Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

Mastema kicks the ground.

Keep your hands still in the sac (pocket).

Only when, if the shackles were not fitted, would the battle cease to be established.

So far, Mastema's ability to fight one-on-one had been crowned out.

Chili, and burning pain in the back of the brain.

Long black hair. A man who leads a friendly Mogadishu group called Brigades, etc. Glare. 'Black'.

Only on that one, I couldn't beat it. Even so.

That one, I lost to a guy named Chrono. That one hardly accepts a rematch against himself.

So I came to Jeanne, the "Hero of Teaching". At the end of an unrelenting feud, hope to fight Chrono.

Chrono is stronger than the only man who has lost himself, he says.

Then you can take him down.

That way, I'll still have this unpleasant emotion in me.

You can erase the defeat.

I would say lucky to be able to pull clams in that outpost.

For sleepiness, it's just fine.

"Don't say that's it or something, hey!

Mastema is just running carelessly.

It's good on the battlefield.

Still, every attack doesn't carve a scratch on him.

Parfendi unfolds a 'break' behind herself.

That's towards Mastema - it never came.

"Cut off" is a direct hit to be sucked into Parfendi's back, as if it were a disobedience.

――――

Blood smoke.

"What's 'snapping' without slashing the enemy? You know how to break a name."

Reach before her.

With your left foot on the axis, jump your right foot up.

The right leg wrapped around the wind blade stretches out to her in a truncated orbit.

The real feeling of victory, I want to get it as a touch.

I don't think that's it. If this is going to end, then that's it.

But it didn't.

Countless lacerations occur on Mastema's right leg.

Cross your arms (,,,,,,,) in front of your face.

Thanks to the development of "Silver Ashes," my torso never fell apart.

Trying to keep herself away from her with 'wind' magic, anomaly.

"Ha, good. I'm pulling back. Temehe's the best."

"You don't have to be so bad in there."

I guess I didn't have enough room back.

Just that she wants to be there herself.

If you can use your powers to this point, you can no longer ask questions about tone.

"[Under the Wind Robbery]"

Even the wind of business blowing in hell, puts it under control.

Seeing what she looks like now would make it clear that the magic name is not an exaggeration, even if it is a metaphor.

It's like a dull tornado got the shape of a person.

"I'm going to make the next use of reflection. Otherwise, humans, you can't grow. Having suffered defeat in the melee, I thought and came to a conclusion. I don't know if I should let you get close."

It's pointless if you don't have the strength to make that happen. But she was there.

While wrapping natural disasters around him, he maintains them like clothes without hurting himself, stirring and breaking only what he wants.

I am now fighting a storm of will.

One-on-one.

Earlier, I almost got my right leg slammed into a storm and tore apart by the outrage.

"The seeds of 'silver ash' have also dawned. The attack 'comes off', the magic 'plays' and 'turns'. I didn't know if the former was the only one. But the latter, interfering with my magic, is a failure. It's common for beginners to see magic collapse or erupt due to deficiencies in magic ceremonies, but it's one in every 10,000 heroes. In other words, the ability to" silver ash "is something that even realizes one possibility in 10,000."

Not only are they strong, but they also turn heads. Finally, it's a big win.

You don't need denial any more than you are a frightened opponent for having color attributes.

"Possibilities are widths. You don't have a zero chance of dying in a second. But me and Temehe are alive now. I'm winning the possibility of staying alive." Silver ash "can be chosen, within the sway width, any value you like. Reduces the chance of an attack to zero and increases the chance of magic collapsing to one hundred."

"You're lying."

"Ah?"

"Precisely, you can take a favorite value other than a hundred and zero, not? Or you can't break a hundred and zero."

"I wonder. It's not like the numbers are in your eyes."

But I've never been able to cover a zero or a hundred.

If that's possible, for example, we can create anything by changing the probability that something that doesn't exist, from zero to one hundred. Now it reduces the chances of dying exactly from one hundred to one hundred, and it is possible to extend life.

I see. Sure, is that the limit of intervention for 'silver ash' - 'amplitude (spur)'?

"If there's anything else you're asking, do it now. Like there's no remorse left."

"Kindness"

During the short conversation, the damage to each other was allowed to 'heal'.

"I'd be in trouble if Temehe's blade was dull because of the boredom."

'Silver ash' can manipulate the possibilities regarding what it touches by letting it touch magic.

Parfendi's choice in realizing that is commendable. If there was an audience, it deserved a drink.

She puts together a separate magical formula for the storm that wraps around her.

I mean, even if Mastema bumps' silver ash 'and pushes magic into self-destruction, just one thin skin peels off.

That's a hero to think and execute that much in an instant. He deserves the name of a genius, an expert in battle.

One more shackle, it looks good to take it off.

"[Stormwrap]"

The style of combat between Parfendi and Mastema is very similar.

Therefore, the destination may also be similar.

Mastema was also a wizard capable of wearing a storm.

"Can I fly in your wind?"

"I don't know. But not just the other way around. Not even once."

I manipulate possibilities.

Not one in all.

That word, if you say it, is true.

Even so.

The war fairy, who only looked like a child, laughed as she stripped her fangs.

"Yes. Until it comes true, until I wave the blade no matter how many times"

"Oh, do that"

Storms and storms clash.