Entering a Company From Another World!?

The president's declaration is very reliable, but if you think calmly, you will fight against what is now called the Devil King.

Naturally, your cheeks pull, your heart beats faster, and you're in a state of so-called tension.

It is repaired on the surface, but it is more obvious than looking at the fire, such as whether my current power will work.

"Ha ha ha! Don't be so nervous. I won't eat anything else. Relax, relax."

The president calls out to me to look at me like that and take a deep breath with a smile.

Wearing armor, my body is warming up.

The problem is with the mind.

As the president told me, the high heartbeat won't go away because deep breaths are getting weird.

I'm worried about how far my power will go.

Hmm, it didn't work very well.

"I'm sorry."

The face of the president smiles bitterly when such emotions appear on his face.

An honest apology turns the president into a smile.

"No, no, I used to feel that way when I tried to be as good as you. No, I miss it."

The demon king thought that he was fighting such existence in the past, but if he realized what kind of shura ground he had dived from Niconiko and the president who missed the past, he nodded this margin.

"Oops, keep your memories of the battle between Rideau and his ancestral demon kings."

The demon king vomited a word that bothered me a lot now, but if I didn't care, I threw it through.

"It's fun to keep chatting like this, but unfortunately I'm busy and I managed to squeeze out this time."

Never mind my feelings, Nico and the handsome president who laughed at me changed the atmosphere.

"Hmm!?

Zocri and spine freeze.

I'm going to wonder if the existence standing in front of me is really a creature.

"I'll let you have a good time."

Just stand.

That's all, but this feeling of oppression.

I can see that the air is trembling.

It depends on the thought for a moment, but by shaking his head, he kicks out the thought.

There is a force to understand such a thing.

"Yeah, it's only been a year, and it's amazing."

However, despite this situation,

The president just laughs fun.

It's as gentle as seeing something smiling, and it's even an encouraging gesture to fight.

"You can be confident. It's a lot more funny in front of me than you think."

It was the attitude of the strong, and above all, it was my attitude that the president of the strong was pleased with.

Your body reacts, becomes a natural body, your head cools behind your high heart, and you have a belligerent smile on your face.

The body said it could fight anytime.

"Thank you."

And that's why I could honestly thank the president for what he said.

"When it looks like this, it looks like it's ready. Can you hold it?"

After nodding satisfactorily with my response, the president diverted his attention and asked me.

I don't know what to say.

Behind the boss's gaze is my mine.

A mineral tree that is not pure white, but lightly shaded with snow makeup.

From reading the report, I have heard that it may have captured the bones of the dragon, as well as the bones of the ancient dragon.

At that time, the moment I grabbed it in the dungeon, the roots stretched and sucked blood, giving it the blood of a dragon.

It would be horrible to hear only about that process.

Suela, Memoria, Himiku, and Evia looked at me worriedly.

Show them the usual smiles, not the combat smiles that came to mind just now.

"Of course."

I went to the mine tree without hesitation and grasped the pattern.

I don't know what's going on.

Maybe more will happen.

It could be like dying.

Such anxiety is too great for a moment.

But he's my partner.

What do you do when you're scared of your partner?

I pulled it out as the staff around me stared.

This time, the mineral tree pulsated quietly once, without suddenly stretching its roots.

It's as if you were just waiting for me to shake your heartbeat once.

"Boss, we're ready."

Smile more honestly than usual at your partner, shake the mineral tree twice or three times, and get used to feelings that are much lighter than usual.

Turn to the president and tell him that he is ready.

"Well, yeah, I guess your jacket's in the way."

Then the president in the suit loosened his tie a little and left his jacket with Professor Fusio, who was keeping it nearby, walking towards the center.

I will follow.

Not very well dressed to fight.

But your back, your appearance.

At first glance, he behaved as if he were standing in a place full of gaps.

Even such an opponent cannot pass any attack.

A cold sweat flows into that step, which is also denied the image of a slumber.

Even if I tell you not to lose with your heart, you have to laugh because you don't see a winning future (vision).

If it were to face each other, the future would have been taken to an unimaginable area.

But now I look forward to the battle that will begin from the bottom of my heart.

I know from the end that I will lose.

So you're going to borrow your breasts and fight?

No, definitely not.

It's nonsense to fight like that.

I'm not kidding.

I'll never get another chance like this.

Anyway.

Oh, you've changed the atmosphere.

"Yes, I want the president to win, so no, let me win."

"Oh, that's nice. Reminds me of the old Rideaux. I can say that this encounter was worthwhile even if I only saw the fighting spirit."

I want to win.

When I honestly conveyed that feeling with my eagerness, I got a light applause.

Instead of making a fool of me, I can tell from the words and expressions that it is an honest compliment.

"But this is still the Devil King. I won't let you win easily."

And not to mention the reward of praise, the president unleashed his power for another phase.

If the air was shaking just now, what should I say about this?

It's crushing my body as if gravity was acting sideways.

This pressure is pure magic.

Its source, the president, is still smiling with Nico.

I'm not serious, but I'm delighted by the fact that you can take your opponent seriously.

"Come on, challenge me!

The curtain of the battle rose with the president's words proclaiming with pride that his hands could be opened at any time.

If the curtain is up.

"Ufu!

Just set it up!

"Oh! That's so thoughtful!

Roll all your magic from the beginning, strengthen your body, accelerate your thoughts, and fully activate all your senses from here on out.

Honestly, it is nothing but suicide, such as challenging the president directly, who will have nothing to be alarmed about or slow about.

But poor craftsmanship won't work.

It was decided that it was better to make a frontal breakthrough with force than to turn backwards with a bad strategy.

Running for the gentle pleasure of the president, I leave the scenery behind, thrust through the wind, and run through the world as if I had stopped time.

Far from being in perfect shape, I can say it's much better.

My body is light.

It's still up there.

I feel that there is still room for the force that I put in with the intention of doing everything I can.

Hmm!

While I was surprised that this was the dragon's power, I would not hesitate to shake down the mining tree from the top if there was no problem with this power or the president's opponent.

Speed, power, and sharpness are the greatest attacks of all time.

But...

"Whoa, faster and heavier than I thought."

Exceeded expectations, but that was all.

I have no time to rejoice in that.

A knife that cuts off the space is diverted sideways with bread and a sound that feels like it will be lightly knocked down.

The look on the president's face that did it was so stunned, but not so vigilant.

It is easier for the president to deal with an attack that has not escaped from the manageable area than to twist the baby's hand.

It makes me laugh to say that it was a thin, white, beautiful hand that did it.

But I don't think we're going to attack more honestly than before.

There is no such thing as a demon king.

Without shock from being diverted from an attack, the next behavior is chosen from among fast thinking and transferred to behavior using the reflex nerve.

Comma For less than a second, the worse you succeed, the lower the number of digits, the more glamorous the sword area is as if there are multiple slashes from the standpoint of ordinary people.

My attack will lead to the ground, but it won't end there.

The moment you perceive that you have been diverted, carry your feet, turn your wrists back, and U turn them to flow in the direction of the force vector.

Now it's number 18, swallow return.

The blade ruthlessly and murderously approached the president's neck.

I see, you're here.

If you open the door, my attack will be reduced.

However, this is not the case when asked if this distance is safe.

Not even in the eye of the typhoon, just below the typhoon.

Because such a place is the place where you can exert your maximum power, the option of taking a disadvantageous distance of your own is directly linked to equal death.

"Even if I push the risk, I come to pick up the win. Yeah, good judgment. If you're as strong as me and you, you're in defense, which means you have zero chances of winning."

In a storm, the blood of the dragon enters, accelerating its strength, and cutting off everything.

It was my attack that sublimated to the natural phenomenon of the sword storm, but is it like a breeze for the president?

I have dealt with it with one with my right hand since before.

"I was shown to come and pick up less than a percent chance. Now, let's see what we can do if we're attacked. Do your best not to be crushed."

Even with that fact in front of you, you cannot relax your offensive hand.

It is obvious that if it is loosened, it will eventually be swallowed up by the opponent's attack.

That's why.

"Oh, can you avoid that now? It's a big deal."

I can't keep attacking.

Insect whisper.

I was distracted by my intuition.

To exaggerate, even if it's like exposing a big gap, even if I waive my right to act that I'm ready to attack, I judge that the action is correct and take a big distance.

In fact, the action was correct.

The magical blade formed in the president's left hand.

Looks like a one-handed sword formed into a mess, but the warm body was chilled enough to freeze my spine with just one swing.

But I don't have a second to be stunned.

Re-engage in a few seconds and reconfigure the mineral tree.

"Hmm, I think a year is a short time, but it's a long time to be like you. Looks like we're going to have to change your rating a little bit."

It's a long way off.

About ten meters in sight.

Instead of just one leg in between, it's literally the distance you can fill in moments in your current state.

However, I feel that the distance of just ten meters is farther than a million miles.

I never felt this way when I fought the instructor.

Is this all you need to step in just one step?

This is the Demon King.

A nervous feeling that just one attack will take your nerves to the roots.

Normally, I only sweat slightly with that kind of full-scale attack, but now my body is overflowing with sweat.

The amount of sweat that can release moisture in the body.

But I can't afford to worry about it.

No, I realized unconsciously that I had only a few hours left to do my best.

Suu

Oh?

The president noses as he tries to make room and start walking slowly.

Put that spirit into it.

"Kieyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Use a monkey bark.

My screams echoing in the training camp show the performance of the stages by the blood of the dragon.

A monkey scream comparable to a dragon's roar.

The air was vibrated to show physical interference performance.

And then...

"Likewise, I just wanted to see you a little bit more. All right, let's go out for a while."

A cowardly wind broke out.

Raise your bravery, put life into your trembling legs, and challenge the president again.

The president shook the magic blade into the mine tree while gladly looking at me like that.

Even though it's a cancer and magic blade, the sound of the metal hitting each other sounds, and he shakes it with all his strength.

I wonder if the forces are aligned with each other.

Whereas I shake desperately, the president responds with a sword smaller than mine with a spare smile.

And then...

"I don't recommend it yet."

If there is a gap, it will be relentless, and the president's gesture will shred your nerves.

But what is it?

Kaha!

Your mood is gradually getting higher and higher.

Strong.

Very strong.

Your desire to win from the bottom of your heart is overflowing.

How do I win?

What can we do to win?

Thinking about it, adrenaline invades the brain, and the next means is submitted and rejected.

However, I know that I can't win against our warriors.

Then we have to stack the odds of winning less than one percent in the tunnel.

"Mineral tree, connect!!

That's why.

I'll make this choice on the verge of being driven to this last resort.

A mineral tree that stretches its roots and wraps around my arm.

Finally, I saw the surprising face of the president.

Come on, let's go round two!

One word today.

If you do your best, this is a rare opportunity.