Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

Exhale.

Ghost stainer in a naked knife state, hands on the pattern, gripping shallow without force.

Leaps the wooden slab floor without sound.

Several straws had already fallen to the floor.

It's all engraved in a flash.

Repeat triand error, how many times.

The moment I ran the blade, I did see (,,).

There are three trajectories, as a peek ahead of the possibilities of the future.

I don't know which one to slash.

Slash everything. Slash everything. Everything - slashed.

As if it were a remnant, keep it connected without interrupting consciousness.

It was a strange feeling.

As soon as you can ride your bike, so that your anxiety becomes strange when you couldn't.

Yeah, I'm attacked by the thought of how I didn't realize it before or couldn't get to it.

Shh, pull strength out of your body with a breath inhaling motion from your nose.

There are three wreckages of fallen straw.

I can easily imagine why this (,) is not recognized by the world.

Because there is magic.

It is extremely rare for those who wish to reach this point.

The only thing that can beat a wizard by force is basically about a magic warrior.

Quality away from heaven and earth, grim stuck strength difference.

There is no such thing as a drunk who thinks about building up dust and washing heaven in front of such a reality, etc., and it's natural.

But I was there. Because he showed up. Because it came to that.

Before that frontier, God allowed special.

"... it is not so easy to master the Righteousness."

I was renting out a dojo.

The horse appears before Yusuke in a kimono borrowed from the Hechelomethane. She is dressed in Japanese costumes. It's another different kind of fun than black sailor-style outfits, but it's probably common to say female student style outfits.

"Is that deep... is there a genre or something?

Finish the knife, Yusuke asks casually.

"Mizukiri, it's a sword. Modestly, it must be the highest swordsmanship on the continent."

She boasts somewhere.

In previous interactions, a person named Toma was being seen by Kosuke.

She likes her people very much.

Because I love it, Shuka's words weigh heavily. I love it, so proud of Akiha's arm like mine.

And it's because I love everyone...

You don't have to apologize.

Says Kosuke as he refocuses to avoid letting go of his senses.

Slash.

Engraved are four slaughters.

Apparently, the increase or decrease in visible lines depends on the 'possibility of realizing' the moment when you release your sword trident yourself.

If there is only one option, two, three...

"... I wonder if I can let it out naturally in the fight after that"

She squirms and then turns her gaze on the tomato, as I recall, and she stares at this one in surprise.

"What the hell. Oh, if you're free than that, why don't you deal with me a little with a bamboo knife or something"

"Why did you think I'd apologize?"

"You don't need anything else. Besides, it's a little weird that you're faster than the rest of them are coming. Daimyo, you said you had something to tell me."

It was hitting me, and the horse wrinkled between his brows.

"... Lord Shiki and Master Kaguya are very busy. Others... well... you're right."

Shuka also said that she is honest.

You must have come here to reconsider and apologize for what you said and did the first time you met.

It's a little funny and makes me laugh.

"Why laugh?"

"Nothing? Can you help me clean it up?

"... well, fine"

The two of us pick up the scattered straw wreckage.

Silence lasted for a while, but eventually pounded and she overflowed.

"To be honest, I was... terrified of you"

That doesn't mean I felt terrified as an enemy.

She loved her buddies, they were so important, that it turned out that the intruder was not just the intruder, but Yusuke Kurono, whom Shuka and the others had been waiting for, and she feared.

"I thought you were taking everyone... to the dead."

I don't know how many warriors survived a thousand years ago. But few go out of Hechelomethane until it can be said that there is none. The sight on the way here was also peace itself.

I think this country is a comfortable place for the people.

It was Kaguya and the others who built it. I can also see from her recognition as a Führer that she is still respected.

But they had a purpose in life to build a peaceful country.

Without all of us, I lived for a place to end.

Life waiting forever for Yusuke Kurono. Enjoy peace for as long as it lasts, and run straight to the end if the waiter comes.

How horrible it was.

The appearance of Yusuke Kurono is equal to the loss of all of them.

Until then, Kaguya wanted death.

However, it must have felt like a toddler being conscripted of his father.

A loved one goes to a place where he doesn't even know if he's coming back.

I take it for granted that I don't like it.

I was aware of that at an early stage.

Thomas did not fail to pay tribute to Twa.

I guess I've heard Elmer from others many times. The Lord of his companions, his sister, treated him politely. But what only denies the existence of homogeneity with the Lord? When I thought about it, I realized.

I'm not afraid of Yusuke, I'm afraid of something that happens by admitting Yusuke, I guess.

That's why Toma recognized Yusuke, like the others, at that time.

Because her concerns were dispelled.

"You said it. Give those who have lived for a thousand years a place to live."

"Oh, I did say it"

Then she lay her eyes down for a moment and gazed at Kosuke, grinning clumsily.

"My purpose is the same."

"Oh, I thought so."

When she smiles back, she circles her eyes, then this time naturally, laughs small.

"Can I have your help, please?

Because she says to emulate Yusuke earlier.

"Of course, you helped me pick this up."

and clasp his shoulders so that he can play.

She warped her lips slightly, but her sights were soft and loose.

"... you wanted to play a game. If it's a wooden knife, I'll deal with you.

"Oh, please"

"Hey, hey, hey! That's it, Toma! I'll take care of Master Khlo! Even if I'm your master!

Akiha, who has rushed into the dojo, puts her hand on her chest and says that.

"Master... since when... no, I understand. I'll clean this up."

Thomas looks slightly troubled but honestly obeys his word like a disciple.

"Pfft. How much can you say, Mr. Crowe?

"Like."

Without even worrying about taking a bath, the two started the game with all their strength.

Soon more spectators had developed into betting, but such a hustle and bustle did not reach the two people who concentrated on the battle, and that night alone led to the breaking of many wooden knives.