I Was Summoned to a Parallel Fantasy World for Too Many Times

"I knew it was amazing..."

Yuichi once again admires the sight in front of him. A massively imminent, diverse herd of demons. Dada Justice's back was there, slashing into it at a terrible rate.

Yuichi had taken the form of belonging to a certain squad. The squad now has a spindled formation leading Dade into a herd of demons.

"If you have time to work your extra mouth off, move your hands, you idiot."

"Ri, roger."

In a rough tone was the armor running next door. This armor was a magic tool, and Yuichi wore the same thing.

"Don't be alarmed. Despite all the cluttered demons, you are still immature. If you lose your mind, your neck will fly. That's where this is."

This man is the one who originally served as captain of this squad and is now assisting Dada as deputy captain. And he was also a guide to the handling and combat of Yuichi's demonic armor.

"... Yes!

At the same time as the reply Yuichi runs forward, cutting the demon approaching beside him.

What was left to the front-line squad was an attack on a herd of demons outside the fort. Republican soldiers are less proficient on average. Therefore, defense warfare alone will one day create a breakdown, and we do not even know if it will be attacked. The enemy is a herd of demons, where there are demons who become summoners or taymers. For this reason, it is the operation of breaking through the enemy formation with the few elites of the knights and defeating the demon tribe that will become the command tower.

This is also an operation that includes the nature of the protection of Dada justice. There is also the protection of 'swordsmanship' and his own proficiency, and his combat ability is extremely high. But it is a stand-alone story. Swordsmanship in this world is not a reality apart, like flying slaughter and deceit. Therefore, there is no widespread annihilation, or extensive defense. Justice is not meant for defense.

Dada justice into battle. Break through a bunch of demons, and destroy the demons by his single-handed combat power.

By the way, knights don't mean soldiers on horses. Of course it still means that, but it is only used as a custom to represent the ranks in the military. I am also a knight in organizing this squad, but I am not on a horse in this operation. Because with demonic armor, mobility is sufficient.

Justice was doing its part brilliantly. The demon in his time flies his neck and the wind rushes through him. Successive soldiers were on a path almost invincible, but it was still like finally catching up with him.

No matter how elite the few, it is only about the deputy captain who can strap his shoulders against the knights of other countries, and I cannot say he is highly skilled. Also this operation, if the battle between the demons and the righteous is prolonged, the knights must engage in a belated battle while taking the form of being surrounded by demons. If you screw something up, it's a sure-death operation. Even at the time of the assault from the fort, the knights' morale could not be said to be high.

But now I can see the knights' morale improve. Exhilaration, excitement like a current flowing every step of the way while desperately moving the demonic armor. The mouth angle rises unconsciously and the blood tide makes a noise and flows through the blood vessels. The knights saw there the phantom of an earlier brave man, who should not have seen but a narrative existence.

The feeling was shared by Yuichi as well. Feels like heat overflows from the back of your body. Fear fades and kills demons as the sword slips. Its back guided its own body, and his voice pushed Yuichi's back hard. The place across from him is justice. Isn't there the essence of Dada justice there?

(This is the brave...)

He also forgets that he is a brave man, Yuichi whines in his heart.

"Brave man, in the direction of ten o'clock"

"Ooh."

From the flow of demonic movements, the deputy captain predicts where the point of view is, that is, where the commander is, and tells it to the brave. He was rarely competent for the knights of the Republic, but his head was too strong for his faults.

As advised by the deputy captain, the squad changes course 60 degrees to the right.

"Out of the way, Olaaaaaaa!!

With the roar of Dada justice, they increased their speed even further.

This knife over here is good, this knife is good,... is this all the knife? The gun is next. Okay, two pistols, a big pistol... now you can say a pistol? Well, good. And then... mushroom-shaped water cannons are good... don't you need to confirm this?

"Prayer? Looks like we're ready for dinner... excuse me. Take your time."

"Hey, camback areya. On the contrary, I'm interested in what kind of mistake you made in this sight."

"Good. I thought that kind of pervert."

"I'd like to question you for an hour. In the meantime, I'm just taking care of the weapons and checking them out."

At speeds, though. There is little need to take care of things that are "dominated" by Dark Magic because they are sturdy. The abnormality can be confirmed in an instant by the Eye of the Eye, so it is like removing the weapon from the shadow space and putting it in.

"Yeah, let's do that"

"You know what I'm saying?

Well, okay. Let's finish by dinner. I don't have much left.

"Oh, and. May over there has asked me to set aside my meal..."

"Dinner too...... they hated me"

Listen to Aaliyah as you proceed with the confirmation. Hi. I hear you've been avoiding contact with me since yesterday's hot spring, communally handicapped brave.

I guess it was last night.

"Didn't you erase your memory?

"I definitely turned it off. Otherwise, he's acting even weirder."

"Well, you know, hypnosis wasn't enough."

"You were in there. That one. Completely."

"Then why..."

If the behavior of the community-handicapped brave man is due to what happened last night, it means that my cover-up is inadequate, and I will also be involved in the future course of action. I have to poke around to see what's causing it.

"Do you mean memories and emotions are separate? Or trauma stays, like."

"Uh, it's possible"

Aaliyah shows deep satisfaction. Maybe it's because she's an emotional contradiction from time to time that there's a part of her that I can empathize with.

Hmm? No, I know, right? It doesn't mean it's blunt. Think rationally and you'll see for yourself.

"I couldn't think of an emotion that was within reason, or because it felt that way."

"You're a superlogist, aren't you, Prairie?"

"I'd like to do some more validation... but it's risky to be brave."

Or I struggled until I hypnotized him. Other than verification. Verify when you arrive at Doyle.

"... from now on I'd like to accompany one fresh human being"

"Heh are you a slave? Is she a beautiful girl? Shouldn't I be subject to special training for a skill?

"Yeah, wait? Haven't you leaped? Mostly, you haven't even given a special training session on" Sex moves "lately. For verification."

"It's a joke. Either way, I don't agree very much."

"He said it was just an idea. Neither do I."

It's going to be a shackle of action.

"Well, brave man, you've already used up. I don't care how you hate me from now on. This way. For once, Aaliyah will continue to approach you with verification."

"... are you still going on?"

Faces like bottom of heart fed up. That's right. Nobody would like to keep spreading color tricks on someone they don't even like.

Well, that's the last confirmation I've had. Long sword made by an old butler, usually equipped. Due to fiction, "domination" by "Dark Magic" has already been solved. As a result, no enhancements have been made. Essentially, my "Eye of the Devil of Views" has no invisible distortions, but just in case, I decided to do the "Appraisal" at the same time.

Single Blade Longsword (Author Sebastian)

Quality A Price 14500 Dell

It's a long sword like a tweezer. Features a thick blade and a boneless look.

Appraisal OK. Shape OK. Good center of gravity. Blade overflow. Good.

All right...... hmm?

Any discomfort? No, there's no way I missed it in The Eye of the Eye... Disillusionment, just in case.

No, it doesn't change. Are you out of your mind?

"─ How long are you willing to keep me waiting?

I heard an assassination maid's harsh voice coming from outside the tent. Get out of the tent with Areya, keeping it in mind for now.

And I'm the only one who eats.

Why not.

The anomaly occurred in the middle of a fast forward. They were suddenly attacked from behind a party that was entering a large group of demons. The knights blow up so blatantly that I don't think they've been hit by demons. Stop the march, Dade Justice looks back at its rear.

"... excuse me, brave man. We've been rounded in."

"Then there's that one behind you?

"Perhaps the Demons of the Tower of Command."

The deputy captain stares backward. They kept moving straight in the direction where the demons would be. The deputy captain flaunts his face if he has insulted the Devil's intelligence too much on the boulder.

"Isn't that convenient? I'll go and put a piece on it. You guys just buy a little time."

Copy that, sir.

I was struck by surprise, but on the contrary, that's all. The purpose of this march is only to approach the demonic tribe that should be the command tower. At this point, most of the objectives have been achieved.

There are no changes to the operation.

"Shaolah!!

Justice jumps over the heads of the knights and descends to a point where a dozen people have already been blown away. And at the same time, he saw the demonic tribe of women, who were about to feed the chase even more to the knights. He is a fourth demon clan with blue skin and a white costume. He had a bloody wet knife in his hand.

The demon tribe also realizes the existence of justice.

"Oh, quick brave man out? I can't believe you're in a country like this... WHAT!?

A flash to the demon tribe, who speaks brilliantly with a stream. Justice Dada waved his sword relentlessly. While the Demon Nation opens its eyes to his actions, it avoids to the extent that he was lightly slashed with his superior physical abilities.

"Chip."

"Suddenly, there's no romance..."

"I wouldn't listen to you, but hey, you can't hang out with chatter."

"Then I'll mention it. I'm a clip. Lord Heliu's direct escort, Noble, is number three."

"I'm a Grants Republic brave man, Dada justice."

"Well, I just want to go with a square fight...... but I'm going to leave because I'm going to lose if I keep doing this"

Big jumping clip as you flip the hem of your white coat.

I'll leave the battle to my servants.

"You don't even buy time when you're a demon!

Between the clip and justice, a demon that pushes to interfere. But righteousness pushes the grass apart.

But there's no way I panicked about the clip.

"The servants aren't just demons."

"What?"

"You guys! Come on, wake up!

Along with the voice of the clip, the knights, who had been wounded and fallen until earlier, rise unbridled. His eyes ran blood and saliva was dripping from his sloppy, relaxed mouth.

"Holy shit... what the fuck did you do!?

"I made your people servants. I'm working on poison, right? I'm painting a knife with a special poison mixed with my magic. You can only enslave the creature if it's scratched. My guy's got a special instant effect, right?

Yes, even while Krip explains it, the knights considered servants surround themselves around Righteous Dade. Around it is a herd of monsters under the control of the clip.

"Chip."

With the Holy Sword in place, Justice looks around. The knights who became servants were more agile and rational than expected. It is not an abiotic movement like a zombie, but a human movement that has learned swordsmanship.

"They're not dead. I'm just working on my brain a little bit. The point is, it works just like hypnosis. Is that okay? Maybe if I slaughtered him, my people would die?

"It's not cool to imitate..."

I heard a familiar voice from behind him when righteousness shrugged with a bitter face.

"We... are... fine..."

A plundering, squeezing voice. It was the voice of the deputy captain. His eyes run blood, eating up his teeth, but with his sword to justice, packing up an intermission with him.

"Quickly... or run away..."

"Lieutenant!

"Oh, can you still talk? That's very spiritual."

Krip praised the deputy captain fighting hypnosis with a derisive voice. But no matter how much you talk, your body is under the control of the clip.

"Why! The deputy captain wasn't attacked by you!

"Probably... demons..."

"Big right!

The clip spares no effort in exposing the answer. As if enjoying it.

"Demon claws are poisonous too... or infected. Because the demon poison, unlike mine, is retarded... I wonder if the deputy captain there was also wounded along the way?

Krip was right, the deputy captain was halfway through the battle, close to a scuff wound, but eating an attack on the demon. The poison that broke through the wound is now working.

There was a voice on the pressing battlefield that sounded disguised.

"So, no! Retreat!

It was Yuichi Tanaka's voice. There's already no exhilarating look when I was marching to earlier, a look that even frightens me of some kind of threat. His voice trembled, his body trembled, and yet his escape leg was full force. Yuichi was miraculously, still unwounded. I have not yet been hypnotized for this reason.

Several of the knights were safe, followed by him. The brave men were surrounded by enemies, and the most skilled deputy captain in the country also fell into the hands of the enemy. There was enough material for them to despair. Most importantly, they were less skilled. And the knights fled before us, and followed the majesty of the utterance.

"Oh, my God, you got away with it."

"... that's what I think."

"Well, what do you do? Running away from here like a jerk? Kill your people and kill me, too?

Crip smiled and said.

"Or, shelter your people, die?

"You can't do that."

The voice is quiet, but not trembling. Strongly stains the ears of the clip.

"Huh?"

The words are too natural, I see no hesitation whatsoever, and the clip leaks air out of my throat to be taken aback.

"Running away, killing your people, that's not justice, and it's not cool."

"... Oh, so you're going to die sheltering your people? I think you should look good."

"That's not true. Don't lick it."

Justice reasserts the holy sword and stares at the clip.

"I will not run, and I will not kill my people, and I will not die, and I will slay you."

Certainly the knights are less skilled. On top of that, the deputy captain has considerable strength and what he said is unrealistic.

But that's none of his business.

"~ ~ You guys! Kill this guy with all your money!

The hysterical voice of the clip echoed on the battlefield.

"You guys, get ready for one or two of your hands and feet! Have the light heal you later!

Yuichi escapes desperately so that he can be chased by something horrible.

(Shit!)

Another knight in the back was injured, but Yuichi can't afford to care about it.

(No, no, no, no!

A demon strikes from the front right. Yuichi painstakingly avoids it and slashes it down.

(Gotta hurry...... keep it up, the light sucks!!

Yuichi was blind around him. I was so anxious.

(Infected with wounds from demons, slow acting poison, hypnosis, slavery!

Yuichi used to suffer from severe secondary illness and was in close proximity to abuse in school. Transferring to different worlds does not make stained negative ideas disappear.

(What if a demon-injured soldier is transported to an ambulance as a patient?

And Yuichi turned his head fast. I was paranoid. As a result his thoughts predict the worst at high speeds.

(What if the patient's slave was activated in an ambulance facility? Light cannot use attack magic. There is no decent escort either. And if they scratch it, it's over)

If the light falls into the other hand, this front will collapse completely.

Yuichi checks the position of the sun for a moment. It was just around sunset.

(No. Coverage is not yet available...... Anyway, we just have to get there fast!

Yuichi moves his legs even harder and tries to break through a large group of demons.

There was a soldier in Fort Gene in the Grants Republic, without some sort of weird philosophy. He was placed on a security mission for the ambulance during this operation. However, the actual task was only named security and was dominated by the induction of the wounded carried by stretchers. While on the battlefield, I have found myself somewhat bored. From around here, we can still ask about the average low level of training of soldiers in the Republic, but now it has nothing to do with that.

When he opened his mouth to swallow, he saw the entrance begin to squirm.

I think it's the seriously wounded, and I rush to the spot.

"Hey, what's up, injured man?

"That's..."

Ask a coworker, but the coworker doesn't answer properly just by pointing to his finger. At the tip of his finger, he stood on a stretcher, a knight.

"... because this is a knight, injured somewhere? Hey, did you need a stretcher?

"I needed it! Or I just lost consciousness."

"Then they woke you up, didn't they?

"I'm not talking about that much, look, my belly's slashed"

"Fool, don't point your finger. It would be rude. I'm guessing you had the regenerative protection. Excuse me, knight...... knight?

The soldier asks, but the knight does not move while he is benevolent.

And, at the next moment, the knight was slashed by both of us with the sword he had.

"Hino!?

"Gi, gi!? Uhhhhhh!!"

The soldier fell on the steps at his feet, to the extent that his hair had been plundered between them, but his colleague was slashed on the shoulder and flank and swept around the floor in severe pain.

"O, Ozah!

"Ha, help me..."

The help of his colleagues is also vain, and the knight fills him with distance. But I thought he was referring to Todo, and for some reason the knight took off his helmet and licked his colleague's wound.

"Hey, what... Gah"

"Ozah!!

The next moment he raised his confused voice, the knight punched his colleague in the head and stunned him. The knight's face slowly turns to the soldier.

The face was not a person's. His eyes run blood, saliva drips from his mouth, and his cheek muscles are drawn and stiff in a weird way.

"Hih."

The soldier screamed a second time. He moves his legs, desperately trying to back off, with his buttocks on, but his body doesn't move as much as he thinks, shaking and powerless.

While doing so, the knight packed his distance and became an intermission of swords. A knight wields his sword. At that moment, the soldier could only atrophy his body.

At that time, from the blind spot for both of us, one hung up.

"Now! Take it down!"

A few jumped at the knight. The knight is suppressed to fall.

The soldier, with an instant hair, slowly lagged behind, breathing in relief.

"Is this the Demon Clan too!?

"No, I'm definitely a knight. It's Lady Norzak."

"No way is that a disguise!?

"Demons, demons, disguises..."

Soldiers gather like wild horses. One man pulled the soldier's hand and woke up helping them as they all voiced their opinions.

To the man, the soldier asks.

"Hey, what's going on?

"I don't know... it's just something worse out there. Demons or demons disguised as humans? No, but the disguise is... anyway, the guy who looked like one of us is in a mess, and it's a mess."

"Huh?"

The soldier left his face, such as not sure, and headed outside in an unconstrained foothold. And I see the battlefield through a stone window, and I'm stunned.

The wilderness at dusk when the sun was about to set. It would have been time for instructions to withdraw, but there are no signs of it.

The formation is completely disintegrating and there is no indication that the dominance is being taken. Those who wore the same form of armor were fighting over each other here and there.

"Hey, what is this..."

Snuff.

The next moment, from behind the soldier staring out, I heard a groan.

Turning around, the cavalier-looking man who had been rumbling earlier was peeling off a few of the people he was suppressing.

The power created by the Magic Armor was not enough to hold it down by a few.

The soldier just had to stare at the act of waving his sword and licking that wound one by one. I couldn't keep up with the change in circumstances.

The soldier finally returned to me as the knight began to walk further, making everyone unconscious. His original duty is to guard the ambulance. And there was an ambulance ahead of the knight on his way. It's about doing my job, so my thoughts have been drawn back to reality.

"Ma, wait!

Soldiers hang still voices, but there's no way they can stop with that.

As a result, he fulfilled his intrusion into the ambulance.

"Master Light, you can rest a little longer. There are no patients who need immediate treatment right now."

"But there are still people with mild illness, aren't there? I've had enough rest."

The light, which said so faintly, shed their soft restraint and turned to the wounded soldier.

(I wonder if you're getting used to it, not much nausea either)

If a painful soldier is carried, he will heal; if he is carried, he will heal repeatedly; and if he has less magic, he will rest a little. How long would I have gone on doing that? At first, he was just in an environment where the air in the slaughterhouse and the clinic mixed, something that seemed to overflow from the back of his throat from time to time, something that he exhaled heavily and misled. Now the faint disgust just creeps into my brain.

(... is it something you can get used to)

I was trying not to think about it. A newly built routine since coming to different worlds. It's like even that diverges, like you don't know where you're standing, that feeling. When you get used to this situation, can you fulfill yourself and go home on a daily basis? It was horrible to have such a question.

The light rested on the wounded soldier with mild illness. He doesn't have cuts, he just has a few scratches and sprains in addition to seeing moles all over his body.

Zukin, and.

The light, in the back of his head, illuminated a dull pain.

(It's ironic that people who are seriously ill can stand to see it better)

Mocking herself with her heart, she exercised light magic. The mole disappears and the swelling of the sprained ankle pulls off.

"Brilliant."

"Phew..."

Where the wounded soldier's expression is soothed, the light stops the recovery.

That's when I heard the hustle and bustle coming from outside the wall.

"... Is something wrong?

"I'll take a look"

A health guard next door answered the twinkling of light like a solitary. He himself was concerned about what was going on out there.

The moment he laid his hand on the door knob, the door opened in momentum. Because it was an internal opening, the health guard took the form of being blown to the door.

"Gww... what the heck!?

Wake up your torso and look at the door with the broken hinge. There was a knight wearing demonic armor there.

The knight wields his sword as it is and tries to slash it on a health guard who has sat on the floor.

"Ra, Lightning Arrow!!

The light that was watching the situation rushes to use attack magic. But it was in the stage of drawing the magic formation, and its purple lines blew heavily along the way.

(I knew you couldn't do it!?

Her mental trauma (trauma), which even inhibits the surgical constitutive stage that should be aided by the protection.It's close to that of the Ips, where a sportsman, for example a baseball pitcher, suddenly becomes unable to throw the ball.

(then...... sorry!

Dazzling light tries to activate another magic.

At the next moment, the knight's sword captured the shoulder of the health guard. The sound of a broken clavicle, blood seeping through his clothes, his groans echoing into the room.

"Area heels!

Light activated is Range Recovery Magic. Because he couldn't grasp my sense of distance, he recovered as small as he could, but definitely recovered the health guards.

Secondly, however, the wounds on the belly of the manipulated knight will also be healed.

The knight alternates between the blocked scar on the shoulder of the health guard and his own belly. Then he turned his gaze to the light and ran out in her direction.

"Ah... ah..."

I can pack my time in an instant.

In the head, the thought of a way to escape explores.

But anyway, her whole body stings and she can't move.

Flashing back into the back of your brain is the sight of a dark room. It's a nightmare I can't count how many times I've seen it.

An inferior grin. Liquor-smelling breath. A fist-waving father. Even a memory of pain.

My own hands to shelter are full of scratches and moles. No matter how much you scream and cry, it only accelerates the pain. So I don't do anything. I won't say anything. Just hold still, you just have to be patient until you get tired of it.

A knight tries to wield his sword in a sideburn.

The light unwittingly meditated his eyes. Tears pushed out on the eyelid convey the eye.

"Yuichi...!

I didn't want you to help me. It just didn't make sense, shouting his name out.

The sword, sounded and waved by the knight, made a tall sound and was stopped on the verge of slashing the body of light.

The light opens its fearful eyes.

There was a big back there.

"Sorry I'm late!

From behind my back, I heard a familiar voice in my ear. It is the voice of Yuichi.

He was wrapped in demonic armor, breathing heavily on his shoulders, and under attack by a knight with his own sword.

Yuichi plays the knight's sword loudly as he sheds his magic on his demonic armor. The knight lagged behind, disoriented a little.

"Yu, Yuichi..."

"Light...... glad you're safe"

Light calling his name in a flash. Yuichi looks at the body of light and is relieved that it is not scratched.

At that time, the knight regained his posture, erected his sword and rushed forward. The cutting-edge of the sword is facing Yuichi, a posture that only needs to be slaughtered.

In her heart, the scream glowed.

(─ It kills me!

In her, the sights of the past and the present overlapped.

Blood.

It's a thin red in my hand.

A father who is drunk and furious about something holds a knife that was falling on the floor and points it at him. Until then, a battered mother covers her with her back as she opens her eyes and summons something. Small, heavy shock and vibration. Did you wake up drunk all at once, a man who throws a knife in blue and runs away with unrestrained footsteps and hits the wall over and over again. The woman is wet with red liquid and overflowing with toctok and it. Something dark red overflows from the gap.

"Death."

An attack is "death".

The heavens and the earth lean and the world rocks. Right, left, right, left in small pieces. My vision is dark and I need to balance it. I'm about to fall. I don't know how to get home from here.

I cling desperately.

"─ Sweet!

Yuichi shifts the knight's thrust with his sword as he lays his body of light in his arms. With a light sword pattern as it was, I poked the knight's head small.

"Whoa, whoa!

Kick the knight's torso with his right leg. The power of the demonic armor was mounted, and the knight's body blew wide open, clashing against the opposite wall.

"Sorry Light! Stay back because it's a little dangerous!... light?

Yuichi peers into the light beside her and realizes that her face is badly blue. His eyes were not in focus, he stuck to it with great majesty, and his voice had not arrived properly.

"Light!!

"Eh... ah..."

Yuichi shouted, the light looked back at his face in a stiff manner, then turned his gaze to the knight who sat down on the wall.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just lost track of it!

"... yes"

That's when the knight on the wall comes up with his sword about the floor.

"Ma, haven't you been able to defeat him yet? Or why a knight?

"My enemies are manipulating me. Bad quality doesn't stop until you die or your hands and feet are cut off."

I can't tell if I'm intolerant of losing consciousness, or if I'm regaining consciousness immediately after losing consciousness. But at least when he ran past the battlefield earlier, Yuichi tried to jump consciousness by hitting him or something, but that was hard.

The knight is either wary of Yuichi's prowess or sees how he is keeping his distance.

In the meantime Yuichi toured his thoughts.

(It was convenient that there were no manipulated soldiers out of the inside of the clinic. Maybe I could have detoxified it with the magic of restoring light. But it took a healing magic on me from afar earlier. Maybe range recovery. Still, the fact that the knight remains manipulated means you can't open up the brainwashed soldiers...)

And the process of transporting wounded soldiers to ambulance facilities was also Gdagda due to their low level of proficiency. As a result, many soldiers were hypnotized before reaching the ambulance facility.

(Even if we defeat the knight here, if the front collapses, demons will pour into the fort. That would be the end...)

Yuichi looks into the window. With a window on the west side, the sun was just about to end up hiding in the mountains.

(The sun set... then we have to do it!

Yuichi took the stone out of his armor. It is the stone upon which the Holy Sword is based, and Yuichi has not yet used it. For the first time, the Holy Sword takes the form of a weapon.

"Yuichi... it..."

The light sees the stone and squeals.

The knight was alert to Yuichi's actions and laid his sword.

Magically flushed stones shine so bright that they cover the ambulance. When the light subsided, what was in his hand was...

"Notebook......?

There was no such thing as a philosophy, it was a notebook on Earth. That cover says "Creative Notes" in McGee.

"'Notebook' activated!

Along with the activation of the protection, Yuichi's notebook opens all by itself, the pages inside split apart and he begins to circle around his body. Each page is pale and glowing, a very fantastic sight.

The page eventually covered his body and scattered painfully with brilliance.

The light that was meditating my eyes on the glare. On her head, Pong and his hand were placed.

"Light. You don't have to worry anymore. I (...) came."

"Yuichi...... huh?

The light looks up to the Lord of the Hands. It was definitely a masculine appearance, but his forehead was split long enough to conceal his eyes, and his Rin eyes peered. The skin burned on the day in training was completely white, dressed in luxurious Japanese costumes of white and blue, reminiscent of the nobility of peace.

With the confusion of light elsewhere, he turned the fan he had in his hand against the knight on the wall, and against the enemies at the end of that wall, and said:

"My name is Hatsumomo. He who destroys darkness through darkness. Demons of the other world. Take my pussy."

Non-standard protection 'notebook'. Yuichi called it the "Creative Note" he used in middle school, once his name was "Black History Note," and he was able to adapt all Yuichi's appearance and settings of the creative character "Six-Door House", which assumed his own evening appearance, as described in the note. The time limit is ten minutes.