I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

"Oh, you, since when?!?

Suddenly, the question arose before answering the question about the appearance of the mask (Kale).

Not scolding it or pointing it out. The mask shakes its head. The white side to the left and right, to be exact.

Guess so because it's moving, though.

"That question is inaccurate"

"... with Doyuko?

"You should ask when, not where,"

"Huh?"

"What?"

For a moment Tomoe and Liu were surprised to see how that was different.

I understood its meaning by the following words of Mascalade. No, I can do it.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not rude enough to let a woman go home alone in the middle of the night."

"No way!?

"Yes, you were there!?

The two of them were stunned when they remembered the situation at the inn where they broke up with Shin-ichi.

Then I can understand the meaning of the word "where" instead of "when".

Because the mask didn't come after the two of you were brought here.

'Oh, I've been here forever.

All the way from the elevator to inside the mansion.

You slept like you really felt comfortable, both of you. '

"" Hino!!!

I felt that the three-day moon smile with no laughter at all appeared behind the impudence and screamed.

I'm no longer talking about hiding my lethargy. It was all witnessed up close.

"But lightly to such a low degree of technique, even though it was unintentional.

There was nothing more unbroken than watching you hang up. "

A young and old unidentified voice is spun with a sad color, albeit.

The two of them were instantly changing the type of sweat they shed on their foreheads from fatigue to burning it.

Complaints such as "why not help there" have not come to mind in the first place among them.

It was not their own fault, but their consciousness was geared towards something else.

'I'm sure I didn't work out enough.

Tomorrow, no, not today anymore... hopefully we can have breakfast safely '

"I don't know!!

"Wow!?!?

Just the two of you snorts. Both names blues your face with rattles and trembling.

That was more frightening than when the fire struck me earlier.

'Look, look, calm down, the surgery's getting messy. Bring some more.'

Watch it with a pleasant voice, but be careful. Behind that, there's Taoism.

By not being dealt with in any way, he's furiously targeting the mask, disturbing the demon blade and shooting at it.

Instead of touching it, it just came close and the blade of evil fogged away as if frightened.

The perimeter is the very existence of its anomaly and the anomaly of the blackness. And somewhere else.

I'm just confused by how Tomoe and the others are making me feel intimate and frightened.

It had solidified.

So, let's get back to it, do we need this first hand?

Are you willing or unwilling to explain them to me? The mask turns its voice only to the two of us.

The two cross their gaze for a moment at that word being questioned again but there is a lot of confusion there.

He continued, urging them - so that they could catch up - that they could not be summarily executed.

'If it's just you guys, you're already stuck, Jiri. But what if I were there?

Whatever you want, if you're not using it the wrong way, I'll give you a break tomorrow. '

"Seriously!? Huh?"

"You had Buddha and God! Hmm?"

Hands down.

The two found hope in the phrase, but turned and looked surprised.

Normally, all you have to do is have the mask take that demon sword away from you. Right there.

Unless accompanied by a disturbing proviso such as "if I'm not mistaken”.

"... is there still something wrong with you?

"There is definitely this way of saying it!

Watch Do-jin with certainty. I can see that the problem is because you're exercising your technique.

The fact that we can't move and the fact that no one else can get close to us.

Ranged attacks are also prevented by their aftermath and demon blades. Not that one.

Even if you can scratch it and attack it, it will be bounced with the evil of the original Devil's Sword.

But if there's more to it than that, it is.

"Hey, if you're sure of my eyes, that demon sword, some kind of hand..."

"Damn, are you adhering already?

Its squeaky voice makes its surroundings noisy but at the same time its gaze gathers there.

Right hand holding the Devil's Sword. There were muscles strewn out there as if they were plant roots.

And the pattern sinks more than half into its palm and is integrated. of the powerful power of evil.

Among them, that fusion, which cannot be solved, was no longer a stage that could be managed with surgery.

"Come on, how do you use my hand?

Guess I noticed the biggest problem.

Sounds like a fun voice, yet ruthlessly forcing that choice everywhere.

Two pairs of gazes look at the mask as if they were half shy and half frightened if they can't believe it.

The optimal solution itself is simple.

The roots are indeed stretched. But to the middle of my right arm at best.

Then you can cut off the eroded area.

Lew and Tomoe reached the thought at the same time and breathed heavily.

"Hey, that's just it!

………………

So Lyo screams, and Tomoe ceases to be.

Their feelings for Taoism themselves are nothing but pity. I'm trying to help.

Simply because it is the least likely to rot behind and not conflict with the entire clan.

Cutting off one's arm may be resentful to him or the Tsugami.

It's hard to talk about pursuing responsibility as a clan to Tomoe and others because of the circumstances so far.

Whatever you do, you break into our own Sovereign's mansion and you obviously shouldn't let them out.

This is the quote I took out without permission and used on my own, so I deserve Taoism.

Rather, this is such a lapse on their part that it would develop into a Tsugami responsibility issue.

Though.

They were also aware in one corner of their heads that their mishaps and failures were a direct cause.

unconscious in surgery, caught off guard and unable to resist, and briefly exposed to

Trying to stand around well, he postponed the end of the situation and allowed his opponent to run wild.

Things have now stacked up with a few mistakes, but it is a substitute for them.

Will you come here and push the final end of it to the mask alone?

It's also a lifelong wound of cutting off your arm. Not in the chest of the two of us.

Strong guilt swirled not enough words such as guilt.

It would still have been nice if this had been a normal arm.

If we get him to a properly equipped hospital right away, we can connect him to Garrett's.

It is not impossible without current medicine with technology in it. but those are demon-contaminated arms.

There's no point in cutting it off if it's connected. But that's the only way to do it anymore.

This is the only place in the world that has as much power as it can do.

And even more unfortunately, the mask can't swap positions with anyone else.

Calle, who only really has the spiritual power to the extent of tears of a suzume, is powerless only in that respect.

I just never lose against that demon in that ray of evil instead.

That's all I need to hear. Tomoe and Liu feel it on their skin.

"─ Eh."

That's why Tomoe was stuck breathing. I don't hear a voice out of my open mouth.

The stunned, open eyes tremble fine, bluing his face in a different way than earlier.

That's the only way anymore, but Tomoe said he had to ask for it.

I really didn't want to just ask Calle for it. Even for a reason.

Seeking the act of hurting someone from Calle is more cruel than asking someone else.

She had somehow felt that it was an act.

And in front of his eyes, which were going to collapse, the mask said, "It's also a thought that he's too smart."

I had a broken face that no one could see, but I didn't have that smile on my gaze.

"Oh, answer..."

She nods as she bites her lips in those sharp eyes as if to hurry.

I can't go wrong with just the ultimate priority more than prolonging it so far.

That demon sword can never be released into the world. So.

"I do, Tomoe Surfina asks.

I want you to slash his arm off with a camnagi. "

"Damn!

I was desperate to keep my voice from trembling, but that voice was still frightening.

I beg your indulgence. At least I want her slaughtered in her own name.

I answered the mask asking him to use his own love knife. Lew's own impudence, too.

It offends me to regret that while I'm in pain, that's all I have.

"............... sorry"

Tomoe apologized in a vanishing voice to hide in the shadow.

Have you overlapped your lethargy? Did you push something like this? Both of them?

There is no hegemony in that face that I let down, like a child scolded by his parents.

I don't know how he got the mask. There was a deep sigh leaking out of his mouth.

"Ha..."

Tired, frightened, and they naturally caught their cheeks.

Isn't this the air (it) before he pursues his opponent's unconscious failure?

In addition to guessing, cold sweat flows through the cold gaze that is poured on them.

"Incorrect, you idiot disciples... I even showed you a hint. Or pity."

"... eh, mistake? Yep!?

"Him, where's the tip!?

Be prepared, even if you feel down to the bottom for guilt and impudence.

Still, that's the only answer I gave. It's just a misanswer. They can't chase understanding.

Shall I call that funny? Or was it hilarious to panic?

The next word in the mask was a mix of colors that seemed fun.

"But with a face that's still going to cry, let's appreciate your decision."

You have to push that heavy aftertreatment on others after you become aware of your own lapse.

And I felt the pain and regret and the fact that I still wouldn't get away with it. The mask was a beauty.

Even though there was a cry from the two of them that they didn't look like that at the same time.

"Goddamn it, let's just do that"

I laughed at it once. The mask looked back and saw the way true.

I just said I'd show you the 'right answer' more than I said their answer was a misanswer.

Though his calling and attacks, which continue as always, remain utterly ignored.

"... don't you scold me?

Both names that I thought could be blamed for being stronger or more pungent on that back were clapped out.

Tomorrow morning workouts will be tough, but the usual pales and what went wrong.

I was surprised the words didn't come out to coincide.

'I can look like that. You don't have to. You know that.

What's the point of pointing that out like one aunt or another?

Yeah, but if you still want something to say... '

He spoke very naturally in a calm voice with only a gaze - a mask - over his shoulder.

"You guys, remember I'm a teacher?

"Yes?"

"Yeah?"

The mask goes on with the laughter at them with question marks on words without context.

"I have trouble relying on you, but if you're my apprentice, you can use me."

The third moon laughs all the time that I need you to be in trouble.

Otherwise, it sounds like they won't work. Besides, they just blink.

Because of that choice, which was so far out of scale from the eyes? Or from now on.

Do I even have to think about using a mask in a corner of my head?

This is both, and the mask with the hit loosens cheeks to the appearance of both names.

'Well, failure is also an experience. The best way to learn the boundaries between no thought and overthought.

I can follow you now, so do whatever you want. '

"No, I suppose so... there's some kind of hurdle."

"... okay?

Lew and I creep in that Nanica is scarier to rely on a mask than to face difficulties.

Tomoe hesitates to ask if we can rely so much on ourselves, who are still working so hard.

But the mask speaks broadly to make me laugh at both emotions.

"The relationship between the disciple and the master would be something like that. What, never mind.

More or less, tragedy can only be a comedy before me.

And finally, let's turn our consciousness and voice toward each other in earnest.

"The one who lost his tragedy."

With countless impending demon blades scattered in vain, the mask proceeds to walk without the wind it cared for.

"What the heck! Hey, what the fuck!? Ma."

"Now, would you please stop being such a waste of resistance?

Nevertheless, it is a matter of priority to ask and speak to disciples.

Almost none of us are willing to deal with each other just because we're done. That's why.

The voices uttered in disregard of the statements have turned and cooled, clarifying a troublesome colour.

Do-jin wields his sword many more times as he summons Nanica - all the way from earlier.

"Who do you think I am! Don't be silly!!

"Even if the results are wasted, it stinks."

The mask, unwilling to ask or answer it, was moving to slip on the ice by its side.

Actually, I'm just walking somewhat early, but to look blurry I mislead him to so.

I don't feel comfortable with such a move of being a black monster, but he's angry.

Fly a slaughter mixed with intent to kill and evil, staring at whether it is not normal.

But they scattered in the air without even touching the mask.

It's like being close, not being allowed to exist.

"Oh, shit! Give me more power, you blade!!

You can't even cut a joke like that, you piece of shit!

'I guess I've never been of any help to anyone before anyway?

Then I'd like you to at least shut up and help my disciples, useless you. '

whilst ignoring his remarks from earlier, angry from unintended frustration.

Just as you block it, so you take it away, there's a mockery that tells you you're useless.

Everyone around me felt like they heard the sound of a truly broken blood vessel.

"Wow, you're doing great, that guy"

"I feel rather prickly all the time..."

All the two of them had a bitter smile, though they had some distant eyes.

"KEEP, SO SO!!!

I guess he wanted to penetrate his feelings into the mask.

But the flesh that is being pressured by the spiritual power of Tomoe and the others does not move from the spot.

It's too funny, pathetic, to look desperate and bullshitting your hands and feet with angry shapes.

It was giving more discomfort to the mask than that.

'Uh, no. Get your hands on things that don't even arrive.

What brings you strength? It reminds me of something I don't like, at all.

If you want, work out, you're born with talent and family (chicara). It's sexy and luxurious. '

It reminds me of a terrible, unusual, dull, difficult fool (past).

Is it more correct to touch the superficial layer of consciousness because I haven't exactly forgotten it for a moment?

That was as uncomfortable as it was being shown, even in a distorted mirror.

'Not at all, being lazy on top of useless... I wouldn't laugh if I went too far on the road too much too.

You can't take a laugh. You're pathetic, you can't watch extra.

That's why. Of course not. Words that are vomited are a little more poisonous than usual.

Masks say they are more miserable than laughers, such as a cloud that is not even seen.

Does he see the three moons that come to pass in their magic?

"Eh, kill it! Rip your hands and feet to pieces and use them as bait for suspicion!

He sacrifices his spell and kills me in vain! Oh, scream more!

Give me more strength, there's just this old smelly wasted sword!!

If you don't give strength whether you're a demon sword with powerful evil powers with a long history.

He beats with his fist many times just asking me to get things right with what's different from a broken tool.

The Devil's Sword, who came here and continued to suck the evil and blood of those who last longer than Yayoi, tried to use

He was falling for being cursed by my poor lad who did. Come on. It will be humiliating.

If that's the true power of Taoism, it doesn't matter yet, but the cause is the power of evil that exerts pressure and

The mask in front of him and none of his elements. Do-jin didn't even know he was.

He is just riding and calling out greatly. There's a sword-sounding thing.

The masked eye did admit it was frustrating.

"It's not like it's an old TV... oh, I don't feel good"

Such a grandeur or arrogance or self-centered way?

before them. The mask let the swordswallowing light dwell in its eyes. Still visions a distorted mirror.

Let's show you all the things you don't want to see when you don't show them properly.

- I'm sure you're doing it.

The discomfort he hardly feels when watching those he thinks are good people.

That badly chilled thought that I just feel watching people like this man.

- I know. I'm the ningen on your side.

"Hih!"

"Ugh, soo..."

Don't even let that clutter out for a bite, scream from around if you put your foot in the light.

Shine only when it no longer concerns Yin Yang, man or demon, pressure by the power of evil.

It makes the people of the clan feel the sun itself, even if it retains its blue and white glow.

The perception of Tomoe, who only knows it to be dangerous with a knowledgeless liou and knowledge, is sweet at first.

Now overwritten with the appearance of a mask, but their power was also insane.

Easily stepping into such a force (light) and flattening it is even more unusual.

Darker than the dark night, the pitch black is just walking without feeling the pressure of the sun or something.

Oddly enough, there are only two people who form that sun (the power of evil) without agitation.

There is a word of giving up that their faces are equally "right" as imagined.

"Damn, don't come! Don't stop by!"

"And what is the power you want?

Huge spiritual power. Excellent technique to manipulate it. Knowledge of the lost gods in modern times. '

As frightened as ever, he visions someone next to a man waving his sword with a different desperation.

The halfway corner hangs and the mask feels grinning inside me as my tongue moves out even smoother.

"An irreversible power for everyone? Is it financial enough to move the world? A vessel that makes people obey.

Oh, or... or is that too fragile violence you're waving right now?

The mask stepped in between demonic swords with a light foothold with a voice laughing with his nose.

"So shut up!!

Is it passion due to provocation? Are you frightened of the alienation of the black beard? With the roar he protrudes his sword.

Taoism distorted his mouth to a blade stabbed in the invisible darkness ahead, though.

"Power means (...) for the first time by using it in multiple ways.

It would be that which extremes one, but a single force is actually brittle '

He continued to talk without looking concerned or upset about it, and Taoism gradually realized how strange it was.

I don't feel any response from my sword. Something's hitting the tip, even with that.

None of us even responded like we ripped something apart instead of piercing it. Instead, I felt...

Strange feeling like the weight of the sword has decreased.

"Immediate effect is best, especially if violence is limited in front of you, but also top of the list of brittle on its own."

See how they noticed it? The mask goes one step further with a crease.

More swords are plunged into nature and black than he can move, and the weight is reduced again.

And the distortion of the mask, which is clearly visible opposite to the blurring of the human form, even though it is closer.

He came here and he said he was dealing with something that Nanica didn't know how to handle.

Clearly aware, he accidentally pulled his hand with the sword and was stunned.

"What, hey, what!?

Nothing, nothing.

There was no trace of the blade for what was entering the blackjack.

As far as the tip of the remaining sword body is concerned, it can be seen that it was not broken.

That unnecessarily confused Daoism and pulled him back, but the hateful flesh itself would not even back down.

An indeterminate cross section and a smoke like hot air that rises. I was wondering if they even had candles.

It dissolved so much that it seemed illusory that it made everyone imagine what was going on ahead.

There is a sword that was not even missing after many cuts with Camnagi, an excellent spiritual sword.

He said it evaporated (...) unilaterally just because it hit me.

"Anyway, you can't beat any other power that's homogeneous."

And everyone is instinctively made to understand that 'answer' like they anticipated it.

This is the Demon Sword over the Demon Sword. Such a sword is nothing but a toy.

That it's “evil” they don't know to make them understand that just because they're there.

"Yes, like this"

The black arms that swung up seemed even to the sickle of death to the eyes of most of them.

The sickle protruded extinguishes the Devil's Sword as it swallows from the melted tip.

Ravage every evil that dwells there, physically, spiritually, and to the best of your ability.

No longer could the frightened Do-jin even lower his hand grabbing the sword.

The sword evaporates as it makes a sound like a droplet dropped on a heated iron plate.

No one screams. No one around me can even raise a voice of restraint.

Even though behind their brains they can see the true path that disappears after a few seconds swallowed by the blackheads.

Especially.

"That way, Ali?

"Oh, you know what a tip is...!

Only two disciples are to the unlikeliness of that 'answer'.

And I could read the exact future ahead of me, and confusion and confusion occupied my expression.

When it comes to tips, the sight of an outburst demon blade disappearing without even being able to come close.

It was a hint, but who can imagine that would be enough to erase the sword itself?

Even if you can read the aim of that arm, which has already wiped out all the swords.

Even they intended to get used to it. The way to achieve it was unexpected.

Whatever.

"Yes, shake hands!

Shakehand.

Though not the only one surprised by the sudden and strangely deliberate bright voice

Without such ambient reactions and other concerned winds, the mask held the hand that grabbed the rest powerfully.

As soon as possible.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!?!?!?"

Best scream ever.

Without a bond, that great scream comes from the severe pain that could sound all over Kyoto.

Consciousness flies to the scorching heat and shock as if it were burning the nerves themselves from the inside out,

A cycle of nightmares that are forcefully regained consciousness before those that just come from next to next.

I can't get away with it. He just has to scream like a broken throat.

"Ohhhhhhhh... ah, heh? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The pain suddenly stops, even though I wanted to escape by cutting off my own right arm like that.

I wondered what had happened as I roughed up my breath so I could take back the oxygen I had exhaled.

Seeing the hand already released, there was no more demon sword itself, nor any remnants of it.

At the end of the day, both the leftovers and the pattern were shaken away by an act called shaking hands (...).

"Shake hands, shake hands..."

"Haha, this is definitely a comedy"

The two of us stopped the procedure by checking that from the rear, but what's on that face is pessimism and bitter laughter.

History of exorcism stacked in years of history. handed down from mother to child. In those

I couldn't help it. There's nothing to say about the situation being solved with such a single hand.

Feeling unreasonable, Tomoe is trembling, not knowing if he should be angry or moaning.

Lew, even more so now and then, is the last person to choose it, the poor character in all the ways of a mask.

The grin that attracted me when I recognised it didn't go away. He also said he had to laugh.

"Oh, shit... Ku, Kisa, Ma... well, well..."

Well.

The pain of illusion as if you were still attacking your body.

A recoil in which the Devil's Sword, which was sarcastically protecting itself, disappeared?

The collapsed Do-jin had a grudge. He was looking up at the mask with his eyes.

But if you can't see it, just smile thinly.

'Well, shall we go on to punish? Some of our disciples handled it.

It was bad, and in a way, you could be the victim, but fundamentally, you're bad. "

So, when you tap your shoulder gently, it makes your eyes glow suspiciously behind your mask.

"Shall I see it a little scary?"

─ ─ I felt (...) free of the disastrous divinity that I had completely suppressed until then.

"Huh?"

What, at the end of his gaze I tried to look back. The sight I see hasn't changed.

It should be, but I felt the illusion that the space was distorted and my feet were lazy.

"What... Hih!?

A faceless demon nearby. Its tedious body like endless dark darkness.

Instinctive, spiritual sensations sound alarming - this is something people shouldn't see.

I deflect my gaze according to my intuition, but somehow there is another endless darkness there.

If you're stupid, move your gaze from head to head and try to get it off, the mask won't disappear from his sight.

"Hey, why... damn it, get lost! Get out of the way!

I have eyes that show a red and black glow in all of them.

If you peek, the eyes of the one who has to peek back (...) will

Come here and laugh with pleasure as I invite you. Ugh. Ugh.

"Hey, don't... don't look, don't look!!

Wherever it turns, no matter how it moves, its eyes look at him from anywhere.

Shining red and black stars in white masks and deep black that cover their sights. It's like a bottomless darkness.

There will be several moons beneath it as invitations.

"Ah, ah... Huh!?

And my arms stretched out of all the darkness that covered my sight... - Come on, come here.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!???"

Screaming right after a shoulder slap from the outside (...).

Unlike the screaming of severe pain, the screaming (it) as emanated from the soul wore out the consciousness of Taoism.

And in an instant he peeled off his white eyes and passed out, and he fell completely to the ground in his position as it was.

"Young lady!?

He just lost interest as the black costumes rushed in together.

The lightly lowered mask returns to Tomoes very naturally.

The two disciples don't know exactly if he did it. He said he had a headache.

From the way he's holding his forehead all the time, he seems to know that he did something.

The girls behind it are also stiffened and trembling to find out or hug each other.

Thomoe, who perceived it without looking back, greeted the mask with a sigh of agony.

"Ha, I have a lot of good things to do, but first... are you okay?

'No problem. I've just turned things off that aren't good enough. There's no sign of it.

The setup guy just keeps having nightmares for three days and doesn't wake up. You'll be safe on the fourth day. "

I didn't know what kind of trauma it would be after that.

And it's a tomoe who really has a headache in a mask that makes people laugh badly.

'Cause he (...) is all about this again. Bad guess.

"Yeah, I heard you know you're that kind of guy, and I was stupid."

"Uhm?"

The mask I almost tilted my neck about what you meant, let alone Tomoe sneering.

He grinned and saw blue muscles floating around his forehead, slightly wandering.

"Me... I asked if you were ok!!

No matter how much power you're winning, there's no way you're going to be drained like this!

And he's been yelling at me with his expression and voice flipped. I accidentally let my eyes swim.

That is a phenomenon similar to the weakening caused by Tomoe's companion Pentagon.

Even if it's terribly similar in terms of bumping homogeneous forces, her. That's to attribute inversion.

If the mask is aimed at weakening the mask, it is the reversal of the overwhelming difference in force.

It's similar to how the mask used to describe the curse that was unleashed on him as "water cannon in the flood”.

Weaker loses unilaterally just by touching each other when there is that much difference even in the same existence.

It's clear how overwhelming the difference was from the fact that the Devil's Sword was evaporating.

Some exhaustion occurs when it is not taken in or reflected, but rather "erased”.

At least that's what Tomoe guessed, and there was no "no” by mistake.

'Yes, I'm definitely tired, but not much...'

"Are you sure it's not scratched or something?

Let me see, I can't ru... let me at least touch it!

'Oh, hey, hey!

If you have to be sure, you can't trust me. I don't care about the black monster. I touch the pepper without the wind.

Keep in mind around the chest that seemed to have been protruded and the palms that swallowed it.

Surprised masks make me like it if that's all I need. It's just the gaze from beyond.

A little noisy gave me a sigh of sigh. Girls don't know anything scary about tomoes.

His eyes are dotted with behavior, and Liu has a niggling look on his face on the contrary.

Anyway, the former is a mask that makes me feel like hitting even the rubble on the latter.

There...

"Oh, Ba, you wouldn't dare in public"

─ ─ Suddenly a young woman's voice sounds, other than the mask stiffens a little.

At the same time his gaze concentrates in the direction of his voice, and someone who sees him squeals his name.

"... Mikoto, Sama"