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

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Well, what's the matter?

The drift guard watching from the shade of the tree was lost in judgment.

About a dozen meters forward. It is a rolling open wasteland of rocks, large and small, instead of trees. There is also a small river running right beside it. Is it connected to that great river that surrounds the outer periphery of the forest?

One man was sitting back in such a rocky shadow.

Man - should I describe him as a boy rather than a boy? Perhaps age is not very different from drift protection.

A young man with thin lines, woven with grass capes. I don't rely on it because I seem weak to see it, but I guess such a preconceived notion isn't a mistake either. Clothes are all over the mud and dirt, and painful wounds leave traces of blood on the faces that remain young.

You've fought so hard to get this far, you were sitting around in a terrible way. The boy takes both his own hands to his neck - to a wound ring, but shows a bare gesture of lowering as he thinks.

…………

That was enough to find out.

It's the limit now. I'm wondering if I should keep fighting or not.

In the first place, the boy doesn't even have the bags he was paid for. Have you dropped it in the middle of a struggle, or have you used up and abandoned the contents? Either way, it already showed that we couldn't afford it.

"... father, mother. Absolutely, get the prize money and go home..."

Such a weak ringing and swallowing voice reaches the breath lurking drifting shelter.

(..., what do you think, sushi...)

I don't even know what the circumstances are there.

But in this phase, drift protection comes to mind.

The heavenly banquet is not just the Festival of Shura, where such fierce men are disturbed by Dino, Enrokak, and Digos by the magician "Maygas". It's not just the strong who try to gain wealth and fame. With the thought of straw, some people compete to get the money they really need. Come to think of it, it's the same as Myol, who was trying to join in to earn money for his sister's treatment.

Not only is she or the boy blocking in right there, but a few of them may be joining the war under similar circumstances.

But if we intend to win the heavenly banquet, we must defeat them as well. There is only one person to be chosen as the winner.

……

Observe.

The young man, in short, was full of gaps. Even if it doesn't, it's already worn out. It will be easy to take them down. A delicious duck, I suppose.

Either way, I have to ask him to come off more than aim to win.

".................. cum,"

Don't make any noise.

The shield was quietly turning back on its heels. I missed 'The Enemy' and was about to leave.

(Ah, shit! You're not too sweet, I...!

Moya moya.

Maybe it's more cowardly than sweet.

Ahead, that young man, full of creation, will not be far from falling off. If the drift shelter knocks you down here now, it probably won't change the outcome. But I don't like to give him guidance with my own hands, and I'm trying to miss it. Where I can't see myself, I'm trying to wait for him to be defeated -.

And there.

"Wow!

From behind, I heard a scream drawn to fear.

Unexpectedly, the young man rolled through a hard wasteland.

"... ugh, ugh"

Health is no longer the limit. I can't even help my arm.

"Now we're getting the ring again. After all, it's easiest to hunt a weak guy."

Not sure if it was from the beginning or on the way off, but the fat man with naked upper body looked down at the boy who crawled to the ground and laughed contentedly. Slumpy protruding belly shakes.

"Fuck, fuck..."

He was a hard-working young man,

"Let it go."

Gosh, and the merciless sound of a tree spirit.

Beaten by something transparent created by the man, the boy rolled through the wasteland.

That's it.

The ring, which was wrapped around his neck, lost light and just became a string and fell apart.

"Easy win, easy win"

The man who laughed dirty picked up the missing ring...

"Fuck you. You're so weak. You're in on this. It stinks of trouble to knock them around."

Put a kick in a young man who fell without power. Even though he was slapped in a few shots, the boy didn't even wander.

I had already lost consciousness due to the wear and tear the ring came off.

"Damn... you're gonna die, you piece of garbage"

The boringly grunted man lifted his heels and stomped mercilessly on the young man's face - as

"Oh!?

I was shot in the head by something that flew from the side and lagged back a lot as I put it down.

"You're not trying to overkill me, fat man, as you deserve."

With one hand pebbling, Arichi Shield was revealing himself.

"This, of, kid, to me, blood..."

Wipe the flutter that passes from the side head to the cheek, and the fat man stares at the drift protection.

"It was a violation to chase someone who had decided to lose. And this looks like a turtle... isn't it in the mirror? You're disqualified, Osama."

In the wake of all that chastisement. The man turned away from his angry expression and looked surprised - instantly, with a creepy smile.

"... well. I understand. You're new, and you're not a big chanter, Maggie."

"... Mm"

It's not even the chanter Magee in the first place, but it's not a mistake in the sense that you can't use the technique or anything. What is the appearance of stupidity? Is the observation eye superior? The unscrupulous boy gets more alert.

"This is a place out of range that the mirror didn't catch. It's hard to grasp the flow of the soul heart" Prarna "in the spiritual field, but hey, if you're still a regular technique, you can sense the faint power emitted by the mirror. As long as I'm around, I don't have any fabrication. It's easy enough to find a place no one's seen."

Another 'blind spot'?

There seems to be a limit to the number of black water mirrors installed, and these points may exist more than Lifeguard thinks. I guess that white disguised lady did the same and searched for that place.

"You don't realize that, you're incompetent as a new student. That's what happened."

"Hmm. I see."

Didn't you care about the proper gavel, the fat man tells you as he draws his mouth.

"I mourn the recent heavenly banquet. Thanks to more cluttered fish gathered for gold, the quality is clearly in decline."

So I smiled brutally,

"Miscellaneous fish that discredit the heavenly banquet have to be cleaned? As a regular duty."

The man put up his arms as if he had an invisible weapon and stood still.

…………

The drift shield narrows its eyes.

As if you have it, not. In fact, I have it. Earlier, the young man in the example has been beaten down by 'something transparent'.

Reach and shape are both unknown. But based on how you stand with both hands, it should be a long pattern.

"Regular, hey"

Lifeguard sends a mockery at Magee, a chanter with such an invisible weapon.

"Regular is a good word or sound. You can't finally win if you want to, but you can't give up, and you're a third-rate contestant who's been out many times, right? The quality of the heavenly banquet? Have you lost your temper? If you're so serious about the Heavenly Banquet..."

Let's go.

"- Why don't you stop coming out first? You're fucking weak."

Should it also be called planned harmony?

With a cheap provocation, a man makes a gap in his anger phase, and the driftshield throws pebbles just with a wrist crease. The shooting was precisely, playing the right hand of the chanter Mage.

"Gu, but......,!?

It's too late when a man distracted by pain is hazy.

Liquid protection is finishing its approach and bringing it into between fists.

"Ahhh!

Still, did anger outweigh pain? A growling man waved his left arm. A fist of tears - not. It's like you're still holding onto something, at its disposal.

――

As a general rule, the opponent's attack is often punished by stray protection, but in this phase he was forced to make two choices for a moment. Evasion, or defense?

An invisible weapon. I can't wait to hit you straight with the intention of avoiding it. The drift shield set his right arm vertically, accompanied by his left hand, and took an attitude to receive.

"Die!

'Something' swinging in a flash across the side is slapped from above the defense.

The sound of the blow echoed across the river plain.

"-... Gu, wow!

Heavy blow to awesome. He was also a drifting shield who was supposed to be hitting hard, but his body nevertheless floated slightly, swimming to the side. Physical impact, still conveyed via Farvnar's armor. If he had also received no protective equipment, his arm could have been crushed.

But as a result, the shelter overtook and stopped on the spot.

As its power shows, it must have been a special blow for a man.

"Heh...!?

He looked stunned when he saw the flush protection he had enjoyed.

And the stiffness becomes too much of a gap for the karate family to turn to counterattack.

"Shh!"

The left-handed fist of the shield was slammed into the belly of a sloppy sagging man.

"Yabba......!

The half-moon trajectory prunes through the head, its jaw tip, which was struck by a dovetail and folded into a reflexively bodily lettering.

The remnants of an exquisite curve, like turning a clock needle in reverse. Right upper circle kick.

As the right foot of the circular drift protection reached the ground, the man's body slowly began to lean over. In the process of collapsing, the rings that have lost their light unravel and dance to the universe.

The sharp sound of bashing. Signal it, and one more participant's name flashes and eventually disappears.

"Ah hey, once again, one of you falls off! This is number 009, Vane Bay Radanes!

"Hmm..."

Duen Akelone, who was thorough with commentators and had never spontaneously expressed his thoughts, but had leaked a voice here that he rarely admired.

"Mr. Duane? What have you done?

Surprised, you ask the person on whom Scenomea will sit beside you.

"No, I'm a little surprised Mr. Behnbay fell off here."

'And when I say...'

"Mr. has been a participant for a long time, so to speak, a regular. Naturally, we know the terrain of the" garden of infinity, "and we know all about the heavenly banquet."

'Ah... I mean, he's not supposed to be the kind of player to lose at this stage'

"Yes, he is a powerful user himself, with all that experience."

Attributes are wind. focusing the atmosphere and shaping invisible weapons - Duen explains.

'Was the ruler... about two miles? High density compressed wind hammers. The blow carried out is also known as a "heavy explosion" and boasts uninterrupted power beyond sight. If you take it decently, no matter who it is, there's not a single pile of it. Extremely troublesome…'

'Hih, is that an invisible attack... That's horrible......'

Hmm it was a snorted Scenomea, but I ask him in such a way as if he cared.

"Nevertheless, when it becomes invisible and powerful... well, even Mr. Duane... is it dangerous...?

After such an intrigued remark, the most powerful man in the refeit smiled at Nicoli.

"Huff. Right."

'I see -... Commentary, thank you'

As the ripples of communications unfolding over the sky disappeared, the chin and bell rang.

"Ugh. Proclamation, Duane boy."

So laughing is Zeilin Yuente, the transcendent responsible for the 'film'.

"Behnbay is commonly known as' Killing Young Men '. He is an inferior man who harnesses his vast experience and chooses those unfamiliar with martial arts festivals to hunt.... but in the first place, he threaded and bent like that because no matter how he scratched it, he beat Duen Boy."

I'm not reluctant to say anything about Zeilin because I'm not on the comms.

"Yes, what...?

"Yes," he nodded to the bewildered Scenomea, and Zeilin continued with his eyes narrowed to nostalgia.

"Behnbay also used to be a good man with a decent creed. But no matter how many times I tried, I couldn't beat Duen Fong. I gradually lost my confidence and became corrupt - and now I have no shadow to see, and I have become an ugly, fat, skinny man."

By the way, he laughs, pointing at the blackwater mirror with his little fingers like a child.

"That man, this time he used his blind spot to hunt young men. It's not in the mirror."

Finally, when they say it, Scenomea hacks.

She was the one who declared Vane Bay shedding after seeing her name disappear, but she doesn't know what our guy looks like in the first place. I don't remember seeing it.

"Even now...... um. I don't catch any mirrors. I was going to hunt young men out of sight, but I wonder if I'd ever come across a payback. What do you think, Duane boy?"

That's right - answering in a careless tone, the owner of the spear deposits himself on his back.

"Lord Zeilin takes it down, but I never underestimate Mr. Behnbay"

Look up to heaven and speak in remembrance.

"As I said earlier, his' heavy explosion 'is phenomenal witchcraft. It is invisible and boasts super firepower. As long as we hit it, we can take it down. That's probably why he keeps participating in some parts of his dream of becoming a champion -"

But this time, it is likely that the young man who tried to hunt him returned to discuss it.

"You're interested"

The owner of the spear laughs.

"Whatever the crushing between the skilled... suppose it was the young who repelled Mr. - indeed, it's interesting"

With a masked smile, I said so and tied it.

"………………,"

Reflux looked around as he rubbed his still paralyzing right arm.

A rolling river plain of various rocks, large and small. The shield is about a rock, but the outlook is good instead. There's no sign of a newbie coming at me. The only thing you can hear is the spiral of the river that flows nearby.

"Ha..."

With his sigh he waved his arm praprapra, opening and closing his fingers, making sure there was no abnormality in his right hand.

(I don't care how many armor you have... I knew you'd take it)

I fainted when I fell over, I turn to a fat man.

If you look closely, this man doesn't have any luggage either. But there's 'regular'. Maybe he's hiding it in a difficult place to find.

Nevertheless - and the drift shelter sighs.

It was a hell of a blow of power. If you take it badly, you don't know what would have happened. To be honest, I can't deny that there was a part of me that was insulting because of the appearance, words, and deeds that looked like trinkets. but it was a more dangerous technique than I expected.

You're a big enemy, tapping your cheeks gently with both hands to keep your mind tight.

For one thing, I decided this place was cleared up, and I was trying to move, but...

The figure of a full-blown, creative young man who was defeated earlier came into sight.

The boy, who has been beaten down by an invisible technique and is a big letter, does not move with Pickle and has no sign of waking up. He looked terribly pale.

……

The drift guard succumbs to the side of the boy, checking his breathing and pulse.

"... dude"

I was whining by accident.

I've been playing martial arts for years. I have encountered similar situations.

This is a... dangerous condition.

A life-saving procedure should be applied immediately.

I look around unexpectedly, but white clothes never show up conveniently.

While we do that, time flies by. The more time passes, the lower the survival rate will be.

"... not good"

The resuscitation method required in an emergency, known as the live method, is also subject to a single gesture. but I've never actually applied it with my own hands. Aberrant moves, how to handle weapons, and techniques that have nothing to do with karate are taught quite a bit for some reason.

(What do we do...?

I don't have time for hesitation. I don't think it would work if I tried a live method equal to a burning blade.

That's where I got my sight.

My own luggage I threw out in the shadows of a rock before confronting a fat man. A bag with no earthen color.

The drift guard rushes over faster than he thinks and takes it out of him.

"... All right...!

Three limited healing items. The leaves of Arsilegna, which were given to me.

I don't know if I was able to do the right thing. but the boy's face was regaining its bloody goodness. Although I still won't wake up, my breathing and pulse are starting to stabilize.

I see, there seems to be something to keep an eye on about the effect of the Arsilegna leaves.

"... ugh..."

Wiped the sweat off his forehead, and the flowing guard exhaled a loud breath.

- If you look at it objectively.

There was no problem or effect on drift protection when he killed a boy who didn't even know his name. On the contrary, the help has resulted in the consumption of one leaf of Arsilegna.

Dangerous martial arts festivals not uncommon for the dead to come out. more self-responsibility than you are participating in there of your own free will. If it is defeated without power and leads to death, then it is the end to which I myself have invited. Even at the time of enrollment, such parts are cautioned by attendants. If this young man is going to die, it's his own mischief who threw himself into the struggle.

...... but that is Arishi Current Protection, which grew up in one modern Japanese countryside. I guess that's 'kindness' to put it well, or 'sweetness' to put it badly. Before a man in danger of death, the option of abandoning him did not float. Just reflexively, I was helping.

"... and you're going to be okay now"

The boy's complexion returned. Breathing is stable, too.

Well, what do we do from here? That's what I was thinking, across the wasteland - distant bushes rocked with gutter.

The moment I set myself up as an enemy, I scratched green and showed up - wrapped in a white monochrome costume, big guy with a kid head. It was white clothes behind neutrality.

…… What's wrong with you?

When you know you've got a problem, the white big man comes under the drift guards.

"Oh, no..."

I told him that I had helped this young man, with some vigilance as a drift shelter that had been deceived by the phony earlier. The white clothes, after listening, nodded heavily,

"... Hmm, I understand. Let's take the rest here. But you... did you use your Arsilegna to help strangers?"

"Well... there was nothing else I could do."

"That noble deed deserves praise... but we can't replenish the leaves. Regardless of how it is used, only three sheets are paid per person. No exceptions allowed."

"Oh, I see."

I thought it would be somehow, so I'm not surprised.

"Oh, yeah. Can I have this?"

I finally meet him. Then I give him the ring I earned.

"Is it good? You... are a strange young man."

"Right. Okay... well, good to see you."

Liquid shield, who was in charge of his bag, went through the wasteland and into the woods again.

…………

What would I do if I ran into the same situation again?

To such an assumption, I remain unable to find an answer.