The first to react was the accompanying young soldier.
"hey... are you saying!? You!"
"No. You came all the way here to show your face, didn't you? Because of that, I wonder if we could deepen our rapport a little bit - what a wack. Well,"
The captive man laughs as he turns his face toward the shield.
"I can't because I'm scared of this Odysan. - Then I won't say I can't. -"
An obscure silence dominates the square and cold space.
"......................................."
As the drift shield tilted his neck to the side, it sounded crisp and comfortable. Seeing and guessing, two soldiers rush to make a note.
"Shit, you mustn't ride the provocation, Lord Aliumi"
"No, look... just give it to Gohan, right?
"I won't! Even jumping into the Grievance Devil's Nest is foolish! It's too dangerous......!
"No, look, I've been in the original bob, and I've been in the stomach instead of the grudging demon's nest, and hake hake"
"Heh, Your Majesty!
The silver armored soldier leads to the master if he decides he can't stop the flow protection that began to carefully turn his wrist and ankle.
"I see. That's why Lugo is so close, right? With the bratty guy."
"Sort of. He's been saying it to me for a while, so I thought it would be rude to say no."
"Uhm, let's allow it"
The two soldiers groaned, "God," each weakened as if they had a glare.
Gilbert has been offering mobile food to drift protection standing in front of the door by removing the power list.
Good luck.
Its faint eye peeking from the mask is grinning. That already makes sense.
I don't know, like this. This man was also, after all, the Silver Legion Squad Silverios.
"Ha, that sounds like fun, Mr. Gilbert... Good luck again. I'm hungry over there. I'll just give you a gohan to the cute, sawy Ojisan."
If you answer that while receiving food,
"You did, this is rude"
The assassin also deliberately drips his head and steps back like a competent butler. One of the attentive soldiers took out the key and approached the door.
"... I have no choice. I'll unlock it more than this... but never, for a moment, keep an eye out of his every move. Please act with great care. If I give him the food, immediately... don't turn your back on him, retreat."
He continues to gaze carefully at the bratty behind the cage, as if to set his own example.
You treat me like a beast.
"He's more dangerous than that. I'm trapped in this sealed room, yet."
The other soldier was poking his spear tip over the iron lattice to Bratty. It would be pointless to set up such a thing over a strict hut, but I guess the anxious mood is making it so.
"You know what I mean!? If it's a strange imitation..."
"I know, I know."
A heavy noise sounded and the iron door opened.
Bratty is immovable while sitting on the bed. There is no indication of slight movement.
The drift shelter takes a step forward and steps into the cell. A rough white ice stretched out on the floor made a noise with a zali behind his boot. At the same time, air resembling a beast odor sticks around my nose.
Behind you comes the vibration of the door closing, and the place fills with silence.
Once again, the cold increased.
In a large rectangular cell, two men. Prisoners sitting in the deepest bed and guerrillas standing in front of the door.
"Welcome. Hey, it's bad in a room with nothing. Bowya."
"Oh, I don't mind. I think it's a little too cold."
"My attributes are ice. It's gonna stick and leak. Oh, don't worry about it."
And step by step, the drift shield goes to Bratty's.
but when I reached as far inside the room, I largely stopped that leg.
"What's wrong with you? Bowya."
Every action of the other person, as if they are enjoying all of it. I can see the mouth angle hidden under the stretched beard hanging nasty.
"You've come so far, you're scared... you're not gonna say anything, are you?
It was in the center of the room that the drift protection stopped. There are still about five meters to the bratty sitting at the deepest end of the spectrum.
But in that position, the drift shield put the portable food it had horizontally toward the target.
"What's wrong with you? Are you afraid of the limits?
Low, then somewhere sweet, inviting voice. The guerrillas also return with a thin grin to prisoners like talking to little children.
"What am I mistaken for? That's the one who said we should deepen our rapport. I've come this far. Then why don't you just walk over here, just like you did? That's what makes us equal. Well, nothing."
Shake the dried meat in your hand and let the boy snort.
"If you're afraid to come near me, I'm not saying you can't."
Soldiers groan outside the net. Meanwhile, kings and gilbeings were pushing laughter to death. And so is the provoked bratty.
"... Fine. Really good."
For the first time here, the prisoner stood up.
"I'm sorry if I didn't mind. Why don't we go pick it up?"
Chains connected to those limbs make jalapenous noises.
How tall is Bratty standing on both feet? He is slightly lower than King Aldia and has no conspicuously developed musculoskeletal bones. But if you try to protect him, he's still a huge giant.
Its appearance is somewhat powerful, yet it looks like a mannequin assembled in steel. Then I had a distorted impression because my arms were strangely long. Gilbert had poisoned the "monkey at hand" earlier, but that would be precisely because of this characteristic.
Whatever they are, driftshields can't help but look at their faces.
"... why are you smelling like a bin..."
Underwear in thin dirty prisoner clothes, worn by semi-naked bratties. The groin area was swollen from the inside out.
From outside the cell, a giggling Gilbert voice arrives.
"Whoa, guerrilla lord. The man...... young and old, equally 'handsome couch'. Attention."
"Yep..."
It was too late for advice.
Then the rubbing metal of the chain continues.
Bratty walked out slowly.
Step barefoot on thinly stretched white ice, with bracketed shackles as shackles and unexpectedly powerful footsteps.
Blood-running blue eyes. A mouth that laughs at the peeling out of the yellowish tooth row as well. Lower abdomen raised without shame. Its unusually extreme wind had a mixture of force and creeps that even the big man was likely to escape. Its appearance surrounding the iron shackles is precisely the expression 'sealed monster' that tightens.
Slow as a puzzle. But because of its long body, in just a few steps, it reaches under the shield - just before.
"Whoa, I slipped."
The prisoner's words were too white and the events that took place were too violent.
The right leg of the bouncing bratty approaches the head of the shield on the horizontal giraffe.
A toenail that even comes with wind pressure. Chains of shackles that follow and fly after. An iron sphere about twenty centimetres in diameter connected to its tip.
Liquid shield attempts these by taking a step back to the big strand and turning the torso further upside down.
momentarily,
Bread and ringing pleasant sounds are repeated in multiple successions.
The stone floor solidified white one after the other in a way that saw the trajectory through which Bratty's kick had passed. The resulting wind pressure freezes everything.
"Huh."
Unexpected.
Shackled iron spheres that pass late and close to drift protection in the form of being pulled by a massive kick. This wore a slight thickness by wrapping a thin film of ice, the irregularities of which caressed his cheeks roughly.
It's a bullet.
The karate family decides calmly as they see the red splash that bounced into the universe.
Exactly one thin skin, one piece of paper appeared on the back. To the extent that I blushed my cheeks shallow, there is no pain. No damage. Meanwhile, the gap between the opponent who vacated the kick is huge. This is your turn.
Having finished scrutinizing the situation between one bullet's finger, Liquid Protection stepped in with Dan on the ice like a carved scar,
"Oh, I slipped too."
While crushing the ice with the shaft foot, step forcefully on the floor stone, independent of the phenomenon of slipping, etc., and take the lower right circle of your body, Low, to the left leg of Bratty. It is not like restraint. A blow to break, fully hipped and centrifuged. Due to the height difference, it's actually close to the middle.
Gosh, and the hard noise echoes inside the cell.
A lump of ice bursting suddenly into Bretty's left thigh completely prevented him from kicking his drift protection.
It's like, ice feet. I kicked a chunk of iron on it, but it shocked me every now and then.
(Prevent... Damn it!
Sharpened, flying fragments of ice dance through the universe.
Nearly in time. Take a blow to both sides, and the remnants of brilliant white ice scatter between them.
"- Huh"
And I saw the drift protection.
Countless shards of ice splashed in the air - faintly louder and sharper as they make a piki noise.
It was just a grain. It was like a grain.
The opponent is' Penta '. Must be an easy art. What will happen to those other than the surgeon if those with pointy shapes ramble through this chamber at the same time?
The drift shield moved faster than I could think of a conclusion. He grips with an exaggerated gesture to wave his left hand, and the moment Bratty's blue eyes are sucked up to you, he releases his own torso to the right of a blind spot lumbar reservoir.
"- Colour."
The prisoner noticed immediately after his right hand was perfectly stopped beside the beard surface.
"Duh, duh, duh."
Ni, and tearing the edge of his mouth.
Let the dried meat caught between the right hand and its fingers shake loosely.
"Ho ho. Thank you very much."
Bratty, who laughed showing her yellow teeth as powdery pieces of ice danced into pieces, honestly received it.
One beat while Sin.
Keep your back to each other properly, and the flow protection goes to the entrance and exit doors. Bratty walks to the back bed.
It was at almost the exact same time that the guerrillas left the cell and the prisoner sat back in bed again.
"Bu, Bratty... Ki, Ki, you ~"
You finally returned to me here, one of the soldiers trembles his voice and body.
"You're so angry. He slipped."
"I wonder if you can slip yourself with the ice you produce!
With such an exchange sidelined, the other young soldier also rushes to lock the door.
King Aldia cut out satisfactorily as he pounded the shoulder of his returning stream guard.
"Mm-hmm. I've slipped a little bit, but we're not hurt to each other. Most importantly. Haven't we gotten along a lot? Come on, let's get down to business, Bratty."
He receives the boring gaze of a prisoner who begins to cheek up food and continues with a slightly more serious face.
"Lately, there have been more reports of assassinations. I'm going to ask you to put it out before it gets too far."
"There's more resentment demons... hey? Are you doing a proper out-of-wall exercise? Isn't the nest crumbling?"
"That's just a little odd. Sometimes a guy who's not supposed to show up can be witnessed in a place like no other."
"Ha. For example?"
"Jamberloch appeared in the valley of Kinid the other week. It just so happens that Barranco stayed in the city. Fortunately, I got nothing."
"Look, that rigid girl. Oh, I'm sorry about the Grievance Devil. So, what's the environment around there? Compared to when I was out there."
"It's not the same as when you found out."
"Then that's certainly odd. The city is sitting in the middle of the plain over there, and the view is too good and there's no water. There's a neighborhood called Crid Street and a city on all sides... and I don't think that big fat ass can make it to the valley without anyone noticing."
"Right?"
Watching such an exchange between a king and a prisoner, Lifeguard asks Gilbert, who refrains from acting like a shadow on the wall.
"Son of a bitch... if I did something, I'd know more about it"
"He's a bandit who once roughed up all over Raindeer. He was a man who survived a harsh outside world between birth and His Majesty's capture. They also have a higher knowledge of the terrain of the wild, the characteristics of the city, and the habitat of the resentful demons than their fellow intellectuals. … although it is a frustrating thing"
"I see..."
"Because the environment in the outside world is still the same fifteen years ago."
It's not just my ability as a 'penta'. King Aldia also buys the experience and knowledge he has developed as a bandit.
…………
Qiushi wiped the cheeks that the iron sphere had just blurred with his hand. The degree to which slight red stains adhere. There's very little bleeding, not enough to call it an injury. But this is nothing more than a sign of misreading.
The insight, the actual power of the war, and the sight of Raindeer that made me guess this trait….
"With such a wacko, when the time comes, please don't."
"Heck, I guess it's no use saying no anyway"
After finishing his meal, Bratty lay down in bed with a raw reply.
"It's Lugo. How'd it go, Bratty?"
A dim passage, lined with cells. The king asks with a thick grin as he turns back the way he came.
"... I don't know, you know..."
After a slightly dissatisfied guerrilla grunt, the king enjoyed himself "whoop," and the assassin beside him snorted intriguingly, "Hmm."
I don't know the bottom of them. If I kept going, I wouldn't know if I could have won. It was a response that included that meaning.
(That bastard......)
At first glance, it also seems to be the end of a stream protection win that inched his right fist first.
But Bratty is' Penta '.
Needless to say, you can freely produce ice, and its control would be perfect. If so, it should have been possible. Not only do we use the fine fragments that were dancing in the air at that time as weapons, but we also use white ice stretched out on floors and walls.
With no body, no lid, Bratty could have attacked Stray Protection while sitting in that bed.
that,
(Normally... he came on a provocation)
I dared to step in between shields and stagger them. He fought on the mound of a martial artist.
…………
That man was drooling with all that cold air and killing in a room with a strict sealing technique.
Naturally, no talisman "Rune" is also applied to the prisoner's clothing. I mean, I should have suppressed my power not to destroy myself with my own technique.
Without any constraint, how much power would it exert in fulfillment if it were free from cages and shackles...
(... I knew... not yet. I, more...)
At the invitation of the guerrillas. Win the heavenly banquet. And I survived that Kirihata Yoshizo Kiribata.
But not yet. We have to be stronger. So close, there was an unknown powerful lurking.
Close friends, and in order to protect their lives with them, the Refugee decided to aim for the strongest. But the journey to the top must be endless. It can never be an easy one.
In this harsh world, there are creatures like powerful men and literal monsters who use their magical powers to the fullest.
Squeeze your fists without knowing.
"Kuk. You've been a good inspiration to my guerrillas. Fine."
"Huh? Beh, there's nothing exciting about it. He's no big deal."
"Right or right. Shit, I just wanted to introduce him to you this time. I just heard about Nihon from you. I don't know how to repay you... but there are these 'hidden balls' in my country..."
"... I see. If I were you, I wouldn't want a hidden ball."
"Fuck, I'm counting on you."
"Something, something"
Up the stairs to the ground floor where dazzling light plunges in, resolutely protesting King Aldia and Gilbert like watching over a child.
- A pile of rubble that collapsed and piled up in the heap "Uzuka".
If you look up, a black shadow that just covers your sight.
One of them descends with tremendous momentum like it peeled off the sky. rocking the earth, winding up sand and dust, and landing at the present time. It is -
As he rose out of bed sounding the chains, a guard soldier standing on the other side of the net skipped his grim gaze.
But that's an event that's no different from wall staining if you try to bratty it. There are accusations. It is not possible that the stare will have any effect on one's spirit or body. A piece of everyday life that doesn't deserve to be conscious, pale past.
"Huh-uh."
Bratty circles his neck as he bites off the stretch.
Well. How long has it been since those three left?
Something like two hours and fifteen minutes to tell from the size of the ice cubes in the corner of the room? Because there was a special payment for thankful food, the belly clock is not a good idea.
I got up to add to it, and I was about to walk out to Kim Dalai, who was rolling in the corner of my cell.
"! Whoa."
I feel blunt pain in my legs and my legs stop unexpectedly.
"... Phew."
I got that little guerrilla kick, it was the left thigh.
Rumors had been heard.
He beat Farvnar to death. He defeated one of the Silver Legion Troops, Silvalios, and he decorated the victory with a heavenly banquet.
According to the daily newspaper, those two names are certain.
(... "Fist Strike" Luckels, "was it)
The end of that staggering. It reminds me of a hammer-like right fist that was inched beside my own face. A fierce murder weapon squirted finger that doesn't look good on a young face.
If they hadn't inched that one and were swinging it out. Fulfilling...
(Nice ~. Fine quality. Excellent meat. It's a prickly lean)
Unexpected, and his genitals stirred up all over heaven.
"Huh..."
I don't mind taking it out and urinating it as if it were gold, but the change in 'length and solidity' changes my mind, and I go off target and splash it onto the walls and floors.
"Hey."
What I heard from behind was a voice I was sick of from the bottom of my heart.
If you turn around while urinating, the guard is staring at you with an abominable face. If you look closely, you are not the soldier that accompanied the kings of Ardia earlier. Looks like he took turns while sleeping alone.
"Be as decent as a piss. You filthy dob bastards."
"Ooh ho."
There are also a variety of soldiers in charge of the number.
but the Raindeer reaction to Bratty is generally determined. Unsurpassed contempt, and unparalleled fear.
Therefore, I pretend not to look. It is rare for anyone to speak to you like this.
I guess the security here is the first. Bratty responds with due respect, having changed that year's assessment of the young soldier to 'more than a stain on the wall'.
"I'm sorry about this."
The yellow parabola drawn from the delicacy froze in an instant with Bakin. makes a crouching, deafening sound and falls one after the other into the talai directly below.
"Now you don't have a honey."
"... I don't know anyone else who insults Oracle as much as you do. At best, you do your best for your country until you rub it off, and you're dying miserably wild. The blame."
"I don't know about that..."
Blurring and trembling her long torso, Bratty shrugged as she pulled up her underwear.
"What?
"Hey lately, I'm dreaming. I was just having the same dream."
Walking toward the bed, he speaks lightly of its contents.
"Sounds like an explosion, this stubborn underground prison is going to be full of holes. The ceiling also collapses all at once, and soldiers and prisoners crumble one after the other. I survive naturally, but I'm surprised to see you up there. The sky visible from the rubble gap... fills that side, a hell of a number of black shadows. One of them fell before Dawn and me..."
Shoulder to shoulder and mouth the end to spare.
"Every time, I wake up there"
"It's ridiculous. It's just a dream. You think this underground prison's gonna collapse?
Naturally, soldiers laugh with their noses. The situation that this' Raindeer Alagne 'in the basement of the castle is disintegrating and the sky is visible above is something that cannot be born unless the Raindeer castle itself has collapsed.
"Is there any chance that the royal castle will collapse? You seem to be able to afford it, and you can see in your dreams that your heart wants to be free from this situation."
"Well, that's the second time."
The soldiers shut their mouths. I guess I didn't know what the returned word meant. Bratty is polite and reworded with a talking argument.
"'Repeat, the phenomenon of dreaming the same dream over and over again' itself. It's the second time in my life. By the way, for the first time, when I was still out there. It's a dream of a big man with red hair showing up and dragging me down after a death fight. I've had the same dream many times, and I've fought the man many times in a certain way, and in the end, I lose and I get dragged. That didn't change the ending."
"It's..."
"Oh, I'm surprised. In reality, when you put the Ardia guy in front of you. The man I've dreamed of so many times just showed up."
Brattie at the time, where curiosity was inspired.
I wonder if I can lose what is known in the world as' Penta ', which I have never suffered before. I wonder if that sight I've dreamed of many times can be fulfilled and real.
"... because the result is this life right now. Don't you think" Second Dream "I've been having lately can't be an outgoing fool either...?
"Don't give me that bullshit. It's impossible that the heavens and the earth will overwhelm this castle. Raindeer's glory is eternal."
"Whoa, that's a dangerous idea. You should read a little book and learn history. There's no such thing as a country that's gonna flourish forever."
"Shut up, blame me. It was a mistake to try to listen to you properly. I see, no one has spoken to you about cancer."
Just saying there's nothing more to talk about, the soldiers turn their backs on Bratty.
"Knock."
Too bad. He also became equivalent to the stain on the wall.
The prisoner also lay in a hard bed without further talk.
It will be clear soon.
Whether that scene, which can be poked many times, ends with a dream that is not enough to take.
... Also, drowsiness pushes me.
Come on, fulfill it, will Castle Raindeer collapse once and for all now? For once, if I may, I would like to clearly worship the identity of that shadow that has descended...
Bratty's consciousness sinks into the pitch-black as it is enveloped.