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

Not yet.

Looking down at me, who lay asleep in the primitive and breathed roughly, Tula laughed "Hihihi".

'You just think too much about what you want to do. So I get caught up in easy induction as well. Look more at the whole thing. Think about what your enemy wants to do, and assume it's even second hand and third hand.... I don't know if I can put it into practice right now.

How far ahead do you think you are?

When asked, Toula says with a mean grin.

"Thousand hands. When I say... Do you believe me?

... Believe.

As I nodded with great seriousness, Tula laughed with pieces.

"That's right, a thousand hands are huge.... Nevertheless, Non always fights imagining the form of victory. Prepare as many fabric stones as you fight to take it to its shape. I'm reading through to the end, and in the sense that I'm reading through a thousand hands is not a lie."

It was unimaginable territory.

I sigh.

Will it come someday, when we can reach that realm?

"It depends on what you do. You got talent, huh? Only in ten years, so many spiritual techniques can be used with masterclass precision."

I don't feel confident that Toula will tell me.

Over the past ten years, I have tried many times, but I have not even been struck by her.

It's about refining. If you go one hand ahead of the other, that's how you win.

That's what Tula laughed like provoking......

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In the end, I was to leave her without winning the white star from Tula.

'Well, we've had enough. A comparable spiritualist can't even look at the world.'

Toula is sweet.

He cared for me, who made me rush every day.

To me, even to my dissatisfaction.

"What, you don't look happy"

Tula said to me, somewhere happy, trying to travel.

"Look at the world, Raquel. You can't grow up with Baba all the time in the back of a mountain like this.... so when I get stronger again, I'll deal with them '

... I promise.

With that said, Tula grinned and nodded.

I turned my back on her and left a well-groomed wooden house where I lived for ten years.

Me too.

And Toula.

Goodbye, I didn't say.

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High in the sky, Rachel's body is broken in two.

Azelea and Phil screamed briefly.

We were just out of line.

From the middle of the torso, like a vegetable cut into rings.

The upper and lower bodies were divided.

"... uh-"

It's a lie.

- and.

As if my words, which I tried to whine about, had become reality.

Rachel's body, which turned into two pieces, scratched away.

"What...!?

"Become...!

Gone!?

No way...

Phantom?

Then how did you get up in the wind?

How did you end up in two?

No, it's not.

It's not just a phantom.

A phantom with an entity (...)...!

"Oh! Me...!

[Single Border].

Create a tangible phantom, Ruby's spiritual art.

If so, since when on earth?

Just before you were attacked?

No, the body can't escape where I put the phantom, more than I was paralyzed by the 'air quake'.

Then.

Then.

Then.

Could you...

Before that, since I was in a long shot!?

The phantom created by [a single realm] lasts for a while once installed.

Placing the phantom and then switching to another spiritual technique shouldn't disappear any time soon.

In other words, Rachel placed her own phantom on the spot the moment she landed on the roof.

And he left the scene.

The flame of [Dawn Light] can only be put out of the hand of the body, but it can be made to look like it is out of the hand of the phantom if it is through the wormhole of [Out of Trail Dotted Hole].

If this assumption is correct.

Now, where is Rachel?

I intuitively lowered my gaze to the stage.

Shortly after the war, the flames that drove Rachel into the sky...

Palatura herself has already quenched the fire.

- Tan.

I heard footsteps.

Location, behind Palatura.

There's a transparent rachel there in [The Double Realm]!

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Palatura reacted quickly.

Without looking back, wave the expanded iron fan.

- "Air quake".

Radial vibration waves clump together the corners of Rachel's footsteps, regardless of whether the target is visible or not.

On the verge, Rachel showed up.

At the same time, she deploys thick water walls forward.

- [Raw Fish Hands].

Air vibrations don't pierce the water!

The walls of water that cut off the 'air quake' are scattered, and Rachel pierces through the wreckage.

On its right hand was a wave of sword as to when it had been prepared.

Rachel runs at a rate of sickness that doesn't seem approximately physical.

inertial erasure manoeuvre by [nesting permeable wings].

Interment with Palatura was clogged in an instant.

Distance to reach the target's life.

In time for the cutting-edge to reach the heart.

A song of alien shapes echoed as Rachel waved her sword.

―――― ――――

Iron fan resumes superfast vibration.

Raquel's sword rolled out sharply with a single eye in Paratura's chest.

The iron fan is after Rachel's throat.

The tip of the sword is aimed at Palatura's monocular eye.

Special to each other.

There can be no such thing as unusual sharpening.

The two strongest, the strongest, but therefore, just try to settle in one blow.

Mutual specials fought ahead for a victory to wait a moment ahead.

The pointy sword tip,

The trembling iron fan,

At the other person's throat,

on the opponent's monocular eye,

sucked in,

attracted,

- Near reaching the target, stationary.

The iron fan is stuck in Rachel's throat.

The sword is pierced by the monocular eye of Palatura's chest.

Just move a little bit.

You're going to give them your own steeple.

From here on out, how do you two move?

We watched in spite.

No longer, there's nothing to predict.

This battle transcends the realm I can imagine.

So...

I didn't even think about it.

Now.

Finally.

I can't believe we're just getting ready for battle.

At Rachel's feet, a ground crack ran.

I can't get my hair in for a while and the red lotus flames overflow from its bottom.

Rachel, with an iron fan poked at her, can't escape.

Swallow!

- And it was the moment I thought.

A large amount of water poured out of nowhere, crushing the flames that were about to overflow from the ground breakdown.

White water vapor sprays up in large quantities.

Part of it turned into an ice blade and arrived in Palatura.

But on the verge, the wind blew and scattered every steam.

And Rachel.

And Palatura.

I didn't move one finger.

Yet only the phenomenon moves alone.

A special attack appears from nowhere and is offset by another phenomenon that appears from nowhere.

It was as if a natural mutation and a natural mutation were fighting.

Raquel's blue hair.

Palatura's silver hair.

Up, down, left, right, and disturbed.

They don't make it microscopic.

With each weapon poked at him, he only looks into the other's eyes.

Around it, when a natural disaster occurs, it disappears.

"... Jack..."

Elvis shrugged in a trembling voice.

"What are we... looking at right now...?

...... oh.

The idea was sweet.

It was shallow to imagine.

It seemed highly enough to us, the battle we had just fought.

Those things were low-dimensional to them when we understood them.

Once.

Back in my hometown of Dimkuld, when I was training for Rachel with Phil.

I've been taught this way by Rachel.

"Always think of the shape of your victory. Step ahead of the opponent's form of victory.

Winning was always better if that imagination was just a little deeper.

It may be difficult now, but with training, you'll be able to simulate all of that in your head from the start of the battle until you settle down '

Such an idiot, I thought.

Whatever it takes, it's too much.

It's like just a concern, and you're not really telling me to do that.

That's what I understood back then.

But now I finally know.

That's not a concern.

Rachel really, that's how she fights.

- Yes.

The battle is over.

Rachel and Palatura had committed countless special attacks to settle while playing a battle that we could understand.

Now that the opportunity is ripe, we are freed at the same time.

How many hands.

Tens of hands.

Hundreds of hands.

Thousands.

Read to read, and your own victory you arrived at.

Exchanged and settled fights only in the two heads.

Something that can also be called that chess score is thus being shown in reality now.

Neither of us should doubt our victory.

But it's either one of us who wins.

Either one's imagination is just a little short.

That is.

At this point.

It just hasn't become a reality yet.

The settlement - it's already there.

This is the top.

This is the strongest.

If it's our strength, it's not our dream to be spiritual kings.

I was thinking that way, and now I can't believe it.

Dimensions (stages) are different.

The very concept of battle is fundamentally different.

Assuming there was a guy who could blow up a mountain with one punch...

They will never win.

That kind of superficial strength doesn't allow us to step onto their stage.

I could have known that.

What the hell kind of place is the top named the strongest?

We could see.

I'll forget the situation.

I sincerely appreciated seeing this battle up close...

The wind blows, the storm blows.

The flames danced and went mad, the thunder raging and fierce.

A clash of natural mutations like God is eating each other.

A reproduction of the finger of the thousands of hands the two strongest have read through.

That too, eventually comes to an end.

The storm and flame storm devoured each other and countered extinction.

Between bundles, a blank occurs.

- No.

There is no such thing as blanks.

Something jumped out of the ground at Rachel's feet.

It's invisible.

Invisible...

Probably, blade.

The goal of the blade that jumped off the ground was not Rachel.

What Rachel holds in her right hand.

It was a sword thrust into the single eye of a steep chest, tying Palatura's movements.

The body is broken in the middle.

Only the tip twirled and danced in the air.

In front of the single-eyed eye of the chest, there is no longer a sharp sword tip.

Only wave a sticking iron fan now that what binds the movement has disappeared.

Palatura's expression distorted into a grin.

That's not emotion.

It was a declaration.

Hand (...).

On the finger of Palatura with the iron fan, the force is strong.

An ultra-fast vibrating blade breaks Rachel's neck...

- Last minute.

Rachel's mouth was slightly distorted.

Looks lonely somewhere, in the form of a laugh......

"My... win"

- Dossssss.

It was a lame sound.

Palatura's small body swayed faintly with impact.

On its back...

The tip of the sword, which had just been broken and danced in the air, was pierced deeply.

It's no coincidence.

It's like being led, that unnatural orbit...

[The inflexible pillar stone].

Gawayne's, the spiritual art of manipulating metal......

Rachel, from the beginning.

I knew Palatura would break my sword......

An arm that was poking an iron fan hangs without force.

The main body of the parasite, pierced from the back side, has a monocular...

Poof, and.

Like tears, I dripped a drop of blood.

Paratura's body...

... No.

Tula Cleese's body leans forward with a flutter.

Rachel was all over her body, holding her gently.

From the dean's chest, a single eye disappears.

The immortal bird, nestled like a palm flame, is also free from the tentacles and disappears like a sumptuous.

There was only one thing left.

She looked like a little girl with silver hair.

It was once called Toula Cleese, it was just the wreckage.

No longer, there is no soul there.

No more, that doesn't make sense.

Still...

I saw Rachel whispering something in the ear of a silver-haired wreck.

If my eyes aren't wrong.

To a former master, to a benefactor.

This is what she told me.

- Thank you.

-... Goodbye.