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

With Mia and Shalom, the guerrilla boy leaves behind his childhood friend's sleeping room.

"Lugo, are you free now?

"No, I have some errands for Dr. Locke."

Right up there, looking up at the second floor of the building, Mia nodded lonely.

"When it's time for dinner, I'll call Mia's room from here. Today was definitely the day the mangal pudding came out. I'm gonna eat it till it's out of stock. By the time you get there, you'll be hungry enough."

"Ugh, yeah! Copy that! See you later!

Mia flies out and runs under the cold sky with Tetete. Sometimes winter arrives in earnest, and he weaves a large fur coat over his uniform. Looking behind it like it was being worn on clothes, Shalom broke his cheek.

"Mr. Mia is kind of, let's hope it heals you to watch. You're smiling."

"You must be, you must be"

Mia plays full of eyes these days when she plays, and works hard on her studies. In the most recent ranking announcement, he won thirty-first place, the highest ever. This ranking at the College of Midir, where the eggs of more than three hundred chancers, Magee, are gathered, can be considered a fairly outstanding category. Positionally, Mia's predominant drift protection was also nostalgic. I feel totally like a parent idiot.

Mia, who is often still swamped and skipped, but that makes me smile. All you have to do is try harder, little by little. I am a parent idiot.

"It's small and adorable, and wouldn't a boy leave you alone?

"Well, I'll throw him like that."

…………

Somehow they looked at me like, "Wow..."

up the stairs of the research building with such Shalom,

"Whoa, you're here. You're here. Both of you."

A huge pile of paper bundles piled up at the desk. Face to face with Dr. Locke who even looks buried in it.

"Everyone. Steady... whenever you look at it, it's a hell of a lot... Still, isn't it increasing again?"

"Ha. All of this is worth doing."

Across the mountain range made of paper, the gray-haired researcher laughed so.

A huge number of pieces of paper, paper, piled up on desks and floors. All of this was material for a new study, begun by bringing back the crystallized soul and heart, Prarna.

What would happen if you took it out of the original Bo... the solid soul and mind power of Prarna, but its nature is...

First, in the case of small, palm-sized crystals, it was said that they had decreased slightly so that snow and ice could be dissolved and disappeared in about half a day.

In larger crystals, it also takes longer to disappear. Simply found that the bigger it was, the longer it would take to evaporate as well.

"Uh... Dr. Rock said it was' circulation '..."

Interestingly, Shalom utters the word.

If the crystallized soul and mind "Prarna" is brought out of the original bob, it will, in principle, be fogged and disappeared into the atmosphere. As the previous analogy suggests, snow and ice can be dissolved naturally, but only once….

But 'it's not actually disappearing,' the Doctor figured it out early.

The high purity soul and heart force (Pralna) that flies out into the atmosphere once again combines in the air and sinks downward. As a result, they also fuse in a form that is absorbed into a mass.

This phenomenon will be constantly repeated, but in the process, the soul and heart power Prarna will be diminished, dispersed slightly into the atmosphere. In that way, eventually it follows the end road of complete evaporation.

I have now heard that I am trying to fully preserve by sealing and sealing soul and mind "Pralna" crystals in sealed and protective containers and eliminating escape.

It's still a trial and error phase, but theoretically, if we can artificially build the same environment as that abandoned castle, we should be able to prevent the disappearance of crystals. If we were to succeed in this and gradually miniaturize it, it would finally be possible to incorporate it into various tools and apply it - but

"When I seal it, the trapped crystal collapses into a gutter and turns into a dull amber. When this happens, you seem to lose your power. This was no different with the sealing technique or the protective technique, either of which was applied to the box. It doesn't make much difference if it's just an untreated box."

"Uhm... already... that's it"

To his astonishment Shalom, the Doctor nods and continues.

"Now that I know I can't seal it completely, I've tried to create a small air hole as one of my measures... this is what I'm gonna do."

Following the doctor's gaze, a milky white crystal tucked into the glass case was placed on the side shelf. The size is about one turn smaller than the fist. On the side of the box, there are countless small holes.

"The status quo. Now, the appearance and weight have not changed at all. Ma, I don't know what happens after time from here, so I need to keep an eye on it... I guess I'm up all night today. If this works, we'll have to optimize the number of air holes. Once we have some perspective, we need to apply the same procedure to the castle vault."

"Ha ha... that's a teacher. In that way...... Still, you're moving forward with horrible speed..."

"No, no. If I was guzzling, I'd lose all the crystals I'd recovered because of it. At this moment, we're still losing in our current progression. As soon as possible, we need to first establish a way to reduce consumption."

The soul and heart of the crystal brought back, Prarna, is only a fraction if you consider the scale of that abandoned castle, but it still extends to a huge amount. Everything doesn't evaporate easily. Calculatively, he said it should last nearly two years without having to do anything. but I can't stay long enough.

... By the way, all this talk of soul and heart strength "Prarna" fogging and joining together again has its edge on Dr. Rock's "hypothesis".

Naturally, there are no environments that allow us to analyze them in detail, so we have to come up with bold hypotheses and overlap primitive validation in the absence of instruments or anything.

(Really, I'll do it well... It's a distracting story………………)

... Immediately after the drifting shield returned to this other world with Belgrette and the colorful flowers became lost. Reminds me of the interaction I had with the Doctor.

The original Bobo, its center. Square overlooking the decaying castle right beside it, behind the tent.

Calm down and listen, and preface.

"I fell into that hole and when I realized I was in Japan," he said.

Iwawave Fai, so told by the drift shield, was just as rigid as plenty of five seconds.

Then, while the appearance of colorful flowers makes it difficult for the flower protection to calm itself down, slowly… explain it in order.

That the destination of the transfer was my own home. That I spent some time back at home. About the mysterious person who sent me the e-mail. That I was moved as directed and returned to this place again......

Finished listening to him scratch the gist, the Doctor circles his neck like a rusty machine. With an unprecedented stunned glance, he gazed at the decaying giant castle that soared to the present day.

"... well..."

A drifting shield who felt something unpleasant in the whined word and open eyes reflexively hands on the Doctor's shoulder.

"Wait, wait, Doctor. Let's jump into the hole, haven't you thought about it...?

"Ha. Ha... I just don't think so, just... You must have fallen into a hole just like the rest of you, Ozuroy, you weren't there, were you? It must be dangerous to jump into darkness..."

Liquid shield to take his hands off his shoulders when he heard the words, but Iwawave Fai's eyes were fixed on the castle as if he had been fascinated by something.

... I can't even do it. The dream of returning to modern Japan, which has been pursued for fourteen years. Because there's a place right there that might make it possible.

"But... I'm still curious about the person who... emailed me"

Turning his back to the castle to sever the temptation, the Doctor roars in arms.

"… it was the person who brought the shield kung fu into this world again…"

"Yeah. I mean, I think he could use the" Oracle, "a divine chant that allows movement between worlds..." But... "

A theory denied to Belgrette that the scale was too large to be realistic. In fact, if that's all you can imitate, the soul and mind you consume, Prarna, should also be enormous. It's hard to believe that such a great technique can be exercised in a world called Earth, where that girl knight can no longer summon one decent stream of water. Preaching the idea of becoming a shield,

"... I wonder"

Pushing up the frame of glasses with his fingers, the Doctor shrugs.

"There is only a handful of common sense in the Divine Chant" Oracle "that we all know. In the first place, I don't even know what the Divine Chant Oracle itself is. The person... may have some incredible powers and laws that we can't even imagine."

I guess I tried to calm you down. The Doctor takes the cigarette out of his inner pocket in white and tries to light it with a match - but it doesn't work very well. My fingers were trembling in small pieces. Eventually he gives up and puts it in his chest pocket to frustration.

"... it's just a guess... the person... for now, shall we say 'he'? Well, maybe 'she', but for now. I'll put aside one such part of how that 'he' knew about the trends of the drifting kung fu. That might also be the part that can be explained in the Divine Chant Oracle. What bothers me is how 'he' behaves. Why have you communicated the means to cross to Grimcrows again until you reveal your existence? No way, it's not just a favor."

"... that guy... that 'he' himself wanted to bring us back into this world?

I intend to return to this other world of my own free will, but does that also mean that 'he' is as calculated?

"I think I do, too. It was an unexpected event for him that you went to Japan. So I intervened and pulled you back here. And if that's right - this assumption surfaces."

As a guess, but Iwawave Fai affirms.

"Six months ago... I was lost in this world when I noticed the driftshield cum that came out of your use, the" first "transworld transfer. It was also done by his hands."

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While the drift guard is out of line, the Doctor continues.

"Then perhaps... it's the same thing that stood in this world the moment I opened my college lab door fourteen years ago. In other words, we were led to this Grimcrow by the hands of 'he'... and in a bad way, we've been abducted."

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Too many things happened at once, and I hadn't thought that far.

Yes, he can bring himself back here. Then you can even 'bring him in first'.

"... then, Sakuragiri too...?

You will still be struggling in minisca witch outfits in distant exotic lands, think of the girl in your hometown.

"Probably..."

"... wait... if so... what's the purpose, we...!?

"I don't know that. But... well, I and the three of them, for example, have left something called 'Quite the Result' in this world."

Arishi Current Protection, which has had many battles and has become a guerrilla. As a leader in the study of Divine Chanting "Oracle", Iwawave Fai became an indispensable discerner in Raindeer. Sakuragiri Yukizaki, who was celebrated by "The Witch of the Divine Realm" and is now supporting the refe.

"The purpose may be to put modern people into this world to encourage the development of culture… I just don't know why we did it... well, I don't know..."

Strong. The Doctor's fine arm trembled and his little fist gripped.

"... 'I'm here'. To be sure, someone brought us into this world. It's not a strange phenomenon or an unlucky accident. Someone did it artificially. Just figured this out... not in the fourteen years before, great progress"

The Doctor's voice was trembling, helplessly.

"I'll get you. If we proceed with the research, the time may soon come to reach 'him' in some way. Then I'll ask you a question. Why did you lead us into this world? Everything... wash up, I'll make you throw up."

It was a monologue with a quiet angry sentiment, unusual for a man named Iwawave Fai.

Even if I could jump into a hole in the basement of the castle right now and go back to my hometown, I might be 'brought back', just like Stream Protection.

Having thought of it that way, Dr. Locke chose a seemingly far-flung path of advancing his research and fleshing out to the presence of 'him'.

If the identity of the metastatic phenomenon is the Divine Chant "Oracle," then I will explain that I am a leader in the study of Divine Chant "Oracle". We will then approach the user and ask him about the matter.

It was the will that I had done for fourteen years, my insistence as a researcher.