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

When I got home and went into the living room, my sister Tsukaka, a moonflower, was rarely on her way to the terminal.

"What's wrong? Difficult face."

If you ask, she says sitting on the couch staring at the screen in front of her.

"I was thinking of a story."

"Right. That's enthusiastic."

I was going to respond favorably, but she glanced at me with her jitsu eyes.

"Again. It won't last long anyway. What's so fun about just thinking about the same story? From the seemingly tender smile of my brother, there was an overflow of emotions similar to such a shuddering -..., all the time"

He's used to snagging his fingers and typing the words into his mouth as they are.

"Ha, now you're writing nonfiction? Or is it a modocumentary?

"You're starting to say, brother..."

"So, what's the story now?

"Huh? Erm..."

I don't think I liked this gavel, so if I had to dig deeper, Moonflower would turn away.

It must be embarrassing to talk about your thoughts face to face.

"Er... the main character is a Japanese boy"

"Yeah."

"Ah, one day..."

"One day?

"I am summoned to another world..."

The place was filled with silence.

"Hey, what the fuck! What? What? What are you trying to say, brother?

"I didn't say anything, calm down"

"My face says it! 'Wow...' the expression tells the story!

It was a moonflower that turned bright red on his face and waved his hands,

"Ah."

I flutter at that clap, and I'm about to fall off the couch to the bottom floor.

"Oops."

I rushed over with one foot and supported her fine body.

Long, beautiful, sarcastic brunette shakes.

"Oh, sorry, brother"

With the bad looking face of the bat, she puffed me.

"... Really, I don't like it. How could I have been born into such a body?"

My sister was born with impaired legs.

I am not free to go out and everyday I spend in the house.

I guess that's why.

She turned her mind to the world of fantasy.

I used to paint comics, write novels, and at the end of the day I created simple computer games on my device.

"I hope you'll let me hear some more. Tell me about Moonflower's thoughts. Well, hadn't we talked about setting that up before? I'll be honest with you about what I thought."

"Ugh."

"No, no, I'm looking forward to it, really. Every time I think about a new one, the coarse part will stick together until then. Simply making the conversation interesting. If we keep this up, we'll be presenting a hell of a super masterpiece."

"No, not so much..."

"So, what's it about?

"Huh? Er..."

The cohon and throat are damp and the moonflower opens its mouth with a slightly tense face.

"The main character's boy uses martial arts. Like your brother."

"Heh. But, okay? I've heard that protagonists in these cases can be weak or mediocre. You think it's more equally large for the reader and easier to get emotional."

"Wow, you're getting closer, brother... But it's okay. Nothing. I'm not going to publish it anywhere. Write what you want to write. It's also an experiment. I wonder if the main character to be summoned is strong from the beginning."

So, my sister talks with her eyes shining.

No matter how strong you are, if you're normal, there's no way humans can rival monsters from different worlds. So this protagonist has a secret.

What's the secret? When I asked, it was a pleasure ahead of me.

"So, of course, there's fantasy flavor, magic. There are a lot of settings for this too. But when the name is magic or something, it doesn't seem a bit fresh..."

"What did you make it?

"... that's actually a lot to get lost in. You want the magic of this world to look like it because there's a setting called God gave it to you. As a candidate, you know, gifts, theology... like that? Lost a lot."

"What God gave you, or what? Not bad. Let me think about it."

"Huh? Ugh, yeah. Thanks. So... that's the one that's inseparable when you hang up. It's the power you need to use that ability. I have a lot of candidates for mana and magic, but I'm worried about the clothes."

"I see."

I'll come up with a few ideas and cut them out.

"Prana, how about something like that? That's a word used in yoga or something. It means something like that."

"Wow, that sounds like something! The source of life energy! It fits with the setup! It's going to feel good to write that down. Plana. Planar, hmm."

"Ah. It's just this word, the spelling..."

I watched my sister tap the terminal with great momentum, and I behaved myself to the chest not to say anything senseless. A little mistake or mistake would also be good food.

From there I often heard a hot valve about the story.

One boy's active play, cutting through everything with one body. But it not only revolves around him, but also depicts the thoughts of people breathing in different worlds, spinning them by combining them with each other.

This time I seemed to think of a lot of details, and a lot of honestly interested parts.

"I see, that's what I'm thinking. But are you setting that up?

"No, I'm here!

"Oh well."

I have no temper in the past either. I can't deny how obsessed I am with thinking about setting things up.

"So there are eight people at the core of this story."

"Eight......, are you okay?

"You want to say there are too many brothers, you want to say if your amateur is okay with spreading the bath so much bro......!

"No, that's not what I'm talking about."

"One of these guys comes back with a bunch of folds with his old buddies, and that's where the story turns around. Cohon. 'Essential to spin that story are the eight brave men -'"

Whenever we dated, the day fell and it was night.

And it reaches my ears.

Guisserie and a strange noise like a blur echoing from the outside.

If you look out the window, look up at the night sky on the side of the road, the figure of those who pray.

Today, it seems, is the 'day I hear you'.

(end of Rembrandt plan, or)

Personally, I didn't even bother to look at that stuff. It's getting to the point where it can no longer be helped in people's hands. It's the only way to be.

"Hey brother. That guy...... is it too late today?

"Sounds like it. It's time for dinner."

"Yeah."

Move from the living room to the kitchen that is in a row.

"... are you still resistant? Dad, what do you call it? He called me brother."

Ask casually,

"Chi, no. I was originally an only child... 'brother' couldn't resist so much. But my father, you see, some of the real father... was a little uncomfortable. Oh, I'm sorry. You're doing so much better..."

"No, I'm not blaming you. You don't have to. It's just... if Moonflower called me that, my dad would be so happy."

"Ugh, yeah."

"Come back soon, Dad, if you say anything, I'll throw you a job and you'll be back."

"Oh, you can't do that. You're doing a really important job."

And even at the dinner table, the story went on.

"But then, wouldn't that part go broke?

"Oh well......! Ugh, it's hard to think of a setting with no contradictions......!

It was a disappointing moonflower, but that expression, visibly changing, seemed like a real pleasure.

I don't know because I've never even thought about writing a novel or anything, but in the beginning, they were so inconsistent in content between the few lines I wrote down.

"It's okay. I'll help."

"Huh?"

"You can do it with me. Together, let's make the world."

It was just natural and those words were zero.

Give me this beloved sister. Give her the 'only one in the world'. I'm going to support you everywhere.

That's a promise we made at an early age.

If it's to fulfill her wishes, do whatever it takes.

"To, brother......... er... I'm embarrassed."

"Yes, no, well. Yeah. Sorry."

No, I soup to hide my expression.

"But yeah. Right."

It was a kind voice.

"Let's make a world together, brother"

That smile was lovely with no decorations and I couldn't look straight at it.

"... right. Yeah. Speaking of which, do you even think about the title of that story?

She nods confidently to the light-hearted question.

"Absolutely. The title of this story..."

Deep, in the woods where blue mist can set in.

"Ha... zeh..."

He was holding his breath with his shoulders as he leaned against the nearby trunk.

(I figured... 'jumping' on short intervals is tough stuff... Is December 3rd a little too soon?)

Wipe the bead-like sweat on your forehead and mock yourself.

Now that we have reached the point where we reach as' creatures', it is only if this deed extends to even giving a hunch of death.

(... Ha, I miss... dreams)

While my consciousness was white, I watched the sights of a long time ago.

Let's make a world together.

At the time, I didn't even think about it. Such as the word turning into such a great curse.

Whatever.

(That's...)

At that very moment when we were going to transfer, there was an unthinkable phenomenon.

A place of manipulation where I was in control. Coincidence shouldn't be possible.

(What do we do...? Anticipating the time............... no, no more......)

You should be cautious. Before we move on to action, we should find out why this happened. If it can't be a coincidence, it's a misdemeanor.

Again, this time, it moved too much.

It makes Oretta and the homeless smell their presence.

(Oh man. We need to move a little harder...)

And, beside his face, a ripple of communication technology floats.

This is the original Bobo. Because it is an extremely powerful spiritual field, communications, enemy fighting and other techniques are not supposed to work. but it was as if it had nothing to do with it if I tried to 'them'.

"... Yes, sir. It's me."

"Brother! Connected! You're back!?

It sounded like a worried sister's voice.

"Oh. That was just a little, tough..."

'Good luck. Rest for a while. So, are you shields...?

"I brought him right back. Just..."

"Just?"

"... moonflower. I'm sorry, but I need you to do some research. how that incident will affect future developments."

"What, what are you talking about? What's an accident?

"Oh, actually -"

Is this matter even as the invisible God drew the muscles?

I need to know. Does it have nothing to do with this? Is it the end of story? Or is it an important thing that is key?

Visit nearby, to get over Vinturasia.

It was about fifteen minutes after I started exploring.

"Oh, that...?

Liquid protection and Bergrette, who were going down a forest road that was becoming a slope somewhat, discovered a giant shadow that protruded from beyond the wood.

"Castle......, right?

"Sounds like it. We stepped in, that castle...?

It's still far away, and I can't be sure. Beyond the trees, however, soaring in the dark night of the bluebird, it seemed at least not a product of nature, such as giant trees and cliffs.

The place where we walk is also a gentle slope towards its shadows. It's the same terrain as that abandoned castle that was sitting at the end of the slope.

"All right, let's get closer."

"Yes."

That's how I started walking, when it was a while later.

Clams and nearby trees swayed,

"Huh!"

The opponents and the drifters are astonished at the same time and find themselves at the same time.

It was one young male soldier wearing silver armor who came out of the marble.

He asks me like I'm afraid, lowering the tip of the spear I set up.

"... to Lord Belgrette..., Paradel...!?

Even ghosts had the same eyes to see.

but that won't do either. If you try him, the escorts fell into the big hole in the castle and didn't have a tone out for about ten days.

…………

The drift protection was drift protection and had a strange sensation.

Armed in a silver glow. Seeing the emergence of an unthinkable soldier from modern Japan, I realized once again that he was' back 'to Grimcrows.

Belgrette takes a step forward and carefully bows his head.

"Yes, to Lugo Aliumi. Both names Belgrette Fizz Gertillude, I'm back now. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Yes, no, you're safe! Good, it's not important and it's above all!

The understanding finally caught up, the soldier's face broke - and during the bundle, he asks, surprisingly comparing the faces of the drift guards.

"Do... which way is Ozouroy going?

The guerrilla and the girl knight looked at each other unexpectedly. Because I didn't know what a soldier meant by words.

"Mr. Ozouroy said...? What's wrong with you?

Ozuroy Godaric.

He is one of the awesome regular soldiers promoted to the Expeditionary Corps and a dependable working young man, such as a sword that does not lean against a swarm of Dbobiks, or a handkerchief via Dr. Locke, who had fallen in ruins.

Even when Lifeguard and Belgrette were about to fall into that big hole of ruin, they were trying to respond calmly.

"Yeah, no... I heard the guy from Ozouroy fell into a hole with you two too..."

"Huh!? Did Mr. Ozouroy fall too?!?

The young soldier seeped a disheartening colour in his expression, alternating between the driftshield and Belgrette's surprised face.

"Really, didn't you know... That's what Dr. Rockwave asked me. So this is how you two were safe, and I was just wondering if he..."

……

Lifeguard and Belgrette were all nagging.

Reminds me of that interaction in the big hole. It was Ozuroy who managed to pull us up, but after that, you mean even he fell?

(But Mr. Ozuroy, to modern Japan... at least, he didn't come to that park...)

I can't even see what happened to him or anything more than I don't even know the causal relationship between that big hole and the emerald airflow swirling there, and the metastasis phenomenon.

"For the moment… let us inform Lord Amanda of your return alone"

"Yes, shin."

"Yes, I'm sorry to bother you"

Thus Lifeguard and Belgrette walked out after the soldiers.

As we approach the soaring giant shadow we just discovered, its shape gradually becomes clearer. Decaying but prestigious beauty still looked familiar.

"Was it that abandoned castle after all..."

"Right..."

Listening to such conversations between the exiles, the leading soldier looks back.

"Speaking of which... how did you two get here after you fell into the hole?

"Huh? No, well... it seemed like it was connected somewhere out there, thrown out by some awesome far... Finally, it feels like we're back."

"Was it Master Left? Whatever it is, you're safe."

"No, I'm sorry to bother you.... Oh, no, how are the others doing? Like the excavation of the example soul and mind, Prarna?

"Yes, a camp is being set up around the abandoned castle and work is under way to recover the crystallized soul and heart power Prarna. At the same time, we're searching the basement for both of you and Ozouroy."

"Excuse me......"

"Sorry......"

The boy and girl drowned their heads all together.

"No, you don't have to be afraid."

"No, I've been free for days and...,...?

So, there was a question going through the back of the brain of Fujikashi. I'll ask frankly.

"Um, no... what were you doing here?

One line is in the process of excavating the soul and heart power Prarna. This young soldier said the search for the missing street guards is also underneath the castle. If so, what was he himself doing alone in such a place away from the castle?

"... no, that's..."

Either that or it was an intriguing question. but the young soldier even stops the leg he was advancing and frowns seriously.

"... something, was there?

In response to Bergrette's question,

"That's..., what should I say...... I'm sure you know that earlier," The Gods Sneeze "" Humph "happened -"

To the words of such a soldier, the boy and girl returning to Japan became proper again.

"Gods Sneeze". Massive luminescence phenomenon of unknown identity. It looks like thunder at first glance, but without sound, and its luminescent color is blue. Nor do we find regularity, so the gods' whimsical sneeze, or 'sneeze'. but

"... er... was there such a thing?

You two haven't seen it. The light intensity of the phenomenon is considerable, and probably not likely to be missed even in this forest.

"Oh my... didn't you notice? It was quite large, though."

"How long ago?

"Well... was this about twenty minutes ago?"

Seeing the soldier answering while checking his pocket watch, Lifeguard was convinced.

(I see. I guess it happened just before we "came back")

If so, there's no way you two would know. It also matches in time.

"So... no, what the hell is that all about..."

The young soldier silenced himself with a serious look, even showing a bare gesture trying to explain.

"I was... at the behest of Lord Amanda, looking around to see if there was a suspicious figure nearby. There are other soldiers looking around the perimeter of the abandoned castle as well as me. What would you say about that instruction, it was somewhat vague... and I was wondering if you would rather hear it from Lord Amanda than I explain it to you. Yes, I'm almost there. Let's hurry."

As he sidelined his back, which was fast paced, Lifeguard and Belgrette looked at each other.

"Something's going on... sounds pretty sure."

"Right..."

I don't suppose it's something like the danger is imminent around here, not talking about it. He himself was rather confused and could not seem to recover from the state. If so, perhaps we should hear from Amanda along with a report of her return.

They both rush their legs and follow behind the preceding soldiers.

So much so that the natural fence by the trees that were growing to inhibit the destination was abruptly opened. The immense abandoned castle, which stands in decay and grandeur, and the tents and carriages dotted around it jump into view.

Incineration was illuminating the surroundings throughout the square, and a large number of soldiers seemed busy moving as they thought they were working.

It's like the opposite of the lonely and quiet atmosphere on the first night I got to this place. A bright and lively camp stretches out in front of the drifting guardians.

I guess I noticed the three of them coming out of the bush. Immediately, several of the soldiers who were nearby stopped by.

"Oops... Oops! If you think of someone, you two! Are you all right!

"Whoa, is that true!? It's not like this one!

It is God's call, how can you speak from the woods?

Next to the two returning to Japan bowing their heads in awe, one of the older soldiers who had stopped by with the young soldier who had guided us so far began to have a conversation with Hikari.

"No way, I didn't expect to find Lord Belgrette and the others... that was handy"

"No, by total coincidence..."

"So... what do you say? Did you see anyone? I don't even have to ask."

"Yep... I didn't know there was such a person in the depths of this original bob in the first place..."

"Right...... But only just now. Yet, I guess the same thing happened somewhere around there...... I guess it's a prediction. No, I can't believe it while I look at it with my own eyes."

"From the circumstances, it's the same phenomenon that happened at the refe... what is it...?

"Well..."

(Did I mention refe...? What the...?

The word I found out, to the name of my neighbor who somehow popped up, Lifeguard frowned.

What are these two talking about? The soldiers' interest is in something else, more than what they have found.

A strange sight popped into the eye of the drifting shield that I questioned so much. Rather than looking around, I just noticed.

"Damn, are they still making noise and having cancer? Wild horses, they're embarrassed by their guts."

"You just went to see it, too."

Nearby soldiers look away.

A number of tents dotted around the abandoned castle. One of them has an unusual crowd. A silver suit of armor has arrived at the entrance and exit, and one of the magnificent soldiers says, "Go back to your positions!," but it's not as if it's working.

"Paradel, over there."

A young soldier who brought me this far points to exactly that tent.

"Lord Amanda should be in there. And... no, I'm sure you'll be surprised."

"... let's go, Belko"

"Yes."

Nodding together, the two head to that tent early enough. and

"Hey, let me through... Tomorrow, let me through... please, hey! Hino."

Out of the flickering silver, an unreliable white figure popped up.

"Dr. Rock!

"..., eh, to the drifting cum... belle!?

For the first time in roughly ten days, it was Dr. Rock's reunion with Iwami Fai.

"Huh, are you both safe?!?

Liquid protection and Belgrette each bow their heads to the Doctor as he runs to fix his slippery glasses.

"Well, somehow... I'm sorry to bother you."

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

"No, no, I'm glad you look fine... They fell down and even tried to help you, Ozuroy... and I was left alone in that place, and I wondered what was going on..."

"After all, Mr. Ozuroy fell too..."

"... well, he..., you're not with him. But we were both safe. Wake up, I'm sure... So you two fell into that hole until today... how could you?

"... that, what..."

It was a drift protection trying to report that I was quickly lost in Japan,

"I can't believe it. Or is it not the mercy of God?

"This is the first bobble. It could be something I don't know..."

"Yep, to tell you to go back to your place...!

Hi, the example tent right in front of me is noisy. Without noticing the returning stream guards, the soldiers are dense at the entrance and exit in a restless manner.

"Doctor, this... what's all the fuss?

"Oh...... actually. It was about half an hour ago."

I heard from Dr. Locke. The drift shelter jumped into the tent without one or two.

The soldiers, pushed together by the monstrous power exerted in the other world, can be summed up.

"Me, you, and Sakuragiri Yukizaki..."

There's been some accusations. I'm surprised they noticed the return of the missing guerrillas.

'I think I know that a tremendous' sneeze of the gods' just happened... but at the same time, it just suddenly appeared '

Soldiers make a scene, but drift protection is not the place to be.

"She's a pretty girl with long dark hair in a blazer uniform. If you think you suddenly show up in front of the entrance and exit of the castle, you can't just fall in. I still can't wake up."

Beside The Person, carefully laid in the tent, was Amanda Aide, who led the regiment. That's right, Girl Jie also calls out the name of Refuge with a surprise face, but the boy at the time didn't even hear that.

'I'm in uniform, so I also thought if I looked at the student notebook, I might know the name... unfortunately I don't seem to have it. Wait for me to wake up for now and listen to me, I don't know where who I am... for sure, I'm Japanese'

- No. I get it. I know who it is, Doctor.

Nor do those words speak as voices.

The center of the tent. Sleep on the cloth, that girl.

A blue blazer and a boxed pleated skirt of the same colour packed above knee length. Long, clean dark hair, spread out and laid on the back. An adorable face, even neat compared to a woman of her age, whose sleeping face is never inferior to the beauties of this world.

"……………………… colourful flowers"

Arishi shielded the name of a childhood friend girl who sleeps in front of her, small - just small, squeaky.