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

Six months and a little bit to go back. As a freshman in high school, Arishi Shield, who was seen as an ace in karate, competed in the first provincial tournament in an exhilarating manner.

World War I, World War II, Semifinals.

One mountain ten river, a master, pressed his heartbeat, his body in front of him. Natural reading. More than a decade of experience. Maximizing these, Lifeguard won in due course without a struggling struggle.

Final reached.

There was a terrible 'something' in the shape of a person.

'I've heard rumors, there's current protection. Whether my moves will hit me or not. Honestly, I'm trembling.'

The boneless man laughed thinly in front of the shield when confronted.

From there on, I don't remember.

Face punching is forbidden. I wasn't overly nervous. Still...

Rage rush, from the intense thrust I got on my chest. There is a bitter reality of defeat in seconds. It uprooted things such as pride and confidence from drift protection.

There's a top up there. I wasn't complacent that I was the best, etc. Still, in the same province - even in such a narrow range of rural towns, he said he was to the point of being buried.

You can't beat this man named Yoshizo Kirihata.

Yes, he poked me.

"... why..., here's the thing... You're two minutes away from the station, your local..."

Cognizant of the pulling grin, Lifeguard finally opens his mouth with his thoughts.

"This summer...... I was allowed to visit the dojo of Wuyue Liu"

The return of the opposing good construction was not the answer, but the drift protection was sufficient to breathe.

Why did this man go to that dojo where he was going?

"The nature of public relations is negligible." Tachi "For the first time since I spoke to Mr. Kaiyama, I've learned that you were missing."

"Ha... so again, what..."

At a time when there's information on the Internet if there's anything at all, there's so much indifference.

"There are currents. I crossed my fists with you, that spring fight...... I'm feeling something unexplained."

Just over a dozen seconds, while overwhelmingly deciding to fight, what do you care?

"Aren't you lucky? Don't I just happen to have to hang myself in the fangs of a beast? The guy named you, he said," Actually, I don't know what 'like me' is. "

For the first time, a look called a grin appears on a well-constructed face with a tough shape. But that's far from the languid 'easy'. It was a murderous phase to be described as fierce, a beast stripping of fangs.

"One day, Ariyan Current Protection will be back - it seems Mr. Kaiyama was right"

"Ha... you said that, that monster jizzy..."

"I didn't really take it... but when I realized it, I was starting to extend my legs to this place where you were using it for roadwork. In the meantime, you may encounter the unexpected - and so on."

And the hunch has now become a reality.

"I hear there was a fight a few days ago in this mall over here. That would be you."

If you knew that much, you might have held it vaguely. Maybe I assumed.

Visit this moment now.

"That fight six months ago...... I don't think it ended with my victory Kachi"

At the same time as good construction exposes its mood. The air in the area felt like it had gained weight.

"When I'm taking it in, let's say I know what's in the way"

It was only for a moment that the sharp glance that had captured the drift shield shifted the spearhead to Belgrette.

"- There is current protection. I want to see you here now."

Silence enough to make my ears hurt.

"... show-off Tatiai... when was he human..."

Though it was tearing up, Liquid Protection felt a tingling tension. I was overwhelmed by Yoshizo Kirihata in front of me.

- Something's wrong, this guy.

Against a man in a trainer standing in front of him. Just that thought was smearing inside the chest of the drift guard.

(This guy, is...)

Decisively, something is different.

It's crazy, you might even say.

I have shown no interest in how the drift protection was missing, in the status quo that has thus returned, and in the Belgrette next door.

Whenever I encountered a current shield, I was ready to fight on the spot. That's just it.

I felt it on my skin the moment I put this man in front of me in the final of the provincial tournament.

It's like another organism, he said.

Different, for example, for reasons of doing karate.

It's not to make you feel good about sweating, it's to make you a page of youth coloring your high school life, it's to build a healthy spirit and body, or you want a fight stronger - it's not that. I don't even want to elevate myself for someone, like the former drift protection.

If you say so, one of the elements that divides you into life and death.

Live or die by waving your fists. Kill or be killed. I want a place like that. I felt that this man had such a temper.

And now that we haven't confronted each other in about six months.

(It hasn't changed......, no, on the contrary -)

A life-threatening struggle experienced by driftshields in a different world called Grimcrows. Enemies attacking the dew with intent to kill. Good construction, which should be nothing more than a modern Japanese high school student, seemed to haunt any signs of inferiority compared to the residents on the other side.

"... surprisingly, Kirihata. You... I thought you'd forgotten about me for a moment..."

"I've been thinking about you ever since that game. If I fought again with no rules, I wondered what would happen to me."

…………

Check the outdoor clock that stands in a distant position. The time now is 8: 48.

"... bell child"

The drifting shelter calls on the girl knight next door, looking at the heterogeneous seeker in front of her.

"I don't have time. I don't have time for this guy. Let's go."

I'm sure that's what I had to say.

But the words that were actually spouted were different.

"Go ahead, please"

"... Huh!?

Signs of Belgrette breathing were clearly conveyed.

"Not if you're doing this. But... it's this guy. We talked the other day about who I lost to."

If someone so unusual is the target, you can't help it if you can't win.

That's how I comforted myself.

Nothing is about to be eaten on this road in the future. That's how much I can do if I'm more serious. Just don't do it.

That's how desperately, look for excuses.

I admit somewhere in my heart that I'm never going to be able to go beyond it, and live a rough life with that evidence.

"The only time I can fight this guy is now..."

Now that I've experienced life in Grimcrows and have decided to return to that land again, the excuse I once had in mind no longer works.

This fist also shaped the lives of myself and others. Through his work, he received daily food in different worlds. How long have you been eating on this road? I was really typing it in.

And. I'm going to come back to that other world and do it again with this fist.

- I thought it was over.

Defeated by a genius karate family called Ryozo Kirihata, it was a story of the past that had lost sight of the way.

Current protection today is a guerrilla belonging to Raindeer of another world.

The fist I waved was appreciated, appreciated, and led me to gain my own existential value. We will continue to fight in that world and support Belgrette and the people around us.

So I don't care about the past where you lost like no other. It doesn't matter anymore.

Yes, I thought so.

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

I thought, it was just.

About the past? Doesn't matter?

I shouldn't, you know.

You want me to end up like a loser? I'm not kidding.

Is there a fighter out there who can break up what he lost?

Two things and those thoughts come from the depths of my chest.

What if I met a mighty enemy like this man in a different world I was about to return to?

In the struggle to divide life and death, you can't win.

If you want to go back to Grimcrows and live peacefully with everyone.

The forthcoming current shield must be the strongest.

"... chi, eh"

Naturally, he was eating up his teeth. Desire erupts.

Same thing about colorful flowers. I was just trying not to think about it. Even after returning to this world.

Just in front of good construction, my ego as a fighter overflows like I cut a weir.

"... win"

I dreamed about it. Many times. Over and over again, I had nightmares.

I dreamed that I was supposed to be strong as a guerrilla, but in the end I was no match for this man.

Every time I woke up, I told myself I didn't care. I comforted my heart that I should be able to win now.

But.

I'm actually in front of you right now.

Such a cursed past.

"I win...!

Are you sure you are beyond this man now?

Actually, I can confirm.

No.

Now, if we miss this time - next time, etc., there is no.

When I got back into this world, I just ran away. I just turned away.

Colorful flowers. And I'm sure almost unconscious, even from this man.

"... Belle child. I won't even tell Gala. If there's any reason why I'm back in this world... I don't even know if it's to beat him and move on."

Lifeguard did not wait for a response and threw out the luggage he was carrying.

"Please, Belle. I'll chase you in five minutes."

"! So, what?"

"It's like a Bell child has grown up defeating Predilecke... I want to beat this man and move on"

"Oh, no... things, if they say..., eh"

A reluctantly nodded girl takes a step forward, as she perceived. I don't even have time to ask questions.

"... I'll be waiting for you in that place. If I don't make it, I won't accept it."

"I'm fine. I'll make it."

At the end of the day, he nods small, and the girl knight runs away on a small run. It passes next to a good building that stands like a stone statue in the middle of the promenade and disappears beyond the dark road without looking back.

"An exotic woman."

Good construction groaned so, showing a faintly conscious bare gesture behind him.

"Yi, Yikoku's nyosho, and... seriously, when are you from?"

"Huh."

Everyone will be blinded, you'll wonder who it is, that's the only good build reaction to a mysterious beautiful girl. This man only looks to thoroughbred, Arisu Current Protection 'only'. I don't show any interest in things like what kind of person she was with.

"I have my own thoughts. I thought I was born in the wrong time."

And loosely, both arms of good construction were lifted up.

"Thank you, there's a current shield."

That samurai, too heterogeneous in the modern world, prepares himself for battle.

The way it stood on the upright was like a heavy tank. I know that the fist foot that is released is a special blow when the cannon is used. It's also not hard to imagine taking pride in armored iron walls.

"……… So, shall we begin?"

The opposing drift shield stayed in a no-guard mood and began to take light steps on the spot.

Even now, I still feel that it 'moves' in this way.

I even missed it.

It's not like that other world. You can't pack an intermission in an instant, run at a rate no different from a horse, or beat down a far bigger opponent with a single blow than you.

This is the modern world. This is not the Lugo Aliumi of the other world, the original Aristocene protection.

Still, it's not what it used to be.

Experience gained in different worlds should certainly feed on it.

Prove it.

"Nagasaki Hall, second stage. Ryozo Kirihata... come"

It was a heavy name when it came to the rocky veins.

"Wu Yue Liu Karate, second stage. Current protection... Take it and stand...!

Nature, I was answering.

Staring at each other for a few seconds. Cold nights to stand quietly in.

The sound of feet rubbing the ground like tears.

Leading the way, there is current protection.

"Shh!"

As you step in with your left foot, sicken the straight left jab.

Good constructed thick arms placed in the upper section, sewn between them to the face. It's not a competition wearing gloves. The bare hands' go through 'that gap, which is peekaboo creepy. In other words, it must be properly prevented. The reacted good build is to shake the right arm faintly, thus breaking off this restraint -

"No!"

I couldn't.

Batin, and a dry sound on the promenade at night.

The left of the drift guard had broken down the guard of good construction with a single blow.

"... ugh!

Right arm bounced big, tight eyes to be praised. A rocky man, that Kirihata Yoshizo, exposes his stunned expression.

Adequate response. The distance measurement is as expected.

Liquid protection gained certainty while preparing the right of the chase for lumbar storage.

(Me, already)

No, it's not.

This spring means the quality of the flesh. Spend the majority of your daily routine working out, thickened muscle mass. Even an indissoluble weight-up for the person concerned: weight gain of less than eighty kilograms to nearly ninety.

And just as well, no.

I held it in my chest, for a reason to fight.

Now that fist takes the fate of itself and of those to protect. There is no more protection from the sea currents from the time when it was rotten once.

Boldness and responsiveness, honed by repeated battles for life. No matter how good construction has a heterogeneous temper, there are Japanese living in the peaceful era of modernity.

No, not anymore.

It's not a nightmare I've seen over and over again. Now this moment, reality.

Get over this man and move on.

Win, Arichi Shield moves on to the next stage.

(- earn)

Liquid shield immediately punches his right fist against the good construction tilted towards him. A fistfight that has harnessed all sorts of powerful men from different worlds - even alien monsters - shoots through the cheeks of good construction.

I never did.

――

Positive fist on the right, pushing through a space of nothing.

By bending over and turning his head around, the good construction takes a blow, staring up with a sharp glance from the bottom.

(Ducking......!

streamlined and instantaneous behavior than you can imagine from its heavy body.

eye-catching moments,

――

Hard impact, bumpy scenery.

Intense vibrations rocked the jaw of stream protection, and hence the brain.

"...,... or... ha!

Trembling knees. Approaching ground. Like many nightmares I've had, my body leans.

At the corner of his swinging vision, he saw the drift shield.

A good fat left arm that had been turned in the short hook orbit.

A heavy voice of disappointment descends from directly above the flowing guard, which folds into the letter of the body.

"- You're blunt, there's current protection."