching tomorrow. On the face of it, the Demon Fighter "Maygas" is seen as the winning candidate, but everyone who goes by the circumstances behind the refeit will be convinced that this man will decorate the victory.
Such a black giant was now sewing among the growing grass trees and proceeding through the woods.
Running his bloody eyes, killing his breath. The effect of hunger or the beastly breathing noise was leaking out of the gap between the teeth.
There is a training law that has long been passed down to the Lefe, called "Sai" Monoimi "moment" When ". As for the content, it is almost close to fasting.
Enrokak was currently challenged to this "Sai Moment" in preparation for the Heavenly Boom Feast and continued to refuse any food or drink.
First, consume the dried floral crown of a plant. It is also used as a medicinal product to encourage the effects of appetite enhancement if trace amounts are exceeded, but if a certain amount is exceeded, it will have significant physical and mental effects.
Turning down food and drink for a few days. My belly keeps ringing and all I can think about is food. A few more days of withstanding the temptation of meat and liquor to fill the brain while suppressing the nerves that stand hungry and sawdust while holding down the deaf belly.
Appetite disappears, as if something had been switched.
Visiting instead is - thirst.
Just, even, the body begins to want water. If you don't mind thin dirty muddy water anymore, you'll overflow your desire that's going to explode from the inside.
That's it.
After overcoming that border, which can be considered to be on the verge of frenzy, we reach it.
Feelings sharpened to the limit by medicine, by hunger.
A vision that discerns even a drop of rain grains. Hearing that also captures the sound of tree leaves rubbing. An olfactory sensation that also senses the presence of a beast lurking in a servant.
It's as if every perception has been stripped out.
At the heavenly banquet held in the spiritual hall, where the technique of sign detection system does not work, all become a feeling of tremendous effect.
But it's not complete here.
The Black Giant Beast was working on finishing the "Sai Moment".
Take the roadless path, look around carefully, hear the noise, make your nose peel -
"Hung... I found it"
I arrived at the place.
The sand has been stripped off, a promising platform. Unlike before, an open space with nothing to block.
Nestling on the back of a rolling rock was an integral resentment.
If compared to existing animals, wolves would be close. However, its length was more than two mile.
Full body covered in brown long hair. Tough limbs trampling the earth. The face is also extremely similar to that of a wolf, but its head is characteristic.
One horn flared as it jumped out of his forehead.
The shape runs out of unusual words.
Length is about sixty centals. Red and black and wide, close to broadsword in shape. However, the part equivalent to the blade is engraved with gizzardly irregularities, as if the scarecrow were growing from a direct prefix.
Category B, Varradoruff.
Nature is cold and fierce. A monster who is also highly capable of combat and is often rank B, but who needs three regular soldiers if he is to deal with them properly. If you get that 'scarecrow' rolled out of a giant, humans and others are easily amputated.
He was also known as a "gastronomer" because of his preference for omnivorous but high-quality fruits and meats and his use of horns to cleverly cut them into pieces.
And naturally should I?
'Human' is also included in the menu preferred by this gastronomer -.
"N ~... I'm basically a 'gastronomer' too. Rice and women. Well, this is one of my studies."
With a spare look, Enrokak confronts the grudge demon.
- Finishing of "Sai Moment". It was about eating Varradorff's flesh.
Varadorf's body, which eats only quality bait, is rich in nutrients. I'm not sure that's why, but this resentful flesh had the effect of temporarily activating physical abilities. If it is hungry, it will stain more intestines, and its effects will double. For a week or so, the action continues.
but there are two problems there.
One is that Viradorf's blood is simply not suitable for consumption. It is an omnivore, but therefore the meat tastes bad after being stiff, and has a strong unique odor. The blood is also badly sticky, not something I could have drank tangled up in my throat. It was even said that it would not be possible to fit these in the stomach in the first place unless they were hungry, which could be considered extreme.
And another problem.
The extreme state of hunger. In its physical condition, which can be described as an absolute malaise, it means that it has to be tailored to the ferocious veradorf -.
You recognize the current human being as food, or Varradorff bows down low and steps on his limbs.
It was Enrokaku who stood up to intercept,
"... oops"
I fluttered my feet slightly.
I haven't eaten or drank for days, even though my senses are sharp. No matter how Enrokaku is, there is no power in it.
Moments, exploded.
The moment Enrokak stepped on them, Vladoruf jumped at the speed of a thunderstorm. It's like when a skilled samurai is present, an act that makes a gap for a moment. Ten Miles was there. The monster, who filled the distance with just two steps, waves the scarecrow grown from his head to the side.
Double-cut trajectory.
No matter how thick Enrokak's body is, there is man. If it strikes straight, it will definitely be wholesaled up and down a flash.
The slaughter of the truncation, the bang...
Bounced back by something invisible. Pushed by the shock, Vladruff's giant meets.
"F...... sorry to hear that, Lord Dog"
If the monster had advanced intelligence, he might have noticed.
He was bounced back by the 'wind' to the point where the man wrapped up.
- Enrokak Stijje is proud to offer the ultimate in protection. A trendy, headwinding heavenly garment. It was a wind-wrapping technique that could be called a barrier, bouncing back everything while unfolding like a thin film.
"... so when I use this for an attack - this is what happens"
The wind that was enveloping Enrokak's entire body disappears and reproduces only at one point on his right hand.
A loosely moving right palm was caught in front of Varradorff to aim...
A blow to be called a wind steel bullet blew through.
I would have cut off all kinds of bait, the grievance demon's tough 'scarecrow' explodes and cracks. Momentum remained, the wind blow crushed Varradorff's head without a trace. On the airflow, a blasted blood splash and a mass of meat bounce around and fly.
One beat late, the giant resentment demon who lost his head slipped and fell over.
"The ultimate in offense - our current, blast formation" Bukufujin "...... Sometimes I don't even use witchcraft... it dulls me."
Enrokaku, who laughed nicely, succumbed to Vladoruf's side of the body.
"Ho. No change...... no, it's evolving. That's right."
To the voice thrown at me, I stopped moving perfectly. If you look back crouched, there are three men coming.
Two of us wore red armor and carried long spears - that is, regular soldiers of the refe.
And the other, an old man, has a prominent figure of small fat on his bald head.
"I thought someone was following me... did you? - Khandara."
There was one Lefe witchcraft realm, the Millennium Parliament, Khandara Zagga.
Enrokak crooks the thick lips through the piercing with a nibble.
"Is that okay? In case someone sees you where you're with me, Mon... you can't just lose your leg, can you?
To the thick voice of the giant, Khandara laughs distorted in her face.
"Heh, if you return the back... if you can't find it, it means there's no problem. The squid you can't find is not a squid. Tyzen's got a good mouth."
The expulsion of Enrokak Stijje, which was handed down ten years ago. That was because the interests of both parties coincided.
Try Enrokaku, of cramped castle life...... liberation from the family of swords. A stepping stone to accomplish 'a purpose'. If you try Kandara, you acquire the ultimate force of war that you can secretly handle by giving you gold and a woman.
Since then, we've been dating for as long as 10 years. Nevertheless, as a Khandera, it is deadly for someone to know the connection. Naturally, the face of the governor, other 'millennium parliaments', and even Duen, has not enlightened us.
For the past decade, the minimum necessary, such as direct face-to-face contact between the two sides, was enough to count.
Enrokak snorts and laughs at the fact that that khandara comes this way.
"Hung... did you serve something before the heavenly banquet?
Khandara becomes an abominable expression, as shown by Enrokak's expectations being centered.
"... it's Enrokaku. I'll get her... I'll get the witch at any cost."
"You're so obsessed. Well, she's certainly a good woman."
Enrokaku laughs heartily, saying he's a profound grandfather. Beautiful brunette, she wouldn't be bulky unless she was a young woman.
Originally, at dawn, when Enrokaku won the Heavenly Bombardment Feast, Kandara was the arithmetic to get the witch. This old nobleman seems so obsessed with that girl.
I couldn't stand it much longer, and I guess I failed.
"And, bye. of the spear...... Digos Akelone. Kill him at all costs."
"Digos......? Oh, Duane's brother. You're coming out to crush me as one of the Thirteen Musketeers anyway, aren't you? Then I guess I'll bump into nature somewhere..."
So the giant flashes.
(... hmm? Wait.)
To achieve one's ultimate purpose - would "it" be an unparalleled shortcut?
Rather very convenient. I wonder why you haven't noticed this before.
"... huf,"
Enrokak grabs the right forefoot of the lying Varradorf and pulls forcefully to cut a thousand. I broke it from the inside and hit the meat. Forcefully chew off the stiff muscle fibers and force them to chew.
"Ka, there's no such thing as unsavory. I don't want to eat when I'm hungry."
I distorted my expression and kept eating it even as I threw it away.
…………
What the hell, which is a monster?
He casually knocks down the existence of a grudge demon that people fear, and eats his flesh.
The middle-aged soldier, the belly of Khandara, couldn't help but think so before Enrokaku, who preys on monsters without heart.
Ten years ago, when he was also accompanied by Enrokak Solemn Qing, he recognises that his intuition was still not wrong then.
- If you turn this man against the enemy. When it comes to war, not combat.
Myself, an elite soldier who has long served Khandara. Once in line, it is also never possible to stabilise and repel Vladruff.
But no. This black human shaped monster is fundamentally different. Strength. Grid. Everything.
Eating meat and continuing to rinse blood often. You're just full, Enrokaku pretends and exhales loudly.
How much time would have passed since then?
"Phew... ph"
The change came. Enrokak is taking a breather after his meal. its thick neck or arms. On the surface of the black scalp, blood vessels emerge.
"Huff... here we are. Here it is... this feeling."
The muscles bulge, the blood vessels pulse, and even make you feel the illusion that even that huge body has grown even once more.
"Sai Moment," a testament to its success.
Even skilled soldiers can't help but think.
(..., who...)
Who the hell can stop this man?
Enrokaku has also arrived after executing this "Sai Moment" once at the Heavenly Banquet in the past. And he's winning.
That's the first look I've seen in years. Beyond thirty years old, as a warrior, a flesh that shouldn't be strange even if it is differentiated downhill. Even so, enlarged muscle mass. Homicide minister with increased awesomeness. Without a doubt, it far surpasses ten years ago.
The acute sensation gained by fasting. Overwhelming physical ability gained by predation. And possess more than the original, the strength of this man himself.
This state now. If it's a complete one-on-one, clash with Duen Akelone. I wonder if this man will win lightly.
"Heh, heh, nice. Get out of here... Huhahahahahahahahaha!
I don't know about the future if it's not the ability to 'chant ahead' either.
There's just one thing for sure.
This heavenly banquet will undoubtedly set the stage for tragedy.
The man's life was a series of bets.
Enrokaku keeps laughing like crazy.
Seeing how it looks, Khandara is forced to hoist the edge of her mouth.
- There's no problem.
I stepped out of hand and got the wings to leave the castle... but still, there's no problem. Attempts to reach out to witches or making false statements about Enrokaku are not a big deal.
On this martial arts festival, the young men of the "Thirteen Martial Family" who compete die. But the other contestants have plenty of facial blemishes. You'll be so exhausted when it comes to your servant Enrokaku. And then Duen will come for it.
But this man goes up.
The governors missee this man's - Enrokak's - strength. Even in an exhausted state, this monster is no longer in the hands of Duen. This time, the refeit will begin with the young man of the "Thirteen Martial Family" and lose his diverse talent.
But that's the opportunity.
Khandara will take care of Enrokaku, who has done so much damage.
It doesn't matter how strong you are. I spend as much as ten years showing myself no harm and making them assume. If you heal your wounds, you can fool them and mix poison with your diet and medicine. He has obtained the worst and most vicious poison, "Flecalis", to be extracted from the Grievance Demon/Confounded Bird Steam Bali.
There is no doubt that even Enrokaku, a delicacy that is told that even a small amount of S-class resentment demons will be killed casually.
It is somewhat sparing to lose this man as a force of war, but he is still more dangerous than that. It is true that the nightmare still afflicts me. Yet this monster is not the subordinate subordinate. It's not something I know when I'll be scratched in the neck. It's like being in the same cage as a whimsical beast.
Honestly, I've been waiting for an opportunity. I was watching the gap that could erase this man.
Strong indeed. It does work.
But it's scarier than that. This monster.
Good at first. But every time this man slaughtered his enemies, every time he kept winning, his concern always caught on.
I wonder if this will happen to me next.
But I'm done with that.
By the merits of this monster, some scandals and so on disappear. He disappeared because he was after Enrokaku from behind, but you can fool him.
That handle will allow us to obtain a status that is not comparable to that which we have had before. Being so powerful is easier than twisting a baby's hand, such as doing something about a witch.
"What's up, Grandpa? Bad luck."
"... no. I was sure of your victory."
Win.
It burns up because there are uncertain elements.
Make sure you win this critical bet, too.
The nightmare that has plagued me for so many years is over, the status, the witch, everything is available.
The old man, imbued with ambition and possessed by the tension of betting, giggled quietly in the back of his chest.