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

"Ya bei... I'm too weak in writing..."

As he headed to his desk in his own room, Arichi Shield was about to hold his head to his dexterity.

What are you doing?

"The Witch of the Divine Domain" living in the neighboring Lefe Witchcraft Shinto. I received a letter from Sakuragiri Yukizaki informing me of the latest developments, so I was about to write back.

But as a boy who didn't even make much use of cell phone emails, I can't get a pen going.

(On second thought, I've never written a letter properly...)

After the heavenly banquet of example, I had returned it with Belgrette in response to a letter received from Myol, but it was almost she who wrote it. It feels like writing, Belgrette, supervising (just famous), and drifting protection.

After deciding to return to Grimcrows in modern Japan, I thought I would leave a letter with my father, but it also ended up never actually taking a brush because he had returned.

In this world, Japanese is the only language used if we try to protect it, but there are actually many different parts about the letters.

Few words and symbols have ever been used, and reading to gain knowledge as a soldier goes no further than I thought.

In that regard, you don't need to be concerned if your opponent is Sakuragiri. They're the same Japanese people, so you can usually just write in Japanese.

but

(Why is it that when I try to write letters, the lights and the text get weird...)

Write "How are you," you're not a character like me, turn it off, or no, but it's a letter greeting, so I'll try to fix it again.

(Uh, yeah. That's it, there's like a dictate complaint at a time like this. Today, the sun pattern is very good, and the chlorine gives me extraordinary jade juice, and I'm offering a thick onlay... like... Do you know what that Te greeting means to the person who wrote it?

Well, I don't care about that.

When it came to the letter to Sakuragiri, there was one major problem to worry about.

(... what I've been to Japan... after all, should I be informed of this opportunity?

that we have made an unexpected return to our homeland, but have returned to this other world again. That my childhood friend was involved in the metastasis at that time.

If you wrote down these facts, how would Sakuragiri react?

Since his return from Japan, he has had several conversations in correspondence through Diegos and Ladail. On this matter, however, it remained untold.

If you report it, you'll be surprised. I might envy you.

Would you accept that you might be able to go back and be driven by homesickness?

Sakuragiri decided to be prepared to become an important presence in the refe, but it was still based on the premise that "I can't go back to Japan anymore", just like I once was. If you say so, a fixed thought because you gave up your return.

I chose the latter over the balance of modern Japan and Grim Crows, but Sakuragiri doesn't necessarily make the same choice.

Well, we didn't find a way to make sure we returned. Talking may just make you have halfway expectations.

And there's another thing that's distracting.

(There's something about Sakuragiri... nothing came up, is there?)

When I looked it up on my home computer, the information about her didn't hit me. So far, I haven't told anyone about this. Not to Belgrette, not to Dr. Locke.

If you talk to the Doctor, there's a chance you'll get some input. but I couldn't stop.

Because when something turned out against the fact that "I couldn't find any information involving Sakuragiri," I didn't think that would lead to a bright truth.

Besides, I can't deny the possibility that the way the drift protection was examined was just sweet. If so, it only fuels extra anxiety.

Now that I'm back in the other world, I can't even check on the computer again.

(Run, maybe...)

Anyway, I can always inform myself. I decided to move carefully here to see how things were going... and Lifeguard decided not to write anything extra and proceeded with the brush.

The words are dirty, and the content is awkward. As far as I can do it, I pull a letter like the one below, and Lifeguard walks in the school building after school.

When few people entered the quiet library, the man sat in the deep seat.

"Uh-oh, Dr. Digos."

"Lord."

A giant man with his face up from a heavy book responds with his usual grin: "Ni......" They were still fishing for medical-related books.

"Digos is going back to the refeit tomorrow, right?

I didn't mean to.

"Okay, this, please. I could write for once."

"I understand."

When I gave Sakuragiri the letter, the giant man received it and turned to nostalgia.

Something like regret and untrained brings sickles to the mind of the drift guardian.

"Ugh... I figured I'd do something about it"

"What's up?"

"No... I wrote it to write... What's wrong with the content? I never wrote a letter properly, so I couldn't write it well."

"F, if you can tell me how you feel. He'll be glad to hear from the Lord."

"Oh, my God, Dr. Digos, do you know anything about Sakuragiri? You're gonna show it to me."

"Because it's about the woman I love."

"Ooh..."

Strong. Too strong. Why can't you just tell me what a woman you love?

Boys with a full puberty just have to be so wary. Not very much, but I wasn't likely to get fat.

"Once in a while, I talk to Diegos and Ladeil through correspondence, and I don't feel like I need a letter or anything..."

"The exchange in Fumi has a different kind of fun."

"I don't know..."

Polypoli and a scratch-headed driftshield can be said to accompany haphazardly.

"Later, I'm sorry, Digos... the example story is still in Sakuragiri..."

"I get it."

It's about the drift protectors going to Japan, and hence about the colorful flowers. I still wanted to keep this down for now.

"Even so, is this year almost over? It's my first experience if you try it on me... but is this holiday longer than summer..., hmm?

Liquid protection, casually looking out the window just beside him, discovers the person he sees there.

"What's up?"

"No... I thought you were doing well in the cold."

There was Edvin in athletic clothing, running on regular forms through the grass far below his eyes.

"Hmm. Looks like we're gonna do our best."

Digos nodded looking down through the window as well.

Edvin kept running in silence under the cold skies.

This is not what we were talking about yesterday.

If Lifeguard makes a dumbbell made of black dungeon stone, come and borrow your feet. The morning after Dealey's Birthday, when we were all in a floating mood, we were also doing the running as a matter of course. I have been training myself well for roughly six months or more.

"... that's what I'm saying."

Pompous. Like confessing guilt, drifting shelter squeaks with an apologetic mouthful.

"Edvin, you've been doing this and working out ever since I came into this world. To be honest... I didn't think it would last. I thought Edvin was more of a half-baker."

as you have decided. If you so monologue,

"Not even me."

Even my best friend Diegos told me.

"Hey, yeah? You don't have a body or a lid, Dr. Digos..."

"In fact. I was born and raised in a family with no strange fence" clumsiness "or disability, and I also had the gift of just getting into college from the beginning. I don't even know the hard handwriting, you worldless little brat."

"Yes, no, it's not too much, is it?

But it makes sense.

Born in a house of strict knights, Belgrette and Crearia have been drilling daily to become royal guards since childhood. As a clan of assassins, Digos carries a harsh business. Mia was born into a poor farmer but was also sold to her real father, making her unable to live with her family. I'm not sure about Lenore, but at least now he's crossing the border to this distant college, with a sick mother.

Edvin grew up in King's Capital, born in King's Capital. I hear there is nothing wrong with the family. Sing about college life at will, refresh lectures you don't want to take, and if you're off, play around the Wang Capital and Dealey cities. That doesn't mean it's bad. He seems defective, but he is a very common civilian student.

"It's been that way since I got used to it. He suddenly set up a duel on me. I don't know... I don't know what you're doing."

"Ha, you're no different than you were when I..."

"Potatoes"

The gigantic grin deepens.

"Thanks to this, my friendship has expanded. If he had called, there wouldn't have been a college life for me right now. And"

Digos goes on to say it in a tone of certainty, staring with thin eyes at his far-eyed best friend.

"They thought I was half-hearted. Ah, only one of him, never turns... there was something definite"

That? s not put to words, and Lifeguard asks by looking the giant man in the eye. Somehow I can guess, the answer.

"- Longing for strength. Thirsty, I might say."

"... right"

The boy strongly agreed.

Reminds me of a conversation I had with him the morning after Dealey's Birthday, when he exchanged encouraging laundry in the still dim garden.

"Edvin... why do you want to be strong?

In response to that inquiry about drift protection,

'It's just that you're getting stronger. Can't that be all?

It was a very concise, 'seemingly' answer.

With that in mind, I keep training myself in silence.

"Oh well, that's quite an encouragement... how about that, Aliumi. From the Lord."

"Huh?"

"Do you think Edvin can be like the Lord?"

Diegos himself, I know. I know the answer, but I'm asking.

"No... in a physical sense, if... I don't think so"

If you describe it in a Dr. Rock way, it's another creature in Refuge and Edvin. It's different because of the way it's skeletal and muscular. Where Edvin worked out how much, he doesn't get muscle or physical abilities like drift protection. So that Lifeguard can never handle the Divine Chant "Oracle".

"But of course, if you train the martial arts exactly... you'll be able to use it somewhat. Just..."

As a real problem, there are no occasions to show them off.

As a rule, the battle of the chanter Mage begins with the shooting of the art. Not a small percentage of melee fights, but it is also the first to be established with the addition of the Divine Chant "Oracle". Create weapons of attribute, like Bellette and Diegos, or make up for them with physical enhancements in areas as unusual as Dino. Even that Duane showed a body temper similar to the truncated fist track Siegundo, which is a means to beat thunder into the enemy until he gets tired of it.

Though exceptions like Enrocak also existed, there is no such specificity in Edvin.

In the first place, there is no point in fighting with complete apathy or bare hands, like drift protection. They are the chancers, Maggie.

Just as mankind on Earth made tools and went through weapons such as blunt weapons and swords, eventually leading to possession of modern weapons such as firearms and missiles.

The people of Grimcrows went to a method of warfare that allowed them to carry the divine chant Oracle.

It can even be called nonsense, such as encouraging the training of unarmed martial arts' only 'in this world.

"Without it, Edvin is never weak. He also performs well in mock warfare. Bye..."

The thought of the said Digos is obvious.

Edvin is strong.

As for the student category. If you're talking about a fight level. It is assumed that such proviso will be made.

"That's why 'admire', maybe"

Far down, Edvin rolls out his fists in the corner of the school yard. Digos eyes are sweet to watch his best friend like that.

"Admire, or"

I don't rely on surgery, I want to be like Geisserius or driftshield. A vision of strength, until it is too pure.

I'm sure that's enough for you to hang up....... but.

"Hmm."

Looking down at Edvin, who encourages his own workout, Lifeguard leans his eyebrows against the eight letters.

"What's up?"

"No. Edvin, I hope you're working hard... but I don't think you're having a lot of fun."

'Mad Dog' quietly punches into training with a serious look. "I wish the lectures were as serious as that," said the girls, beginning with Mia, "there is no sweetness or compromise there.

At the same time, however, there is no room or looseness.

This was something I had felt for some time, even as a shield.

For example, the morning after Dealey's Birthday.

As everyone immersed themselves in the aftermath of the festival, Edvin had been running in silently since the early morning. That's good. Later, Bellette and Mia also came and the four of us were interested in the conversation for a while, but he has shown an unsatisfactory bareback and has dispersed early. I felt like I couldn't afford it, like I was stuffed with cutting feathers somewhere.

Of course, that kind of stokedness matters. but it's something I've always been so careless about that makes me short of breath.

……

rather than Edvin himself, I'm sure he realizes.

Even if you keep working out, you can't be like a drift shield, etc. So it doesn't seem fun, I'm typing in to be rushed. Like turning away from that fact. Continuing that behavior, which is somewhat contradictory.

"I don't know... I think there are parts of this that need to be fun."

Otherwise, I haven't been karate for ten years since I was a child.

To the words of such a fighting boy, the assassin with the royal palace nods.

"Hmm, does that make sense? Indeed, as a child, it was fun in itself to master new moves one by one. I'm also glad to have the elders and brothers praise me for growing up like that."

"Uh, yeah, that's right. I know, I know."

Yes. It was a pleasure to be praised by my father and master. They undoubtedly led to great motivation.

Meanwhile, Edvin supposedly started practicing under the influence of drift protection, but the content is complete self flow. No teacher is happy to grow. Stray protection or Digos for him is a goal to be defeated one day. "You're working hard," "you're getting stronger," and so on, but that 'mad dog' can't be happy.

It is not easy to keep drilling silently and even more in the spirit of iron.

(Like him... like Kirihata, a fundamentally different Bakemon. But not as long as it's not. At least, I couldn't...)

Ryozo Kirihata, a modern Japanese samurai. A tough spirit for strength, so much so that I think I may have mistaken the time of birth. I think back to my past self, who was losing to such a man and was about to self-destruct.

Still - this is how Lifeguard continues to wave his fists. Because we have reason to keep fighting.

At first, to protect colorful flowers. And now, to protect everyone around us, including her - life today.

"Protecting" now leads to the strength of current-protection, as can be seen in the letter of current-protection.

(Edvin too, maybe......)

Neither is he special. As for exile protection, I consider myself similar in spiritual terms. The way you think and stay may be more similar than anyone else in this world.

If he finds the elements that will hold him back for drilling strength, nicknamed "The Mad Dog".

(Like me, I can't just do it with my bare hands. But... as for the chanter Magee, it might turn out)

As overlooking his past self, the exodus kept looking at the youth under his eyes.... a bit of a gaze from the top, etc.