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

"- Oh, well."

It was a moment in time.

A chapel filled with quiet light - at the heart of a series of seated people, tangled in the thread of Baal.

A Happy Ending is presented by an Uncluttered Hostile.

Understand with your head that there's no way you're going to miss this.

At that time.

I have memories all over my head.

emptiness that never disappeared from birth.

The cavity in me that I was feeling by touching the fold.

That's what I see. I see. I'm filled.

Feel the power overflowing your whole body.

I feel sweet, bitter, and at peace.

... Yes, it was.

My first love, both times...

"... hmm...?

Sarah Fiamma, standing before me, raised her gaze with a surprising frown.

Those eyes. My eyes.

Something impossible - I'm stunned to see it open, as if I've seen something that shouldn't have.

Bumps, there was noise.

bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump...!!

That's the sound of the thread cutting.

That's the sound of skin tearing.

- It's the sound of my hands and feet pulling a thousand threads of [Baal] at the expense of my own skin and meat...!!

"... Shit, are you insane...?

That Sarah Fiamma.

That girl x.

That girlfriend (...).

Even let fear seep into your voice, and gaze upon me.

"This world makes everyone happy......! Everything you ever wanted is here! No one gets hurt. Nobody gets unhappy! You can even get back what you lost!!... but why... why... Huh!?

How could you?

Oh, it makes me laugh.

I bite and kill the tearing pain in my skin.

I carved a bite of grin into my mouth and looked at her face.

"You would... you know what I mean, right?

'Cause, yeah, you said it.

We grew up together.

Brothers and sisters alike.

It's not supposed to be in anything, like where it's different - and.

"............................................."

Shut up, her face blank.

".................. do, i know........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Every time I repeat it, I get a burning fever in my eyes, in my expression.

I knew his face.

Even if the facial makeup changes.

Even after thousands of years of subjectivity.

Her face doesn't have the same dimensions as what she saw in dim room 0404.

"YOU ARE -!!"

Yes, it's me, Sarah Fiamma.

... No, it's not.

- I know your real name!!

"Only to you, I can't give up - Sharon!!

I'm not even a demon.

Neither is God.

We grew up together from a young age, saw the same thing, lived yearning for the same person - a name I call childhood familiarity.

Yuki Sara.

You're right, we're the same.

- That's why.

Only to you, I can't give in!!

The spider thread made a noise and cut a thousand pieces.

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At that moment I saw in my eyes a world of stars shining night skies.

Four chains, stretching from the other side.

Five bodies besides the right leg were tied to them, one boy.

... Hey, you made me wait too long.

Finally, finally.

- I'm here, Ki-kun.

A chain tying the boy's left leg made a noise, smashing and scattering.

[neck chains] - [???]

[Chain of right arm] - [???]

[chain of left arms] - [???]

[Right foot chain] - [Awakening of [leading cause and effect]]

[Left leg chain] - [Proof of love/medicine Shouya Sha Li, memory return]

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Blood scattered.

The thread of the spider that strangled, devoured, and strangled my skin.

... but rapidly losing power and falling apart.

The queues of the bench raised their voices in a noise.

Turn it into an evil god, spiritual chief, number one in the sequence: "Baal of conferred and divine rights".

How rare - that thread was severed by a person!

"Eh -" Baal "!!

After the dimension, Sarah Fiamma - No, Nojo Sharon commanded the Spirit.

The big spider moves.

A large black spider attached to a stained glass of extreme color. And a great multitude of threads burst forth from his buttocks, and came upon me from all directions.

No spiritual art I possess shall prevail on that thread.

- (...) divided (...) by (...) Hi (...) and (...) (...) by (...) and (...) by (...).

I activate the [Dotted Hole of Outrage].

Before you can touch the yarn, go through a wormhole that opens up in space...

- Jack's, right in front of you.

The pure white wedding costume was brilliantly tinted with stained glass light.

But in his expression, there's nothing like color.

Blanks like bleached, filled with flattery.

"... Yuki... Sara..."

I, who appeared in front of him, could not see either, and he groaned as he groaned.

"I do... I know...? You know... Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

My face distorts in agony.

Hold your head down and shake it aside again and again so you can shake something off.

"... come on, no... Something... something..."

... you can't even remember my name, Sharon said.

I don't know what he's been doing for five years.

But there was only one thing for sure.

So many times that I can't even remember his childhood name...... that his heart would have been broken, not many times.

And I did it... talking about love bent over, being his fruitful sister.

"... sorry"

I attach my hand to his face in agony, stuffing my chest with interminable anger and sadness.

"Sorry I'm late - just a little more, be patient"

Just a little wrinkle stopped at his brow root, but it got shallow.

My face, slowly rises.

My eyes narrow so that I see something dazzling.

And dry lips move faintly......

"........................ a (...)......................................."

I smile and hold his body loosely.

- Kyoya Nobujo, who liked the medicine Shouyasha Li.

- Jack Lieber liked Rachel.

Both of them are him,...... but both of them are not here.

One was shredded by her and the other, overwritten by historical alterations.

So I am.

I reached for that hip as I gently let him go.

On the waist of the wedding costume is a swing of sword hanging.

I grabbed the pattern, and pulled out my slender, full-blown body.

Moments, the morning burning light fills the chapel.

Dawn light, dyeing even the pitch-black giant of the great spider.

The glow of the world's heaviest metal, Hihirokane alone.

The name is Akashi's sword.

Blades that tear the darkness apart and bring an end to the night.

Weight erased by [nesting permeable wings] When you wave that, boom! and the wind roared, and the whole chapel trembled billibly.

I ascertain that feeling in my palm, and I look back.

That's when I just realized.

Ahead of Virgin Road - at the entrance to the chapel.

Bring your back to the door and I'll see this one, there's a silver-haired girl.

She was - Tura was laughing powerfully when she saw me.

So I also reply with a strong grin.

- Watch, and give me the answer I found.

A blade of morning burn rips the shadow dropped by the great spider.

With sharp, grinded cuttings, I point to her.

"... Now it's time to get it back"

The future of many, starting with Detective Kawagoe.

Crushed by the rain of white bones, every day at the College of Spiritual Arts.

It was decided not to start, the hard work of people from all over the world, suffering and despair.

And above all...

"- My first love, taken from you"

Be prepared, thief cat.

Give me back what I purposely plundered -!!

".................. I will"

The big spider that was attached to the stained glass disappeared.

"I love you the most..."

Immediately after, a giant spider's nest stretches through the chapel ceiling.

"... so...!

And Baal reappeared in the centre thereof, and beheld me.

"- You're the one who disappears, no no no no no no no no no no no no no!!!!!!"

At the same time as the golden cuts, the big spider ejects the yarn like a waterfall from his butt.

In an instant it branches out innumerably and pours it... as if it were rain.

The rain of heavenly chastisement, which pierces those who crawl into the earth without separation.

"... ahhh!?

"Sa, Your Highness Sarah......!? Your Highness!?

"Oh, please don't!! We are still here!!

The voices of the linemen did not enter her ears.

We're all going to kill each other. There's no one left!

Among the screaming rows of seats, Elvis and Azerea were seen moving.

Even in this world they would be good spiritualists.

But... this situation even they can't do anything about it.

Because the downpouring spider's thread, if you touch it, will disable any spiritual art at that moment.

(...) or (...) et al. (...) that (...), ah (...) or (...) the (...) sword (...) of (...) is (...) required (...).

The thread ejected by the great spider is about to pour down on people as it rains with the intention of killing.

I kicked the floor and rose to the universe.

"What...!?

The yarn of "Baal" relentlessly invalidates all spiritual arts touched.

But.

That's not why we can disable all of the attacks.

One of the threads sharpened like a spear, trying to pierce one of the row attendants.

As I interrupt before it, I will shake my sword.

The sword weighs nearly a ton.

I can wield it with arms that aren't even big and thick because I'm [nesting permeable wings] wiping out the weight.

Say it again.

[Nest (...) Stand (...) Chi (...) 's (...) Transparent (...) Wings (...)] in (...) Use (...) Eh (...) to (...) Y (...) Ru (...) or (...) et al (...), Ko (...) 's (...) Sword (...) is (...) light (...) Yes (...) 's (...).

Sharp, pointed thread tip.

A blade that shines in the morning burn color.

They clashed from the front.

moment, the [nesting permeable wing] is deactivated.

Ah (...) or (...) Ki (...) 's (...) sword (...) takes (...) weight (...) (...) Ri (...) back (...) su (...).

The consequences of the clash are more obvious than seeing fire.

It's just yarn, albeit rugged, and the world's heaviest metal hyirokane sword.

... Which one of the hell is going to be broken in two?

The thread of "Baal" was torn and cut a thousand times.

When it releases itself and loses momentum, it plays properly and disappears into the void.

Grains of light scattered like snow, making the air shine white.

Leaving on the spot the rows of seated men who will see it in their eyes, I will run through the air.

... According to a newspaper I read before, Jack is only the son of a state governor - a local lord - in this world.

The next emperor, Sarah Fiamma, should have had a difference in status, albeit between the nobles.

Why did that lead to the marriage of the two of us being allowed?

I'm sure this is why.

The Spiritual Art of the Baal of Divine Power.

There was only one common spiritual technique in this ability to be at the apex of all spirituality.

That's [nesting permeable wings].

To her - the power Jack sharpened up to counter his own sister.

To maximize it, this sword prepared by me and Mr. Column.

There's only 65th place Andrealphus in the spirit sequence!

To Baal.

Spirit sequence number one.

To the evil god who proclaims the Spirit Chief!

The only thing I can face head-on -!!

... right now, I want to tell you.

It wasn't a waste, he said.

Those training days.

What is the routine of that college?

It was never just to torment you.

But I want to tell you that he's not here right now.

I'm not in this world.

So.

So I... I have to go.

A large spider nestled in the chapel ceiling spits out endless threads.

There was only one thing I could look at against the myriad of falling yarns.

Oh, not at all, a long way around.

There was only one thing I wanted from the beginning.

Something funny with you.

Walking with you.

This is me, not anyone else.

That's my - happiness!!

"-" Batin "! Andrealphus!

For the first time since I woke up as Roost, I reconcile my technique with my technique.

Think of it, for me, who can only imitate the art of others, it's about this much that I can say I knit myself out.

A superimposed technique of spirituality and spirituality that only I can handle multiple techniques.

It's patchwork full of seams, never proud of it.

Still, this is me.

A patchwork that met many people and could be done on the fringe with many.

I will never be ashamed to be so.

Watching, Toula?

Watching, guys?

Watching, Jack?

I am here because you were there.

I will go there because of you.

End of cause and effect (happy ending) where the edges weave.

Not even hell to suffer.

Not even a nightmare to grieve.

- To prove with this hand that that's the real world!

"- -" The Spiritual Art of the World "-!!"

One is [a miraculous void hole].

One is [nesting permeable wings].

[Scarce Void Hole] empties countless holes in the space.

There is only one entrance to countless exits.

Sparkle it in front of you with your sword.

Literally, a blow that rips through space.

It split through the wormhole, becoming countless slaughters, to counter the falling spider's yarn.

There is no sound.

No shock.

There was just light.

The cut, loose thread becomes a grain of innumerable light, scattered like snow.

A lukewarm sigh came out of the queues.

Beautiful, even the grunt reached my ear.

...... yeah. While I'm at it, I can admit it now.

I will surely be the most beautiful person in my life.

A woman in love is beautiful - if that word is true.

That's why I want to be beautiful to the end.

I don't want to give up.

There is no compromise.

Come on, all you have to do is reach out.

Beyond the fantastic landscape, the great spider was still alive.

So kick in the sky.

Kick the sky.

Kick the sky.

Don't even shake your sides, in a straight line.

"- Awwwwwwww!!!!

How long was the roar poking his mouth as he thrust through the grain of light?

But this is not the same cry of despair as before.

A counter-attack opportunity finally arrived.

Announcing its inauguration, the roar of the Horn......!!

A grain of light, falling into the chapel, seemed to rise for a moment fluttering.

The sight reminded me, behind my brain, of the starry sky that one day I saw in the causal dimension.

Only the light of those stars watched over me wandering in the dark thinking I was dead.

Now.

I think the light is pushing my back.

No voice, no appearance.

But be strong -!!

'- Go, sister!!!

A gushing roar shook the chapel.

Light scattered.

The noise is loud.

I also lurked my breath quietly.

The big spider that was about to erupt a new thread - stops.

The number one spiritual sequence that was absolutely reigning - is silenced.

A cut of morning burn color was poking deep into the belly of the great spider.

"This is... just, say hello"

I tell the Baal incarnation (avatar), which is cramped with bitterness.

"Again... in the original world, I'll see you again"

He twisted his sword and spread his wound, swinging it across at once.

Purple blood erupts vigorously.

The great spider caused an unnameable scream and peeled off his own nest......

The blood, the screams, the intrusion is Yangitis.

It's just a shadow that the spirits in the host drop into the world.

Still, this sight was symbolic.

A spider that threaded the world and was manipulating everything.

Unsurprisingly, he falls to the ground.

- This is who you are in the future.

The great spider swept away like a broken monitor.

Beyond that, clenching her fists and shaking her whole body, there was her figure.

"... this is..."

Humiliation, anger and... jealousy.

I simmered every negative emotion... with a truly human face, she glances up at me.

"... this is... what's up!! You just gave me down in such a crappy spiritual battle now, what is it going to be!!

She faintly laughed and pointed at me floating in the place where evil gods once reigned.

"You can't go back! You can't go back to the original world!! Even now I have a time leap and that is the world after I have changed history!! Or can we go back, fifty years ago!? Until those days when I intervened!!

Fifty years ago.

Probably using reincarnation to trace back to the past, she dared to resurrect the Evil God and ignite the Evil God War.

That's the hang-up that made this world.

If you want to go back to the original world, you have to at least go back to that point and stop her from making historical changes -

"-Wa (...) and (...) also (...), so (...) and (...)"

I guess she didn't even think of it. To my answer, she opened her mouth pompously.

If we don't go back at least fifty years, we can't go back to the original world.

Once, I certainly thought so, too.

But... faint, but I remember.

I tried the method more than once.

We went back a hundred years to the past and started all over again.

And as the old master advised...... by a time-leap beyond its limits, the price was paid.

Failed to carry over memories and, on the contrary, lost all other memories as well.

I repeated the same thing over and over again because I don't remember it.

What happened that way.

Fragmented memories tell.

that really, really, everything (...) has been redone.

"wah (...) and (...) in (...), fruit (...) at (...) 1 (...) 0 (...) 0 (...) years (...) ago (...) at (...) back (...) and (...) Ki (...) at (...), evil (...) god (...) war (...) at (...) n (...) from (...) ko (...) et (...) na (...) or (...) uh (...)"

Meet Tula, travel, and see that 'paradise'.

I met Jack, met Phil, and became a teacher at the College of Spiritual Arts.

Everything that should have been overwritten by her historical alteration was faithfully re-enacted.

If the "Agares" spiritual art [leading cause and effect] was really (...) retroactive (...), then this can't be the case.

Historical alterations should have taken place more than I could remember and not interfere with her.

There must have been an evil god war and the birth of the Holy Fiamma Empire.

But it didn't happen.

Say it again.Historical alterations didn't happen.

She should have time-leaped by reincarnation, she was gone!

"I, and you, were mistaken for the effect of [leading the way in cause and effect]"

"............................................................................?

"Yes.... this spiritual art does not go back in time"

Was the old master aware of this fact?

Either way, knowing or not, he accurately represented this power.

Now that I have regained my knowledge in modern Japan, I can see the meaning of the term, which he named.

Save points.

That is, the point of saving (...).

"- The power to save (...) a cause and effect at a certain point and to reproduce (...) at any time.... So if you reproduce a completely new cause and effect that has not yet been altered by anyone, then su (...) be (...) and (...) history (...) history (...) change (...) weird (...) is (...) li (...) se (...) sh (...) t (...) be (...) ru (...)!"

I just don't remember.

The truth is, every time I did a time-leap, everything was reset.

Tilt your neck to the absence of her obstruction, with a light victory in hand.

- And each time, her memory was overwritten by her historical alteration.

So if you timeleap from now on, there is no timereaper in that world other than me.

You will not be disturbed by her reincarnation into Azerea or Ruby or Helmina.

Hence.

In the meantime, if you stop her from reincarnating time-leap.

She can no longer change history conveniently for herself!!

"..........................................................................."

Sharon's legs fluttered.

Chestnut hair as if imitating Phil... felt moist as I saw it.

"No........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... It's like saying that other than the [leading cause and effect] operator... has no right to change the past -"

"So."

I told.

"So [cause (...) fruit (...) of (...) ahead (...) guide (...)]"

The one that leads you ahead of the cause and effect.

To no one else, without entrusting them with a go.

With your own hands, something that spins up causality.

This power, which bears this name.

- You think you can imitate it every time you're reincarnated?

"Goodbye, Sarah Fiamma - unfortunately, you will not take this fact over to the next you"

Because all the history you've made over the course of fifty years is going to be overwritten.

Because I, the leader, am the only one who holds what has happened here in my chest, and… carries it before cause and effect.

"- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The noblest empress in the world, dressed in a pure white wedding dress, hung her hands around her neck as she raised her blood-soaking golden cuts.

You're going to die, and you're going to tell me to go back.

I guess you say reincarnate into the past with the truth of [leading cause and effect] in your hands and try to think of some kind of hand.

Naturally, I knew she would.

When her fingers touched her neck, she was moving behind her back in [a miraculous void hole] and shocked with electricity in the spiritual art of manipulating thunder [the armament of thunder].

There's no way a human being who only thinks about dying can protect himself.

She let go of consciousness lightly and was powerless on the spot......

Put her on the spot, no longer in danger of suicide, and I walk on Virgin Road, which has become meagre in the aftermath of the battle.

... on your last journey, before you leave.

I wanted to say hello to him.

Jack was on his knees in a stage with stained glass of light pouring down.

My eyes are muddy. My gaze is wandering without place.

But eventually, when I get into my sight...

Gradually, gradually, he focused on my face.

"... sorry, Jack. In this world, you were supposed to be happy."

Tula will also be hearing this word.

Everyone in the chapel will be listening to these words.

I apologize to them for ruining my happiness from now on.

"But I still can't do it. Whether you're happy or everyone else is happy, I can't admit it."

Because.

... Yes. Because...

"- Because I, am in love with you"

Because I want to laugh next to you.

Because I want to live with you.

Because we want to hold hands, hug each other, kiss each other.

No one else, because I want to.

"So... I'm sorry, Jack. Sorry, guys..."

For the ego of love, I forsake this world.

Throw away a world where everyone could be happy.

Because it was at the end of this world that I found my happiness.

Silence stuck in the desolate chapel.

The light I shot through the stained glass was shining and illuminating me and Jack.

"..................................................."

Exhales, leaks.

Not from my mouth.

Look up at me, out of Jack's mouth.

"My head hurts... I've never even seen it, I remember it... coming from somewhere..."

"... eh...?

That's not true... it was overwritten with our time-leap...

"It's all falling apart... like broken cassette tape... floating behind my eyelids... hard, really hard... but..."

Jack stood up with all his strength on his knees as he fluttered his feet.

Then I know that his back length is higher than mine.

Just a dozen centimeters high, from that position.

… he smiles, gazing into my eyes.

"What you do, I guess, is not a mistake... Somehow, but I think so."

………… Ah.

Oh.

My chest is clogged.

From the back of my throat, a whimper goes up.

"............................................................"

I am.

To ruin everything.

Just for me… to sacrifice everyone's happiness.

Curse me, I was supposed to have it.

"..............................................................................................................................................................................."

In seeping vision.

Jack, Ki-kun.

There is no difference between my memory and dimensions.

...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Let the righteous wipe the tears."

At that time, a loud bell sounded.

It would be a mansion set at the top of this chapel.

We were supposed to celebrate his marriage to Sarah.

Now, at this time.

Sounds exalted as if to bless my doorstep......

I turned around.

There was Elvis.

There was Azelea.

There was Ruby.

There was Gawayne.

There was Helmina.

There was Mr. Column.

There was Mr. Madeline.

There was Tula.

Everyone shut up and was in the sound of a bell.

"......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

My voice trembled and a large amount of Shizuku spilled.

"Guys.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

There were signs of laughter.

Everyone watched over me leaking a pitiful whimper.

... but that too.

All swallowed up by the sound of a loud bell.

"... bye"

Only Jack's voice, mixed with the sound of the bell, said his farewell clearly.

"Give me your best."

The sound of a majestic bell filled the world.

Everything else is deafening.

Everything else is out of sight.

Everything but me will be overwritten.

... I'm sorry, guys...

... Thanks, guys...

Because I don't do anything about this world that I didn't.

All, hold me tight to this chest,... I will go first.

The Evil God War disappeared,

The Holy Fiamma Empire disappeared,

Sarah Fiamma disappears.

There are only two things left.

Only myself and… Kojo Sharon.

... I felt my soul lift up.

It's close to the limit now.

I'm sure this is the last time you can reproduce the cause and effect.

That's why I don't look back.

Come on, let's go.

To a brand new cause and effect.

to a blank world where no one's will intervenes yet.

We can repel her, to the only world.

- This is the last time-leap.

TO BE CONTINUED TO

The Demon King of Causes and Consequences Period/Final: I dreamed of it when I was little