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

- Sasu... strong.

... whoa, no. My consciousness is flying.

If Digos opened his eyes, it was the moment when Enrokak was approaching with a beastly madman. Quickly run the Thunder Festival stick while jumping back.

Paper weight.

Enrokak roared his arms like a tornado. Wind pressure blurs right next to his face. If you got caught up in it, you would turn it into finely chopped meat on the spot, such as a person's body.

……――……

Is it because you bled too much? Consciousness becomes obscure.

Peaceful spring day.

The colorful grass flowers planted in the castle's courtyard were blooming beautifully with warm heavenly grace.

At the corner of such a garden, black purple and pure white flowers are disturbed. The shade was somewhat reminiscent of the outfit wrapped up by The Witch of the Divine Realm.

"Huh, well. Diegos doesn't like killing."

The elder man narrowed his eyes and laughed as he picked the tip of the white beard that spread across the boss.

I hate it, the little boy nodded. I like competing for martial arts. But I don't like taking the other person's life, I appealed to my will. He told the dream that he wished there was a world where no one's life would be taken.

"Hmm, that's a fine idea. But... you can't, Digos."

In order to live, you have to kill something.

It is unacceptable to proclaim the Occasion that "no one shall be killed" with his mouth, which has eaten the vegetables and chewed the meat. What arrogance would that be, if the grass and animals without will were apart? People, grass, animals, bugs, and even resentment demons. Equally, because it is the life that lives in the dwelling of one Spirit, Mita.

That's what the old man preached as he turned his attention to the fierce bee that stopped by the black-purple flower.

"God is not cruel, is he? Why did you create us so that we could not live without killing each other?"

There is a petty voice from the side against Diegos, who has become sober.

"It would be nice to admire Geiserius and not kill him." Wu "in" Kokoro "is a good idea, but hey, don't be impotent - Digos. Usually, if we lose our jobs, we won't be able to eat."

My second brother Ladail told me that Digos was finally about to cry.

"As it were, well, that's it. I can't. I can't. If it's a tough job, I'll take your place."

My sweet second brother continues to teach.

"The spirit of immortality is good, though! You see, one of these days you can do one or two of your favorite kids, right? That kid could be in a dangerous situation, right? In that case, you have to haunt your mind and do it exactly. If you say something lukewarm, no one will be able to protect you."

Sweet isn't the same when you're sweet. My second brother, worried, told me so. Though the word was sold to my eldest brother, Duen.

"-Sh!"

Suddenly, LaDale flashed his knife. A bee, flying around a black purple flower, is burned by a spark and falls into a potpourri.

Oh, to Diegos, who raised his voice, my second brother explained with a whisper in his ear.

"Have a bandit bee. That guy, when he finds a flower he likes, he calls one of his buddies after another, takes his nutrients from him and dries them up. Bees gather in flowers to live. I protect my sister Eijib's favorite flowers from withering. This is also one of the inevitable killings..."

His second brother said so with a sigh and tied, staring at the blue sky with a distant eye. The elder watching such a distracted boy speaks gently.

"Whew, Ladail."

"What the fuck? Big Daddy."

He's gonna live.

The bee, who had just passed out, was resurrected and had a death fight with LaDale - another story.

I thought secretly this warm spring day.

If killing and getting killed is inevitable. At least like the samurai Geiserius, he wants to cross with each other in grandeur -.

- Just a month after that.

The boss, who was an assassin even known as the legend, died without fulfilling his target's murder. In its long life, the first and last mission fails.

It was old and fading. The other person was not the only one. I encountered the child of my goal and hesitation arose.

Various speculations flew, but no boss, no one who knew the truth, disappeared dispersed himself to leave no evidence behind.

Eventually, Digos makes his first assignment a brilliant success.

The unintended use of being a child. I took revenge on the elder man. Far from the fulfillment that the young boy dreamed of, he was inferior - but using an unparalleled means as an assassin.

As such, the newest Akelone spear becomes polished.

The body, which was smaller than anyone else, always surpassed the brothers, knowing that childhood thoughts and other things were nothing more than fantasies, and even remembering the art of pruning lives efficiently -

That way of life became commonplace, and I felt nothing. Join Midir College to explore the exotic situation.

One day, some time after the start of his second year of life, a boy appeared abruptly.

He set fire to the thought he was supposed to have forgotten.

A small, plain brunette boy who can't handle the surgery.

But he had met with a body surgery that was roughly unthinkable. Destroy enemies one after another with that weapon. Bring back the girl you're not supposed to be able to save.

And I'm still struggling again in this' garden of infinity 'to help someone.

The foolish straighter he hits from the front and saves the powerless.

The way Daigos dreamed of being young, as if to embody it.

- Washi, also... -

Shake your head and fly the branches of a giant tree with a thrusting whirlwind behind you.

- You envied me. Or,

"Ha!"

Enrokaku, who no longer cares about Digos' Thunder Festival stick, grabs it with his austere swirled arm. Flipped and avoided, hard old tree trunks and sturdy rock beds were pulled a thousand times like soft meat.

- You wanted it.

I can't wait to be taken away from this body. Shield the violet electricity from flying quickly.

- Probably both.

It was Digos, who kept falling back not to get a fatal beating, but a giant tree covered in moss greens touched his back.

A spiritual tree that is likely to cross a millennium of age. How tall is it? The roots that strain around them are also thick and long waved on the earth, clapping at the poor scaffolding.

Natural trails woven by greenery. No escape, no end.

Slowly packed between them, the big man, dubbed the abominable Devil's Sword, laughs.

"Oh my... you're a sacrifice to bring out Duen... I didn't expect anything from you. I enjoyed it more than I thought."

Wet his thick lips with a purple tongue, Enrokaku hovering his arms horizontally.

"This is all I could play with with you, my brother. If he's the other guy... it's gonna be fun."

- That's how it is.

On both black and thick arms, stay. Its density makes it a tremendous wind flow, wrapped around a whirlpool dyed black. It concentrates on Enrokak's arms as if everything around him could be attracted.

Even fine branches and deciduous leaves are sucked through the universe, but the moment they touch the tornado in both arms, they are shattered and dispersed.

A part of it was transformed into a different kingdom dominated by a rough atmosphere.

……

Digos opens his thin eyes to the limit.

A technique of a distinctly different scale than before. Definitely. This move...

"Let's end this. Our Lady - Robbery 39082;" LaRu Grate ""

I was listening to you. Enrocak Stijje is proud, the final depths. The wind of extermination, of turning everything into an unspeakable mass. The ultimate form of attribute this man deals with.

The tornado swirling on both of its arms is swelling up to a scale that has multiplied Enrokak's own back length several times. Thousands of branches of the trees involved were cut, crushed and turned into neglected debris to colour the tornado.

The thin grin on the face of the black giant is a manifestation of absolute confidence.

Confidence to bury Digos, not.

Over the black water mirror, even if Duane witnessed this move. My secret - my unwavering confidence that I can cross with Duen Akelone, even if I expose my hands.

Giants don't see the opponent in front of them, Digos, etc. Those cloudy eyes already - or from the beginning - look to the next Duen.

"... f,"

Even the Shizuku of sweat floating on Digos' forehead is sucked by the wind and disappears.

An awesome storm swirling on both arms of the enemy. Do you want to do this - shake it or let it go? I couldn't even imagine roughly, but only one thing was certain.

The escape doesn't exist.

(... still... looks like we're gonna have to do this, LaDale's brother. Well... just a little more... wait, Saeri. First -)

The clumsy young man who braces his guts and fights for the girl gets up. with an invincible grin.

The sight projected into the black water mirror is violently shaken back, forth, left, and right. The mirrored tree itself is stirred by the wind of Enrokak.

Swinging vision, non-standard tornadoes, roaring slapping ears.

With all that, everyone had a hunch.

It's almost over, he said.

Thirty thousand spectators too. And Belgrette, who glances at you in amazement. And Debias of Orchester, who looks at the battlefield next to it. Sakuragiri also wets her eyes in tears.

And...

'Nah... what... is that move!?

"Enrokak's Deep Righteousness, Robbery . Me too... this is the second time I've seen it '

Duane's voice sounds like tiredness in communication.

A spiral vortex that swallows and destroys all things, as if it embodied the essence of a man named Enrokak.

Duen is convinced. This man is definitely - stronger than he was ten years ago. It's different from those days.

Even without such a hand, it would be easy to defeat Digos if Enrokak did. Instead, you should have kept it secret without using it here. That I dare to show off now - provocation.

To show off.

Kill my brother. the power of your present self.

".................. ugh"

From Duen's gripping left fist, a glimmer of red tells.

"Hey, brother. Are we gonna end up swallowed up like this? There's also a mirror there. I'll give you time for your will."

If Enrokak turned his gaze, he had eyes on 30,000 spectators. I look into cloudy eyes that I don't think belong to a person, even though they are over a black water mirror, and I hear an obscure scream coming from my guest seat.

'... not necessary'

'Right. Then disappear.'

"Akelone is witchcraft, Ginnosuke."

Respond to the call and appear.

It's - six pairs of light strips.

Twelve dazzling white spears unfolded into the air to protect Digos. All of that flash floating in the universe is stationary with the tip pointing toward Enrokaku. As if to aim.

"Ooh!? Da, Digos players have also expressed awesome moves! I'm going to fight you.

With that move in your eyes,

"...,... die, goth...,"

Duen Akelone finally collapsed the faceless look that was like iron.

Wrinkle between eyebrows. Eat up your teeth. To the face of a brother who thinks of his brother, full of bitterness.

"Welcome to. I also want to be able to use moves like yours! Um, pikah! glow...... beautiful, awesome witchcraft!

'... Hmm. I showed you the other day about Ginseng. "

"Brother Guisa, if it's anything, don't tell me because it's light. I've been so excited since then, I don't have to be loud... the Digos one '

'It's too early for you, Digos. Sooner or later, when the time comes...'

'Right away... I want you to tell me right away! … no, is it'

'... at all. Basic, mould only.' Cause it's not a substitute to handle overnight. '

"Ho, is that true! Yay! '

'We'll need ten years. Even if it doesn't work, you have to give up and build up practice.'

'Yes, yes!

'Good reply. Sincerely, continue your training straight to Hitamu. If it's Diegos, I'm sure one day...'

It was no longer transformed into a different kingdom in which the power of miracles coloured.

A tornado that rocks heaven and earth. White thunder that illuminates the world brilliantly. A pair of winds and thunder sweep the corner of the forest.

'Here, here, this is... what the hell, which is going to win...!

I answered such a maiden in charge of voice,

"Digos can't... win"

It was just a quiet, 'brother' voice.

"Duen,...?

You must have been surprised to hear the seeping voice of your emotions. Scenomea turns her face - slightly, breathing.

To Duane, I didn't even know it myself. He may have had a silly face.

'Absolutely everywhere, surprises me... I never thought you were mastering ginseng exercises. But with that move... it won't reach Enrokak'

A low voice echoed from the other side of the mirror as if to echo that zero duen.

"Duen's move? I'm sorry, but I know that. Power and performance. I don't get it. '

"Right."

"Do you scatter with your brother's moves? Well, that would be nice. '

Enrokaku finds herself -, Digos smiles invincibly "Ni..."

Enough.

Run. Run, Digos.

Don't fight an unbeatable enemy. You've been teaching me that ever since you were little, haven't you?

Why aren't you listening to your brother? Your feelings... your temper is well conveyed. I understand now. It was well understood that while he had the power of "rolling", he had made an unrelenting effort.

If you like that woman so much, your brother will do whatever it takes. Enrokaku, I'll shoot him. So...

"Die, goth..................!

You just have to follow my instructions. You just have to listen to me.

If you're protected by me, that's fine...

Digos eats his teeth and concentrates his consciousness as the auspicious wind swallows even the sweat he transmits.

Success or no. Live or die. He's about to return the favor to me. Why am I trying to set up such a beating? Don't think of anything extra. Focus. Assumptions worked out scatterly in training with my second brother LaDale. "This move" that I elevated as a secret. Believe them, penetrate them.

Even the moment of the moment, if you missed the opportunity...

(... Scary, Uru...)

Bet on the blow of the whole spirit.

The young Akelone spear - waits for the moment to shoot through the enemy.

He's a funny kid. What are you smiling at? Are you gonna enjoy the fight? With all this power difference.

Looking at Akelone's youngest brother confronting him, Enrokak snorts that he doesn't understand.

Well, this sacrificial service ends here. You're looking at me, aren't you? It's Duane. Angry at best. Hate me and come kill me with all your might.

'The Millennium Parliament' will also think of him as an opportune opportunity if he shows so many wounds. They don't know anything about struggle. It's a busy gathering to die. You don't understand anything about my physique. Perhaps even that Duane doesn't exactly grasp it.

... That's good. But.

(... chip, that's depressing)

Nose. And right leg. I've been under various attacks so far to adjust, but these two places were complaining of faint pain.

Fight that brunette young man. In the second half of that battle, only two blows, unleashed by a temperamental boy like another. Lower foot kick. And a grand move I've never seen before, running up from the knee of a disfigured opponent and slapping his elbow off.

(... shit, never...)

With Jinjin. To the extent that I am disturbed, the pain remains.

- Next up, he's here.

Get rid of this and find that kid. Fight on. I'm not gonna let you put me in there anymore. I'm gonna smash you. And finally, fight Duen Akelone.

Not bad.

This streak is going to be a lot of fun.

And stagger.

White just dazzled, a roaring tornado engulfed everything.

".................. Huh!

Belgrette, who also forgot to speak, just stares into the mirror.

"No, Dawgo -"

Sakuragiri's cry is drunk by the explosion.

And.

That place a few minutes away from the audience. In a mirror set up near a stall store, the man who was looking at the battle station. A beautiful young man with a decent appearance, wearing a broken ethnic costume.

"Yes, that's fine. Perfect, Digos."

The second brother of the spear, Ladale Akelone - grins thinly and squeals.

"- Die, please."

A dozen seconds later.

Ringing in the audience is the sound of a shepherd's outbreak.

The name of one of the two clashes disappeared.