'Su, wow, wow, wow! Before Daigos' furious attack, Lugo, there's no way to exchange...!
I had a hunch about the settlement, or Scenomea got the heat in my voice.
"A combination of dancing thunderous powdered snow and a raging mad stick! I'm a lugo player who keeps avoiding it well, is this just a matter of time!? After all, there are limits to inertia!?
The audience who responded also cheered loudly at the scream of standing up.
……
Sitting next to such a voice rep, Duen was just quietly watching the battlefield.
"What's up, Duane boy? When my brother pushes, he's as heartless as he is."
If Zeilin, who sits side-by-side, speaks to me like he's teasing me,
"... no. That girl... Digos has been... the same for a long time, I thought."
……
I guess that's where she noticed.
to the sweat seeping into the forehead of the Lord of Spears. To be pushing and killing fatigue and pain to the point of embarrassment under the same cold face as usual. Naturally. I was badly hurt by my struggle with the 'Black Ghost'. First aid, etc., is not the kind of thing that can be managed.
"... Duen, Lord..."
"... no problem. Don't worry."
Correcting his residence, Duen turns his attention to the battle waged in the woods across the shore.
"... really, it doesn't change"
Remains a frigid head. But I can't help but think about it.
(... Digos. You really...)
I'm not talented.
Standing in the sandy land on the banks of the river, watching his brother fight right across the street. Ladale Akelone revolts in his heart about that novel, which his eldest brother has long zeroed.
(Digos has no talent as an assassin)
He's a serious, loud eldest brother, but LaDale agreed on this.
Digos was once - a weak, heartfelt, little boy.
If the grasshoppers in the flower bed wither, they grieve, and if the little birds they were visiting at the garden end cease to appear, they are discouraged, and if someone in the castle sinks, they weep as normal.
In terms of martial arts, honesty and solidity. I wanted to be at the Heavenly Banquet one day, he said like every day. I admired the hero Geisserius, and made the grandeur a creed. I continued to hold that idea too closely to the family line that undertook the assassination, naturally.
The turning point, after all, must have been the death of the elderly.
The boy, who knew nothing but beauty, was to learn the love of hate and dye his hands in blood.
Complex thoughts or unanimity of interests. It moves by being killed and killed, the situation of the world and the flow of gold. A boy who was innocent learns to be dirty that there is something that can be changed by the creation of intentional death. We will also understand in response that there is evil that we cannot hope to improve or otherwise, and that can only be eliminated by constant loss of life.
That's how you gradually lose your mouth count, stop putting your emotions on the table, stop laughing. The three men, who were innocent, were steadily polished up as a bloody wet third spear.
It was such a digos, but there were times when I showed a lively face in a place of struggle.
During the march, when I accidentally got to bump into the front with a bowling grudge demon. When he was driven out as a helper by other martial artists and was to be involved in an 'act of combat' that did not require him to kill his enemies. And whether it's biocidal or not - when you tour with powerful enemies that can't be easily beaten.
In such phases, although rarely - my brother, who seemed to forget how to laugh, sometimes had to try to lift the edge of his mouth without a scratch.
The laughter of a young man who grew big and boneless, not resembling his childhood. That seemed fat and powerful, invincible somewhere, and intimidating to others, but I remember being a little relieved as Ladeil.
Oh, this kid didn't lose his smile, he said.
A common denominator with such a clumsy grin. It's not an accidental assassination, it's a struggle across the street.
Digos unfortunately demonstrated that talent in a battle at the front.
Years of training lead to refined force. Thoughts that even seemed weak led to observational eyes that calmly grasped the war situation. And one particular physique that I exposed at an early age. It's called "The Wrapper." It even carries that power.
(Yes. What was in Diegos wasn't his talent as an assassin. Until rare...... warrior talent)
At a young age, as I dreamed. Youth are now entering that realm of thirst for themselves. Against all those strong men, not a single step back.
"The falling Lugo, the chasing Digos! Come on Lugo, is this no hitter anymore!?
LaDale accidentally grips his fist all the time.
(... we can go, Digos)
An imminent victory.
(To everyone... show him, brother. your true power.)
Only I know myself. Such a look for my brother. Better than my oldest brother, who has been busy and less saving his family, at least.
Hot without a pattern, LaDale turned casually to the brunette boy who was driven by her younger brother.
"- - - Huh."
Chills, they ran through.
Eyes.
The eyes of Arishi Current Protection are diving through the blowing thunderphosphorus, eliminating endlessly sickening thunderbolt rods, and avoiding them thoroughly.
Both eyes of that dark colour stare at Diegos' every step of the way. I don't think it belongs to a man in very distress, with a quiet gaze.
(freaked out...? This me...?
Since when, such as seeing people and feeling that way?
Trembling in the heat, LaDale wipes the sweat floating on his forehead.
(..., be careful, Digos... That brother, it won't end like this......!
The back of the flowing guard gently touches the mossy tree.
"! Oops..."
So finally, the boy seemed to realize that there was no longer an exit.
An old tree that shook through the sky. Tree age would be better than a thousand years. Its trunk, which seems to have five miles just in width, is no longer significantly different from the wall. The drift protection can no longer be lowered backwards.
By skillfully waving the stick and guiding the drifting thunderphosphorus - limiting his evacuation destination - Digos cornered his opponent into its trail.
The distance to each other is less than six miles. Lightning dust floating between the two sides, the number of which is less than forty, etc.?
Under such circumstances. But the guerrillas from neighboring countries with their walls behind them laugh the same way they always do.
"No, nevertheless... it's clever, Digos. Good thing I scratched the air and took that thunder powder all the way... if I let him do billiards and stuff, he looks great"
I didn't know what "Riyadhu" was, but to that light-hearted mouth that I don't think is a vanity, Digos also returns a thick grin.
"... Hmm. I found a way to overturn this situation… and should I think about it"
"I'm not so sure what to do."
"In any case, it's interesting. Let me see."
Grabbing the Thunder Festival stick for a long time, he dropped his hips deep...
Flash.
By a wave of atmospheric tearing sticks, the flock of thunder phosphorous arrived to shelter as if it had been ordained. Set aside for a few moments, Digos himself storms.
An uninterrupted binary attack. No exit. Come on, how do we outdo this?
――――
So, the giant man saw.
It should also be described as the ultimate of martial arts.
I can play. Continuous bursting sound.
Two, three, five, seven...
Leaping thunder phosphors are struck down one after the other by the right fist of drifting protection that is ejected into small pieces.
The speed is also tremendous, but surprisingly its accuracy.
My right arm raised in front of my chest is sumptuous. Disappear instantly. I can play thunder phosphorous. My arm is back in place. that this process is repeated over several seconds, roughly a dozen degrees.
――――
The giant, who was about to step in, was inadvertently stopping. I was born with thin eyes, open to the limit. I was fascinated, I could say.
Faster than a thunderphosphorus bursting into contact with his fist, his arm is being pulled back. Liquid protection does not bear one scratch, but one right fist drives the army of purple electricity one after the other.
Nevertheless, there is no way that you can twist them to a total of forty, only with your right hand.
One of the thunder phosphorous diving through the barrage of fists comes into contact with the face of the drift shield - on the brink, only in a waving motion. It adheres to the trunk behind it, bounces small and disappears.
Thus, one step was added to a series of operations.
Intercept thunder phosphorous. Avoid leaked items. Simple in words, that offense is repeated at an alarming rate.
So finally, Digos recognized. And then we went to war.
Aliumi, for this...
There are two ends of thunder phosphorous. Can you be struck down by a fist or can you play in contact with the tree behind you?
Liquid protection was not driven into the trail. I dared to set up there to hit the wall and wipe out the impenetrable thunder phosphorous.
(... and that means -)
Chilly rushes on Digos' spine.
I'm not hunting them down.
sooner than you understand what that means,
――
I was born.
Between the flow protection and the Digos, there is a space with nothing to block. The decrease in the number of thunder phosphors has allowed the path to pass intact.
"- Huh!"
Behavior preceded thought.
Digos kicks the ground with all his might and flies that giant backwards.
The time difference must not have been as fast.
A gripped right fist was protruding into the space where Digos' face was until just on the brink.
"... Mm-hmm, too bad"
Now, don't regret it, driftshield whine. I don't think I was released from such a cloudy tone of young man, stepping in during a time of disease. Fist punching during a thunderstorm.
I didn't see it. I was just rushed by a sense of crisis, and it just moved.
……
The distance between the two sides is also about six miles. Digos exhales loudly to pick up the life of one hair at a time. Stand still, flow shield with your right fist protruding.
The giant, who managed to outmaneuver the blow as a result, carefully sits to keep his eyes peeled away from his opponent - noticing a warm flutter, conveyed from his nose.
(I couldn't avoid it... I didn't know...)
The nose was originally crushed by Enrokak. Did the fake shock hurt you again?
Wipe the annoying blood flow with the back of your hand while making it easy on the pain of flipping back and breathlessness.
"Ho."
The drift shield, on the other hand, suddenly flipped its self as it pulled its fist. Both feet gently tread the earth.
- It's, like, a dance.
fist feet protruding forcefully. A body that swirls dangerously and flexibly. It's not a practical one. It's flashy and easy to understand - a flowing movement to attract. Even if I can't use my left arm, I don't have an unnatural impression of the dance. The finished beauty was there, undamaged to that extent.
One thunder phosphor after another is destroyed by the fist that is released, by the toe that is impaled. White light is scattered in the form of being caught in the dance.
And so the last piece was sharply crushed with the batin.
All thunder phosphorous had returned to nothing at that time when the drift shield was soaring toward Digos.
"... brilliant"
Simultaneously with the whining of the giant, the crowd's praise echoes from afar behind. The noise outside had barely been heard because it had moved to the back of the woods in a series of attacks.
No matter, it's not just the sound. From this position, the appearance outside is invisible. If so, and vice versa.
A few white clothes to watch over on this occasion. By the blackwater mirror they have, the audience must have witnessed the current dance. So it's a compliment.
"Beautiful dance. They showed me something good."
"I haven't been able to train karate at all in itself anymore, so my colleagues are going to tell me that I haven't seen it at all. Hang on, Dr. Digos. You're the one who's hiding the moves. I got a little bit of skin, clothes, coal."
"F... it's not a habitual technique. If the wind doesn't work against you, it's useless. Because it will be scattered without any hesitation. Then you can't even use it from the beginning."
"Oh, I see..."
The lightness of the conversation is obviously everyday. In that atmosphere,
"... well. What's up, Aliumi? Are you coming?
Explore.
"Hmm..., one Dr. Digos who also disappears troublesome thunder phosphorous and is situated within reach if you step in... Now, should I be stupid and honest or what..."
Explore each other.
……
……
Often we face each other silently.
Breaking the silence was drift protection.
"... it"
"That Diegos', invincible smile that feels like 'Ni......'. Me, that face of yours... honestly, I've always been bad."
It was. past form. Without mentioning that part, Digos listens quietly.
"What is it? Digos is a small mouthpiece, and it has a calm atmosphere, so that confident grin, like this... you see everything, like. I don't want them to know. It's like they're seeing through secrets."
A secret I don't want you to know.
If you're a shield, you're a Gentile from another world altogether. As for Diegos, I didn't even have to know until he told me. He is also like being cursed by his second brother, Ladail, for being Park Xinren, who is Tang Wenki. You can't be good at foreseeing people's thoughts.
"But... now there's nothing to be backward about. I told you everything. So, under the circumstances, if I had your face in front of me... I'd be excited."
"... ho"
"Confident... this strong man with an invincible grin, what kind of tonne of demo moves will he show you next,"
If that's what Lifeguard had said, Digos deepened that invincible grin just as meaningfully as "Ni......" Again, I don't think I can read in that mind.
"I'm going to the heavenly banquet, so I studied the Divine Chant Oracle a little bit, too."
In the past few days, it had been a short time after dinner and so on, but he had received lectures from Bergrette and Gonder on the characteristics of the Divine Chant "Oracle" and so on. It is a suggestion from the manager Belgrette. At first, he was a study-averse drift guard who showed difficulty, but it was the leading chanteers, Maggie, who dealt with him at the martial arts festival. It was better to know the conditions and constraints when activating the procedure, and there was a serious gonder push, and I reluctantly agreed. Instead, Gonder was surprised at the drift protection he didn't even have that basic knowledge of.
As a result of all that hard and painful time studying,
"Er..." Chant Retention, "is it?"
He said it was common sense among the chancer Mage, but it was to be useful information for Lifeguard.
In principle, it is assumed that simultaneous exercise of different types of techniques is not possible.
It is possible to shoot a water bullet while swinging a water sword, but it is impossible to use the water sword as a healing technique with one hand. Attacks, defenses, aids… only one of these frameworks must be chosen and only those belonging to that lineage must be exercised. If you want to use another type of technique, the technique you are expressing at that point needs to be discarded (although there are obviously also exceptions like dinos that are used across multiple species).
There are also such constraints, or few of them have successfully taken around what would otherwise belong to the offensive technique and used it for defense. The water currents that Belgrette whirls and wraps around, the ice shield of the gonder. Claria's total autonomous defense and so on also belong to the offensive technique, contrary to its name and as a species (although this technique is very special and involves little difficult theories that are still incomprehensible to understudied boys).
Nevertheless, there is also a limit to 'arranging' using offensive techniques. Basically, it can't even extend to real defensive or auxiliary techniques.
At that time, if you wanted to erase the weapons of the Divine Chant "Oracle" and deploy a protective wall, you could not have discarded the weapon and then started chanting the protective technique in time in the midst of a battle to contend for a moment.
There used is chant retention.
"Wait for the end of the chanting technique in the pre-activated state, without regard to the type of technique or anything... you can stock it up."
Waving the sword of water, chanting defensive techniques. With the water sword in your hand, you can't put out a protective wall after the chant, but if you turn off the sword, you can deploy the wall immediately. That's the kind of technology it was.... although it seems that the very act of pursuing chanting in the back while doing battle requires a lot of training.
In fact, Belgrette uses this chant retention in her struggle against that Farvnar. Mia fired a thunderbolt against Farvnar, up to awesome (according to Mia, the name Blitzregen). He said he was advancing the chant of the great sword of water behind him while amplifying that technique with aid.
The number of techniques you can retain depends on your personal qualities and skills - basically two to three. If there is a currently active technique, it is simply subtracted from it.
"I mean. Because Digos has a thunder stick right now... one or two more. While I'm stuck with thunder phosphorous, I'm probably done chanting other tricks. For example, he couldn't finish me off with thunder phosphorous, so I think he's waiting for more moves. If we go into the loophole, this could be the time to suck..."
Simply, two strikes in a row with a powerful attack technique. Or it can be imitated by completely overtaking a stepped stray shield blow with a robust defensive technique, switching to a super-powerful attack technique immediately and intercepting it - and so on.
"Hmm. I learned from nothing. I want Edvin to be an apprentice too."
With that said, Digos deepens his invincible grin.
"Whatever... this is how we'll always be matched. If your lord is coming, let me set you up."