This is in Wangdu, the Pilot's School.
Finishing the first game of the semifinals, the venue is a tough one. The audience looks excited and talks about the battle now.
"The side that was disadvantaged turned backwards at the defeated Seto, and hunting it down to one more step is also flashy scattered"
It was such a flow that it would not be impossible.
I regret that my subordinate, Mr. Cool, lost, but I felt more proud and envious at the same time.
(Wonderful job)
The Secret Society of Evil: The Dying Dying Regiment. I'm the chief doctor slime, and Mr. Cool is the Phantom "First Eater (Unicorn)".
I mean, we're villains without a problem. And what is the villain's main application?
"Eat the lead"
This would be it.
The winner was Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, but what stood out, and it was also in the minds of the audience, Mr. Cool.
That's all the Big Wheels were.
(... I knew I was plain)
If you look back at us, you have to think.
"The Devil's Eye Seeing Their Feeling Good as Color Temperature"
"Star Phantom (Astral Sword) that wraps the groin with an invisible star phantom (Astral) body and can take any form"
Definitely powerful, but not in the eyes of third parties. Again, this is where I want a special attack that would be synonymous.
(Aerial swimming. No, not very much, but you can't beat a big wheel)
Me wrinkling at the root of my eyebrows and shaking my head to the left and right.
Next door, like me, a herbivore was exhaling with a difficult look.
"From the care side, you don't want me to use that move."
Looks like it's about the big wheel. Ask him why, he said it was because the knight was severely wounded.
"Playing the sword with rotation doesn't change that it's hitting the cavalry. Look at that."
If you follow the gaze of a thin young man, there's the Knights Commander of Kaiserbeard and Mr. Cool's miniature knight lying at his feet.
I didn't notice it while it was turning, but the surface is definitely worn out. If I were to repair that every time, I would break the sawdust bone.
"And Mr. Tauro. What do you say from the pilot's point of view? Do you think you can actually do it?"
For a moment I wondered what was going on.
(The cockpit of a miniature knight is not among the knights)
A magic formation of ten meters in diameter, a match venue. It is placed on the floor outside it and the knight is remotely manipulated.
I mean, even if the knight spins, the cockpit doesn't spin.
So if you take the big wheel and sit in the chest cockpit of an old lady nearly eighteen meters tall,
What happens if I go.
(Don't die. Probably)
My body won't be able to stand the centrifugal force.
Understand what the herbivore says and scratch his head in embarrassment.
"No, indeed. You're right."
Unfortunately, Mr. Cool's moves seem to be reserved for miniature knights at the Pilot's School.
Mr. Cool's knight on the board walks past me thinking about the mortar of the human body.
Men carrying boards like gods, those few four.
Though one meter tall, it's a mass of minerals. If you think of specific gravity as three, it is heavier than an adult male.
(You took the miniature knight who jumped in alive, didn't you?)
With a surprising eye, I see and think of a magnificent man with a Kaisel beard wearing a luxurious pilot costume.
(I can't do this to a regular person. Major injury, or he would have died if he did poorly)
The surrounding school officials discuss the evidence with a serious expression, such as "Ensuring the safety of the audience" or "This has never happened before".
Suddenly a memory aroused me, and I was struck like I had been hit in the head.
"Such reports, your mouth gets dirty"
These are the words Mr. Cool gave back when he reprimanded me.
I was ordered to gather information about the Hanayagi kingdom (unicorn), but she didn't know that the new Knights of the Kingdom was the gourmet gourmet of gold.
(No way, did you aim?
What is remembered is the face that was distorted as if to see something dirty.
I shake my head wide aside and kick out the footage.
(... over-thinking. This was a serious battle, an unfortunate coincidence. Must be)
There is an area in a person's mind that should not be stepped into.
"Once between the two of us, was something wrong? Or didn't you? '
You shouldn't be interested in that.
(Looks like you're ready for your next game)
Show yourself in the venue under your eyes and head to each mock cockpit, plain children king and black tights junior.
It was me switching consciousness to the upcoming battle between the two of us.
Black tights junior with small, luxurious limbs wrapped in a pilot uniform.
I sit carefully in the simulated cockpit so that I can't see inside the tight skirt even over the tights, and see the girl in the red butterfly mask opposite me.
(At lunch earlier, she was as modest as she had been before. I'm sure that's what it is, and now it must be special)
I guess I'm forcefully drawing my magic from the inside out to win the regular practice exam. Just like myself.
(Then there must be limits)
That's not far away, either.
The rationale is the battle of the Plain Child King so far. I'm finishing every game in a very short time.
(Speaking of strength differences, that's it. But isn't there a reason why I have to)
The derived answer is something called 'extreme short-range type'. It has a large output but lacks endurance.
In contrast, I am somewhat of a long-distance type because I can tap into magic in stages.
(sticks and sticks, lets use magic)
And the winning chance, after that. This is the operation set up by junior black tights.
But the truth is, something cruel.
"There's a lot of original magic."
I mean, Her Majesty the Queen doesn't pay for reason, even though she sucks up magic.
I don't know if you didn't think about it, or if you didn't want to admit it. It was only true that the premise was wrong.
"Both sides, are you ready? Let's get started!"
The knight of a black tights junior flying sideways at the same time as the referee proclaims. Immediately afterwards, in the starting position, the sound of a whip tapping the floor echoes.
Even if you keep moving and avoiding, your opponent's whip only increases sharpness. All you have to do is run away.
(Without additional magic, won't we talk about it)
Sooner or later as it is, it will be caught.
Gently shaking her cut forehead, the girl steps into the fictional world.
(one first)
Night forest, b-class knight of the Knights of the Kingdom poking one knee. A sloppily fat middle-aged man sneaks into a personal tent stretched beside him.
Into the sleeping girl's mouth, as she rounded out her undressed underwear, she began crushing and ravaging with her weight.
(... ugh)
Black tights junior who acquires magic only for degraded minutes and pours it into real-world knights.
This raises the output. The knight flips his whip tip in light steps, or plays with a shield.
But for a while, too. The plain child king came together as if nothing had happened.
(Two, then)
Step on the accelerator in your mind, raise the rotation, then take the gear to two speeds. Shortly after, another middle-aged man from outside the tent, crawls in on all fours.
When the old man rolled over every man he had clinging to first, he raised his shift knob behind her.
(Ugh)
Black tights junior with eyes open and groaning for a slow but powerful intrusion.
This is her strength in being able to 'tap into magic' in stages. By regulating the number of people crawling at night, the loss of reason at the price is minimized.
"Huh, huh, huh."
Olds who also hold their noses rough and silent in the dark.
This number is the same as when you defeated the red-haired three-knit stick woman. Quite a bit of fuel is poured into the knight, greatly increasing both leg strength and strength.
But the change of the plain child king is just to bend one of his mouths and laugh. Increase the amplitude of your arms and hit the knight of your brunette granny.
(Still not enough)
A junior who bites her lips, while painfully preventing it with a shield. Strengthen your eyes and shout to your heart.
(Three!
The summoned third middle-aged men see her front and back buried, grabbing rough black hair with one hand.
Next, he dragged a chunk of cloth out of the back of his mouth and forced himself into service.
Black tights junior, while clogging her throat, swallowed further magic against the plain child king.
(What do you say, this one)
Black tights junior running around within the magic formation with more acumen in motion and combined hovers.
I can even afford to be turned into an attack. But the little, luxurious girl endured the temptation, and as a result the decision was right.
Just because the plain child king narrowed his eyes lightly, the room he struggled to make was smashed in the blink of an eye.
(... It's a bottomless amount of magic)
A muscle of saliva flows off the edge of your mouth, black tights junior wiping with her sleeves.
But she believes. the days of training I walked with instructor Tauro. your own efforts that you have stacked up.
(Fine. Is your reason flying first or me going crazy first? battle)
Be prepared and shift up.
The number of old men summoned is the same on the gear steps. The flashing fourth walks around Ururo and her, filling in there without giving her a break, in her free moments.
(Ugh, ooh)
Gorigori and reason to go scraped from the inside.
But I still don't see the queen's ceiling on the butterfly mask. The black tights junior's ceiling is said to have been pounded and slapped by the old men many times.
(Limits. limit, but I don't want to lose)
What the audience is seeing is a streak of intense whips following the knights of black tights juniors traveling at high speeds.
Half of them knock on the sky and the rest are prevented by swords and shields. But gradually, the ratio of slapping and bouncing with swords and shields was increasing.
(I just have to use it)
Forbidden five speeds that have never been successful. But if you use it here, you'll regret it.
The certainty lifts his chest, and he is determined to pull his jaw. Knock into the five speed (over-the-top).
Shortly afterwards, a man emerges from outside the tent, densely bristled to the underside of his protruding belly. Whether it was sweat or body odor, the smell of intense gasoline filled the tent.
"Do you want magic?
He was attached to Black Tights junior, the fifth middle-aged man to pull off the four old men with force and whisper in his ear.
To her petrol outlet, the tip of the nozzle is already appreciated, but that is so thick and large that I wonder if the standard is wrong.
"... Yes"
But Big Head's junior gymnast, with a strong eye, snorted firmly.
"Fine. Then I'll give it to you. '
Father gasoline who weighs in at the same time as he finishes saying it and forces the nozzle to push it to the deepest point and pull the lever.
(Is this a stick?
A similar shape to the three red-haired knitted weapons we fought earlier.
And as he rubbed his rigid hair against her belly, he began to wield his stick in a doomsday mess so unbeatable that he could even knit three redheads.
"Uh-oh!
For the first time ever, a brunette is a junior who turns her back and screams. But she and her petrol father aren't the only ones hissing in the narrow tent.
Just because I can't stand it, I have four shifting knobs left. Block your mouth, back, and let it also grip into your small, slippery hands, left and right.
(Ugh)
Even though it's smaller than the old man in the front, they're all floor shifts. Nothing cute, like Impaneshift.
(Please! My heart, hold it)
A junior who desperately keeps processing as she waves her whole body. But he doesn't catch up before the desire to keep pouring in, swallowed by the sea of the old men, and sinks away.
(... hmm?
How long has it been? She feels bright and opens her thin eyes, a junior with big black hair.
(Oh, it's dawn, isn't it?)
I was entertained until morning. That's what I thought.
But that's not true. This was an end of light filled with a world of extreme ease and purity, visiting those who came to the extreme.
(Teaching... officer... hall)
What I hallucinated was how Tauro, with a robe like the Greek era, came to pick me up with a smile on his face.
Finally, Black Tights junior's consciousness melted away into the light.
"Awww!"
This is a real-world, unconscious junior body reaction.
From behind the tight skirt, intermittently spraying geysers as he leaned back on his small, luxurious body and growled like a beast.
The opposite turns into cramps, sticking his tongue out of his mouth and bouncing around in the simulated cockpit.
That was what Tauro used to see in the whorehouse, a junior beyond his limits.
"Until then! Battle Available"
A knight who lost his power by igniting an overflowing magic that he couldn't drink. Immediately the referee declares, stops the game and calls the staff.
A black tight girl pulled out of a mock cockpit, placed on a stretcher and transported from the venue to the infirmary.
I exhaled with a sinister look as I looked down from the lounge as I still twisted and cramped myself.
(Seriously, have you become a vendetta?)
Perhaps she, too, would have noticed along the way. You can't win on your own right now.
Beyond the limit. Note, why you kept fighting. That would be because of 'don't throw battles' personality.
(But that symptom. That's not like out of magic)
It is common to get extremely sleepy. If degrees pass, you may lose your mind. The black tights junior look now is the opposite of that.
The question is, one more thing.
(I know she didn't have that much magic)
So what I'm reminded of is an earlier lunchtime conversation.
This is the part where the red-haired three-knit Sobacus girl, the herbivore's girlfriend, said, 'Suddenly there was more magic during the game'.
The feeling isn't light because it's actually a pattern between a stick and a sword.
(I found something. Or did you knit it it?)
That's what I think, first-rate terms. If you fill it up, junior black tights are in on it.
(You got your own. Congratulations)
I'm sorry, but once she was definitely third-rate.
That is what has grown to this point. I can't hang up the words of celebration to the loser, but it will be enough in my heart.
Even if you go to the Knights of the Kingdom, good luck.
You don't have to make it to the finals or beat Mr. Cool in a third-place match to participate in the training.
And there's no way the understaffed Knights of the Kingdom won't hire her, serious and powerful.
(... like this)
In the mood to drop off my dream and independent daughter, I was the one who dropped off the stretcher that disappeared into the back door.