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

The martial arts festival will be ruined, put Duane in and get rid of him as soon as possible. But obviously stronger than ten years ago, in case anything happens to Duen... If that's what you're saying, or as soon as you can - well, where did you disappear to when you were like this?

I hear such a noisy exchange of old men somewhere far away.

……………………

Yukizaki Sakuragiri was just relieved.

The participant's neck was unbroken, and the white clothes bounced like balloons. Like a doll with no emotions, I was just staring into a blackwater mirror.

- Why not?

Mr. Ogo won.

It's over, isn't it? How could that Enrokaku... still be there? Why, are you fighting flat?

……

Right behind Sakuragiri, the old men had a heated debate with the momentum of just grasping. These are the heavy towns of the 'Millennium Parliament', including the head of state, Kayer.

We should get Duen on his way and get rid of Enrokak immediately. No, I don't care what happens to Duane, we should still see how it goes.

Parallel lines unlikely to engage. Even while we're doing this now, I guess Enrokak wanders for his next prey.

……――

If…… again, if Digos or driftshields come out with Enrokaku. Both of you, the limit should be close by now.

Above all.

That Enrokaku is the one whose name has disappeared as a shepherd. Is this something you're allowed to do?

No Digos, no drift protection. As promised, you fought that monster. And you're safe. He grabbed the victory. Yet. - Yet.

(... Ke,... Come on)

Here, for the first time.

(Just kidding... don't... Huh!

An emotion other than fear - a spirit of resistance - ignited Sakuragiri's heart.

(Come on...!

Grab a fist, slap it on the desk - and enjoy the fact that it did.

The murderous, irrational situation that comes down one after the other. Until now, I've just been passive about the reality of all that I can't help myself.

(But... eh)

One step, take it. Not only do we mourn such a bottomless state of affairs.

(Already......, plenty more......! Now..., now, I will!

The girl rose from her seat.

Grab a rough grasp of the golden cup placed on the desk. It was what the soldiers gave me with drinking water. To the extent that I put my mouth on it a little, the contents are still in line.

A fancy vessel with a flashy design. It must be expensive and has the power of special witchcraft. The vessel was limp in this heat and the water was kept cold.

"Huh!

A temper. Sakuragiri holds the cup high with both hands and reverses the momentum. That's how I caught cold water from my head.

"Sa, Dear Saeri!? Hey, what...!

You must be surprised. Sakuragiri quietly stopped the soldier rushing over, "It's okay," he said.

(- Okay! Solid! Go, me!

In addition to the midsummer flames, this venue is full of thirty thousand enthusiasm. It's so cold and pleasant.

I tap on both my cheeks, pay off my wet forehead, and walk under the face of the 'Millennium Parliament', which continues its never-ending rhetorical feud.

"Um, may I?"

If you throw your voice in the form of a crack and go in, the old men have turned to their bloody eyes simultaneously. The target is Sakuragiri - he realizes he is a witch, and the murderous air fades easily.

"Saeri......"

The only one who has turned a calm and unexpected eye is the governor, Kayer.

A little fat old nobleman sounds a tall voice so that he can cover it.

"What can I do for you, Witch Hall - why, wet like that...?

He was a slightly bewildered old nobleman, but he continues as if he had regained his mind.

"Anyway, I'm sorry, but I'm putting it in now."

Although restrained, the frustration was obvious. I don't have time to deal with my little girl in this emergency, you want to say.

"I know. In the meantime, let me give you my opinion as I cross the line. This situation… I was wondering if you should deal with Lord Duane immediately."

If Sakuragiri said so clearly, the face of the 'Millennial Parliament' bothered. Naturally those who agree and those who disagree, each voice rises.

"Witch's Palace! You can't lose a single Duane in case! You know what? Come on!

Immediately, the old red-faced man made a difference with the momentum he had eaten.

"I know, sir."

If Sakuragiri quietly returns it, the man makes his face even more red and recruits.

"Then I wonder if you could stay back! Duane's only one of a kind... is the treasure of our country! Unlike you - no, anyway,"

He was just an old man who said he'd lost his word.

Rin and Sakuragiri agree not to change a single expression.

"You're right. Lord Duane is not like a little girl like me who can be replaced. It's incomparable."

If I tied my gaze head-on, the old man looked away more uncomfortably. Sakuragiri goes on to say it with a voice that can be described as clean.

"Lord Duen is the highest power of the Lefe. There must be no such thing as mobilizing that person here and falling into an unexpected situation. You can never lose it. Because if that happens, it can also lead to a decline in national power. That's understandable to me too."

Okay, and Sakuragiri turns his face sideways. Everyone caught their eyes on you.

There's a big horizontal blackwater mirror. It is used by Sakuragiri, the governor, and those who are here. Turning away from earlier tragedies, the quiet forest landscape is now reflected in several divisions.

Sakuragiri looked over with him and asked him to try it.

"What do you think would happen if you kept taking the trouble to treat Enrokak like this?

A bewildered air flowed, but slightly between them, the man with the stern beard answered in a heavy tone.

"Enrokaku and I are called the 'Immortal' etc... but there is the Son of Man. Now it's only violent and crazy, but with unprecedented depth. It's a dying beast, so to speak. If we keep fighting like this, we should all do our part. I don't even have to let Duen out. Let's just say it's a great opportunity to get rid of Enrokak."

"But... how much sacrifice will it make, including participants and white clothes, by then?

"... it's... I don't feel comfortable, but there's nothing else to cut off as a necessary sacrifice. Compared to the value of Duane, there's no way to do it."

"So... let's just say this time, that settled things round. But… what do you think will happen next time?

"Next time..."?

I guess I couldn't grasp the intention. That's where the conversation stops. And Sakuragiri mentions the story of "Saki the Future".

"The unforeseen is also another feast of heavenly bombardment, but what is happening now is not a story that can be accomplished in those dimensions. By the way, those who disqualify are slamming at will, and it's letting them go wild."

It is not translated into such things as poking a prescribed hole and complaining to extraordinary means, or extending to irregularities so that they cannot be found. In a more fundamental part, the assumptions to be observed are grandly trampled upon. And that's what's left of it.

"Everyone sees this status quo… will people gather to fulfill the next heavenly banquet?

As a participant, he said he would throw himself into a dangerous struggle until he paid high money, but he has no power to make the organizers abide by the provisions in the first place. Neither did the audience come to see the unruly killings. Unqualified to run wild, unstoppable operation. In the eyes of 30,000 people who don't know what's going on, that's all I see.

Pale, that's what the girl says.

"If this goes through, people will definitely leave. In the future, the heavenly banquet will become obsolete. I'm immature without the power of futuristic vision, but that's all I can say with certainty"

Sakuragiri unequivocally affirmed.

For too grand an attitude, or often silence engulfs the field.

Even a Japanese girl can tell if she thinks about it a little, what can be assumed in the future.

Are you incapable from the start again because you are in a state of emergency? Or do you dislike the fact that as a result of your opinion, you will be held responsible? Is the absence of Khandara, who knows more about Enrokak, also a reason why it is difficult to draw conclusions?

Anyway, Sakuragiri cut himself into as much opportunity as possible in order to end the discussion of the 'Millennium Parliament', which lacked a decision beating and continued in parallel.

"But... it's a personal view of the Witch Hall..."

"Good."

One old man blocks any dissident who tries to return it. I've been quietly watching what happens, Governor Kayer. It was that person.

"If we let Duen out, we'll lack him and risk causing a drop in the country's power. Conversely, the quality of the heavenly banquet may be questioned, which could lead to a decline in the country's revenue. In other words, at present… Either way, it is placed in a situation where there are no adverse effects on the country. That's not true, Saeri."

To that summary, the witch nods yes.

"Then the same goes for having no choice. Let's get Duane on his way."

In response to the unmistakable speech of the governor, and the old men around them, they raised their voices in a noisy way.

"Shut up! Yeah, come on!

What resonated sharply was a drink by Governor Kayer. It became a sin as the field hit the water.

(..., Bi, I'm surprised)

Sakuragiri was also about to jump from the inside out, accidentally. A powerful voice, of an old man who always feels warm and often weak. I never thought the governor would fly reprimands like that.

So, furthermore, the governor throws abrupt questions.

"Let's go to a shop where fish dishes are reputed to be delicious, and let's say a crude chunk of meat comes out. And that's Zalbaum's meat. See, what would the Lord do?"

"Huh..., Huh?

The old nobleman, who was pointed at the spear, wandered. Answer honestly, though upset.

"Zalbaum, etc... I'm not kidding. You'll never go to a store like that again -, ah"

"That's not what this is about."

Nodding, the governor turned his gaze around with him.

"Thirty thousand people gathered here to see the warriors compete. Never came to see a brutal show of a big joker full of graphics"

Speaking off, I turned my gaze out. From the royal viewing seats set on the high ground, you can see the seats far down. Even from the position of Sakuragiri, I could see the waves that would not let down thousands.

"Okay. At present, I don't think it's strange for people to come out and give back their money. But behold, look at those audiences. I still oh and keep an eye on the mirror without taking a seat. That's why."

Weirdly stirring the vibrant eyes, the governor affirms.

"Don't expect it. In what way will that Enrokak be sanctioned? How does that bullshit get eliminated if you do what you want"

Fever builds on the words, increasing the rap.

"First lords, aren't you sorry? Aren't you angry? Behave yourself, you fool..., bu, ho,"

The governor coughed hard to see if his emotions had handicapped him physically. Push away the soldiers trying to support them, and still wield a hot valve.

"Have you ever thought about it? Duen and Enrocak, called the most powerful wings of the refe. Who the hell is up there? If these two clashed, what the hell would happen?

Contains a bite of water given to you by soldiers and speaks in a tone that exposes secrets.

"The rest, when I was younger, dawned on my martial arts training. From the point of view of the chief of state, I didn't know what to say, but I always thought so. They're... wondering which one's up there."

The governor, Kayer, once said he was a warrior belonging to the family of bows, Sakuragiri hears. But as a magician, he did not leave the mediocre realm, and went on to the path of the more outstanding political "every one".

That's how he continued to work carelessly and, realizing it, had become the king who led this country. Speaking of the governor, it sounds good, but it doesn't necessarily mean he has absolute power. The head of state himself has been tired of being part of the group of exchangers, the Millennium Parliament, and sometimes he has to agree to a vote that is not in keeping with his intentions.

"The title is splendid. Out of the question, it's a loser."

I guess I was drunk. One night, I ran into the red-handed governor in the hallway, and when I was just interested in standing up for a moment. The tired face of the old man, who had zeroed in that way, remained strong in the back of Sakuragiri's brain.

Well.

Is that fulfilled - as head of state, as one of the 'millennium parliaments', as a former warrior?

"Try putting Duane in here. The cooling audience will regain heat in an instant. When it's time to put it in, it's time for the season."

As if to hold a black deal, the head of a country named Kayer laughed niggardly.

"... Well, I'll say so, Governor. Still, if things go like losing Duane..."

The governor hummed his nose against one who still did not shake his head vertically.

"At that time, take responsibility and the governor will quit. If Duane is a country that leans to the point of death, it won't last that long."

It must have been a statement equal to rambling. It was also a deliberate 'millennium parliament' face, but the governor ignored it and spun the art of communication.

"What's up? If you disagree, you can stop it with strength. Hey, that's rude. The heavenly banquet at the corner, let's make the rest of it exciting. He's complaining. Come on."

Spread the glitter and bloody eyes as you unfold the ripples. The nobles strayed their gaze as frightened, and none of them rode the word. No matter how old he is, the governor is originally Magee, the chanter of The Thirteen Martial Family. There is no way we can do this to the exchangers, who even have difficulty climbing the stairs to this viewing area without a soldier.

Soon after flying communications,

'... this is Duen, though'

Immediately a warm voice responds.

"Um, it's Duane. Later, but, hey, hey."

It's probably because I'm excited, and the governor coughs hard.

"Governor? How have you been? Don't you dare."

A voice so cold that I wonder if you really care. Even at the thought of being quick, Sakuragiri wasn't surprised to get lost himself, but was rushing over to the ripples that floated in the universe.

"Mr. Duane. It's me, Sakuragiri."

An obvious surprise exhale, leaked by a man who could be considered a cold-blooded man. Speaking of him, you must be someone you didn't expect at all. For a moment, Sakuragiri briefly tells him what to do while self-loathing himself as a little person who feels a little clearer.

"Mr. Duane, this is a request from the governor of state. Could you please stay on course to stop Enrokak?"

'… Governor. Is that true?

"Ugh, muggle, muggle"

"It's true. Can't you trust me in my words?

'No. Just in case.' Cause I don't have a problem with some kind of mistake conveying false instructions. '

I know you say you don't trust that, but now I didn't care about that or anything.

"And now the governor..."

"Huh, well, Saeri's right. I command you, Duen, Lord. Eliminate that moron. Roll it. Assuming the Lord kills him here, I'll quit without a governor. No, on this occasion, it harms itself in front of 30,000 spectators. Losers, let's have a drink together in Purgatory. That's miserable."

Why, uh, breathing, the governor squeezed out so. Also faintly, there are signs of Duane breathing. Follow Sakuragiri as well as tatami.

"From me, too, overlap, please. Already... only Mr. Duane can count on..."

Maybe it's a convenient story. After all, I don't have the strength to do anything about it. I'm only a witch of form.

All Sakuragiri can do - this is the only way he can help Digos and Liquid Protection. Just to hit the strongest spear: Duen.

'... Roger that. Let's go.'

Hearing the words, Sakuragiri was bowing his head even though he knew he didn't look like his opponent.

"Oh, thank you!... Um... Dago, please..."

"... you don't have to worry about Saeri."

Would I have said something extra? Obviously, Duen's voice got low.

You must be noticing the relationship between Sakuragiri and Digos. If you try to be this serious eldest brother, Sakuragiri isn't surprised by the perception of annoying bugs stuck to his brother.

"Hey, ho, is that true! I don't know, Mr. Duane's going into the woods!

So what echoed was the voice of Scenomea, a maiden in charge of voice.

Happily looking back, the black water mirror projected a large, bisected scene. Explanatory seats - how the Duanes are doing and how they are doing on this occasion. The face of the 'Millennium Parliament' gathered for the gathering, the governor holding his chest painfully, and the figure of Sakuragiri straining to devour communications were clearly reflected.

Since when on earth?

Correspondence now. Sakuragiri, who is desperately responding, was witnessed by 30,000 people. - Naturally, there are also occasions when I was ashamed to entrust you with Diegos.

(... no..., show me after you say it...!

Ever since it was all over, she was a witch who would tide her face like she is now.

(Saeri......)

The look of a witch with a red face but some blown out impression (she's all wet for some reason, but what's wrong with her). Looking at the girl, who suddenly feels like she's grown up, Belgrette turns to the other scene where she's split.

No sound. Stand up without changing one expression, the man.

The man entrusted with the difficult question of stopping Enrokaku, etc., took his seat as casually as if he were going to go for an extra.

(Duen Akelone, Lefe's strongest warrior......)

He has a tight body, but he must never be tall and hide softly behind his brother Diegos. It does not convey any emotions from an elongated face like a hungry wolf, nor is it likely to be able to read the inner surface from the thin eye as closed.

'Eh, that sounds like a decision! Oh, my God, here! Mr. Duen's input has been decided to stop the runaway Enrokaku player!

Following Scenomea's correspondence, a grunting cheer exploded.

The majority of the audience is the people of Lefe. With the formation of the strongest warriors in his country, the exuberance outweighed any previous struggle.

The audience is also seeping through tiredness in the second half of the battle. From Enrokak's rampage to Duen's input, it's as if it was a planned muscle from the beginning to throw down new fuel - is that just the way you see it worn? I don't know who made the decision anyway, but the person knows what the psychology of the audience is.

"Oh... will he leave"

Such a voice to be heard from Belgrette's right neighbor. If I turned my gaze sideways, the gentleman in the example had somehow attached a finger to his chin with his imaginary face.

"So... I'm going to take my seat off for a little while"

Duen's voice sounds without discouragement.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Duane!

"Something?

'Oh, be careful! Good luck!

The mightiest man smiled with a smile at Nicole toward Scenomea, who would drop him off with a look he had done and might have done. That's how he rushes out in a light foothold.

A vast spectator seat that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. From the narrative seats set up near its rear end to the woods, there is a considerable distance. Because the forest is surrounded by large rivers, it must enter from a bridge crossed between the north and the south. We had to make a big detour to get into the woods from the commentary seat, and running just for that first would take four or five minutes - it should have.

Boiling cheer. Belgrette also accidentally peeled off her eyes.

Light run, too fast to call it. Gradually accelerating, Duen adds even more speed from an area that seems to be the limit. It was eliminated so much that it reached a rate comparable to or greater than that of a horse's drift protection.

Furthermore,

"Duh, Mr. Duen! Front, front!

Scenomea's hasty communication echoes.

Naturally, too. The front of the Duen running in a straight line is - the river. Its width extends to thirty miles. There's momentum in the flow, too, not very much, but we can't cross it without bypassing it and crossing the bridge -

"... Huh!?

Belgrette was stunned. The audience also gives a compliment.

That goes without saying, drained stone.

Entering the river without slowing down, Duen kicks the surface one after the other, leaving a faint splash running over the river, as is normal. As he crossed without sinking, he disappeared into the black woods while maintaining the same speed.

'No, hey, yeah, yeah!? Mr. Duane, I ran over the water!?

"If you hang him, it's before breakfast."

As applause and cheer roll around, Zeilin laughs at even upset Scenomea by the time.

If I tried it on Belgrette, I was in the same mood as Scenomea. The art of simulated flying, or fast travel, using the spraying power of the Divine Chant "Oracle" is by no means uncommon, but it's clearly different now. Whether it's pure martial arts or not.

"Ha, no, it's amazing. People can run on water."

The gentleman in the next seat, like the audience around him, laughed with pleasure as he slapped his hand.

Though I don't know what reasoning made it possible, it was arguably enough to show that Duane wasn't the only one.

- Whatever. Now not far away, Enrocak should be eliminated.

As a girl knight, I only prayed that until then no street shelter or Digos would encounter that monster - no more sacrifices out of line with the provisions.