Entering a Company From Another World!?

After I grabbed something at a drinking party with the instructors, it was an early one, another week.

The moon enters December, and the public thrives on events such as Christmas and New Year's Eve.

In the midst of that, I was training, training, training, training, and exercising my body when I had time.

After all, it's not a schedule to let you get depressed at such an event.

"Hmm, don't come to my body."

I can't hear the Christmas bell, I have nothing to do with the Christmas song, and in the middle of nature, I can calm down my rough breathing.

Running up a rocky mountain on a cliff wall, he landed in a space where he could stand without stepping on it by distributing the weight of the scaffolding well.

Until the competition, in a week.

I thought it was enough in terms of attack power, but on the other hand, I was worried about the physical aspects of my body's movement speed, such as physical ability and notably the speed of my feet.

Even in the recent dungeon strategy, it began to stand out prominently, and I thought it was a good opportunity to encourage autonomous treasure.

My challenge was to step in just before I attacked, and how quickly I could shorten the journey to get there.

But it makes no sense to train fast enough to push forward into the dark clouds.

"... fuu"

Therefore, the composition of the enemy is naturally sharp.

It centered on highly mobile monsters such as flying systems, birds, dragons, or insects that inhabit these cliffs.

Thanks to this, running away is extremely difficult, and my options tilt in the direction of natural annihilation.

So I just moved around a little while ago, exhausted my health more than usual, and finally took a breath.

For now, let's get this over with.

Once the battle is settled, reflect on the earlier battle during the pause.

Unstable scaffolding, inadequate posture, fast moving opponents, and mobility problems.

In order to further reduce your health consumption, you will not only need to be struck, but also need to minimize the opponent's attacks.

And we have to polish that behavior, which leads us the shortest distance from evasion and into an attack.

There are many challenges, and the art of doing all of them is not something you can learn overnight.

Thank you for the space to wipe the sweat away and eliminate such a lack of time.

Space-time Dimension Specialized Training Room, a space where you can spend more time than usual by making indoor time faster than outdoor space.

If you spend more time with a magical body, you won't have to worry about aging.

But it doesn't really matter to me now.

I really can't do that.

Mr. Valls.

"Oh, I'm keeping an eye on you for your wives, so I won't take that attitude. Here, have a drink prepared by the cute fallen angel."

Spirit of time and space, Vals.

I call myself Mr. Valls, but her presence has made my body immature.

Therefore, I am able to train myself without becoming a magical body.

"Oh, thank you."

Well, just because I'm old, my life is no longer limited, and if I get hungry, my throat gets dry.

Energy is not consumed just by moving the body, so it needs to be refilled.

Receive the water bottle Himiku prepared from Mr. Valls, who took it out of a different space, and take it.

"Phew, I knew it felt a lot different than swinging a weapon, but it wasn't enough. It's harder than I thought."

In this space, two days have passed in space time, and in reality, about two hours have passed.

In the meantime, I continued to fight and train my body in battle.

The purpose of this time was basically to focus on the hips and hips, and then to strengthen the eyes.

And if you talk about what you actually felt when you tried it.

"Of course, what you're looking for right now is a quick way to move your body, a sword that feels a lot different, and it's hard to change the way humans get used to it."

"You're right, I was totally sweet."

Mr. Valls, who was beside me, pointed it out, and I think that's exactly right.

This kind of training is one that we would look at in the long run.

It is a process that should be repeated many times and adapted to the body.

In front of the walls called instructors, I don't think it makes sense if I didn't have the ability to attack when I joined the company, and I now feel that the training specific gravity was tilted towards the attack technique.

The more you train, the less you see, and no matter how much space you use, you don't have enough time.

The space used by Mr. Valls during the trial will not be available for a while due to her magic.

In addition, there will be fewer actual days available, as adjustments will have to be made to keep you tired a few days before the competition.

Perhaps the results of this training will be better than a baked blade, but I have to say it is difficult to make it completely monolithic.

However, even though I understand that burnt stones are water, the training I started thinking it was better than not to do it has yielded surprising results.

First, the lower body was strengthened to increase the stability of the attack.

Thanks to this, we have plenty of room to make some choices about how to move until we shake the mineral tree.

What should I do to engage the opponent?

The way I used my hips has changed considerably, thanks to training while thinking about things like that.

Rather than just running, use low and high postures to determine what weight distribution to use to lead to the next movement.

I was going to be aware of it, but I still missed the part.

I think this is a good opportunity to review it.

To avoid wasting any of that opportunity, he gently looks up at the sky, finds affordable enemies flying, wipes the sweat from hanging over, and resumes training when he is ready to breathe.

Well, let's go a little bit more.

Do as you like.

Oh.

I rush out again to do what I can, grasp the patterns of the ore trees and run around the rocky mountains.

Another side

"Well, Evia, how are you getting ready?

"Yes, each participant is getting together one by one. I was wondering if we could keep going as planned."

While Jiro is encouraging training, preparations for the competition are progressing steadily.

The venue is in this company.

No, we'll do it in an arena built in a dungeon managed by Evia.

Looking at the report, I was dissatisfied as if the demon king's expression listened to Evia's report was a little boring.

"Is there a problem?

"No, no problem."

Even though I know that there is no problem, I can see that Evia, who took the confirmation, sees something as a problem while saying that there is no problem in front of her.

"Are you afraid of disturbances in the dungeon?

Well, there is one too.

"What do you mean by that?

The most immediate thing that comes to mind in her mind is the magic sword disturbance the other day.

We were able to catch the executor, but we didn't catch the principal.

It is expected that something will be set up at this competition.

That is what she herself had in mind.

Naturally, in order to conduct the tournament with the utmost vigour, the security was increased, and a trusted subordinate was placed in the chain of command.

I meant to take care of her as much as I could with absolute confidence.

Even with such a plan, the boss in front of him shows anxiety.

It's as if you're foreseeing something to overturn this situation.

"What, there's no mistake in your mining. It's just, yeah. Noisy, my blood."

He thinned his eyes for a moment, but the Demon King turned his gaze out the window to deny it.

There you can see the townscape of skyscrapers that have become familiar lately.

I wonder if there is anything in the city, but the Demon King doesn't talk about it, just after a while of looking at it.

"Evia"

"What?"

Call her name quietly without turning around.

"Something's going to happen at this competition."

Quiet and powerful, not foreseeable, the Demon King speaks with certainty.

That word is absolute.

It's not about the IF that something might happen.

I affirm with reason as if the demon king had seen it in the future.

Evia cannot ignore that statement.

"The guards will be fine, but could you tell the generals to keep their minds ready?

"Yes, sir."

What awaits before the eyes of the Demon King, who said that he should be able to move the highest power in the dark?

Watching Evia leave the room in gratitude, the Demon King slowly turned away from the city and reached for a sword that was hanging on the wall of the president's office.

"Fufu, is the blood bothering you? You're absolutely right."

Speak as if you were confirming what you said to Evia, and your mouth is really relaxed by your self-asserting blood.

It was an old sword that made history feel, trying to touch it to soothe and heal even a little of that bloody commotion.

In particular, it is not decorated, nor is it equipped with powerful magic.

However, the war-facing sword has gone through history and has heavy indications.

Slowly and carefully stroking such a boneless sword over his sheath, the Demon King, who had tasted the feeling, had feelings similar to joy in his own blood that had been roaring for the past few days.

"Well, I was planning on putting this together properly, but was it too neatly put together? It's really hard to put together an organization."

Play the hardware of the sword gently with your dick and fingers and reflect on how you have ruled before.

The Demon King Army originally united a bloody race.

As for the Demon King himself, he successfully guided his bloodthirsty spirit to avoid meaningless disturbances.

But there are people who are trying to break the order this time.

I knew it from Evia's report, but before that, the Demon King knew it.

Let's take out the gas, no, let's get rid of the rust.

The Demon King smiles happily despite the ripples, no, maybe a big tsunami, and anticipates an event like trying to wash away this tissue.

It is absolute confidence as a ruler, confidence that your organization will not waver in the degree of upcoming turmoil.

Rather, they are planning to use it as a vitality agent for the tissue, which is slowly starting to stagnate.

"It's far away and seems to be hidden, but I do feel it. Someone who participates in the competition has the same blood as me. No, I'm looking forward to it."

This feeling is certain, the Demon King laughs joyfully while looking up at a different moon from the one seen from his own ruling land.

"Now, your plan is to entertain, surprise, or anger me."

Now the demon king was watching the moonlight of the other world all day, looking forward to the action of the existence that would distort its appearance and disappear, like the moon that appeared on the lake.

Another side end

During the training, he stops and looks up at the moon of a virtual image shining in heaven.

"What's the matter?

"No, it's nothing. It's my fault."

"Really? I think I'm getting tired and distracted.

One week to the tournament.

Silence in the face of a storm, such a word resonates in my mind.

"Perhaps, but I don't have much time right now. I'll push you as far as I can."

"Yes, my contractor is a hard worker. But make it easy."

"Oh, I will."

He who plots the storm.

He who sees and sees the storm coming.

Someone who thinks a storm might happen.

As each thought went around, trying to do what it could, the extra thought was thrown away and ran again.

One word today.

Some things you can do are to look back at yourself, and some things you can review and notice.