A week had passed as soon as possible since your colleagues visited the country of sowing.
Beginning with the reunion of the Rock Garden brothers and sisters, followed by a decade-long grand banquet, a visit to Zipang colored with the jumping dungeons of General Soo. A week of tears, laughter and doodles was filled with excitement and fullness every day.
But when events become more frequent so that if a lavish treat continues, one misses a qualitative meal, one seeks a mediocre routine.
She's the daughter of a rock garden, especially a caorle who was worshipped as a direct princess and received a welcome that she wouldn't even put down there. As a village or town daughter, for Caorle, who lived in plain sight, the seven days in the sowing country were intense enough to be equal to a lifetime.
Sometimes he was brought here with only a short explanation, but Caorle was totally homesick and wanted to put it on something and go back to Easwind.
However, the key means of mobility
"Heh heh. Fluffy haha. Zipang's liquor is thin. It's like water. You can drink as much as you want."
"Lootoo, your eyes are gone!?
Even as drunk as the Hachi serpent was, his wish to return home was not fulfilled.
Then and even consulting my grandfather, who brought himself to Zipang,
"I miss you. Was that bunker still there? My father used to stop me when I was a kid, but I snuck off to eat incense."
"Grandpa's blind, too. - Huh!?
My grandfather, who was poking memories of the day of his existence, still seemed to keep tripping.
"Bow, would you like some dough?
"Pancakes are better, right? Hey?"
"I'll have..."
Until Yumiel, as she interacted and worked with the ladies of Himeji Castle, she seemed completely familiar with the country of sowing.
Yumiel, who got the new name Bow, seemed to be working here for ten or twenty years as it were.
Caorle who wants to get home early, but whether you sit back and wait, or try to invite him around, his wishes are unlikely to come true. As he wrapped his hands around it, Caorle was dressed in luxurious Japanese clothing and tailored to the princess of the rock garden.
As it is, as a direct princess, you may be seated in Kaoru's cauldron. It is also well conceivable to be held by a sword and to be fought against demons and human beings of other countries.
The hasty Caorle decided to focus on key figures who could solve the problem and start negotiations for his return.
"Hey, Takahiro. Time to go home to Easwind? Look, make Lootoo stop drinking and be a dragon again."
"Huh? You haven't even eaten duck Nambu yet? Fugs and oysters will be delicious from now on, and I want crabs too. New America is still delicious."
"Takahiro! Think about it!
The face of the great man who was eating in the salute room also looked a little rounded. My eyes are more and more cloudy with the colour of laziness, and my body is always lying down as if I had forgotten to even stand.
A typical no human figure was there.
"I'm sure your fathers, your uncles, everyone in the village and Kuru will be worried. You have to go home and make sure you look good."
"You're not that worried. Both the youth group and the villagers were just Rakuten families, so you only think about 'Mr. Village Chief, you'll be happy with your first home in a long time'. Well, the walnut might be a little stubborn."
Precious big rolling gobbly over the tatami while grabbing a ripped clam.
to that figure, where Caorle tried to exhale a sigh of disappointment,
"Well, but I know how you feel. It's time for me to get some sleep in my room bed. Well, let's go home."
Your Majesty rose to momentum.
"What? Yes, okay?
"Fine or nothing, you want to do that, don't you? I want to do the same. 'Cause if you can just have a good meal, if you're still here..."
Gallari and your grandeur opening the obstacles facing the garden.
In the spacious garden where the jade gravel was laid, the three sides were surrounded by white-walled walls and pine trees were planted in the corners.
And there were eight half-naked Hans.
"Hey, haha! What a wonderful day for auditorium."
"The sun that lights gently. Fresh-blowing wind. In colored red red leaves, the clouds flock in the sky."
"Come on, Lord Sayama, sweat with me."
Guitar gently closed the handicap behind his back.
"Oh, it's so depressing."
"Oh, yeah. It's refreshing, but it was thick, those guys"
All eight of them, old and young, had a full smile as they sparingly exposed their hard upper bodies, which burned in the sun, and sweated brilliantly in the sun.
I felt the smell of full masculinity slip through the handicap, and Caorle unexpectedly shrugged.
I'll tell your great-aunt I'm leaving tomorrow.
"Oh, wait!
Leaving the blue-faced caorle, Guido walks up the hallway alone. A hastily chased caorle lined up beside him, the two of them aligned themselves and proceeded down the slab hallway.
"Still, those guys, the Legion Leader, the Knights Leader, that's how strong they are, isn't it? Yet you say something strange about wanting to do an audition with Takahiro. Yeah, I've heard that these people don't want to fight people who are weaker than themselves, but are they different in Zipang?
While proceeding through the large mansion, Caorle takes the story with him.
General, or head of a combat group, said it was strange that he wanted to fight civilians on purpose. Though a former adventurer, why would he want to fight his old retired opponent? Caorle swelled his cheeks and pointed his lips, wondering if this was a weak bully.
In response to this remark of hers, Your Highness,
"Uh... you didn't notice?
Only, leaked.
"Huh? He said he hadn't noticed... what?
"No, I think I'm going to understand something when I find out that Routou is a chaotic dragon... well, no. I'll tell you about it."
"Huh? Huh? I'm curious. What is it? Hey, hey, what is it?
"Ugh, shake it. I told you I'd talk to you when I calm down."
Crouching and rocking caorle grabbing the chest of your large long-sleeved shirt. Play her forehead with your fingers, your greatness that keeps you apart.
Sora Hachi, who looked like a friendly young couple and watched them sneak out of the corner of the hallway, smiled with a full face that now the Rock Garden family was safe, the two would be a good couple.
In addition to the multitude and multitude of "matches," the war in Zipang was called a "one-strike" in which superior individuals and individuals were bumped together.
If the generals and generals met on the battlefield and raised each other's names, that would signal the start of a single strike. No obstruction, no help, inviolable one-on-one battle. Dawn, who crosses the blade with the blade and brilliantly raises the enemy general's neck, at which point the battle wins or loses.
Naturally, only when one or two of them have been struck will the battle end because it is illogical, there are still those who can fight.
However, in Zipang, where numerous warring power titles and countless evil spirits gleam on narrow soil, the reduction in power is less favourable than necessary. Even if the general is defeated and still opens his bloodpath without giving up, it is the warlords and glamours of other countries who have stuck their fangs out here all the time, waiting for them exhausted.
Tactically, there are warlords who choose to compete to determine female males. Sometimes it strengthens barren wear and tear wars. But the general settlement of the battle is still a one-horse beating between the general and the general. Repeat this, and when the Admiral is eventually struck down, the battle between the two countries will end in the sun.
The results are obvious as soldiers from both armies watch. Winning factions stick their fists up, losing factions deliver their swords to their sheaths. The whole responsibility lies with the lord, and the man in the defeated country lives a new life in the victorious country.
The exchanges as if they were chess and the clean arrangements could be described as unique to Zipang, whose wars were constant, for better or worse.
Now, in jipangs of such circumstances, strength will be required above all as a qualities of a warlord. Those who excel in elements that will be required for roughly a single ride, such as soul power, skill and experience, are chosen as warlords.
If I chose to be a family member, I was promised that my neck would be easily pruned and that I would put Honmaru at risk for that matter. To be a warlord, first, power. It is the strong, the fierce, who deserve to be warlords of the warring nations.
That's why the Warlords, day after day, have no pull out of training. As well as exorcising demonic changes to enhance your soul strength, you will also remember to gain experience through real-life forms of archery, skill enhancement, and one-handed hitting.
Seed a talisman on all sides of the jade gravel garden to ignite a pine light, creating a junction that prevents fatal injuries. In a space that can be described as a simple artificial labyrinth, those who become generals, and those who aspire to be generals, cross blades day and night.
"What am I standing in such a noisy place?"
Noble University was walking down the hallway of the Mansion with Caorle in order to tell Kaoru Iwaen, lord of the sowing country, that he was returning. The reason he stands in a real-life auditorium within Himeji Castle was extremely lucid.
"If you want a caorle, show me your strength"
"This old lady is serious about her eyes!?
Caorle wants to go home. I want to go home myself. So I will leave tomorrow morning as well. Thanks for your help this past week. That's all you told me.
Kaoru's response to this was an earlier word that could also be taken as a threat.
Guided by silence to the auditorium in action, Guitar recalled that Jipang was also known as the Land of Shura.
"Big Aunt, please stop! Takahiro is an ordinary person! I'm a former adventurer, but I'm not very strong! So!
"Don't worry. Within the protective kingdom, your body will not be severed if you receive a blade of escape. A hammer won't break your skull."
"That's not what I meant!
Knocking on an invisible wall strewn in a field auditorium, Kaoru shouted his throat all the way out.
As if he were to be fished by his voice, the whole castle gathered together what it was, and he opened his eyes for a moment and raised his voice of surprise.
"Kaoru-sama! And Lord Sayama!
"The fire is lit on the pine. So, you and I are going to do a one-strike archery?
"That would be tedious. Look, my lord. I mean that one."
Among the defiant audience, Caoru acknowledged the appearances of Yahiko Sogami and Yahiko, Yumiel and Lutu, and immediately rushed over to them.
"Grandpa! Guys! Anyone can stop my great-aunt!
"Hey, I can't do that. The protective kingdom cannot be solved until Matsui burns out naturally or there is a battle. See, the hard thing about this junction, the hard thing"
"And our Lord is totally willing to do it. Within the narrow boundaries of the Five Rooms (about ten meters), your palace will not be able to continue to flee in a relaxed manner."
The eight soaked generals, who welcomed Caorle, had lowered their hips on the edge and were totally in a position for watching the game. Yahiko, Yumiel and Routou, lined up beside them, sit in the same way and stare at the two facing each other in the center of the garden.
"Why are you suddenly fighting..."
"I guess there is fear in the incense. If a relative goes somewhere out of his or her sight, he or she may never see him again. There's nothing I can do about it, even if my head knows it's not like a god hide. Kaoru was terribly frightened the last few days just to show me how I wanted to go home to Eastwind."
"Oh no, that big aunt... seems like someone with a strong heart"
"It's just strong enough to make people think so. Some toughness is not easy to frustrate. But I was timid when I was young. I guess it's essentially the same now. So yeah, I'll try to pretend, and I'll try you."
Yahiko, seated on the edge, looked closely into his grandson's eyes and told him that this was necessary, that there was nothing to stop.
Still, I wasn't convinced by the caorle. Because what's precious to her is that she's a guy who's goofy, sloppy, screwy, and like a maid kicking her in the ass every day.
A man who just likes people, is roughly irrelevant to strength, and is likely to die lightly if he gets beaten up by the wanderings there. What was precious to Caorle was such a person.
That's why Kaoru, a warlord, just sees him confronted with Noble University, and Kaoru becomes softly restless. The next moment I look away, when I think your neck might be dancing through the universe, I can't even blink.
It should be noted that Caorle tries to cling to someone as he is about to cry. It was, unexpectedly, a route that sneered at her.
"I don't know what you're worried about, but there's no way Takahiro's going to lose. Instead, I think we should worry about that old lady."
"Lootoo? That's..."
Yumiel covered his words with a caorle that hardened like he had been poked in the void.
"... Mr. Caorle. Your husband is strong."
"Yummy."
A girl with clear eyes spoke pale, to state the facts.
No, maybe that's an indisputable fact. Caorle, at least, had never heard Yumiel lie or joke before.
"Kaoru-sama has moved!
The audience gathered at the auditorium in action turned to great lengths.
Kaoru, wearing Japanese clothes, placed the sword in his hand on the lower level and approached him with slippery feet.
Eighteenth of the Haunted Incense, the poking of divine speed is rolled out. The merciless moves that push you up to decide between your belly and your heart have never allowed you to dodge or even recieve them before.
Caorle couldn't even judge what was true and what was fictional anymore.
It's just that everything will be revealed the next moment. That's all she knew.
"Coming, coming... Coming!
In a flowing motion, Kaoru's sword is sucked into the nostalgia of your greatness -
Then, like putting a knife in a tofu, the blade of silver profoundly pierced the belly of your greatness without any resistance -.
At that moment, Caorle's vision was stained white -.
"I'm gonna make a hell of a move."
In a white-dyed world, the black shadow moved loosely.
"You don't like the movement you put on haste. Catching up slowly, attacking all at once, or too much pressure. Not if it's bad for the heart."
The man, wearing a black jacket removed from his personal storage space and pulling the knife out of his hips sheath, rang his neck once before dropping his hips in a good way.
"A special blow to the steeple. Technology-specific or whatever. Samurai. I'm a bit unfavourable for avoidance specialists, paper armored scouts..."
Hilariously, the man who turned his eyes to Caorle, Nobita...
"Well, just try it"
I exhaled so briefly, I kicked the ground.
"Damn!?
Ginn and the moment the sound of metal bumping into each other, Caorle's world regained color once and for all.
The audience gathered in a field auditorium with jade gravel. Burning pine lights placed on all sides and occasional, luminous protective boundaries. And in the center, there was Kaoru and Guitar, who hit each other with a knife and a sword.
"What, Taka, Hiro?
In front of the bewildered girl, a battle unfolds beyond people's knowledge.
If Guitar runs at a speed you can't follow with your eyes, Kaoru uses the reach of the sword to target the rest of the way. If the poke of incense, which is also metaphorically lit by lightning, rips open the sky, Guitar will take his place to prevent this.
Compared to Kaoru, who was born in a world of war and has lived as a warlord of the warring kingdom, your great movement was by no means inferior.
"Kaoru has two hundred and forty souls, right? How much soul power does Lord Sayama have...!?
"No, it's not just soul power. I can afford it. I also have the courage. Your palace seems to have stepped on quite a few occasions."
If you are in the mood of a samurai rip, it is said that the constant man will shudder and freeze to the heart. If you look at the white blade, your body shrinks, and if you can point the cuttoe at it, tears come to mind.
Even the eight or so soaked generals, yet, when they are relative to Kaoru, a cold sweat floats. The mind and body are affected by the fluctuations emitted by the absolute powerful.
But how's your college today? As if dancing and dancing, the movement has no hardness. No waste, no gaps, I can't even feel nervous.
Those with high soul power, or higher levels, have only the physical ability to match it. So, Guitar has a level above Kaoru, so when it comes to being able to move like that, it doesn't.
His movements were familiar. There was room in the fight.
It was like saying that he had fought as many opponents as Kaoru had, and he was behaving slowly.
"I remember. All PK (player killers) for rarities and veteran players who raise their blood trail to a position fight. Plus, the nettle scrappers who threw away their lives. In a way, I've dealt with as many of them as I can."
Not to make anyone listen, but one by one, Guitar laughed thinly.
"I've been fighting Level 250 monsters and BOSS as many times as I've been in this world. I fought Chaos Dragon, and in the arena, I fought them who were treated like heroes. I zombied, and besides, I fought an enormous Elu."
Remembering the experience that had been built up, Noble Daisy instilled confidence in her spare time. We have fought dozens or hundreds against each other in virtual reality and have defeated all the difficult enemies that stand even in "Earth".
A certainty backed by a solid track record, not an overconfidence in one's abilities. In a sense, the noble daughters, arguably warriors of the war, were not at all distracted, in front of the ghost princess and the warlord who was deceived.
"Apparently, you don't need to try any more. Your strength has been well conveyed through the blade."
Kaoru, who opposes Noble University, also leaks pompous, pompous words.
"But the settlement is something that needs to be made. Let me show you my righteousness. Be prepared."
Kaoru, who stood with his hands and had slightly fallen back, slowly began to wield the razor as he corrected his posture and stirred the wind like a willow.
The blade of the sword swirls greatly, emitting a dull wind cut sound. Along with that, Kaoru's body begins to dance.
"Whoa, that's Lord's [divine dance]!
"In less than ten seconds, the Absurd moves of cutting enemies into pieces. If you take it properly, you'll be instantly chopped into inches!
To Kaoru's showdown, General Sogami hastily forgot about the protective kingdom.
No, they're not the only ones. All who were here watched the moment of the clash, swallowing solitude.
Kaoru dances. Your college is half-baked. Kaoru approaches. Your Highness stops the movement. Kaoru shakes his sword up to the top. Nobunaga sets up a knife in front of you -!
"Takahiro, come on -!!
To the sound of a caorle that could be played, the two tried to attract each other and hit each other.
"Master!
"I will definitely be back in the basin and New Year! Spend your time masterful too!
When the sun went down and the bell worm rang out even more, one night after the battle between the great and the incense.
He was held back when he tried to return, and he was held back when he tried to return, and after it lasted many, many times, the line of greatness was finally able to leave.
Gently illuminated by the autumn moon, Himeji Castle's real-life auditorium was lined with people who dropped off the nobles, and in the center of it was Kaoru, surrounded by Sora Eight generals. The old woman, bandaged around her neck, smiled and waved forever, even as the figure of the nobles disappeared.
"Grandpa, are you glad you didn't stay?
On the back of a luteau that turned out to be like a dragon carrying a wagon, Caorle inquired of his grandfather, who stared at Jipang as far away as he could.
"No, that's okay. The country of sowing is my home, but where I should go home is the village of Zipania, where my wife sleeps. That village I spent fifty years in is where I belong."
In the words of his grandfather, who spoke so with laughter, he felt a glimmer of stray, grinding, and great determination, and Caorle stopped, more than that, from giving him water.
"Well, we're talking about a router picking us up, so you can always go home. Hey, Rootoo."
"Um, but I'll take care of it."
"The new booze you can open on New Year's Eve is extraordinary again."
'Uhm! Hehe, don't you understand? That's all right, so.'
"You've been acting like an alcoholic lately."
'No, liquor is like water for dragons. Instead, you've been drinking too much.'
"I'm telling you, dragons and dragons get drunk and knock them down."
The voice of the lutoo that echoes directly in the jaws and the voices of Nobita and Yahiko.
Hearing stories of a princess, or a direct line, and such words unmixed, Caorle fell backwards, as he lost his mind.
"Oh? What's up, are you tired?
"Well, yeah. I feel like I've finished the event for the rest of my life."
Guitar, glancing into the face of the caorle lying still, grinned lightly and nodded small.
"Well, what choice do I have? Even if I'm in your shoes, maybe I will."
"Right? Lutu is Chaos Dragon, Grandpa was an exotic king, my big aunt is the current king, and I'm a princess. - I'm hungry. Besides, Guitar was actually the Black Knight, it's a tough mess, Buy! Because they said something like... uh, I think I'm going to turn my eyes"
I didn't say anything.
Guitar poked a small poke at Caorle's forehead and sat down next to her.
"No, but your big aunt, you were strong. I was going to play it all, but if that series of cuts hadn't ended in ten, I would have used my avoidance skills completely."
'No, no, it would still have had a few matches. But it was splendid not to rely on the [mirage] for cheap. Boulder, my fiancée. "
"... if I had used the [mirage], I wouldn't have been in a predicament."
"Hmm, if I totally dodged it over there, you can't. If you use [Mirage], you can avoid anyone, anything. I don't think that's what my aunt wanted to know."
Woe to you, Caorle shrugged as he fell asleep and stared at the nobles who continued the conversation beyond comprehension.
"I knew I'd like normal. You know, direct lines, princesses, that kind of tires me out."
"Right? I'll be honest with you, black knights and interpersonal fights. Everyday, relax, and live more sexually."
"Good."
"Hmm?"
"Yeah, it's nothing"
Caorle felt far away, as did Noble Daisy, who had fought with the Black Knight and a paranormal battle, so that she had no sense of reality for herself, an exotic princess.
But we can make no mistake of ourselves living in Granferia every day, busy but fun.
Nobunaga Hagu is a store for everything, and Caorle is the sign daughter of the Mass Dining Room. That's the real image, the way the cahors want it.
Caorle, who had a number of titles but understood it to be true, exhaled for a long time and looked up out the window, at the night sky where the stars were brilliant.
Almost fifteen nights. The fully rounded moon watched the Caorles gently.