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

"Hey, it's been yesterday, boy."

"Nah..."

Waving casually. Mertina Snow shows up like nothing and talks like nothing.

Liquid shielding just goes out of line.

With a body chased with total force from a nation called Badalnois, the dare to appear dignified in the royal capital at midday, even though he had just played all those big stands.

"You... what are you doing, here"

The words that came out of the mouth of the drift shield also became somewhat out of the way.

I thought I would have escaped so far away. I can't help it. but

"It's settled, isn't it? I'm here to participate in the Holy Ceremony Palezza. It was just held in a church near here."

Even a fugitive who said so naturally. Speaking of drift protection, two sentences did not succeed. Indeed, earlier, I thought about it. I wonder if she's praying somewhere by now, too.

But I don't think that's the heart of Badalnoise, with the rest of the people.

"But you can't, I can't forgive you. More importantly, I didn't know Anthropologie was partitioning the progression. It's blasphemy against Cure Renaissance. Which side are you lowering to speak of congratulations? I couldn't stand it, I shot him."

"... I shot him,"

With that chilly sitting eye and index finger waving trick, the boy understood.

"Something seemed to have ended sooner than time... you mean because of you"

"Ha, I guess so"

Referring to the lightly affirmed Mertina, Liquid Protection inquired with care around her.

"Maybe Lenore's here too...?

"No, I'm alone."

while denying it in an instantly casual tone.

"So... what are you doing here?

A flickering, sharp-eyed Mertina flies her gaze without concealing hostility.

"Len told you guys. Go home to Raindeer."

"Ren... you called yesterday. You mean Lenore."

"That's right. So, why are you here? It doesn't look like we're going home. It even looks like a relaxing walk, huh?

To a windy opponent such as, of course, listening to ourselves and arguing against the boy.

"Go home, or something. You're not going home honestly. By and large -"

"Oh, wait, wait"

Blocked by a mild tone, Mertina has always pointed her right index finger at the drift shield. Just like pointing fingers.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you. Don't argue with me. I am not willing to listen to you. [M] 'Cause you don't know who's blowing you into what."

"Huh?"

It was the moment I frowned.

Bachun, and a shock that can be played at the foot of the drift protection. The powdered snow that was piling on the ground dances. Meltina's fingertips were pointed near the toe of the drift protection.

It's like -, intimidating shooting with guns.

"Answer the question only. Want to go home?

"You're not leaving."

"You're so strong. I saw it yesterday and I don't even think I understand my situation right now... Then I'll force you to go home, won't I?

"Ah? How do you do that?"

The words did not return. Meltina's fingertips, which were pointed at the foot of the drift shield, are all the way up.

The tip shown is between the frowns of the fluid shield. What is emitted from that white, thin index finger along with the light firing noise - an ice bullet.

Zine, and the hard sounds wooden spirits into a narrow empty space. It was the sound of drift protection preventing the blow with its armor.

It is Mertina who opens her eyes of silver. In contrast to her like that, Lifeguard strips her teeth and laughs at her.

"I can see it. No, well, that's an excuse. Yesterday, for a reason, I couldn't do everything I could."

It was a drift protection that controlled Edvin who tried to mention that in the morning meeting, but it's true.

That was yesterday today. I removed all the power lists before I went out to avoid stepping on the same lines. A pure white 'penta' surprises you with a provocative laugh.

"I'm sorry about the translation."

By the way, there are weaknesses in Arima current protection that cannot be cured.

"Actually, I'm stronger than you, aren't I? You want to give it a try?

That is, short minded to the outside. age-appropriate youthfulness, shall we say?

As an indication of the battle posture, the drift guard takes off the gloves for cold protection that cover both hands.

"... oh, this is so smiling. - Just about prevented one shot... Or someone who's easy to get on with?

"Misunderstood that I was stronger or something by hitting the Maghre, and go home with your eyes from above. Not as good as the guy who tells you to go home."

The place was filled with silence.

What floats on Mertina's bright white face is a smile that should even be hailed as half a laugh.

"... the next time I noticed, it was on the bedside of the clinic. Do you prefer that development?

"Huh? This, get on well......,"

Rebuttal, the drift shield noticed abnormality.

- It's shining. Ice and snow 'Penta', nestled in the middle of a murderous vacant land. Around it, something is sparkling and indiscriminately reflecting. It even looked like a comic effect emanating from herself. but it can't be that way either.

Diamond dust.

That, too, is spontaneously happening to her.

――――

Reminds me again.

"Assuming... that she and I would ever be in direct opposition -"

"It's too late at that point, think."

That advice Ohmzorf told me.

"Unmomentarily" Nornzait ".

Those two names were given to the enemy by not even giving them time to mark.

It embodies exactly that, but as it were.

The ice grain, which was scattered and brilliant in the hollow, instantly turned into a bullet and arrived looking to protect it. I can't really figure out the exact number at the moment. One hundred or two hundred? As it is, the view is white when the other reproduction occurs.

(Coming... - Yes!

Concurrent with the recognition of drift protection. A shotgun storm showered directly from the front explodes sounding bashar and deaf. The small but overwhelming number of violence was a testament to the indiscriminate shelling. White whites swallowing winding grounds. get up. It was as though it were real nitrous or landed smoke,

"Nah......!

It was Martina Snow who leaked her surprise voice here.

"... Ugh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

Just peek into your eyes from the gap between your arms raised on the upper level, standing deeper and deeper. The out-of-tolerance driftshield made him laugh invincibly.

"... down, no...? Oh no, shrink like a turtle... that's all, my technique...?

"You wouldn't be surprised. It's a clean defense."

To the 'penta' of the eye that sees the incredible, the fighting boy says it well.

Round your back and protect your head and torso with the caged hands of your raised arms.

From yesterday's first battle, I knew they were coming for steeples and midlines dotted on the human body. Although the aim was unparalleled, as a karate family, drift protection could have been more reliably prevented from knowing the location of the steeple. Consolidate your defenses, advance one step forward in anticipation of the moment of landing and steer clear of the steeple.

(Oh, my God, that hurts... hey...!)

Nevertheless, thighs who are not flattered by the protection of their protective equipment have been shot firmly. Moving aggressively and shifting the target, the bumps are the deviation, but the painful ones are painful. but endure there in temper. I never even give it to my expression.

If I knew I was coming, I'd be stomped. I can stand eating up my teeth.

What is at stake is an attack that flies out of consciousness. It is the iron rule of martial arts. However,

(I'm getting a direct hit of low or calf. Try it. If I've taken many shots, I'll get hit in the leg. Fast forward......!

The power of a single shot is the strength of the 'degree' by which Grimcrows humans can easily faint. It can be said to be low if it is used as a drift shield, but the quantity is off the digits. Speed and range are also overwhelming and can be considered impossible to avoid completely. If it were an instantaneous range of attacks, even that dino would outnumber it.

A typical long-range chanter, Magee, but at its peak.

If you keep getting hit and your leg stops, all you have to do is get shot. If that happens, we're done.

Previously, the same has been true for many chanteers, Magee, but the method of warfare of Arima Current Protection is still determined in principle.

"Huh!"

Scattered with snow smoke, the flesh thin of the moment.

In terms of "not letting time engrave," you are not losing as a drift guard.

Meltina has turned an obvious startling glance at the boy who instantly packed a distance of five meters with a large strand.

(- Got it!

A blow from a sudden approach. Simple and lucid, the golden pattern that has captured so many wins so far. If the other guy was a guy, I'd almost end up punching him in the nose column, but that's just what the younger female opponent hesitated to do.

Bend in as you rotate your body sideways, moving to the right surface kick where you mow your feet off. but

……

What stunned me here was drift protection.

No response.

There is only a thin pile of powdered snow scattered on the ground without conveying any feeling on the twisted legs.

Meltina had taken a quick step back and had a blow.

It's like dancing gracefully, lightly. Length dress skirt hem glides gently.

(You avoided my kick...!?

In the flowing ears that pushed and killed the inner surprise but stood up to move into further pursuit,

"Thought?

Quiet, cold voice arrives.

"As long as you get close, you can beat me. Did you think so?

Cancer, and driftshield vision shifted.

――――――

It was the temples on the left that felt the heat. A bouncing impact propagates all over the body, and the five bodies lean about.

(Huh, what...!?

Bullets to the human steeple. In addition, an unrecognizable blow causes the fluid shield's body to fall undeniably. That's what I thought. I can stand it if I know. But the attack from the unconscious is dangerous.

"Kaha......!

The drift shield rests on the cold snow with its right hand and painfully refuses to go down.

"Hey, boy. I... I'm trying to get you to go home as peacefully as possible because it's Len's request."

The white woman's voice looking down became colder and lower.

"Nothing... you're home, 'you can decide what you want'?

I didn't miss it this time.

Mertina moves her index finger slightly from bottom to top. Immediately afterwards, cold air concentrates with the kachikachi under the jaw of the flowing guard.

"Whoa!?

From the bottom up, as I glanced at the movement of her fingers. It was the ice bullet that flew in a straight line that blurred the nose tip of the drifting shield against the shrimp. It disappears to heights to be swallowed by cloudy sky.

That doesn't end there.

Meltina dances.

Supple wiggling arms to fingertips, and legs to toes of shoes. From each tip, brilliant white ice bullets are fired one after the other.

"... Huh!

The drift shield peeled off his eyes.

Sometimes, like the cannon Straight, the blow is perceived as a firearm.

This' penta 'now made its metaphor a reality.

Hands and feet dancing to Wanli, frozen bullets shot up its extension. Needless to say, the length of the range does not have the 'force' to beat you straight up while standing nearby, thus also creating no noticeable gaps.

"Huh!"

Flow protection leaning down the neck in haste, several strips of trajectory through the thin skin. Tune, cuin and noisy wind-cut sounds shake the eardrum.

(The power..., it's going up!

Mertina's limbs, which were supposed to be luxurious, were no longer frightening shells. White flashes flying from all directions to match the elegant ring dance song Rondo.

……

Liquid protection, which remained bent, is almost forced to cope with the buttocks on. The hard ice bullets are knocked into the ground and the stone walls around them.

Because of the increased power, they are decided without becoming bouncing bullets. Similar to a pistol, its sound is too destructive,

"Gu!"

If taken decently by caged hands, the weight not comparable to the first shot shook my arm.

(I see, this sister......!

I look up to the 'penta', which is rambling as I look down coolly, and the drift protection feels real.

Yesterday, and until just now.

Whatever the circumstances were, Mertina didn't show her full strength again, either. More bullet power. A sharp standaround that doesn't draw enemies even in the near future.

It's 'Melee by Shooting'.

You mean without falsehood in its strength, which once left 14,000 traitors? No matter how driftshielded, they weren't so sweet an opponent that just getting close would confirm the win.

Using both hands and legs, the drift protection rolls around as if it were an animal and focuses on avoiding it.

"Hehe. Look, what's going on? If you get jittery like a frog while sitting around and it's not cool -"

"Oops!

Sewing between the pouring shots, the drift protection moved.

Place your hands on the ground and turn aside. Momentum turned both legs. The toe of the horizontal giraffe targets the jaw tip of Mertina like a gear as it wraps around the snow smoke.

"Huh!?

She exhales. She is forced to turn back and dodge a direct hit. White silver hair. Interrupting bullet storm.

On the other hand, the flow shield remained in a lateral rolling motion and succeeded in standing up.

"A frog suddenly startles me to fly"

Ni laughed and rebuilt, never forgetting to return the provocation.

"... right... but I see it all the time"

The kick was blurry, or Mertina groans coldly as she strokes her own "Oodle".

"I got hit by a carriage, and I got a thinner frog on the side of the road. When it gets warm, you'll see it there often."

In between for about two legs with a large strand.

Meltina stands quietly with no expression on her face. tonnes and a faint footing behavior. I'm sure. A blow to the jaw sounds on the leg or not. She knows. The phenomenon of concussion, which is not commonly known in this world.

Liquid protection was a no-guard feeling, while I was rethinking my mind.

(I didn't say anything about the other woman...)

I heard he was a Ranged Specialist, but that's not all. Melee warfare is also terribly handy.

I wanted to avoid knocking in a direct blow if possible, but not the other way around.

(Tsukuba... I can't seem to beat you with a sweet little thought)

In this brief confrontation, the exodus was felt.

Mertina Snow. This albeit aristocratic and glamorous looking woman is used to it. From its noble appearance it is unimaginable… to the point of anomaly, it has led to an act of combat.

(Is it obvious...)

If you're sure of what I heard, I spent about nine months running around Badalnoise, which turned into a land of war, at the age of 11.

A real war, experienced as a girl with a lot of feelings. It would have been too harsh an experience. How amazing these days have been.

In terms of real-life experience, first of all, it does not extend far, such as drift protection.

"It's Mr. Mertina. You..."

"Uh. Look, I told you. Don't argue."

"Aim for the steeple. You're good."

The transcendent of ice and snow, who tried to lay it on, stopped the words pitarily.

Somewhat,

"... you're the one who seems to know. the brittle parts of a person."

Just a little. With her eyes narrowed just a little more intriguingly, she breaks her mouth.

"Sort of. I grew up scattered since I was a kid. I'm pretty sure you know where people fall."

"Hmm. I don't know what kind of education you got, but that's a mess."

"Well said. I had a learning environment. The wisdom of my ancestors - and some of my masters taught me."

It is only natural that the fighters, the fringe shields of the karate family are familiar with them. On the contrary, in this day and age, a little search on the internet makes it easy for anyone to gain knowledge.

"But you're not. It's our style, isn't it?

At least to the best of our knowledge, there is no such thing as sophisticated martial arts or knowledge in this Grim Crows.

Of course, even combat experts don't know the phenomenon of concussion.

The fact that Mertina - 'Penta', who is supposed to kick his enemies if he just shoots them - understands these independently deserves stunning.

Speaking of which, she flaunted her shoulders like nothing.

"I'm used to it, I'm used to it. While shooting through many and many people, I just realized that there are things that can be easily defeated depending on where you hit them. Where do I shoot through to defeat people more easily? I was just pursuing it. Strange, isn't it? How could the Lord leave so many weaknesses in a person's body... like a puppet junction?

"Ha. Which is the noise..."

The observational eye, which went there only with a pile of combat experience, no longer has to wrap its tongue around it.

So around the idea that 'a real God created man', he's still a resident of Grimcrows.

"Speaking of which, I'm hearing a little from Len. An unscrupulous guerrilla, I guess. Sounds like you're not from around here."

"Sort of."

"Hmm. Nice, yeah. I might be a little interested. Far Exotic Combat Technology"

I felt Meltina's silver eyes sparkle. That's already shitty, curious.

(Ahhh... Damn, she's a seriously nasty sister...)

I was laughing. Together.

It's a joy to share a minor topic, if you like. It was as if I could have talked about comics and movies and games where there was no one else I knew, as if I had met a man of my own accord.

Of course, not now.

As for drifting protection, honestly, it's easier to get insulted by saying, 'Ordinary bones that can't even be done with little technique'.

But from previous developments, it seems to have drawn her interest. If so, you won't be able to expect the chronic mind specific to 'Penta' to be cautious.

Meltina from here must be - 'serious'.

(I'll just have to do it with a bee. Come to think of it, this guy's a chance)

An encounter with Martina Snow, at the core of this incident. If we can secure her here, things could go to a resolution at once.

I almost wanted to hear the story without contention if it was true, but I didn't even intend to give it to them. Lifeguard himself, there was also a desire to clear up yesterday's snowflake.

"By the way, I'm sure you won't get in the way. Because we're isolating this place right now by avoiding people."

"Heh... that's convenient"

"Hehe. Let's have some fun together."

If such a mysterious and beautiful woman told me so, I would be glad to be.

but I was feeling driftshielded.

Cold and cold air, like being thrust down to Naruto without even a glimmer of light. You can't expect anyone's help, absolute zero degree frozen hell.

Now this place has transformed into such a space. The white beauty in front of her made it.

I felt such signs differently.