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

Kill your breath and peek through the slightest gaps in the grass.

Three men in black capes nestle in grandeur rather than hiding in the open space ahead.

(... Magician "Maygas"...)

"The Thirteen Martial Family" had a young family of wands, and Hazar Envilleo had discovered a flavor of his first goal, the magician Maygas, and had observed the trend in faraway windings.

(Shit...)

And unwittingly strike your tongue inside.

Ergo, who took part from the sword lineage, suddenly said, "act differently," etc., and before the end of the conversation, he was ambushed by other participants, and although he managed to outsmart -

There is only one Hazar in this room right now. Digos and Ergo were both named after each other, and they had discovered Maygas, the magician to be seduced.

It is a task that should be done by sharing roles. It is difficult to execute Hazar alone.

(... guys, there's no sign of movement)

Far ahead. The black shadows nestled in the square, the three of us are bickering. Only one person sits on a fallen tree - don't lose weight badly, upside down brunette man. It has been confirmed beforehand that it is the chief Dj Foul.

And one thing was unexpected:

(What happened to the others...?

Out of a total of eleven demon warriors, Maygas, only three are there. At the time of admission, I had confirmed that I had broken up with him on 8 and 3. But there are eight people on the north side, including Dj Foul. There must have been three on the south side. It was also on the north side that we entered. There will be less than five than expected.

If you've already been knocked down, oh and you can't be into swallowing chatter or anything.

This would mean that we are acting individually and in a decentralized manner.

(Dude... that's more troublesome than I thought, this is...)

A group of eleven, the largest number of the participants in the party. Naturally, if you consolidate and move, it will only be advantageous. It increases the likelihood that the enemy will find you, but you can overwhelm them in the first place.

Then naturally, they all act together - and I thought so. If it was divided between North and South, I thought it was the first thing I was going to try to rendezvous with. Even Duen would have organized this operation on the assumption, Hazar imagines.

(Well, here we go. What's the matter...?

I didn't know you were falling apart. I heard it was a bunch of confident people, but you decided you could no longer fight the heavenly banquet individually?

(If so, don't lick me, I have a leftover flair)

Anyway, if you personally participated from the beginning, you would be too foolish to renounce the advantages of numbers yourself.

There is no sign of movement on the black population.

If you're going to stay here for a while, you should call it luck in your misfortune, which might be convenient. Can we find Enrokaku now, lead him this far, and hit the demon warrior Maygus and others? This is close to a river with drinkable water. It would be 'riding' over there, too.

(The moment we met, if Enrokak hadn't killed us... we'd be talking about it.)

Hazar exhaled with an unexpectedly drawn grin.

...... sounds stupid. Mandate ordered not to be uptight. With Ergo mentioning stupid things at the earthen pit, and Digos looking odd, all scattered.

Why am I the only one who's serious about this?

It felt like a hiatus.

Communicate to the neck muscle, uncomfortable.

……

Hazar stiffens and moves his gaze only downward.

Now my standing grass - my feet look slightly distorted. It's as if you're pinching something transparent between them.

"Hey. What are you doing? Kosokoso."

The identity is the blade of invisibility.

A person approaching without sound from behind was pointing a clear blade at Hazar's neck.

The shape is - curved, giant sickle. Water witchcraft, like imitating a great sickle held by a fairytale reaper.

Hazar's neck would be lightly picked off if the owner kept his wrist flashing a little.

(... idiot... you think I didn't notice...?

While Hazar breathed,

"Whatever. In the meantime, it was Barbadorf the magician Maygus who killed you. Remember, it's gone.

with the ease of mowing weeds.

Barbadorf lightly sickles.

At the neck of Hazar - the spark scattered.

It was Barbadorf who peeled my eyes off. Opens both eyes with a groovy eye to a greater extent.

"- Gossip Yep!

A flaming wand of red fever, which appeared according to Hazar's exhalation, struck the belly of the magician Maygas.

The time between the two leaves.

"... um, uh-huh?

I guess I don't understand why the sickle was played or why I couldn't drop my neck. Barbadorf leans his neck strangely as he holds down his battered belly.

"Ha, a fool... you didn't hear about old Tyzen? You were the one asking the questions, weren't you?

Hazar points to his own neck and slaps the wound ring with a ton.

"If it comes off, it's just a string, but a functioning ring is enough to be a protective gear. It's what amateurs do."

The moment the sickle tried to scratch his throat out. Hazar leaned his neck aggressively and prevented the fierce blade with the ring. It was a cold sweat thing to be honest, but it makes me laugh invincibly there.

"Ho, right? That's a big mon. That's good. That's good. But I'm in Tachi, a nature that makes me want to fuck when I'm denied it. When a woman eats, she gets so excited that she doesn't like them. You can't shoot me in the neck, if you ask me."

Uh-huh.

The murderer in black holds the clear sickle with both hands and sets it up.

"Even the will makes me want to drop that veggie neck"

Hemmed black hem. The sickle in my hand. The look is like, a real reaper.

"I gave you some advice."

But Hazar is also proud of his wand lineage and militant. Don't be cowardly, stick the fiery wand. It is indeed a water blade that is difficult to see, but the view on the other side is distorted with a clear view. thereby grasping the exact shape, the interval to be taken.

One breath of silence.

The next beat, the imminence of the triple crossing at that moment, broke the silence and struck out.

Invisible water sickles that arc, true flame canes that intercept. Flames and water collide and offset each other. Continuously blowing up steam wraps his vision in thin white.

"Oooh!? Hey, no, don't do it!

――……

To the fun Barbados, Hazar does not answer silently.

I took advantage of that momentum I made in time - flipped around and started running away.

"Huh!? Whoa, why are you running away all of a sudden? Oi!?

Late, Barbadorf chases him like he panicked. The young man in the wand increased his speed, making sure the man in black followed him.

The purpose of Hazar Envilleo, who is competing as a mission in the first place from The Thirteen Martial Family, is not to defeat the Demonic Martial Magician Maygas.

Afterwards, I was convinced by the current staggering. This guy named Barbados - strong. In addition, there are three other magicians, Maygus, just around the corner. There is also a fear that they may have noticed in the current skirmish.

(Damn, you're a pain in the ass...!

But whatever the circumstances, I'll complete the mission. Because that's the role that was imposed on me.

Hazar walked away in a vicious state in his chest while scolding water shooting from behind him.

Looking across the beast path, where the two towing each other with flames and water disappeared, the man nods heavily as he hums.

(You're moving honestly, Hazar)

Shaved kid head, pure white ethnic costume. White clothes for the judges of the martial arts festival.

(... but)

White clothes look at you with chills on the side.

Three demon fighters, Maygus, wander into the open square. I'm sitting on a fallen tree, the man. The leader of a black outlaw group, Dj Foul. You don't seem to be aware of the current competition between Hazar and Barbados.

More than that.

(... if my predictions are correct -)

Hazar might have noticed, too, had he been able to observe from a slightly closer position.

Dj Foul doesn't just stay here for no reason. The man, who doesn't see much movement, probably...

(Ji Foul or..., it is not Dada who is seen as the winning candidate among the people. In this martial arts festival...... maybe the most powerful chanter "Magee")