- It hurts. What the hell is this guy?
As he stood, Liu Xiao turned to his raised right fist. That fist that beat Enrokak down. There were scratches engraved on his fingers, on his back, like rubbed with rough concrete.
I did feel dull pain at that moment when I tapped right in. But because they took it in the first place, it's unlikely that they hurt it with their nose bones or teeth.
(In that moment... did you do something...?
Is this the characteristic of the art that Enrokaku deals with? When I first saw Mami in Sakuragiri's room, I never received such a scratch.
I don't know who that is, but it would still mean I'm not the one to take it down with ease.
First time.
Just go straight ahead and hit him. A unique must-win pattern for Arichi Current Protection, a simple and extreme means, yet unable to cope with the majority of this GrimCrows human being.
This man stopped it as a matter of course. I beat him down forcefully, ignoring what had been stopped, but he stood up flat.
(Superior...)
It doesn't change what it is.
This shit that's going to be an obstacle to Sakuragiri - crush it here. I owe you beaten up in that castle, I'll pay you back here.
By the leaves of Arsilegna, it may lack calmness. But this expensive first time is not a mistake. Defeating this man was one of the purposes for which he appeared.
- And most importantly.
(... they look alike)
The phantom doesn't disappear.
Confronted in this way, I become clearly aware of it.
It is reminiscent of 'the man', who is also plainly resistant to thick giants and his own blows.
Bitter defeat. Frustration and apathetic days.
No, it's not.
- It's not him. Bup it down, shake off the phantom.
This.
If you really hit him, you won't break him.
I realized the laugh and ran.
"Huh!"
Round the body that was swinging left and right, eroding the intermission with one action.
The eyes of Gyorori and Enrokaku are dazed. A black pupil floating in the yellow white eye steadily captures the approaching flowing protection.
(... I can't even see it)
Not set up, the boy flies to the side. Following, Enrokak's eyeballs follow the movement as well.
The same goes for preventing an earlier blow. Even when I first clashed in Sakuragiri's room. This giant sees the motion of drift protection. As if, that dino. If...
(After all, physical strengthening...?
In the previous staggering of the castle, Belgrette had guessed that it had not been used. But this man sees it slowly. You can't react to Grimclowes humans first, with the motion of the Arismic Current Protection.
As a general rule, it is considered impossible to simultaneously exercise the Divine Chant "Oracle" of different kinds.
I can't emulate the fact that I heal wounds while releasing an attack technique or slashed with the weapon of the Divine Chant "Oracle" while applying physical enhancement (as an exception, it doesn't seem to be a problem for a third party to apply enhancements).
The most skilled operator seems to be remarkably good at 'switching' around it, allowing him to stand around as if he were exercising it at the same time.
... By the way, it just seems like Dino is doing it flat out regarding the latter, but I guess that means' penta 'there. Belgrette and the like are so much so that I didn't really try to believe it when I heard the story.
Together, Enrokaku flatly follows the movement of drift protection. If that speed of reaction is a gift from physical strengthening - it would mean that no other technique can be used now that we are exercising the technique of auxiliary systems.
Unlike Dino, this man is not a 'penta'.
Well, it's supposed to be...
……
A ripped right fist complains of slight pain.
The power of reacting and accepting the fist of driftshield. Incredible ability to scratch a grabbed fist. Are you a good switcher or a monster out of principle?
(... check it out...!
The karate family increased their speed even further and began weaving feints into their movements.
"Mm."
A lowly roaring Enrokak's eyes follow his driftshield.
Hitting the left body makes it look like it, transitioning to the right short hook. Enrokaku's huge hands are each held back from fisting orbits. Quick. Good protection.
The flow shield does not beat from the top of the defense, repeating the inch stop and increasing the rotation further.
"Chip."
The repeated feints got annoying, or the giants flew big in the backsteps -
"Shh!"
The driftshield I was reading stepped in at the same speed as if it were even stringed. After shaking his body straight to the left and right, in an instant he succumbs to Enrokak's right armpit.
"Oh..."
A shuddered voice and a swimming gaze.
The black giant had completely lost sight of the drifting guardian.
A flash of glitter.
A right fist thrust up from the diagonal bottom landed on Enrokak's cheek.
"Bubba......!
An attack from outside recognition is highly effective. The sloppy giant becomes his middle waist and turns his head down. The position of the face fell - to the same height as the shield.
The right toenail is just pounded in there. A semi-circular kick relentlessly punches Enrokaku's nose column - through his face.
But stubborn. I won't fall.
Now the boy, he was weaving it in too.
Add another spin and hit the upper right and second. Strike the giant's cheek hard with the back of his more momentum foot.
"Bu......!
The man, flashly inclined, finally fell in as a big letter.
Looking down at such a giant, the boy says pale away.
"... two down... if it's a game, it's not weird to be stopped anymore"
I say it with cold eyes.
"It's Mr. Enrokak. You... weak."
The smaller one defeats the greater enemy.
It's a story that feels more used as a classic in ancient times, but being used out means nothing more than that many people are attracted to it.
A fallen giant man and a boy who doesn't even want to look down.
The audience is boiling down to the sight of how many fairy tales have been made real.
"Wow, wow! Oh, unilaterally that Enrokak player! Slightly, I knew Lugo was strong too! Until now, few wins and losses have ever been won by a single blow by Lugo, but what a series of gorgeous, beautiful, dance-like moves! They just take my eyes off me!
…………
True to the opposite of the snotty Scenomea, Duen stared into the mirror with an astonishing look.
'What is it now, Mr. Duane, are you worried again, Mr. Duane, what is it, Mr. Duane? Huh!
I am a voice person who lacks gratitude, but I don't care if Duane answers.
"Enrokaku… he was easily attacked… I thought he would not fall down"
"Sure. Although all the violent points tend to come to the fore, in the first place, he should have been a good fighter in physical surgery."
Zeilin also tilted her neck slightly strangely.
'Hmm...... doesn't that mean Lugo is strong?
"In the meantime, you Enrokaku boy... are you in a dull motion?
………
Over the black water mirror, slightly distant, so I can't be sure.
(... already... pretty scratched...? That Enrokaku...?
Beyond the mirror, the scene progresses even while Duen frowns.
"Should I wait for you to stand? Or do we just keep going like this? It's not gonna change either way. '
a provoking brunette boy and
"Then either way."
One wing that didn't ride and showed room.
"... Damn, it's not easy to adjust..."
To the face of Enrokak, blurry and on one knee, the boy's right foot, instantly packed with distance, is knocked in. Upward giant, scattered blood splash.
What struck Duen's ear more than the cheering of an exploding audience - the word.
(... Adjustment...? - No way)
conform.
Enrokak continues to be unilaterally attacked. That man holds, 'A peculiar constitution'. Derived from them - aim.
"... f"
"Su, awesome kick! Sounds painful! It's like even a bow would kick your ass......, what's wrong, Mr. Duane?
'... no'
- Until then, you are.
Duen circles his neck and turns to the royal viewing table.
A stone rectangle with a special seat at the top that stands taller than the city's half-breed buildings. That place where the superior nobles, witches and governors sit.
(... Well. I wonder how you will be judged)
- Whether Enrokak's aim will be achieved or not. Do you really want to be 'put on' or not? It's up to them.
"Shiatsu..."
Sakuragiri stared into the mirror feeling like praying.
Modern Japanese karate boy showing off his overwhelming power against that Enrokaku. Pressing is definitely supposed to be drift protection.
Yet.
(Yet...... eh)
It doesn't disappear.
I have a swirling anxiety in my chest. On the contrary, it increases in size one by one.
……
For some reason, there was a sight of resurrection in Sakuragiri's brain.
When I was young, I saw videos in my father's computer archives. It was an old prowl game. A young athlete who keeps hitting moves many times. Villain "Heels" wrestler who keeps getting beaten, kicked and thrown away.
But then the young players who were supposed to be attacking are reversed by a furious counter-attack.
At first they are attacked, creating a disadvantage. performances from which to slightly reverse and boast strength -.
That game was won by a horrible villain in appearance and nearly left a scratch on his childhood.
"Enrokaku... that's a bad move"
"Mm-hmm. Maybe Ergo was struggling and wounding him."
"I don't know who that boy is... but this could be a miracle...!
Soldiers who refrain. A slightly hopeful voice, heard from behind. Even if that's ominous, it overlaps with myself watching that game......
(... please...!
I want it to be my fault. I want it to end like this.
The girl unconsciously hands together, eyes closed, even wishing.
The figure was like a real witch praying to God.
……
Looking away at the fallen giant, the drifting guard opens and closes his right hand in a glimmer. Pulling, sticking pain. If you turn it over,
(... Seriously, what the hell)
My back of my hand was still hurt by the bumps and I was bleeding.
That fist bone that I tapped into and forged up with tens of millions. Its right hand with octopus bulging and overall thick and rounded. His fist, which was supposed to be transformed into a hard murder weapon, was full of lacerations.
Here, and drop your gaze to your feet.
It's not just fists.
On several occasions, he kicked Enrokak in the right leg. The "bump" on the front of the shoe was worn out. The skin is ripped and the shoelaces are chopped a thousand times.
The boots worn by Lifeguard are brand new with "Dragon Claw" before leaving. Sometimes I tend to crush my shoes because of their leg strength and amount of exercise, and the shopkeeper Ubal has looked at the particularly sturdy items.
(Damn... even though I just bought it)
As I was stepping on my toes, Enrokak got up muckled.
"By the way, little man"
While bleeding out of my nose and mouth - but plainly.
"It's a big deal to break through a headwind heavenly coat with just fist feet... it's time to use the technique"
"Headwind's... what?
"Headwind Heavenly Clothes. It's my defensive technique. It's your fists, your footwear, your knockout from the top of the surgery, so I guess I'm worn out."
……
The boy is convinced that's still the case.
Earlier offense.
Overlapping the feint, a blow struck from Enrokak's unconsciousness. The fist, which should have struck directly shortly after switching to strengthening the body, is hurting and hurting.
If so, Enrokak will be using physical enhancement while simultaneously deploying defensive techniques.
It shouldn't be possible, its simultaneous exercise.
The giant stood up in a billion-dollar fashion while the exile patrolled the thought.
"N ~... or yes. Hey, don't you feel like using it?
Is it too soon to say?
With unimaginable lightness from that giant, Enrokaku approaches the shield.
(This speed......!
Amazingly quiet foot twitching, instantly to zero distance.
"Huh!"
Due to the height difference, a giant fist comes down in the form of a tap down. Kneading his left arm, the drift shield takes this disappointingly with his armor.
The moment, it exploded.
……
It's the wind. By a gust of wind that occurs the moment you receive your fist, your prevented left arm is played aside, even the body of your drift protection, inducing a great deal of greeting.
"Well, I don't know if I'm going down."
Left middle kick of Enrokaku, which is released without getting into his hair for a while. of a little tree trunk thickness. It flies into the head of the drift shelter, albeit in the middle orbit due to the height difference.
(- In time, dive)
So I decided, I rebalanced, and I bowed.
- The moment I tried, the kick hit the side head of the drift shield directly.
"... but what!?
My vision doubles.
The kick on the right then flies, as if trying to slap the body back tilted to the left.
……
Slow. Dive.
I followed the rules of thumb and eyes - I didn't, and now I put my left arm up to prevent it disappointingly. Jump right without defying kicking momentum and take a distance.
"Ho."
As impressed, the giant narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, no... what are you looking at from above?"
With pernicity, take steps two or three to ascertain the damage. A painful beating exactly like being beaten with a blunt instrument. My head grabs. but fortunately it's not ringing on my feet. There is no problem.
From what I have done so far, it is clear that this man is not a martial artist. I'm used to fighting a lot, but I don't feel like a cultivated surgical logic. It's 'amateur', just rumbling with its privileged body.
Such a supercrossbow 'amateur' laughs with a satisfactory distortion of her thick lips.
"If he's a normal guy, he'll die from a bursting blast and a kick. Isn't it sturdy enough? Good thing."
"Ha. Does it work, mon like that"
Flesh protection flesh boasting non-standard forces and speeds in this world. Naturally, its endurance is also off the girder. There has been little occasion to get a direct hit of the attack technique before, but it has enough physical strength to withstand it lightly if it is a semi-productive technique.
(Better than that, bastard...)
What bothered me was the kick now. The kick that was supposed to be 'Amateur' - the leg that was supposed to be in sight hit me straight. As if, to be sucked in.
(... no)
Reminds me of the feeling just before eating.
Like, not.
As a matter of fact, I was sucked in.
Enrocak deals with attributes that are wind. The power to manipulate the flow of the atmosphere. Play your opponent fly, or attract him the other way around. Diemardo, the fist man of the wind who once fought King Aldia, was able to imitate the same.
"N to…"
Back to back with drift protection that hastily deduces about the opponent's abilities, the black giant scratches his cheeks with polypoli with a seemingly boring face.
"I don't think so..."
The eyes have turned into a slightly cooler color than they had been before.
"You... can't use decent technique? Not" don't use it, "but" can't use it "?
"... then... what?
Take that response. The giant man exaggerated his shoulders and exhaled his sighs.
"No, I don't know... the reason I don't use the technique is because it's warm, and he's like breaking through my wind with only fists and feet, and I was hoping if I let him care about it, this would be fun -"
Just low. In a cold voice everywhere.
"- What is it, kid? This is the bottom."
That's just the storm.
Enrokak, stuffed between in just one step, thrust his knee up in a running extension motion.
"Huh!"
The flesh-protected body rises as it is. Left back fist like a hammer there. This is also prevented by hand, but no stomping can be done in the air. It's gonna blow right next to you.
The moment I thought, my body was drawn to Enrokak. Clearly felt, suction storm. Giant right fist thrust out there.
Liquid shield attempts an aggressive defense with both arms up front, but Enrokak's fist bounced off its guard and burst into the nose column.
"O......!
My vision shook, and blood broke out.
Wind to suck. Fist to intercept the person being pulled. The flow produces the same doubling action as the counter.
Set up a series of attacks and suck them off if the opponent blows up. The fusion of that blow and the divine chant Oracle was delivering a rush of heavy blows.
I wave my fist, explode the wind, knock my knee in, and if it blows up, I draw it.
Repeating like a determined task of procedure, the giant blurs with a voice of heartfelt disappointment.
"Fuck you. Wouldn't it still be better if this was the Light Boy from earlier?"
Due to the height difference, fists and elbows descend in orbits that are swung down. Momentum in the direction of gravity increases greatly, both speed and power.
"I can't even use the technique. It's an inferior piece of junk. Die. Sprinkle and apologize, kid."
Pale. You don't mind a direct hit or defense, except the giant beats a storm of violence.
(... this, when, is...)
In the midst of his shaky vision of the indiscriminate blow, Enrokak grabs the head of the driftshield in large measure.
"You know what, kid? Oh, a good woman - I thought I'd hold her, and she was Yuruyul for shitting. Such a moody wacko, I am now."
Tap.
Two, three degrees.
Grab the head of the drift guard and slap it on the nearby tree again and again. With a continuous hard shock, the boy thinks as he feels his own blood flow scattered.
(... Here... Th..., Seriously...)
As if trying to crack the fruit.
"I'm disappointed. It's all cracked up."
Many, many times. The sound of striking like crazy kept wooden spirits in the quiet woods.
"also, no more...... stop, enough, no more"
With his teeth tending to snarl, Sakuragiri waves his wearing as he pleads.
- I knew this was happening.
That's no longer footage of an execution. The tragic sight of Enrokak grabbing the head of the stream guard and beating it on the trunk of the tree over and over again. It was a drifting shield that even showed defensive gestures against the giant's rush halfway through, but it is no longer irresistible but remains.
I knew it. If you fight Enrokak, this is what happens, etc.
(Me... my, because of me)
I should have stopped it.
You should have stopped Lifeguard when he said he was going to the heavenly banquet.
But I'm glad.
"I'll beat that black knoppo." You can rest assured. '
I'm really happy with that word.
(Sorry, sorry......)
Maybe he would. This is the result of what I hope for.
……
From beyond the mirror, the sound of unilateral violence continues to sound.
This is how the exodus was tragically killed, and I guess Digos will follow the same path again.
If this is going to happen. If it was enough to let the two of you die for nothing - I should have executed it right then when I decided to 'be ready'.
Assuming Enrokak wins, let's kill ourselves - and not the sweet little determination.
At that point when I was told the fact that it would be dedicated to that monster, I should have harmed myself.
(... but I, shh... I don't want to die...!
Even if you look at the scene where the shield is in such sight. No, that's probably why.
The readiness of Sakuragiri, who was undoubtedly shown the process leading up to death in various ways and, if so, decided to inflict self-harm - and so on - had no longer been fogged. Now it's already, it's just horrible.
(Somebody... Somebody, give me a shield, give me Dago.)
Please help me.
No one answers such a witch's wish.
The tragic and one-sided feast of tyranny continues even.