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

I still vividly remember the moment when I first confronted Ryozo Kirihata.

It's not "Karate House," he said.

A sharpened rocky face, distorted shaped ears provided on both sides of it. Twisted and deformed, that is a testament to the repeated practice of sleeping moves Ground as well as severe blows. An unusually thick neck would also assume such a struggle.

Perhaps this man has a wide variety of martial arts experience.

It was only later that I actually found out, but that prediction had been met.

No skill other than karate was ever shown at the provincial tournament.

Unlike this rural town, which is sheltered from the river, it is quite a big city in the area of "Nanko", which is well built, and has several dojos and gyms for martial arts.

Wrestling, Judo, and Boxing.

"......, ugh"

I scuffed the right cannon Straight and got a counter.

Like recreating nightmares I've seen over and over again. My body leans. I'm about to fall.

However,

"... Gu, oh!

Don't fall. With both legs, step on the earth.

This is not a dream. Reality.

To shake off the nightmare, Ariichi Shield is now - at war with Yoshizo Kirihata. Scattered revenge match.

It can't be easy to fall...!

As he painstakingly stomps, he is convinced of his drift protection.

(The basic "bass" of Koitz is... -!

I think of the conclusion. Soon approaching, fist flashes picking up from the bottom. Twist the overly luxurious, well-constructed right upper around the body where the fluid shield is. Heavy wind-cut noises roared and flew, a blow that made me wonder if the space itself ripped.

And with a big swing, it's amazingly fast to put back. My body doesn't open like it does. Finish hitting or no, those thick arms are rearranged without gaps. There was no room to pinch the counter. Liquidity shield brings back momentum, but retains momentum. Again, both sides, facing each other at mid-range.

"Ooh, ahhh... Huh! What, are you willing to go after the world with your fists in the future?

It was a light-mouthed drift protection, but the good construction on the other hand only glanced at it with cold eyes as it stood in orthodox style.

"… is protected by currents. What are you looking at?

Vague inquiry.

"I... I've been looking forward to this moment."

I was briefly told that the drift protection was hazy.

I'm going to do it at GrimCrows. Before that, we cross a wall that was once insurmountable.

That's how I was thinking.

Earlier, the wounds of the past. I was caught up in all of those things and only saw good construction as an obstacle. Like when I once confronted him, I wasn't 'purely able to fight'.

The pleasure of confronting the strong was lost, as a fighter should have had it together.

Such an impeccable opponent... a superb man named Ryozo Kirihata, said he was in front of him.

"... Ha. Hehe... right. I don't want to. 'I didn't see'. This guy... excuse me"

If you laugh like that, fu, or something faintly good leaks your breath.

"... you danced again, the butterfly. You have to come."

……

I don't know what that whining means.

But it was also for a moment that good construction faintly loosened the mouth.

"... but my feelings alone don't change my movements. Between that first battle and now... what have you been doing?

What's in that voice - obvious disappointment.

"... right. As you can guess... 'Karate' is not done. It wasn't an environment where I could do it."

Was that not long before Raindeer's King's capital terrorist attack? When I was encouraging training in the backyard of Midir College, as usual, I thought.

While living in this other world, the karate mould will collapse, he said.

Leaving under the master and traveling to a world where there is no such technology as karate, the training was repeated. But even if immature drift protection continues on its own, it can only turn into a disturbed stream of moulds.

No, it's changed already.

So much so that the good construction, which still carries on karate, sees the drift protection movement and is sure of the dullness.

Exactly, just now from left to right. In retrospect, the 'connection' was getting sweeter. It was unexpected and the right swung a lot. Still got through because there was no one in Grimcrows who could react instantly, but it turned out to be too much of a gap to deal with this guy.

Such, disfigurement.

Therefore, discouragement.

But.

――

The good structure placed on the orthodox does not loosen the beastly light nor does it loosen fine dust. On the contrary, it even seems deeper.

I felt disappointed at the same time.

Doubts.

Liquid protection as a karate user fell to the ground.

Then what is the left jab that bounced off his defense with one blow? The counter-flavored left hook, I was wondering what the endurance was that wouldn't sink with that direct hit in my jaw.

"Sure, I couldn't do karate. Even though...... I continued my own practice and the battle for my life. I don't know how many times I've been dying."

That sums up the days of the battle at Grimcrows in a nutshell, and the 'guerrillas' laugh bitterly.

"Hmm, I don't know if that's the effect or what... I weigh nearly ninety kilos right now. That's a weird story, I was surprised myself. I need your help."

Pickle, and a good frown moved.

Neither of them should be incredible stories.

But.

"Got it. Let me hang it with that intent."

"Ha... you believe me"

"From the feeling of the meeting, there was rather a point of agreement"

……

In a cold voice, the spine of the driftshield shivered unexpectedly. Winter air you can get into and so much more than a comparison.

Again, something's wrong.

"Ha..."

This man. 'Real'.

I hung up on myself. I experienced the world and understood it for the first time.

So, Even. Finally, he said he stood on the same mound as his opponent. He said that he and others until spring - tiny boys who were just high school students - could not have been enemies in the end.

――――……

Again, I'm determined.

This heterogeneous seeker. Even modern monsters beat the man they should call - beat.

He breathed in softly and was also provided with drift protection.

Staring at each other. The silence of the visiting moment.

Jiri, Jiri and.

Measuring the intermission, pack that distance little by little. Both sides, in the same motion as if reflected in a mirror.

(More. Faster, try coming scattered in Grim Crows. Exactly -)

Temporary breathing. Temporary weakness. And to an instant step in.

As you get out of the mirror, the drift shield sticks out your left fist again from there -

"…………………"

It was faster.

Black shadow blocking sight.

A good left fist was fleshy to the tip of his nose.

A raised octopus. A few old scratches running from finger to nail. Heavy blunt instruments, which had marked the history of previous struggles, had already pressed for prey to be laid.

"... ugh!

feels like the left side of his head slanted toward him.

A good construction with clever legs gently rolls out the left jab one after the other.

Weaving and weaving, the inevitable outweighs the defense.

(…… ~ heavy)

The blow hits the core. Jabs that can easily defeat people. Considering the left hook ahead, it's convincing power.

Dangerous Extremely Hard Strike Storm. Allowed to preempt, the flow was mastered. It would also be a tactic to retreat and get your posture in order. but

(Sigh, nagging cola-!)

This is also the distance of drift protection. You can't give in.

Consequently, the response of the will.

Left hand-in-hand. A continuous splash of bullets that do blur right next to each other's faces, or cheeks and temples.

And to be completed, the sight as shown in the same mirror as ahead.

This time, however, it is not "Jing", which stood and stared at each other. Flying fists and fists, no time to breathe, Drungo. A mirror by intense 'motion' appeared there.

A gaze that meets each other in a spark scattering reward, which should also be called a 'fist trident' without a sword trident.

(… hehe. Before you hit it, right? You too, Kirihata)

We're after each other. Watching.

How can we lean the war from here to ourselves?

This situation standing around the left fist on the axis.

Right with the guard torn open? An anomaly since I got my eyes used to it? It's not a boxing or karate game. The options are diverse.

During the exchange of blows, the drift shield shrugged one of the flying left jabs to the left. Clasp your legs clockwise.

Left jab to the left - viewed from the opponent and avoided to the right, that is,

"Shh!"

Synonymous when in the orbit of the opponent's right fist.

Heavy exhalation. Good construction that doesn't miss a chance and moves instantly. Straight to the right to be released.

(- It took!

As calculated. Avoidance to the left is an invitation to pull this out.

literal cannon, a drift shield deviated by receiving a right with his left arm that can be called

"Huh!"

Right body of counterattack. An inevitable belly punch with a weaving or ducking in addition, aimed at the end of the opponent's beating.

That blow, which took its course, is, however, inhibited by the tough left leg of the good construction that came up from the bottom.

(I was reading about each other, you know...! Then -)

Away, turn right to make it look like it, step in with your left foot. Left jab rolling out at the same time.

Faster, more precise. Now it's not a blow, it's a triple hit on the left.

Momentum builds a good guard with the sharpness of a fast-fire cannon. Moreover,

"No......!

This time from the start, I didn't aim for a gap in the guard. The point of landing is the rigid arm itself of a strong erection.

A little concentration. Stumble strong defenses and fly. Retreat the disturbing arm. Without missing the debacle born there, Liu Shi unleashed his right positive fist on the face of a good building that had become galloping empty.

This time, the connection is perfect.

――――

But if the shield was perfect, so was this man as soon as he could.

It's a delicate wrist behavior. I was bounced off, making me think I gave it back.

Good luck, who flushed his fist with his left forearm, flips his wrist with the kurli as it is and grabs the sleeve of his drifting clothes. And draw it to your own chest. In that state, the right hand of the good build looms from the bottom in the orbit of the upper.

"Huh."

I can't avoid being grabbed. As soon as some of the bullets were ready and forced, the stretched seeker's auspicious arm was grabbing the collar of the drift protection.

(! It's a blow, hey -)

And at a rate that seems almost even simultaneous, he pulls in the collar he grabs, while going down the drift protection - a low, deep step to the nostalgia.

The man, who only looked like a chunk of just, struck and unleashed the ultimate softness there.

Is that like a gentle breeze or a stream of water?

The behavior also has no shards of forcefulness. As if led by good construction, the drift shield disfights the gakun and the front.

And.

"- Nah...!

In the form of a well-constructed hip, ridden up on the back, both legs of the drift guard were off the ground.

(Bear...... ugh!

Completed throw.

Drawing an elaborate arc, the flesh of drift protection, which is supposed to approach ninety kilometers, dances easily through the universe. Head down, legs up. The phenomenon of the human body being turned upside down in the blink of an eye is like the realm of oddity or witchcraft. After a few moments, you will be able to draw off the remaining ninety degree angle and slap it hard to the ground.

(Take it, yourself -, no,)

If you take it, you'll make it. But it's too late at that point.

Hard promenade down there. Damage is inevitable.

Even grounded out to a landslide, but at the end of the day, it would be absolutely unfavourable if they were pressed in from above. The other person is a Judo expert.

Then,

"Ugh... ooh, lah!

Use even the momentum thrown and resolutely refuse to fall in.

In a position close to the bridge, both legs of drift protection are Dan! and stepped on the ground. I couldn't help but make it. And I don't even have time to be relieved.

Naturally, to a well-constructed nose column that reacts to be laid from above,

"Shh!"

Head poke.

Karate, Judo, Boxing - in that one hand that becomes a complaining irregularity in any competition,

"Huh!"

Gozun, and the hard sound of the tree spirits.

Good luck had similarly intercepted the protruding frontal shield with a punch in the head.

"... ugh!

Impact that the stars are likely to scatter in front of you.

The sleeves and collar that had been grabbed - the well-made fingers loosened faintly, and the drift shield twisted itself just here to escape.

Make time, confront again.

Both were bleeding lightly from their foreheads.

"Come on, Kirihata-san... take it for granted - you've even responded to a head-on. Are you even doing this on Raway?"

"F, you're interested."

The exhaling breath of both disappears into the night sky in white and sumptuous. From the foreheads of both sides, the red flush drips off.

……

The blood he had passed on came into his eyes, and the flowing guard wiped with his left hand aggressively.

Machine. It was good construction that moved.

It's also from the steps of a sumptuous speed,

"Huh!?

It was the toe of the athletic shoe that stroked the nose tip of the spicy flowing guard in Sweden. Jab was also released at speeds such as Kakaya, which was an upper right spin kick.

(Nah......!

And it's not a blow.

"Shhh."

Even the momentum of underdevelopment translates into the rotating force of the body, and the good build targets the face of the drift protection twice and three times with stiffened legs. The figure was still a vicious solo.

(kidding......, what is this speed!?

Kick around, kick around, kick around. Rigid legs flying to the horizontal giraffe, all of which were avoided in a critical line, while the drift shield was at war.

Faster than the earlier fist. It's like being more attack-specific sharpens waste and leads to speed as a result.

Then trunks and moulds do not collapse. As a finished example, but too murderous a series of dance fights to call it that. There is no room to pinch the counter, a bombarded rage offense.

(! No -)

Arizona Current Protection, once acclaimed as' no longer hitting the attack 'and even disgusted by the teammates,

(Come on, one... eh)

Lugo Aliumi, who should have honed his courage and strength, feeding on his experiences in the harsh otherworlds,

(Avoid it, hey...!

The time taken to conclude so was only three seconds.

"Guh......!

The right foot armor flew several times.

Blocking that blow with the left-handed arm, the flesh of the drift shelter easily inclined to reach approximately ninety kilometers.

"but ahhh...!

Woody spirits in the park at night, the sound of heavy bursts. Every defense is about to be knocked down and not about to catch a leg.

(... this, this...!

It was a boxing neighborhood. A complete kicking storm.

(This is you, Kirihata...!

This is the original Ryozo Kirihata.

I didn't get what I once pulled out of myself, this guy's serious.

"Heh...!

Be aware.

"Omei is the other way around. Progress over results. The type that enjoys battle, regardless of victory or defeat. No, you might lose, or you'll burn extra. '

As that prison flame superman once told me.

Arishi Shield now realized herself laughing without a doubt at this moment.

"Huh!"

A rushing chase.

In contrast to the good flow protection, in line with the sharp exhalation, good construction strikes out the left fist of the lumbar reservoir.

"Shh!"

Don't lick it. I can plug it in. Opportunity. A determined drift shield flashes the left fist that serves as the counter.

Shortly afterwards, an earthquake-like impact rocked the world.

hits his ear with dull and severe painful echoes.

(Oh, shit)

Glitter, bouncing vision. A spark that intersects the light of street lights floating in the night sky, dancing with chickens.

(... do, be)

I got it. Counter failure. I got a direct hit.

―――― ……

Dyed in blanks, thought far away...,

"Or, ha......!?

I pamper myself, holding my legs together. Re-establish the body that was about to be overthrown by gravity.

(Yay bei..., now eh)

It was falling.

Without a doubt, the consciousness was instantaneously cut off.

A few seconds. But it's just a few seconds.

You must have exposed enough clearance for the good construction to fold. Why are you still standing safely?

Such a question of drift protection was resolved as soon as I saw the person.

Keep the blood coming from the edge of your mouth, the good build you're trying to rebuild. A flash of question mark on that face, an immediate sign of being good at it. Footprints carved on the ground, rubbed and retracted.

(Oh, you hit it...!

It was not a unilateral failure. This one was also taking a hit. They were punching each other in the face. Pain clinging to the cheek, relieving as he feels a hand on his left fist.

Nevertheless - shock shocked, interrupting consciousness. A strange laugh seemed to engulf me when I wondered if I had shared them during this moment, from awakening like I had jumped up to the doubt that the pursuit had not come, to its resolution.

(Damn, don't come...!

If this was that heavenly banquet, the ring on his neck could have been untied and treated like a defeat.

……

……

Flipping from a fire like attack, the silence of the visit. They stare at each other, at a mid-range.

Neither of them can move their legs temporarily. In the meantime we must seek to recover, while exploring the next hand. The bizarre mirroring of both was said to continue today.