Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

A sense of intimidation that I feel from him, I don't know what to expect.

It didn't come from anything backed by strength, greed for victory, and the temper to try and defeat this one at all.

I don't know. I don't know what this feeling pressure is or where it's coming from.

Even though I was given the signal to start the game, I could only look at him with these eyes.

"... Wow, I've come this far."

"... be modest. That's all you had."

"I'm nothing but a mediocre, mediocre magician. Not like Kai or Vio."

"... but that's why we have a place to get there. Either you're here or I'm here."

This conversation is scary.

It was terribly creepy how that lack of specialty, and the willingness to stick your fangs out here, was supposed to be hidden, but didn't make you feel any sign of that struggle.

"... Xu. a unrepentant struggle."

"Yeah, do your best."

So, you know, I move. I can't stand this exchange, here.

Kick the ground hard and hard so as to apply all the force to one leg.

Leave your body to that momentum and do the same thing again before you get to the ground.

Dive into his nostalgia in an instant with a walking style that is only conscious of kicking the ground.

And as it is, I hold my fist hard and slap it into his defenseless abdomen.

Zushin and his shoulders are about to come off after intense resistance as if this body had hit something big.

Immediately take a distance and turn to him for the unlikely feeling.

Then there he was, indeed, taking my fist and holding his mouth down with his hands, yet standing firm.

I said, "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! You're amazing!

"... for each of his own bodies, he said he hit him back with a stone"

Behind him sat a summoned giant stone pillar.

I'm sure you timed it with my blow and slapped that stone pillar in your back.

To literally offset the power of my blow. Even though such a thing, if you make a mistake, makes you instantly incapable of fighting.

I turn my consciousness to my right shoulder as I wrap my tongue around that impossible method of warfare.

... It's not coming off. However, this damage is serious.

Physical damage is instantly converted. However, the fatigue accumulated on this shoulder was enough to lift my right arm satisfactorily.

Perhaps it is often time to take a full blow?

... From the start, was this what you were after? Was my focus solely on taking my lead in this first contact?

"... you're a horrible person"

"This one's thrown away. I can do anything."

"Do you intend to make the most of the effectiveness of this place…"

"You showed it to me at the previous game. Then I can do it too."

Afraid. Oh, well, is that what this fear is about?

He's like me. It's like a viper trying to stick his fangs out of his back, trying to control the battlefield pale while keeping something hidden.

But... that's not all. This is something I don't have.

"Come on, let's go."

At that moment, a stone pillar that blocks this sight protrudes from the ground in front of you, hastily taking a distance to secure your sight.

Then it came to pass that a stone spear arose from the pillar, and shortly thereafter he danced out of the side of the pillar with a spear of the same type.

Completely, a tactic of war that attempts to attack with a difference in reach. Grab the thrown spear with a piece of paper.

Shake that spear gently and check for strength. And the moment I observed it with the devil's eye...

"Huh! That's a mess"

"Whoa, did you find out?"

Make sure the magic in the spear swells up suddenly and throw it away immediately.

Without the Devil's Eye, I would have been a moment late to notice. And in that moment, my palm would probably have gone flat.

It exploded, the spear. I didn't know it was possible until remotely operated...... was it one of his handbills he didn't show so far, this is...

Now we step out big here. I was wondering if they were going to be grabbing the pace, kicking up the stone debris scattered around them trying to disrupt the field.

Running past beside him in a barrage of stones.

A spinning kick with no turning around is slammed into his hips.

Yet again, I frown upon the unusual feeling and distance myself greatly as I fell apart.

"... you're a first-class evader and attacker... just a little too chronic."

"... sounds like it"

Matches so far. I've been attacking all the time.

But it looks like they took the offense backwards.

Her legs slapped into her hips, her heel boots were heavily torn apart.

There are no scratches. However, a definite sense of fatigue accumulates in my legs. Fortunately, I'm glad it's the axial foot that supports the attack, not the left foot, but the right foot, but now I can't travel very long distances either.

Perhaps he had planted something like a toge in his own body. Melee moves to the detour will accumulate this damage.

Was the first attack over the small hand on your back?

When I checked again, the caged hand that was worn in my hand had also been torn to pieces.

... You can't even punch into the breadth, now.

Well, then...

"Are you going to bring it to a ranged battle"

"That's what happened"

... Oh, that seems so far.

Too bad. I would have hidden it through the finals if I could.

Even as this one prepares, relentless spear throwing continues from him.

It shifts away while sheltering one leg, and occasionally throws it back before it explodes by grabbing the spear.

And while that explosion acts like a smokescreen, I turn my hand to my own back.

Then he puts it before him, removes the wrapped cloth, and exposes it to the crowd.

Kai once found the most powerful demon bow for me.

"... brilliant"

"Shit, I knew it was a bow. There's been a rumor for a while. You look like the archer who gave you your old name."

"Again, it seemed difficult to hide through"

I keep my bow up and kick the ground hard with my stomping left foot.

His body only stiffens for a moment that I haven't given up on approaching him yet.

Approaching to fly low. Try to force your right foot, which doesn't move satisfactorily anymore, to slap it to the ground and accelerate even further.

The spear flies. A stone column grows from the ground in front of you.

It's okay, I see it. This eye is well aware of the omen.

Change the activation, avoid the stone columns, and further misplay the approaching spear there with the Princess of the Demon Bow rebellion.

Still, he caught a good grip on this move and was alert to the moment the demon bow was released.

... Again, you're not quite alert. You expect it to come out of this posture, too.

I throw the Magic String Squeezed Demon Bow to his limit, just before I shoot my keepsake - the Demon Bow itself strongly at him.

Just throwing. But thrown with my shoulder strength, it produces enough results to deflect his consciousness.

... the venue is full of magic.

He activated the regenerative technique and took it to root out the surrounding magic, and stuck his fist out by knocking the collected magic into his stomach with a guard empty to prevent the bow.

Reaching out of your hand is a polar stone spear.

I'm sure you've been moving to get me to bow out from the start.

That's why you turned your consciousness to the bow more than you had to.

That's why you became conscious when you threw like this.

This spear and my body approach him.

And now it was my blow to his body that pierced him deeply and deeply.

"… there is a battle"

"... oh my -"

His abdomen was wrapped around something like a chain armor.

Pregnant togees. Those were probably producing the result that even punching bare hands and kicks would hurt this one.

But the stone spear that used his magic protected me. You wore him.

With ingenuity, obsession with victory, and careful preparation, a deep respect for this man who approaches this point.

"... my... win"

"Huh...?

At that moment, something looms in my sight.

What struck him with tremendous momentum was his head covered in hood.

And... make sure you break through the hood and give it a sharp shine -

"If it weren't for this place, I wouldn't be able to fight you."

"Agu... kufu..."

Why, I can move. How can you be so powerful?

You can't take that blow and not run out of health!

His hood tore open and something like a sharp spear tip peeps from its apex.

I planted a dark vessel... did I get my eyes pierced with an array?

With the blow now, my health was about to pounce to the bottom. I don't listen to my feet.

My head is heavy and I cannot define my point of view satisfactorily.

"... Now I'm out of Tane. It was expensive, knitting a spell in this robe."

"... protective spell...?

"Correct. Every letter of this guy was offsetting his attack. That was the last blow that wiped it all out."

Yeah, he's strong everywhere. Were you prepared that far?

Such, I can't believe I would have planted a spell for buildings and camping tools in my robe.

I also know very well that that was expensive and valuable once I restored my mansion.

That's no way......

Slowly, he comes closer to my side.

And as alert this one, he stopped a few steps in front of him, producing a spear.

Oh, that's a shame. If you'd gotten a little closer, I could have taken your strength by dark magic.

"I'm sorry, but I'm the one making it to the finals, Mr. Mr. Vio may be disappointed, though."

"... hehe, that's not true."

"Hehe, that's what you say."

No, you don't.

It literally means it won't be 'that...'

"No, that means I'm the one making it to the finals."

Moments, red flashes that plunder my cheeks.

It popped out of Mr. Dawson's abdomen.

You can't, Mr. Dawson. We need to gather information well.

"I am not a bowman. Because I'm a demon archer."

"... is there, no"

Remote operation of the bow. Covered shooting since installation.

From orbital to velocity manipulation of magic arrows, magic bow moves create a variety of effects depending on your skill.

That was a shame. Until that demon bow released an arrow automatically, what I set when I threw was two “ seconds just.

If you'd stuck a spear at me at first sight, I'd be the one to lose.

We lose each other's health to the limit, and we flutter away.

From his eyes, the fighting spirit has not yet vanished. To that figure who swings his fist up in a slow motion, I learn yet again the fears of oblivion.

What, poke him around? What is the identity of this intimidation?

"You're too bad for forebears!!!! Mr. Tsubaki!"

I, too, hang everything else in one blow.

He refines his magic, and - beats the dark magic on him as he rushes in to squeeze his last power.

Take away the roots. Give me your strength, your magic, everything.

At the end of the day, my position was reversed.

I magically came to the end of knocking him down with my fist up.

With a body just a little easier, I look down at him, stuck to the ground and completely lost my mind.

It was that moment. Before cheering, I heard that sad scream in my ear.

"Oh... it should be reasonable and horrible..."

"If I lose, my daughter will definitely cry"

I mean, he was fighting to protect his daughter from tears.

Yeah, that should make sense and strong. You're not supposed to fall. You're not giving up.

The way I fought my body was all for my daughter.

Strong, strong everywhere. It's a very enviable strength, it is.

"I'm sure you were... my next strongest in this tournament"

this victory, and so that he can boast of defeat.

I'll stay strong.