"Ultraviolet Flash! 085, Digos Akelone has made a firm decision -!
A giant spinning thunderbar paints a circle and disappears straight into the void.
It was like stuffing chess. Winning with a dangerous and stable standing around, Digos had the usual invincible grin.
(Mr. Ogo......, I knew you were strong)
Check its appearance through the mirror, and Sakuragiri takes a sigh of relief.
……
Look at that bravery. "Maybe," I expect.
'And I don't think you're eighteen, you're a calm waist. The current battle, too, was completely unsafe. Even if I skip the point that it's Mr. Duane's brother, I think he's a notable player...'
'No. I'm still immature'
'Oh, is that right? I see.'
Duen's voice was cold everywhere.
Scenomea, the voice manager, also guessed something, and never mentioned Digos any more.
(..., Ogo.)
The reason Duen is cold is predictable in Sakuragiri as well. Digos and other 'Thirteen Martial Family' youths are joining the fight, this heavenly banquet. Its purpose is to use the magician Maygas to target the depletion of Enrocak Stijje.
But what is the consequence? Digos is currently acting alone. Around, I don't see any other 'Thirteen Martial Family' faces.
If you think about the mandate, the situation is clearly not working. Nevertheless, Digos does not show a hasty bareback, but rather stands just as taunted as usual. Try being a serious duen, and I guess that doesn't bother you.
Sakuragiri knew.
Diegos is unwilling to follow instructions in the first place. Seriously, I'm going to take down that Enrokaku.
I was going to decide to be 'ready,' but I'm going to expect 'if'.
As for Sakuragiri, it was reassuring to make sure that Digos was safe for once.
(..., yeah)
"Ready," I should have made up my mind. Still, I was horrified, as a matter of course.
The scene switches and the flying act of aggressive technique is enlarged. He seems to be traveling in engagement, and the 'reflection' also moves from next to next so as to follow it.
(Wow, awesome camera work...... I can do this too)
It's like a movie action scene, and Sakuragiri is going to see it. The audience also cheered for its immersive performances.
There are two shadows running parallel through the woods that have entered. The colours of the staggering technique are red and silver. Flying against the enemy, flame lines and water currents. Or shield the trees, and sharpen the two sides.
Its speed, its standing around, its physical appearance. Even Sakuragiri, unfamiliar with witchcraft, can tell at a glance. It's a struggle between the powerful.
"Ko, this is intense! It's an once-in-a-going, breathless offense! Who and whose fight would it be......!? It also looks like the water operator is chasing the escaping fire operator. '
From between the trees, a flaming user appeared. A young man characterised by his forehead, cut together with his forehead, in the ethnic costume characteristic of the refeit. The object of the flame carried in the right hand symbolizes the shape of the wand.
"You're competing from our" Thirteen Martial Family "... Hazar Envilleo, right?"
'Whoa! I see!
A confronting user of water flipped himself out of a wooden gap. The black cloak is reminiscent of a bat somewhere. A skinny man, prominent for his giddy big eyes and his momiaghe stretched all the way down his chin.
"Hmm... of the demon warrior Maygus... was it indeed Mr. Barbadorf"
Duane speaks his name with no confidence. Because there are many similar-looking magicians, Maygus, even the champion may not have grasped it.
As soon as this Barbadorf was shown, a slight booming arose from the audience. Sakuragiri doesn't know much about it, but this bunch of demon fighters called "Maygas" seems to have a bad reputation. Most of all, if you look at the predisposition of one of their members who confronted the exile guard, it was natural, too.
"Wow, wow! Strength, you're right! But it also appears that... Hazar wants to avoid fighting Barbados... '
'Right. But he is also part of the "Thirteen Martial Family". You must have some idea. "
Hearing the words, Sakuragiri felt unwittingly bitter. What a white.The man who ordered the operation was no other Duane.
Anyway, Hazar, a warrior in the family of wands, seemed to be trying to do his duty as Duen instructed.
But there's only one Barbadorf eating up. As for them wanting to lure a bunch of demon warriors, "Maygas," they must be in a situation where they can't even be good at rhetoric.
Ops to save Sakuragiri, where the surface drains Enrokaku and Duen stabs a stop after the heavenly banquet. Hazar is also just moving on the instructions above, and I guess he's not trying to help Sakuragiri, but the girl still felt sorry for herself.
The two fiercely engaged men go straight to the back of the woods - disappearing off-screen. You went out of the mirror range, and the footage never followed them any further. Failure to see the settlement and an unfortunate voice comes up from the audience.
And then again, the scene switches from place to place.
……
Before the sight, Sakuragiri just ceased.
"Ko, is this......!?
The same seemed to be true for Scenomea and the audience, with a bewildered air spreading.
The place is open grass. Unlike previous forests, the trees are neglected. I guess the mirror bracketed in one of them captures the scene.
"………………"
Sakuragiri's expression is frightening.
It shows - the man.
Two meters fifty centimeters is likely to exceed gracefully, an unlikely tall upper back on Earth. Dark skin with lumpy, uplifting muscles. A rough outfit like even peeling the raw skin of a beast.
Enrokak Stije, a symbol of nightmares for Sakuragiri.
Engaged are three chancers, Maggie.
- No. Will you call it 'engagement'?
Jen-royalty.
Enrokak stood defenseless with his arms gently spread out. The three chanteers, Maggie, slap one attack after another into such a giant. One shoots off with a blazing sword, one with an ice spear, and the other with a blazing thunderbolt from behind.
But immovable.
Enrokak was exposed to a furious attack - all attacked, but he spread his hands without going through his will, just looking up into the sky. As if, to enjoy.
On the contrary. It also looks as if you haven't even noticed you're under attack.
'This, is... Huh? They're attacking... they're attacking, right? But... not working at all...? What... what's going on...?
"As you can see."
Duen answers Scenomea, who has forgotten his duties and is grumbling with vegetables, in the same tone.
'It's not working. … precisely,'
In a nostalgic tone.
"- All attacks are played by the" heavenly garment of headwinds "that the man wraps around"
At the same time as that word.
The battlefield has changed.
Enrokaku grabs the face of one who has been slashed with a blazing sword, unwrought eagle in its large palm. It was like gripping a yummy bug. You put your strength into it at the same time as you captured it, and the chanter Magee relaxed its limbs without sloppiness after only jumping viculently once. The ring that was wrapped around my neck loses light and unravels and falls.
"... Hih"
Sakuragiri breathes unexpectedly in a sight reminiscent of hanging.
I couldn't get my hair in for a while, and an ice man poked an ice-column spear into the side of the giant. But naturally, the spear is more smashed and scattered.
Enrokaku gently enveloped the cheeks of the stunned ice surgeon with both hands. As if I could even mouth it.
Moments.
Baki, Kin, and.
Through a black water mirror, the sound of ruin woods the spirit. Enrokak was keeping his opponent's neck spinning one sideways. It was as effortless as cutting a car handle.
"-, Ugh...!
Sakuragiri cannot be looked at directly and turns away from the mirror.
But I caught it in the corner of my sight. the sight of the last one undergoing some kind of surgery and causing his abdomen to crush.
Is that due to the wind? From a torn abdomen, a flashy splash of blood and a splash of guts, a sight too unbroken.
"... no, no, ahhh!
"Sa, Dear Saeri!
In a rounded cherry branch, the soldiers, who had refrained behind them, rush over.
Exactly from the guest seat, there was more screaming than cheering.
Beyond the mirror, Enrokak stands calmly in the grass. With the silence of a lie the slaughter is now. I don't think I just killed people, even with a grumpy grin.
Should it be fortunate for Sakuragiri? The abandoned body was buried and sunk in a high grass length, never in sight.
At last, like that, Scenomea squeezes out her voice.
'Gosh... what a miserable... miserable settlement... this is also in a stage called the Heavenly Bombay Festival... the... Oh, now the white clothes are rushing under Enrokak...!
We're switching.
Moving to the point of view from the black water mirror held by the white clothes, a diagram was shown looking up at Enrokaku.
The black giant, bathed in speckle-patterned returning blood, distorts the thick lips through round piercings and laughs invincibly everywhere.
"... Enrokak. It's a warning. We need you to refrain from killing innocent people. '
"N ~... even if they say so. We'll kill each other and crush each other - it's a heavenly banquet. I'm just doing what it says."
Shoulder clapping and laughing like a little fool.
'It's worse to die just because you poked a little silly. I'm not gonna say "fight back", am I?
"You..."
The discomfort also goes to the white clothes where he tries to say something to the dew, Enrokak roughly presses the ring in his hand. The white clothes that were supposed to be strong, that's all I got.
"Oh, hey."
"I'm collecting it to figure out how many I've crushed... but you're not after the ring. Bring it to me."
The giant turns his back and walks out, all at his convenience.
"I'm not disqualified, either. I'll follow you...." within sight, "
Left behind in a thick voice, Enrokak Stijje left slowly.
White clothes - 30,000 people watching over black water mirrors, drop off behind them.
'... Mr. Duen. That player, what the hell...'
A faint Scenomere voice. Place between beats - Duane, who was once in charge of one of them as the strongest two wings of the refeit, tells me.
"- That man is Enrokak. Now he's also stripped of his last name... as Enrokak Stijje, a man who once belonged to the family of swords'
"What!? A family of swords......!
'Yes, some of you in your seats will come, if you know it. Ten years ago, he left Byakrak, the capital of the Thirteen Musketeers, of his own free will.
"Damn... why did Enrokaku become a heavenly banquet..."
'Ten years...... you must have wandered around and polished your strengths. I'm unsure of its sincerity when it came back... but maybe you took part in it at the heart of the arms test'
Farewell. Duane ties in with such a lie answer. No matter, you can't even say it. That man said, "The Witch of the Divine Domain" - he's in it to get Sakuragiri, etc.
Then often. Finally, the atmosphere of the guest seats is restored to calm, and the struggles of the participants are taken up one after the other.
"Dear Saeri, I brought you some water."
"Oh, thank you......"
But Sakuragiri's complexion was not excellent.
- Look at the activity of Digos and drift protection. Maybe I can, I thought.
But no.
That Enrokaku is still too different in dimensions. If you fight a monster like that, you two...
(... no..., scared. I'm scared...)
The 'readiness' I should have decided was about to collapse from the ground up. Enrokaku changed Enrokaku's perception of Sakuragiri, who was also curious to watch in a martial arts game on TV. No, I let you know again - is that correct to describe it?
He said this was not a rule-obeyed game, but a dangerous martial arts festival that could cost lives. It's an unlikely event in my hometown, with monsters taking the lives of others in plain sight.
Sakura Branchiri's determination to be the only girl who was shown "death" until vivid and grew up in the soil called Japan was lightly broken.
Sakuragiri holds his own shoulder and shrugs himself small. The summer air was so hot, I could see my body trembling.
"Sa, Dear Saeri... take some time off"
"... it's okay, it's..."
I don't think you're okay at all.
I don't like it anymore.
Help......
Take Daigo. Take care of him. Me.
Somebody, help me...