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

A gentleman was walking through the king's capital at night.

He is an old man, dressed in pitch-black threepieces that dissolve in darkness.

One short man, he was able to obey his confession.

The gentleman's flowing footsteps stop inadvertently.

The man of the offering relaxed.

The gentleman looks up at the night sky with all the stars and squeaks.

"... it's raining."

And he spread the black umbrella, which was poking at the ground like a cane, overhead.

The man of the offering tilts his neck and looks up into the sky.

"I can't believe it's raining."

It was a moment.

From the roof of the surrounding building, a shadow leapt out.

Silver flashes run from both hands of the shadow.

It was the rain of the knife that poured.

Him, and the man in the confession leaked a scream.

Gentlemen don't move.

Just turn the umbrella around.

That alone, the rain of the poured knife was all bounced into the umbrella.

As the shadow lands on the cobblestone, the gentleman closes his umbrella.

Only the man in charge was on the spot.

"Much appreciated greeting. Didn't you learn from your parents? 'Morning' in the morning, 'Hello' in the day, 'Good evening' in the evening, young man."

"That's your first ear. I'll do that next time. Good evening, 'militant gentleman' Bradley Moglidge. How are you feeling?

"Hmm. Not too bad. One young man gave me a proper greeting. Good evening, young man with no name. Are you a democrat?

"What if I said yes?

"I don't even have to answer. It's polite to return the greeting."

One touch of instant air flowed.

At the next moment, if there is any slight trigger, the fire lid of the kill falls -

The trigger.

Not a gentleman, not a raider.

Low back length, made by a man of offerings.

I thought I'd taken the knife from my nose and stabbed it in the gentleman's back.

The man of the offering gave the expression of the congregation.

I've been asking about this opportunity for so long.

This gentleman...

Take the opportunity to reap the life of this spiritualist, one of the "Nine Steps" that only four exist.

But.

"You can't have it. I didn't know you were going to scratch a gentleman's suit."

The blade of the knife had not even reached the fabric of the suit.

The gentleman's left hand grabbed the knife with his thumb and index finger.

The knife slips lightly out of the hand of the surprised servant man and fits into the gentleman's hand.

"Let's return this."

Hilarious.

One handkerchief danced in front of the man of the offering.

A knife thrown away by a gentleman with only his fingers pierces it.

In the form of a handkerchief stitched together, the knife pierced the man's brow.

The white handkerchief stains bright red.

The blood the man made him play instead of the Terminator was blocked by a handkerchief and did not reach a drop in the gentleman's suit.

"-So."

The gentleman who had plainly murdered the man who had been able to obey until just now looked back with a calm itself attitude.

There, the raiders, seen as opportunities, were flesh-pressed to a position within reach.

"Die......!

The knife flashes at speeds beyond people's knowledge.

Invisible.

Undefensible.

Unavoidable.

With that blade, life is equally lit.

- But if it reaches the enemy's skin.

"Heh...!

A gentleman's finger was gently touching the raider's throat.

That's all, the raider was unable to move one finger.

"WHAT... CO, HA... EXCELLENT, MUSIC...!?

"It's a gentleman's taste."

A gentleman put a light force on his finger.

That's all, the raider's body blew up.

The Raiders bounce over and over on the cobblestone, then roll over powerless and stop moving.

"Oh, boy. The king's capital has become a mess."

The gentleman, who easily kicked the two raiders, beckoned.

"If you want the throne of the Spirit King, you can fight in the Battle of the Spirit King with dignity.

- Don't you think so?

abruptly.

The gentleman asked no one.

Then, from beyond the darkness obsessed with the alley, only the voice returns.

"I don't think so! Spirit King Battle? That's a play. It's not a fight!

Then one woman appeared out of the darkness.

Style that I don't think is roughly Wang Du human, dyed my hair purple and boldly exposed my umbilical cord.

The woman walks out of the alley, hissing and shaking the accessories hanging from both ears.

"Slashing or beating doesn't scratch one. It's not as pinchy as the battle at that college. But the trouble is, it's over there where the strongest guys get together. If it's smooth, yeah. See?"

"I guess Battlemania remains the same. That's why I can't get hold of my wife."

"Hate and I've never wanted you to have it. If there's someone who can put me down, you can give birth to one or two of the kids."

Hi, and the woman hung her lips up.

Eyes are that when you see prey.

With a wild animal-like look, the woman looked to the gentleman.

"You're leaving, right? Spirit King Battle"

"It's a floating clumsy one. I can't ignore it if it's a favor of the old, more friendship."

"You're saying I'm even going to be putting out the" Iron General "jizzy. It's really annoying that Toula's guy quit before he lost to me, but how many years has it been since the Spirit King battle brought all the nine steps together? I can't cure a samurai tremor now."

"So," the woman grins even deeper.

"This samurai trembles, will you help me stop it?

"... if it's a woman's favor, I can't possibly not ask."

"Easy. Just give us a little beating."

"Hmm."

The gentleman threw a black umbrella in his hand, heavenly high.

The umbrella unfolds far above and begins to fluff and fall.

"Let's finish it by the time the umbrella drops"

The gentleman stood gracefully,

The woman laughed furiously.

"The Martial Gentleman," Bradley Moglidge, Nine Steps.

"God-exterminated" Maisie Southall Nine Steps.

The highest peak of the world of spiritualists after the spiritual king Toula Cleese.

There's only four of us, two of the nine steps.

In the darkness of the king's capital, he clashed unwittingly.

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The next morning.

In the corner of the king's capital, wild horses were gathered.

A kingdom knight presiding over the security of the king's capital is holding the wild horse, inside it.

Toula saw the likelihood and had to smile bitterly.

"What you did flashy all over the city."

The cobblestone turns up as if it had passed even by storm, and there is a huge crater on the ground beneath it.

Something like blood was seen everywhere, and there was no doubt that someone fought here.

Someone--that's more than nine steps of a spiritualist.

Toula can tell the Knights field chief.

"Until the Spirit King battle begins, the same thing will happen several times. Oh, my God, thank you for your help."

"Ha! I'll take care of it, Lord Spirit King!

The site manager decided on a beautiful salute without fright.

Tula nodded and saw the run-down road again.

"Nevertheless, I didn't know they were going to bump into each other all of a sudden"

What was held back by Tula's sitting on the throne of the Spirit King may have been outrageous.

You should be prepared to deal with unexpected situations.

"Seems like you can still let me hide..."

faintly seeped a bitter smile, and Toula shrugged alone.