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

All over the city of snow where you can't feel the signs of people.

A thinly dressed man who ignores the season, standing in the middle of a paved road.

A person with a poor face and personality who at first glance does not have any distinguishing exterior characteristics.

Confronted by an orchester constituent, the man who named him Monotra, Edvin was desperate to hold back the upset first.

(Oh, calm down. The scatter bomb didn't work because of the protective gear he was wearing down there...)

And it was odd.

It's obvious to look at Raindeer soldiers and knights, but usually they point their protective gear over their clothes. Naturally.

But this mono tiger is wearing some kind of protective gear under his plain clothes. Without swelling, without making it feel like it. If you look at the sheen peeking through the rips in the abdomen, torn cloth that the scatterbomb hit directly, you're sure to be the first on that point.

But is there such a thin and tough substitute?

Such Edvin's question - will soon be anointed with greater consternation.

"Well, now it's my turn."

Monotra laughed at the distortion, its appearance swelled.

"Nah -!?"

It was close enough to inflate and illuminate. Without a hard, sticking snow pile on the cobblestone, Monotra instantly rushed through a distance of roughly ten miles and fleshed all the way to Edvin.

――

I don't even have time for words.

Just stunned.

It's like having current protection, ridiculous leg strength. And the only thing reminiscent of some guerrilla was its run.

Monotra wields her right fist wide. Strike straight and release. Even that series of operations is the speed of missteps.

There's no way Edvin can avoid such a blow.

"but -!"

Hard impact piercing the left cheek. As momentum stood, 'The Mad Dog' was beaten to pieces.

"Gu, Ha...!

Large letters fall into snow-covered cobblestones as they rotate laterally as they leap.

"Rise a clock and soak it"

A man with a distorted face looked down as he swung through his right arm.

(What, hey, Coy...... Ts...)

With a wobbly head, Edvin manages to circle his thoughts.

The speed you can't imagine from the poor appearance. Strength. Do you also use the technique of physical strengthening? Or is this the strength of the vegetables?

"Todome, I'll do it."

Monotra floats her right leg as she walks over unconstitutionally. Stepping onto a plainly dropped face,

"Noooo!

Edvin rolled around and dodged.

"Oh, can you still move?"

Monotra, gagging and tapping the stone ground on the soles of her feet, laughs unexpectedly but sparingly.

"Ha ha..."

Edvin, on the other hand, managed to get up on one knee as he felt the tingling pain on his cheek - biting the taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

"Oops. I'm gonna kick your ass, brother."

"Heh..."

Indeed, Monotra's fists were not such as could be avoided by Edvin's physical abilities.

But...

(Did I say what..., Telephone punch, or something)

That is the knowledge of body surgery heard from drift protection. That's how they call the fists that are released from the state of pulling their arms and shaking them wide. By the way, it was previously pointed out that that was the case with Edvin himself. I also heard the origin of why it was such a name, but I didn't understand it very well.

'Mad Dog', which I take for granted, such as swinging to punch him, but according to that guerrilla, it's not. Anyway, the gap is huge and it's easy to read.

I hadn't even thought about it in my previous beatings, but since I heard that story, Edvin had also come to be aware, just in case.

(I know it's coming. I managed to 'take it off'...)

It was a monotra that hit me at an overwhelming rate, but at the time I pulled my arms wide, I could predict my fists would fly. I could barely 'take it on my cheek' where I would have ended up being slapped into the nose column if I had been.

'That hurts me where I got hit, especially around the nose and jaw. Worst case scenario, because that's the end of it. Sometimes it's inevitable, forehead or cheek. Prepare yourself, pull your jaw, and somehow take it.'

If you take it in the former, on the contrary, they say you could destroy your opponent's fist. but it is still difficult to consciously receive near your eyes a sense of fear precedes you. naturally became the latter.

Anyway, I can tell you that I could have survived this way, learning the language of such a guerrilla. However,

"Brother, you're used to fighting. That's not easy. But how many more rounds can you stand?"

You're right about Monotra laughing ugly.

Although I managed to get through the blow now, if I got another shot or two, it would be over. The inside of my mouth is cut and the roots of my teeth are suspicious. No wonder my life is crushed next time.

"... Pep"

Edvin, spitting a mixed red spit, grinned at the enemy as he stood up.

"How many more rounds can you stand, huh?

Peel out your dog's teeth and be vicious.

"Are you going to guess, Nasbi bastard?"

It was a provocation without a twist, but it seemed to have worked. Monotra's left and right asymmetrically shaped eyes distort slightly uncomfortably.

"... Damn, it's called 'That Little Girl', calling the person in front of you nasbi... you're not growing up well enough to stop... Damn, I can't understand it. Now I can understand the difference in strength between us."

"Oh, I get it."

Bo, and lit a flame on his right hand,

"My wins don't work!

Tossed. In the near future, a fireball pulls a red tail and flies in a straight line. Its aim is the face of Monotra.

The torso is protected by something unusually thin and stubborn. And perhaps,

(Arms and legs, too)

Monotra fists wrapped in black gloves. I actually felt beaten up, but it's hard. It's too hard. It was like a blunt instrument. Obviously not bare hands.

And as a result, the sound of stomping dropped on the cobblestone. There was a mixture of gaggins and strangely metallic sounds. You look like you're wearing black shoes at first glance, but that's armed like Leggers.

This monotra covers the entire body with metallic protective equipment without neighborhood.

I just find it inexplicable that there are substitutes that can be worn under plain clothes that thin, but other than thinking so.

If so, the only part of it that is clearly exposed.

"Oops."

Monotra crosses his arms in front of his face, preventing a flying mass of flames. The blow sprinkles flashly with firepowder and black smoke and sprinkles into the void.

"... I made it easy for you to understand. Sometimes your brother's a fool who can't help it. - Oh, yeah?

The aftertaste of the fireball disappeared and Monotra glanced back there.

The figure of Edvin, who had confronted him as much as ever, had disappeared without shadow or form.

"Hey...? Did you get away with it?"

Monotra shrugged as she stood on the deserted side of the road.

"Should I praise you for your brilliant retreat, or should I laugh at you for slapping me in the mouth... But I'll do it for nothing anyway, brother."

"Pi" sounded inorganic as Monotra tried to point her fingertips at the neck muscle.

"You... will never get away from me ~"