Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

"X-kun, I haven't been able to connect lately"

When I was up the faucet in the school hand wash and drinking water, she was next door at some point and said it looked boring.

I wipe my mouth with my arms,

'...' Cause it's weird. She's playing with girls all the time. "

"Apparently. I don't know. '

When elementary school is also in high school, a glitch is born a dozen years ago.

In particular, there is a deep-rooted trend towards clearly drawing lines between men and women.

There's some air in the boys that a guy who plays with girls is a weak guy.

Even if not, girls and friendly boys are teased.

That made me sick, and I was only a little, distancing myself from my childhood friend.

'You can't care what you say around you. Are you bored that you can't do it anymore?

'He said he didn't care about anything. Either way, it's just so hard to argue'

"I wish I didn't have to argue"

'You're annoyed what you're not told. They make a fool out of you. "

'... heh?'

"Hey, what's up?"

"No, I thought you were taking care of me."

Recently, she stopped imitating much of television, which was an old habit.

Something grown up?

I feel a little farther away.

That's not just because I took the distance...

It's okay about me, Ma.

"You're not good."

Not really. I can tell you that I have a lot of things, so it's okay. But XX isn't, is he?

× × …… No, I'm talking to my sister at home. "

"In school?

"It's not the same grade. It's weird that your brother's coming all the way to class."

If I were you, I'd be ashamed.

She roared, um, hard.

'Well...... for now, just take care of him. She's a big brother. "

That's what I said, she left.

Mind your own business, even if they say so.

That guy, it's nothing normal, at home.

It's a fragment of a rubbed memory.

I can hear the cicada, about the summer of eleven.

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A mirage, reflecting the landscape on the other side upside down, stretched as it shook through the heavens.

banded high mass atmosphere.

Mirage sword.

As soon as it emerges, the gloomy reality echoes in the fighting arena.

"I'm out - Ew!! Windsor new bunk trump card, Mirage SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! A special attack that knocked down a number of professionals in the early league the other day!! Will this be my first hit -!? '

A mirage sword is waved down relentlessly.

There's only one girl ahead of us.

Silver hair stretched underfoot.

A young appearance that only looks twelve years old at best.

But everyone gathered in this first place of fighting knows.

That weak appearance is a great scam.

The greatest and most powerful title and spiritual king in the world of spiritualists.

A monster who has been defending it for thirty-two years.

As the head of the College of Spiritual Arts, the master ancestor of all spiritualists.

Tula Cleese Eternal Spirit King.

As it stands, he is the most powerful spiritualist in the world.

Dean Cleese did not move as a step forward of the mirage sword to be swung down.

The Mirage Sword is immensely powerful.

I've been fighting Elvis for two and a half years, five degrees since school, and I know that very well.

With most of the moves, I can't even take that sword.

Yet it doesn't move.

I was sitting on the spot in the shower, unarmed.

Sing.

"♪ White clouds floating in the sky upside down ♪"

♪ I've shown my true face ♪

At the same time as the transparent singing sounds.

- Kin, Kin, Kin.

The sound of the metal freezing accidentally mixed, and the mirage sword unraveled.

The aftermath meshed arrives to the audience, but the Dean of the Academy grates, even the floor of the fighting ground is intact.

The immense power of the Mirage Sword was completely dismantled before it could be used.

I can see Elvis' body was stiff.

Consciousness caged inside to analyze the phenomenon in front of us.

I think reflexively too.

Was that, possibly, interfered with by the mirage sword itself?

College Dean's Spiritual Arts - in [Psalms of Purity].

Damn it!

Elvis, who's actually fighting, would know more...!

"You're going to regret it, Ji-kun."

"... If I'd won the last direct showdown, I'd have been number one in the league. If I don't even get caught up in that fucking cheesy feint......!

This Exhibition Match is one of the events held each summer during the interval of the Stage Rank Battle.

Among the remaining students who have gone up to the bunk in the last year, students who have completed their best grades are selected to fight the Dean of the College.

If only I'd spotted Elvis' feint then.

I was the one standing in front of the dean.

Even though there are few other opportunities to fight the current Spirit King directly...!

Elvis was released from a moment of rigidity and looked to the head of the faculty.

Moment after moment, the place where the Dean of the College is present is crushed at atmospheric pressure.

"Crater Cretaaaaaaaa!! Have you made up your mind?!?

- No, you can't.

Shortly before, as if he had been reading the attack, the Dean of the College was gently retreating back.

The only thing that got crushed was the floor.

But keep going.

Once again the mirage sword is waved.

Forcing him to move, a blow since he disfigured.

Do you want me to strike it off again with spiritual arts?

That's what I thought.

Fluffy.

I saw the dean lean his body.

But right after.

The silver-haired girl moved to dance opposite her body tilted.

As a result, the dean's body passed through the mirage sword.

The perfect feint drove the timing crazy to materialize the Mirage Sword.

It is taken by the balls.

That Elvis.

Elvis tried to attack even more, but the college director's song sounded faster than that.

"♪ Crack the ground, run till the end ♪"

♪ Before the stars burn themselves down ♪

Bikie, kick, kick!!

and cracks run on the floor.

It's like there's a giant mole underneath the arena.

But no.

Nothing with an entity.

It's really just that the floor is cracked by itself.

- Patsy.

From the crack that ran to the floor, a spark could be bounced.

It increases the number of sightings...

It was like an eruption.

From behind the crack, red lotus flames erupt.

"Geez! Out! Out! It's the" Red Flame "of the Cleese Spirit King!! You're the one who smashes down the facility and sees you cry, College Chief!!

That's what every spiritualist in this country knows.

The Spiritual Art of Tula Cleese [hymn of purity].

That power is inherently a manipulation of sound.

But she sublimated it on her own.

A sound is a vibration of air.

If you can manipulate the vibration of air, you can also manipulate the vibration of another substance.

That's the kind of logic that has evolved sound manipulating spirituality into vibration manipulating spirituality.

If you vibrate the floor, the crack runs.

If you vibrate the molecule, you will have heat and a flame.

It's like you're interfering with the world itself.

That's the most powerful spiritual artist, Toula Cleese.

A flame gushing from the crack approaches Elvis as if he were a snake.

Elvis did not choose defense.

I guess you thought you could do it if you stopped moving.

Jump straight up.

Normally, people in the air are defenseless, but there are exceptions.

Elvis kicked the void and approached the Dean of the College from above.

He's the one who imitated me and knitted me.

Turn the air on the soles of your feet into high mass for scaffolding.

"Windsor bunk! Flesh from the sky to the Spirit King! You can't use" Red Flame "if you get close! A fair hand indeed! But do you want the Eternal Spirit King to work against you? Huh!?

Against Elvis, who was approaching with a mirage sword, the Dean took the stand to receive it.

I thought I'd taken the rod-shaped thing from my nose, and, bang, I rolled it out.

Iron fan.

Everyone knows that it is the most vicious weapon in the possession of the Eternal Spirit King.

♪ The wind blows and the birds sing ♪

♪ Shaken by a good night's sleep ♪

Singing, like dancing.

With an iron fan in one hand, towards Elvis, fan.

Billy, Billy, Billy!!

The roar caused the fighting arena to wave.

An enormous wave of vibration emanated from the college director's iron fan.

"Air quake" burst - whoa!! Windsor bunk, the movement has stopped. - Whoa!!!

Elvis, subjected to vibrating waves all over his body, should have frozen muscles all over his body.

But unlike me, that guy with no floating ability, he just has to fall according to gravity.

to the ground where the Dean of the College awaits.

"Kuhhhhhhhhhh!!!

There was a roar that didn't even seem like it.

Elvis' arm moves, albeit inexorably.

I shook off the paralysis caused by the vibrating waves with all my might......!?

of the shaken left hand, on the extension line.

Over dozens of meters, the landscape flips.

And also from your right hand.

The inverted landscape stretched into a bar.

"Duplicate...!?

He could have done that!?

Was it warm, or did you just knit it it out here?

Either way, it's definitely Elvis-Kunz Windsor's biggest offense......!

Two mirage swords are waved, as depicted by the X mark.

The atmosphere roared.

The auspicious wind hits the audience, causing a number of screams.

That stunt that would also ambush a whale.

Standing with it is one girl who looks twelve.

But Toula Cleese still doesn't retreat.

Kuru, and.

The Spirit King sang as he returned the fan with his wrist.

"♪ Live, bird of immortality ♪"

"♪ I've got my wings covered ♪"

Moments.

Behind the silver-haired girl, it appeared flamed.

Huge wings, wrapped in burning flames.

Immortal bird, said to repeat with death and life.

Spirit Sequence, Elemental Karst, 37th.

"Undying Fenex."

Vin, I thought I heard that.

Because an iron fan in the hands of the Dean of the Academy trembled at super high speed.

Fans made by folding many pieces of thin iron.

At times, it scatters vast waves of vibration.

It sometimes slaps and slashes every thing.

So-called, high-frequency blades.

That iron fan, with its fast vibration, makes it a sharper knife than any other industry.

- Sween.

What reached my ear was such a quiet sound.

But the phenomenon that happened is not as popular as the sound.

The Dean waved an iron fan, on that extension line.

Part of the roof of the First Fighting Ground ripped in an instant.

It was as if it had disappeared.

It's too sharp, not one of the dust coming down.

Then a moment later, two mirage swords, in the middle, uneven (...).

It was also instantaneous, and both were immediately scattered and extinguished.

All that remained was one boy pulled by gravity and falling.

But...

The audience, including me, immediately noticed.

It's over.

Elvis' body lost power and rolled onto the floor of the fighting ground.

"- Windsor bunk, element out!! It is the victory of the Tula Cleese Eternal Spirit King!!!

There was cheer.

The Silver-haired Spirit King responds by waving his hands.

I took a long breath and put my weight on my back.

I can't believe that Elvis can't do anything...

Even though they are spiritual kings, does this also make a difference?

"... you were in a hurry at the end"

I said the rackel I was watching with was pompous.

I snort.

"You should have moved after you heard the song."

"Yes. The Dean of the College declares beforehand his actions in a song. So, by reason, if you listen to that and then deal with it thoroughly, you can definitely win.... should be."

"He's the strongest because he can't do it for some reason..."

That song is a routine for spiritual activation.

The college director's spiritual art is too broad a subject for interference, so I have to sing oh to limit it.

If I use it without singing, they'll destroy my surroundings disorderly.

With such an easily understandable weakness, Tula Cleese continues to exist at its strongest.

It means, for one thing, that there is a source of strength in parts other than spiritual art.

She embodies the ideals of this college, which emphasizes not only spiritual arts, but also pre-game information warfare.

... That's a long way to go.

I think so, but hope is not lost.

Because that seems to mean that the limit is still ahead.

"Hey kids. Did you enjoy the game?

The dean's voice was heard in his ear.

I am delivering my voice with my own spiritual art.

"Non has been in this college for about fifty years now, but happily, the level of students is rising year after year. This Elvis-Kunz Windsor is a good example.

The crime rate is also declining with this, and I am proud to say that I have been able to do enough work as a spiritual king, as a college director.

... By the way, as you know, the Spirit King battle is imminent this year. "

The audience was bothered by a sudden shift in the subject.

Spirit King battles, the tournament that determines the strongest spiritualists, whether pro-AMA or not, usually take place in the summer, when the step-level battle is off.

Specifically, roughly a month from now.

Some of our students will be joining us, so we're just getting ready...

"Non continued to sit on the throne of the 'Spirit King' for thirty years. For one thing, I don't think the next generation is ready yet.

When Non became a teacher at this college, the spiritualists of this country became very poor. The vast majority of people can only use a technique with no contents, which seeks only to be flashy. Then we can't confront people with really practical skills.

Non became king of spirits because he had to re-beat the perception of the magicians of this country from the ground up.

And over the course of thirty years, that aim was achieved. You are certainly equipped with as much power as you can against cunning criminal magicians.

- Therefore, I would like to take this opportunity to report. "

I didn't think so.

I guess what the Dean is about to say next.

I'm sure everyone did.

The audience was all over the place.

And to affirm that blurring.

Clearly, the Spirit King declares.

"-Non, Tula Kries, at the moment, returns the title of the Spirit King! In this year's Spirit King Battle, decide the next strongest!!