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

"... I see..."

Palms were opened and closed, and the flow protection confirmed the sensation of the right hand.

I'm not just getting pain in my arm. My body was starting to feel tired - obviously, lighter. With that comes a strange motivation.

This is the effect of the arcilegna leaves. analgesia, fatigue suppression and even mood lifting. 'Misunderstood' when we could still continue to fight, and it's not strange to see the situation incorrectly and suffer more serious injuries.

(... but)

I don't care if it's a mistake or not, you can't stop.

This struggle is unacceptable to lose.

Remove the wet map from the backless bag and match it with the surrounding environment.

The evergreen square, where Dj Foul, the leader of the magician Maygas, stood, is a straight north direction from here. You can seem to get there if you walk along a big river that's doubling the 'garden of the poles' vertically, so if you keep going, you won't get lost -

Noticing signs of sneaking forward, Lifeguard hid himself in a near-field bush.

... It didn't seem like it was my fault. One man is walking, lurking his breath. I even feel like a long time ago if I think about it in a non-facial encounter like Dino or Gonder.

(... oh no, was there a demon fighter "Maygus" that I had left to Mr. Gonder earlier)

Thoughts also tended to be scattered, whether it was the effect of the leaves or because of the fatigue that began to accumulate.

Well, I discovered the other participants. If you've ever said, "Let's battle! ♪ And I won't try to leap out, but I don't... ♪

…………

But the boy keeps killing his breath so he doesn't get noticed.

This power to roll now - to defeat Dj Foul, should be kept warm. That's what I decided.

Make sure you can't see the man anymore, and the shield will resume its action.

"Ooh, this is!

It's been a long time, or a slightly brighter Scenomere audio sounds.

Belgrette, who was starting to get tired just watching the game, was caught and turned to the mirror.

"Ah!"

I had accidentally raised my voice.

"He's alive, he's alive! Lugo Aliumi was thrust down to the bottom of Naruto by Dino Gailroen! Oh, my God, here I am, caught looking like that! I'm walking flat in the woods! What can I say...... you're sturdy!

The figure of a brunette boy going down the beast path, hiding himself in the shadow of a grass tree. It doesn't have any noticeable scratches and looks quite physically affordable. It must be a testament to the fall to the lake, the short dark hair was wet and the light clothes were stained dark with water.

A gentleman in the next seat smiles when he sees Bergrette's face stroking down his chest with relief.

"Good for you."

"Yes..."

"Ah. Welcome back, Mr. Duane!

So it looks like Duane's back after a while off his seat. Sure - Ergo Stijje, a young member of the sword lineage who is competing from "The Thirteen Martial Family," should have been out of his seat since his defeat.

Its expression in the mirror had frown roots and appeared somewhat rugged.

"… I have something to remind you all here in my country."

Duane's voice is more serious than anything I've ever heard, coming back and emanating early.

"The Lefe Witchcraft Kingdom was one of our" Thirteen Martial Homes, "competing from the family of swords...... the fall of Ergo Stijje has been confirmed. To the young soldiers who fought valiantly and scattered...... I ask you to offer a small prayer '

An upset spread to the audience.

Belgrette is not that familiar with the details of the refeit either, but it is understandable how shocking the report is. So to speak, the central genealogy in the Royal Guard of Lefe. The young man who was competing from there - a brilliant warrior who was also regarded as the next master - died rather than just defeat.

If you look at the look on Duen's serious face, the out-of-the-box Scenomea, it's easy to understand that something too unexpected has happened.

"Hmm... there's a candidate for the next head of the sword family... This is going to be tough again, too, Lefe. All I can say is sadness."

The gentleman next door flaunted his shoulder. From those words, it still seems that this man is not a refeit person.

The narrative seat conversation continues as the drift guard reflects his stroll through the woods.

'But... that Ergo player, the...'

"Yes. It's a shame that he was an excellent warrior... but that's all the quality of the heavenly banquet has improved."

So, Duen's words were inadvertently interrupted.

That's not all.

"Ah......!

Scenomea leaked her voice flashly,

"Hmmm... this is"

Zeilin leaned his little neck intriguingly,

"......, Lugo..................!

How many times will it be now? Belgrette calls the name of the boy in the mirror.

Beyond the black water mirror.

I finally met him, should I say? Exactly. Where to go for stream protection walking along the river.

Did you even come for a water bath, or hydration?

"Hmm..."

Admitting the appearance of drift protection, the man nestled on the bank of the river emits a bass that echoes to the bottom of his belly.

Some of it will be because the trees are shadowing, skin that no longer even looks pitch-black. Lumpy uplifting muscles. Soaring upper back. Miscellaneous appearance, like peeling off the raw skin of a beast. Is it a sign of diving a fierce battle, or of unilaterally slaughtering prey? The top and waist rolls have red and black spots on them.

"What the hell... you didn't join me"

The thick lips through which the golden piercing passes are pleasantly distorted, and a voice is thrown at the driftshield.

Arishiku and Enrokak Stijje met.

…………

I don't blame Arsilegna's leaves. Again, are you losing attention?

I was going to walk vigilantly, and I met him too lightly.

No. This idiot, he didn't realize it was too black. That would be all.

Dark giants tremble in comfort, whilst beasts who were also bathing in the water.

"N ~... I'm twitchy, but should I say. I'm glad we still have someone left to enjoy."

She tells herself.

- You should keep your health warm.

The flow shield rests the luggage securely. Like when I ran away from Dino.

- I can't consume the extra power. Now, in case you're ahead of us, Dj Foul.

Lifeguard grips his fist.

- I can't fight here. We should put it behind us. Anyway, he stays until the end.

The shield kicks the ground and rushes out.

Not behind, forward. Towards Enrokak.

Throw everything away, like the best thing you can think of from a situation.

"No, hey, you're motivated! Come on, kid!

Soot smoke dances. The kicked gravel bounces and flies.

Close intermission stuffed in an instant. But Enrokaku is not surprised by the speed of flow protection, and he pleasantly distorts his big eyes.

A gripping boy's right fist arcs sharply. Overhand light orbit, which is a bow due to height difference. Reacting naturally, Enrokak took the right fist of the driftshield, which flew to his face, with its huge palm.

Pachin, and the tall sound echoes between the trees.

The moment, the slightest pain running into the boy's fist.

But.

"-, oh!?

A giant who should have stopped the blow peels his eyes.

Push in.

Without worrying about the stopped fist, I shake it out with all my strength, not even the pain I felt faintly. Push through.

A giant palm holding the right fist of the stream shield, the back of the pressed hand, slaps Enrokak on his own cheek. And...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I beat him through.

With every defensive palm, punch Enrokak in the face. Further along the way he bent the orbit downward, slamming the giant from the back of his head to the earth.

", but......!

Black giants bounce luxuriously. Blood splashes from the nose and mouth.

The boy glanced down gently at the man who collapsed as a big letter, saying away.

Don't make me cry about Sakuragiri.

…… ………… Liquid shield, kun...... Huh!

In instant exploding cheers. Sakuragiri held her mouth with both hands and was desperate to endure tears that were about to overflow.

I did hear it. I had been feverishly drunk, but I did hear his utterance.

It's like. Undecorative words, like helping a little girl who's being bullied. But for Sakuragiri, my heart trembles, such a line.

That was an awesome punch. Enough is enough. Enough is enough.

"Huh!?

Already. A half-baked Enrokaku was grabbing the leg of the stream guard. From a crusty nose and thick lips, bleeding.

"It's a fist. I like it, kid. '

'That's more than anything. Then I'll treat you to as many shots as I want. "

There is no problem that the leg is grabbed, and the drift shield moves to a lower poking structure without getting lost. Moment after moment, that his body spun around like a joke.

"Become...!?

Enrokaku pulled the leg of the stream guard. That was the only phenomenon that happened.

But what reflex nerves are you on, the boy doesn't fall down, he kneels down and he holds it back. In the meantime, Enrokak also rose gently.

audience seats boiling in response to that exchange.

……

Wow. Wow, but that's enough. Before they kill you, run...!

I hope so. My voice echoes from beyond the mirror, beneath the cherry branch.

"... since I beat him up here. Don't worry, I'll wait."

"..., ugh, ugh...!

I want you to run. Even though it's enough.

Happy, tears overflowed.