The man lay down on the collapsing roof of the abandoned fort, anticipating the timing.
The girl in the robe let herself go, at that moment.
Until Jack Lieber, the rays go through.
I didn't need a moment for a man to release his squeezed bowstring.
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That caught my eye, maybe, by chance.
There's a shadow on the roof.
The shadow has a bow.
And now exactly - towards me, I let go of the arrow.
I'm not the only one who noticed.
Neither Phil, nor Rachel.
I understood in an instant.
Now, roughly 0.3 seconds later.
That I'd be shot by an arrow and I'd be dead.
So...
As for them, it must have been an aggressive decision.
He took refuge in me.
Phil and Rachel stood up and tried to be my shield.
So...
As far as I'm concerned, it's a natural decision.
I'll take both of you.
With sprained hands, thrust hard.
In a world of slow motion, two startled expressions burned to the retina.
Arrows looming.
I'll probably die.
If it stays this way.
- [Nesting Permeable Wings]!!!
From the moment I noticed the arrow, just 0.3 seconds later.
A sharp, pointy toe reached my left chest.
But at that moment.
I was wiping out my own mass.
Pushed by the mass of the arrows, I roll down the ground.
But.
All the propulsion given to the arrows is channelled...
My left chest didn't have a scratch on it.
"Ji-kun!!
"Jack!!
The two rush over.
I laughed when I woke up to appeal to Raquel.
"That was fast."
My reflexive spiritual activation speed is the highest record at 0.5 seconds.
But now, roughly 0.3 seconds.
It was a 0.2-second update.
Rachel smiles relieved as she supports my body.
"Not Enough for Ideals Yet"
"I'm surprised..."
Looks like we still have something to learn......
"Shit! That guy!
Phil pointed in the direction the arrow flew in.
Is that the Bandits guy? Did the ambush fail and flee?
And when I saw Phil's fingertips,
I was flashy.
Open your mouth wide and wide.
He was about to swallow a sharp, pointed arrow.
And right after.
With your own hands, profoundly.
An arrow sticks into your mouth.
That depth...... definitely.
To the cerebromedulla, it is reached.
The man lost his temper and fell off the roof.
It's too unusual and puzzling.
It's... suicide.
"... what the hell..."
We stood still.
The moon floating in the night sky... was staring at us without letting us escape.
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By the 'Crimson Cat' crusader that came after that, the abandoned fort was investigated without neighborhood.
The result - with the exception of Vicki, 32 bodies are found.
All causes of death, suicide.
Some were scratching their throats with swords in their hands.
One had struck his head on the wall many times.
Some and some were snapping each other's necks.
Every corpse was destroying itself so much that it became physically impossible to move the body.
Thus - the bandits, the Crimson Cat, were completely destroyed.
It's too suspicious, so my father laid a warrant for this pile of suicide corpses...
As a by-product of this, rumors like this begin to circulate in the alley.
- A boy and a girl, only seven years old, apparently devastated The Crimson Cat.
That's why.
There's a rumor about me and Phil in the capital.
It didn't take long, among other things, until it reached the Royal College of Spiritual Arts.
TO BE CONTINUED TO
Golden Boyhood: Prodigy Gathering Edition