"Well, are you sure? Whatever you want."
To the words uttered by a big man who's just hung up,
"Oh. As long as you keep what I just said, I have no other orders"
The brown-skinned young man nodded looking out the window.
Lefe Witchcraft Kingdom is the capital, Byakrak.
Originally the country's most supermassive city, but now the heavenly banquet is kept close and busy, so even at night, the city's lights and people never stopped coming and going. The night view overlooking the fourth floor of the never cheap Inn is like the brilliance of the starry sky. I guess this beautiful stunning view is also included among the high rates.
Two men are in such a spacious and luxurious room. Assistant Commander Orchester, Debias Loud Morganti, and Chav Dapperve, cleaner by making him one of the members of the team.
"Do you care? What is the meaning of the instructions?"
If Debias asks without taking his eyes off the night view when the jewellery box spreads in front of him,
"Ainya. It has nothing to do with me. After this is over, let me interpret whatever you want. Just like always."
Chav's swollen face, reflected in polished glass, was crooked.
"As usual..."
Debias, small and solitary as he could not hear, looks back and looks directly at his men's faces.
"Right. As always, the power of General Icy Tianluo, Modern Gun... show it to me fully"
"... I understand."
I guess I can't wait. Rolling his wars at the giant body, Chav leaves the room in rough footsteps.
Debias turned his mind around as he looked down at the strangely landscaped streets that spread out the window.
This time, we were to have Chav participate in a martial arts festival for a purpose, but the person seemed to be burning enthusiasm at the beginning and end of Dino Gailroen, the matter of "Next".
That can't be done either. Not so rarely, such as the opportunity to fight 'Penta'. And if he had given down a being called the transcendent, he would have foiled no more as a warrior.
Regardless, the opponent is God's petitioner who draws a line with the ordinary man. If you are a companion, you will be rewarded with a touch of armor, but inevitably. After all, however, if you are a strong and complacent person, it is only natural to get excited about this kind of rare opportunity.
(... Chav. You... are a brave warrior who can never retreat and keep fighting. That's why......)
Debias took 'it' out of his inner pocket in the courtesy.
The color is pitch black. The size is about candy balls. Marble patterns float on the surface, but they are constantly shaking like water currents.
An item that is needed for this purpose, provided by that old man named Kinzor Granshua. The day before the martial arts festival, the lower preparation will be complete by letting Chav take this.
(... you don't really look like you want to put it in your mouth)
While being polite, Debias gave his thoughts on the plan.
(Well. For once, I have a proven track record. If you're sure of Kinzor's valve, you shouldn't have a problem with the spiritual field. Successful formulas are expensive. but......)
In all honesty, this candidate was not meant to be Debias either.
Because...
(... Chav. You're too strong)
"Fuck, that's it! Uuch...!
"Oops wow."
Shitty, flickering thin arms with minimal need and only shifting trunks. The hooked courtesy hem ripped just a little bit.
(I knew... there were no mirrors around here.)
Mindful of the surrounding landscape, Chav Dapperve flaunts his right arm in a backfisting mood.
"Damn...!
The man in the black cape, blown away by a direct hit, was slapped by the old tree as it was.
"Oui... it's you, a guy named Magician Maygus, isn't it? I was asking you if you were a winning candidate, was that a mistake?
It would have been somewhat different if it had been in perfect condition, but this enemy was full of creativity at the time of his encounter. I don't care who they are, it's no different.
I don't know what the intent was, but that directive was going down from Debias to Chav Dapperve.
'Wherever possible, stand around not to be reflected in a black water mirror'.
Never before have I had the consciousness to expose myself to that look in the mirror, indefinitely.
It was not perfect because of its first appearance, but as a result of a roundabout through the woods, it was generally able to understand the position and legality of the blackwater mirror installed.
Because the basics are spectacles, they are not installed in areas with many shields and obstacles and poor prospects. Likewise, it has not been placed in an extremely dim place. White clothes moving around in each of them also carry mirrors, but it's not like they stick to the first individual to appear.
As a result, Chav had won out as many shadows lost in the darkness with little exposure to the public.
What Debias intends is unknown, but it has nothing to do with Chav. Just play the part as the performer commands. As an Orchester soldier, that's how it's worked before. It was also one of my pleasures to know if the role I played made such sense after it was all over.
Chav Dapperve is a cleaner in the organization.
The two names are "Ice Heavenly General" Modern Gun ".
A former caution stick specializing in violence, obtaining rough deeds and killings.
I am aware that it does not exactly extend to Theodosius of the Orchester's most powerful and prestigious "The Magic Magnificent Bullet" Zauberkugel "or to the ninetails of the" Black Light Dream "Kerkosvolt", but there was a higher hold with them in breaking and cleaning up.
After this giant passes, there's nothing left there.
According to the script Scenario drawn by Debias, I will only play a full role. Only break it. As one of Orchester's performers.
"Fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah!
A man from the magician "Maygus" waves his distressed right arm as he retreats.
There's nothing in that hand. I was definitely unarmed,
"Oops wow."
As he flew out of the filth, Chav avoided with exaggerated behavior.
Incredibly, this opponent has the ability to turn his hand or what he touches into a blade. It was an extremely rare force, but that's all. Even though it was draining heavily at the time of the encounter. He's just an opponent like a rusty dagger who moves around willingly.
(What did you just say, "Let it go"? Even your ears are ticklish? Sa...)
He bounced off the gap, hitting it by the body, and slammed the Demon Martial Artist, Maygas, into a near-field giant tree.
"but......!
Chav's bump, a giant with all the rips. The skinny man hits his whole body hard and collapses without the art of exchange.
(You can't even play with a bastard like this. Let's get that dino over to the kid.)
but he grabbed his opponent's head and put his strength into it.
I've been shaken down earlier, but I won't let you get away with it anymore.
(What happens when Oi wins the heavenly banquet... I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Debias.)
"... but... is... uuuuuuuuuu, damn, but..."
Like a sweet fruit. The head of the magician "Maygus" made a dizzy noise.
"You know. It's you who's peculiar."
"Uh, I know. Grandpa."
Kaza Farnese hammered as she overheard the murmur coming from the next room.
"Sure your brother is a powerful user...... but what you're reading is a mediocre wind attribute. You are the one who is truly rare. Worst case scenario, the others don't mind in case anything happens. You're the only one who's safe."
He said, "I know."
Aging is also remarkable, and the voices of elders with missing teeth are hard to hear. The neighboring room is loud, which makes it even worse.
"Hihihi, the neighbors are thriving."
He lays down his falling but grumpy eyes, and the elder smiles with a nitwit and a humble grin. What you hear from across the thin, dirty wall are the voices of men and women. The latter was a scream that kept my ears stuck. It's also weird because it's not one or two people.
In the room right next door, the women were being offended. I don't know the name, nor the detailed qualities.
Comrade Maygas, the magician, retrieved it when he went out, it was "The Acquisition". Money and food and their treatment remain the same.
Take the right woman and take her home. mate and increase offspring. That's how the clan has continued to thrive. If a man is born, he will be tortured by combatants, and if a woman is born, she will still be tortured as a being to be a child.
It would be because they continue to mate in the settlement as such. A bunch of demon warriors, "Maygus," everyone and he alike made faces, and they were distorted somewhere again. Few died without growing up.
But it is in the darkened blood that mutagenicity occurs.
Long after it was believed so more than in ancient times and everyone in the settlement ceased to recognize the conduct as contraindicated - many were born who did not meet the criteria of being human, but in fact, rarely appeared those equipped with heterogeneous abilities.
Kaza Farnez was one of those rare beings.
Uuch...,...?
-... - Ah?
- Oh. The sound, it's gone.
It was noisy with the kinks, that sound.
Try to finish something. Satisfied. Finally, try to get it done.
Chav, who was eagling Kaza Farnese's head, unwittingly let go of his hand in sharp pain. If I were to analogize, it would feel like I was stung by a worm I was probably wearing.
Unexpectedly, I look seriously at my right palm.
Nothing. Yes, the moment I thought about it.
Four fingers other than my thumb. Bottom bottomed and fell, like a shredded spring onion "Leaky".
"- - - Ha?
Chav was often staring at his own hands, even as a blood splash blew out like an explosion.
"... is, ah, but!? Wow -!?"
Delay for a few seconds. I finally recognize things and hold my right hand to extinguish them.
"Ooh, fat man."
Throwed voice. If Chav turns his eyes as he sweats...
Kaza Farnez, who was falling apart, was about to get up slowly. Zorrishly faceless. From both eyes, which are so big that they seem to pop out of their faces, nothing conveys their emotions.
There is no doubt that he is dying. Wake up with your hands on the trunk beside you with a slight curl. Its fingertips pierce the stiff trunk and sink in easily. Rising to take the devoured part, Kaza Farnez stepped on the earth again on both feet. It was an unnatural, puppet-like way to stand up.
"Don't get on with it, fat man"
Abandon it, the Demon Fighter "Maygas" wipes the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
"... thats..."
Chav, with a blue muscle on his forehead, swings his left hand wide on the spot. The right hand with his finger cut off - it was icy and the blood was stopped.
"It's an oi line, Komboge!
It was the ramblings of various ice cubes, large and small, that were unleashed with the anger.
"- Buh, crush...!
The little ones are about palms, the big ones are about as rocky as the arrival of white ice. Simultaneous shooting of ice debris, reminiscent of the collapsed cliffside.
If properly received, man is a storm of ravage that disintegrates even a bunch of resentful demons. The surrounding wooden trunks are luxuriously chosen and the branches bounce and fly one after the other.
- But.
Chav had heard a strange noise as he slammed the ice storm so much that the appearance of the enemy was covered and hidden.
It faintly intersects amidst heavy crushing sounds like landslides - a reverberation of elevated metals.
"............ hey, i...?
Shortly afterwards, it was found out who the sound was.
White dust and dust reign in the midst of it.
Nestled in plain sight - Kaza Farnez.
I'm not avoiding it. It's not as dense as can be avoided in the first place. Sure, the technique was direct, as a sign of that. The black cloak, the symbol of the magician Maygas, has been torn in thousands, and the flag of the defeated country has become miserable and so on.
but.
Nor is one of the wounds engraved on the tensile person who wraps around black, who is also hesitant to call it a bolt cut anymore.
"Hihi, hihi"
As the whites drift, Kaza Farnez snorts and takes a step forward.
Bi, make a noise. A fragment of the cloak torn as the body swayed, the qualitative top worn underneath, torn off.
"... and, meh... that's... no way..."
Chav, who came to that conclusion, distorts his face.
"Well, let's see. Ha ha."
Kaza Farnese makes her laugh with such inclusions as she didn't even know.
Ability to use both arms as blades and those touched as murder weapons.
Is that - at the time of the crisis in your life, you think you evolved?
Kaza Farnese was now degenerating its entire body into something like a blade.
Cut off Chav's finger that touched him. Slash and crush the colliding ice rock. If you shake yourself, the cloth rips, and if you proceed with your steps, your toe breaks through the tip of your shoe. Such, to the sharp murder weapon itself.
"Ha. Is this what Grandpa said? Ha, hihi."
Walk around looking at your body.
By the time I stood in front of the stunned and hardening chav, the clothes that were wrapped around Kaza Farnese had torn off and were almost half-naked.
"Hyahahahahaha, that's awesome. I don't know what's going on myself. What part of it is going to cut? Hihi. I don't know. It's not everywhere."
I look up at the chav in front of me and say it with a drawn grin.
"I'm not a ton strong right now, but see for sure...?
Moments, standing ice columns.
Chav's summoned immense ice sword poked Kaza Farnez up from directly below - it didn't. The ice pillar stood blasted and cracked from the center to avoid the demon fighter Maygas, losing equilibrium and crumbling lightly. The tip of the sword and the tip of the sword bumped into each other, and it was like the losing side ripped out of the middle.
"... what the heck!?
"Hahahahahahaha, oh I'm surprised. It was a skewer. Wari on a technical scale. Early chant, Temei. Or do you have a lot of retention? But oh,"
Pfft, thump.
It was blood.
Kaza Farnez wiped it with the back of her hand earlier, blood on her lips. Its stuffed Shizukuishi scattered by waving her hands gently.
He made a noise and pierced Chav Dapperve's throat.
"…, ……, but I"
A big man collapses as he blows a bubble of blood.
"It's going to get better, I'm strong now, right? I can't believe it, Mon. It's like looking in the eye. Oh, no. Can't you do that? I feel incredible myself. haha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha-!?"
- So, it's done.
One of the culminations that a far-reaching group of magicians, Maygas, continued to pursue, was now completed here.
Was it bad luck or was it targeted?
Ring wrapped around the neck, a small hole worn slightly above it.
"... hew..."
But too much damage for people to stop functioning. Chav Dappav, wrapped around giant flesh, swallows his consciousness into darkness by a fine wound.
(Fool...... hey, this, oi...)
What do you mean?
I always looked one or two steps ahead, the wise eye of Debias, Assistant Commander Orchester. There must have been some reason why that man promoted himself.
That's - instead of winning out, I'm trying to end up here without even running into Dino Gailroen.
(... Ah, Ri, hey -)
Yes. There can be no mistake in Debias's plan. Which means I'm not supposed to die here.
(Oh, I don't know. - Oi, lose... die, so, but)
A clear noise rang with Kin as he clasped his index fingers between his hands. If we rub each other hard, it feels sharp as if we have sharpened the blade with Jarin. My skin faintly cuts and my blood seeps out.
"! Damn......"
Now, although pain is the only thing I don't feel, Kaza Farnese looks out for me unexpectedly.
My divine chant, Oracle, and I never get hurt.
This is supposed to be a big premise that even kids know, but this ability seemed out of such a principle. I thought it might be due to the tearing of the black cloak with its own talisman Rune, but it seems to be a rather odd force.
Pin the floating fingertips of the little blood beads. A splash broke into the near-field trunk, making a sound with Dosdos.
"Ha......"
A hand instinctively rolled out against Chav. Naturally, I have never been able to imitate anything like this before. What else is different than before? What can and cannot be done? That's not even known to Kaza Farrness herself. It was said that it was necessary to grasp it carefully, including in that it could harm itself.
"... whoa, that's it"
The returned gaze is fixed to the chav, which has become depressed in front of the eye. The giant pigsty man no longer moves with Pickle. Ring wrapped around neck. A faintly windy hem of the garment. And - bags that weren't carried on that wide back. It looks even smaller than this swollen big man. That's the package being handed to all the participants before it starts. As for Kaza Farnez, who had been collected by his leader and brother for his pivotal Arsilegna, it was also something he threw away early.
"Yikes."
Kaza Farnese sees the string of bags carried by the giant and stuck to the limit as soothing with her toes. That's just it. The stiff knitting string cut off the bump, and the hemp bag rolled off Chav's back.
"Yikes."
Then the right foot, which protrudes casually, penetrates the bag, which should be durable, easily.
"Ho."
Bend your knees and release the bag to your chest. Grabbing it with both hands, the bag made a noise and tore. The contents - the map, the water bottle, the dosari, and a single arciregna flicker fall. The large, blue leaves descended to the side of Chav's head, where he lay down and stopped moving.
"Chip, just one... Better than Nee."
It's hard to think that I inevitably used both because of this man's skill and drain. I guess I used it appropriately as the martial arts festival time went by.
"I don't want to."
Bend in and carefully pick up its green leaves to avoid inadvertent carving.
Arsilegna leaves. A valuable means of recovery, paid for only three sheets per person. As a member of the Demon Martial Artist Maygas, the item had been confiscated by the leader before the war began. And - according to the martial arts festival policy, it is forbidden to take it from the opponent who defeated it.
But there's nothing wrong with that.
If what you've taken isn't even in the bright light.
"... hi-hi, hi-hi"
If you look around, it's just a quiet forest spreading. I don't see any mirrors in the branches of the trees, and I don't see any white clothes.
"I'll thank you, Pig."
If you squeal and look back,
"Don't do it, you twitchy bastard"
Chav's blood-running eyes and close eyes met.
"... na,"
The big man, who was supposed to be laying low in exhaustion, was about to rise as he pushed the earth over with both arms.
"This pig, not yet -,!
Kaza Farnez is stunned.
Chuv's thick neck. The hole that should have been worn in its center is blocked by ice pickling. Blood is stopped. And just below that.
(Well, there's still a collar -)
There was also the exaltation caused by meeting new powers and the unfamiliar point of taking part in the Wu Festival for the first time, which I was completely oblivious to. The ring wrapped around his neck had not been broken, so he was not finished yet.
Those were moments of confusion in time, but too much clearance in battle.
An instantly swollen cheek, Chav exhales humbly and sharply.
Flying in a hurry, but it was too late.
Bakin, and dull sounds. At the same time, a vision that curves like over distorted glass. A cold feeling that envelops your forehead and cheeks without neighborhood. And...
(... I can't breathe, I can't... ugh)
Kaza Farnese enlightens there. The whole face was frozen 10,000 times.
(Keh, the little worker... crap.)
I'm going to scrape this off, and I put my finger close to my own face, and there I was. That's just a matter of time now. That time I woke up to a new force and rubbed my own fingers to confirm. That fact that it was fine, but scratched.
……
That is.
If I waved the 'blade' of my hands to scrape off this thin ice, would I rip my own face off, too? Whatever it is, it's chopped. How carefully do you cut and peel it? Is it dangerous?
But now I'm in battle. There can't be that kind of time or room.
Unexpectedly shadowed, Kaza Farnese looks up.
――――
Even the murderer, who has done everything in his power to be abusive, accidentally lost his word.
Chav, who stood up, was looking down on the shore.
Rough and disturbing breathing. Visible and trembling giant body. Even though he stopped bleeding, he was pierced through the center of his neck. You can't be safe. It's a void. It should be noted that Kaza Farness's gaze was drawn to the opponent's - left arm.
There it was, 'violence' itself.
He covered his shoulders to his fingertips multiple times with hard ice cubes, gaining his shellfish immensity - just the blunt weapon. A block of white ice with horns. "Oh, don't die if you've been beaten with a monster like this," he said. Anyone can understand that way, the dehumanization of vicious and extreme destruction.
"Son of a bitch... If you're strong, say so from the beginning of Hannah..."
The end of Chav's mouth slowly hoists, as if no limits existed. The left arm, which can only be described as a 'chunk', is shaken up quietly.
"That's right, this one too... with all my strength, I just responded."
The only reason the big man's grin looks badly distorted would be because of the thin ice covering his sight. That's how the man from the magician "Maygus" realizes.
Excessively meaty, Chav's round face with a blurry impression somewhere. It was now almost transforming into someone else. Ripped lips, peeled teeth. Blood-running murderous eye.
That frightening phase is like...
(- - ghosts,)
At the same time, I was swept away.
―― ――――……
The shock of the assault lands on Kaza Farnese's shoulder.
And I feel it.
Oh, die.
If you get bugged with a monster like this, humans die. Normally, he dies.
- I mean.
A bouncing fragment of ice, a raging bloodwind, pours down in pieces around us.
"... - Nah, I"
Chav Dapperve, who was supposed to have set up a special blow, opened his eyes to the limit.
I lost my elbow, staring at my left arm.
"I mean... I'm not a normal person right now. It's so strong, it's so special."
The impact cracked the ice mask off, from the freed mouth. Kaza Farnez spun that conclusion.
Too much for a person to be a piece of meat that doesn't fasten the prototype, a flash next to Chav. Kaza Farnese herself, there's a blow I thought "You can't do this".
It was cleaved like a radish slapped on a famous sword, and it was over.
I touched Kaza Farnez, who was just standing. No, I flew a thousand cuts myself.
"I admit it, pig. You can't beat my brother." Until just now, "even if I was in full swing, well, I guess I couldn't."
That was some kind of growth. Others, that is, subjects to be ravaged. Maygus, the only magician with such an idea, honored those outside the tribe - he said.
"You can't beat me if I try a hundred times."
Regardless, the premise was to look down from unlimited heights.
Step in, a thorn.
Kaza Farnese's left arm thrust Chav's chest through Zobri. Bashan, and peered red fingers from his back.
"... oh, before, die, yah"
Still, an awesome grin on the big man's face.
Spread blood reflexes, Chav holds his slender arms stabbed into his own body. The last hand in suicide bombing.
But.
"…, ………………………"
So Chav's hand grabbed his opponent's arm, and his fingers, and his wrists, and his elbows, fell like a cut meat.
Its Kaza Farnese arm, on the other hand, while a legendary sword protruded by a rock. Keep the big man pierced, immovable.
"Ah, haha...... wicked, pig. You've got a lot of guts... but look at it differently."
Put your arms in your chest and squeeze straight to the side.
The fine arm of Kaza Farnese, paid for in a single letter, trajectories as if there was nothing to block. One beat late, a splash of blood follows.
".............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"..., are you really human? Oh my..."
The carved and laughing giant and the carved and skinny man.
But from there on out, it wasn't a fight.
Kaza Farnese flashes her hands and carves the big man in front of her.
Whether it's covered in reversible blood smoke, the shape of the target moves away from the shape of a person, or its contents are scattered, you keep waving the blade without stopping.
If a third party had witnessed it, it would have been a tragic sight. If the black water mirror had captured it, there must have been a falling audience.
But this sour nose extreme demolition work had three meanings for Kaza Farnese.
One. Fear of this enemy.
Whoever pierces his throat, puts a wind hole in his chest, but has turned to fight back. If I had to kill them all for sure, my heart wouldn't have been rested.
One. A tribute to Chav.
This big man was, without a doubt, a strong enemy. This struggle allowed me to wake up. Hold your breath as soon as possible so that your opponent doesn't have to suffer so long. From the side, it was a distortion, but there was a tribute to Kaza Farnese.
And the last one.
"... Ha, ha..., zeh... this mon, it's enough..."
Transfer your gaze from the earth full of blood and guts - Chav's 'gone' from there to the side grasshoppers. The knee-length branch leaves were lush. There, a large wave of green leaves was hooked.
Kaza Farnese, who walks over, grips it at the same time as picking it up. He thus lifts his stiffened fist overhead and opens his lips as he faces up directly beneath it. When I opened my gripping hand, the green Shizuku dripped down into my mouth.
"As I said earlier... I'll take this one."
Carefully lift and lick the droplets from your lips as well.
The use of Arsilegna was examined in detail, and an immediate disqualification ruling would be issued if there was fraud, he said. But.
"Ah... hey, it works, this guy is..., haha, hahahaha, hahihihi...!
I don't know how rigorous an investigation would be.
What if the owner or luggage is shattered and we can't tell if the owner used it?
"If it turns out like this, you just don't get it, do you? Hahahahahahaha, hahahahahaha-!"
Again, this man was the magician "Maygas" everywhere.