Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

At the same time as confirming the appearance of the samurai, Mao rushed as hard as he could, putting all the speed in both feet and giving a drop kick.

In general, it seems that it can be calculated with momentum = mass × velocity.

As an understandable example, I want you to imagine the power of a blurry mass of more than 100 kilometers that accelerates and pops out at once in the mud.

A drop kick that transcends that blur, which is sometimes described as a shock of the amount that is repelled by the truck.

The spine freezes when you think about how much acceleration the moose that does not reach the Hercules as a mass.

(Ah hey... it's just in time.But that samurai fell off the hotel and didn't take that much damage)

Run through the hotel's emergency stairs and get out of the exit, but it's normal for luxury hotels like this to have multiple exits.

I noticed that the tip of the exit that jumped out from the nearest exit was the back exit, and when I rushed to the square where I threw the samurai around, I was on the verge of being attacked by the police officer.

I made it in time, but I need to ask you something ridiculous.

(Officer over there?Why are you pulling that teppo trigger on me?

A shredded gun is making a noise.

Since all the bullets were dropped on the samurai earlier, even though there were no bullets left in the revolver, how about pointing a gun at the “good citizen”?

(Maybe it's me.You think he's like that?

The samurai are the first to send their gaze.

He pulls his body out of the time plate with the destination indication of the broken bus at the end of the kick and stares at us.

I felt shot in the orbit of a cavity with no eyeballs.

At that moment, the samurai vigorously waved his dagger.

Dokaaan!!

The bus stop sign fell into pieces.

"Motivation....."

She snapped and sighed with a voice so small that no one could hear her.

Very troublesome.

The "Warlord" has said that he is not talented for daggers, such as knives and knives, and that he gets in the way of reaching his own specialties to compete in the room.

A single steak knife "warrior" told me after Mao tried everything he could to defeat him, and I remember being depressed.

That's why I moved the field to a wide place where I could swing my spear with all my might.

(Well, it seems easy over there, but I pushed you to a place where we could do everything we could, right, Tonton?

That's how he pulls out the spear that he threw into the item box when he went down the stairs.

Wow, I don't care what the cops say.

I don't care about the sound of the trigger that makes the tempo faster than before.

Or do you think the officers are still sleeping there?

Oh, I see.

If you look closely, you will notice.

The armored samurai was kicked and slightly thinned, but there was a faint mood on the ground.

Remove the glove on your left hand and touch the rest of your groove with your bare hands as you bend over.

The entire skin feels a little tingling.

The samurai will not move while staring at us.

Probably without the art of long-range warfare, he won't be able to disrupt his immobility until he reaches his own range.

It is convenient for Mao.

(I think it's paralysis poison?Well, I hardly work now.However, it works especially well for people with low levels)

When I applied the glove again, I shook my left hand.

I don't feel any numbness anymore.

The vibrations released by ghosts and dead spirits give various bud statuses to living beings depending on the individual.

Paralysis, confusion, fascination, anger, petrification, etc.

All physical and mental bud statuses.

At a low level, he also trains soldiers and recalls the cleansing work of the rally cemetery he was taken to.

When the ghosts appeared one after the other in the middle of the night and purified the skeleton soldiers around, the mixed caresses brought back memories of the gelo wrapped around them.

I want you to think that a person with bad body odor has shaken the perfume to erase the smell, wore clothes with perfumed softener, and eaten a lot of garlic Gyoza.

Smell harassment, actually, is a little different.

However, the other soldiers did not complain of feeling ill, and Mao always borrowed a shoulder from them.

Honestly, I can only thank my friends back then.

Even though it was a luggage, Mao was able to perform the mandatory monthly fixed-term work in the first year of the soldier's appointment, and finally became resistant to the difficulty of vomiting at that time when the level exceeded 10.

On that day, at the dawn of the night shift, I enjoyed a delicious meal and a pleasant drink at the expense of the bush.

Until then, it was nothing but a struggle.

(I can't help it. The magic decreases.....)

I'm in the way of falling asleep here.

If you don't get away from me, I can't shake my spear satisfactorily.

"No, what! Kh, don't come!!

"Hyeeeee!!

If you're so scared that you're trying to help, you're slightly motivated.

Even as she drowned, Mao cast a spell.

"First Aid"

Green light flies from Mao's left index finger to two police officers.

They would not have seen it in the confusion, but the paralytic poison that covered their entire body should have disappeared.

Beginner's status anomaly release spell "First Aid".

A spell that restores bud status to the body, such as mild poison and paralysis.

Versatility was unexpectedly high, and the bush's most common use was severe diarrhea from food poisoning when eating painful food.

Let me tell you something, understand that "climax” is synonymous with almost “climax”.

"Hyi!

The moment Senpai's policeman regained his body's freedom, he grabbed the cuff of the senpai next to him and crawled away.

They don't see the Knight of Light anymore.

I ran away from the scene in a glance.

"Wow, you don't have to run so far..."

Though light, Mao's heart hurts sharply.

"Ooooh..."

I can hear a roar.

The skeleton at the end of his gaze was staring at us with a lot of motivation.

Unlike before, it has a firm stance of forward leaning.

I mean, I guess I'm serious.

"Please don't do that.I don't like danger. "

Place a shield in your left hand and hide it behind your shield where you can aim directly from the samurai.

The spear on the right is a prick.

Let's start with a quick survey to find out how much they can do.

(Well, I don't know what they think.)

Thank you. The timing of the samurai strike is warm.

Perhaps the natural way to fight that samurai is not to swing, swing, swing, swing.

Don't look very “ugly”.

(There must be a big tie for being forced to use it.That's why ghost magic is so fucking amazing.)

An abominable ritual that defiles the dignity of a warrior and spits.

It significantly reduces the intuition and instinct that is supposed to be provided by the surgeon by tying up the spirit of the surgeon and using it.

As a result, the technical smeltness decreases and weakens, which was taught over there.

"Really, let's have a hands-on professor!!

The bush was slipping forward.

The moment the ground turned from a fashionable brick sidewalk into an asphalt, it stepped in at once.

It's even faster than the drop kick earlier, as long as you have a solid foundation to bite the ground.

"Aaaaaaahh!!

The samurai responded and shook his dagger.

Gosh!

The shield and dagger clashed with a dull sound.

However, the "Shield Bash" used in the hotel room does not activate.

Because, "Skills can't be activated simultaneously."

"Thrusto!!

Ability to twist further from rushing and hide behind shields.

This was also the soldier's Spear General Skill "Thrust".

A handy skill that you can acquire from about 5 levels if you are talented through training.

However, Shigeru mastered level 9, which is a little late blooming on average.

The effect is simple and clear.

This instantaneous buff skill is activated when poking a spear and instantly increases power.

The effect is instantaneous and one-time, but has the advantage of less magic drain when using a skill.

It was a primary skill that I should have learned first if I used a spear.

Gosh!

Cut the wind, but the blow fell off a great deal.

The samurai slightly shifted his body's axis at the moment of skill activation.

The point is an attack aimed at a point.

Avoid the first point of contact and the rest will be straight.

"Come on! Swing!

A spear passed by the samurai's side and shook to the side.

Mekichi!

A samurai is blown away like a home run ball while making a sound of something breaking.

Dokaaan!!

The ball warrior is trapped on the fourth floor of a nearby miscellaneous building.

Looking at the signs outside, it looks like a girl's bar.

I can hear women screaming in the soil and smoke.

But the shadow rises in the soot and smoke.

"Damn it, asshole.He jumped to match the blow!

Use your skills continuously to hold your rough breath.

The magic of the bush was being sharpened.

This is also the general skill "Swing" for soldiers.

Effects increase stamina for a flash when attacking sideways.

However, this is not for spears, it is a general-purpose skill for rods and axes.

Seriously, thank you! I'm glad you taught me!!

Drawing in the back of my head is one of my fellow drinkers.

I recall a fellow Mohmov Wesen soldier with a dog's head (who said he was a wolf).

What he was good at was a stick, and I remember being told to remember it as a back hand with crushed eyes.

After that, I couldn't stand the shark feeling when I stroked my head.

It was carefully cared for and it felt very good.

... I got really angry later, and I even got drunk.

Still, it looks like you took a lot of damage.

Spears and sticks, different types of skills, but perfect for long-held bushes.

The samurai's left arm was lowered loosely.

The bush also had the feeling of breaking something.

(But it doesn't seem to have any effect on shaking the Dagger)

I smiled bitterly under my helmet.

A samurai jumps off a bar on the fourth floor and lands on the ground.

"Are you motivated?I'm tired. "

For some reason, unlike the hotel room that was barging in like a fool's memory, this armored warrior “jumped" the moment he took damage.

I mean, maybe, but I'm waking up.

I felt anxious about the possibility.

A bush rushing into it.

Gosh!

"Oops....!

A warrior who prepares to intercept.

But don't shake the dagger this time, don't shake, don't shake before approaching the bush!?

(Kh!?

An armored samurai has set up a chicken race for just a few moments.

A fraction of seconds of conflicting views between the two sides, trying to get ahead, divides the light and dark.

Unable to bear it, the samurai's dagger firmly played the tip of the spear that had moved earlier.

Besides, the speed has dropped since you didn't use your skill to hold down the magic drain this time.

The samurai's right leg jumped from the bush's torso.

The shield in time holds it down, but of course Shield Bash has no leeway to play.

Whoo!!

"Gah!... damn, it hurts...!

An armored samurai who was rushing away from the rush and was well prepared to intercept.

Though the Armored Warrior had a spiritual advantage, it was a hasty mistake.

A muddy footprint attached to the shape of the samurai's leg is stamped on the shield.

"Did that bastard wake you up?

A spell placed on a diver's watch in early childhood.

Though not very familiar with Japanese spells, that carefully coated spell must have been something that would have made this Armored Warrior's mission more important.

Perhaps it was designed as a marking for the Armored Warrior to move in search of his missing self.

Doesn't it mean that my will has returned after I shattered it?

(One thing is that the original warrior sensitivity will be restored, which is not very good.)

At the same time, she wakes up her body from the electrical decoration of her blown pussy.

When I realized it, I heard something screaming in the distance.

I didn't have time to worry about it and walked straight towards the samurai.

Mao didn't notice, but the appearance was broadcast live nationwide.

"Goddamn it, don't rush.Trouble, but change of plans.Carefully, carefully. "

When I put my left hand out into space and took out the mana potion from there, I bounced the lid with my finger and flew away.

It passes through your throat and falls into your stomach with a warm, dry bitterness.

Gu, I can feel the increase in magic rising from my stomach all over my body, and confirm that the magic has recovered.

And Mao thinks.

(As always, it feels terrible in the melting place.Besides, Muzu...)

Why don't their ancestors try to improve the taste of these damn potions?

There should definitely be criticism from the user.

Quality should be the top priority, but then it is the manufacturer who meets the customer's needs.

Rebuild the entrance and exit of the item box into space and throw an empty bottle into it.

As if you represented the frustrating heart of the bush, the ground was pounding and pounding.

And then, at once, the sound becomes louder and louder.

Until recently, the sky was illuminated brightly, and the moon, which had a beautiful night view from the hotel lounge, was hidden, with clouds covering all sides.

It was a sudden shower of guerrillas.

The sound of rain particles hitting the ground crushes the sound around you.

Shit, rain sucks.

Anyway, my body gets cold.

The other skeleton bastard won't mind, but Mao, a human, naturally loses his performance if his body temperature is taken away.

In addition, heavy rain will severely restrict body movement, such as armor, boots and clothing.

(Weather forecast, did you say rain on weekends?)

I notice that I don't have much time, as I whisper my tongue.

Longer, you might get hit.

"Now, do you want to go with the other hand?

Walk slowly to the present day of the full-bodied samurai.

The samurai does not break his stance, and when he sees it, the bush slowly holds his spear.

Both sides have a slightly longer range, but the samurai are gradually regaining their sense of life.

You'll lose if you don't clean up before you get back.

"Uhhhhh...."

My spear broke down.

On top of that, the trajectory staggers as the Dagger tries to knock it out.

Then, the moment the dagger moves, it hits the tip of the spear.

A dagger bouncing back at the tip of a spear hits Mao's head with a knife that returns.

Shields guard it.

And then the dagger that was played...

Gagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagaga!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dozens rather than tens of pairs were repeated during instantaneous contact.

The sound of metal rubbing, bumping and hitting each other vigorously echoes around.

The unexplained bush retreats.

The samurai did not dare to pursue, but stood ready.

Basher!

The moment the Dagger and Spear Storm Zone settled, the rain particles trapped in the space fell all at once to the ground.

(Wow, he's been slashed a little.Aahhhhh!

The edge of the shield was slightly slashed and deformed into a bump.

However, the armor around one of the samurai's left arms was also damaged with minor scratches.

As a result, it would be good to make a judgment of confrontation.

But now I understand.

This samurai is definitely incomplete, but is beginning to wake up.

(... that stalker, as a ghost magician, is not very skilled.If you wake up this far, I can do something about it.)

The magic itself is recovering from drinking potions.

"... shall we go?"

I shook the rain grains on my spear and flew.

I'm not going back from here.

Katsukatsuki!

The bush boots slap the asphalt with a loud rain sound.

In the heavy rain of guerrillas that showed no signs of stopping after bruising, I can look at the armored samurai who is completely the same as before.

Grab a dagger with your right hand and don't move in the forward tilt position.

Same position as before.

As the bush progresses, it turns its shoulders and stretches out.

The samurai do not move.

There is still no sign that the samurai will move against the slowly standing bush.

It is certainly invisible, shaped only by implicit promises, declarations of illiquidity, and warrior retention.

Looking at it, Mao said just one word.

"Sugiyama, Mao"

"Ahh, Kuroki, Ka, Neshigee....."

It doesn't matter if nobody knows.

All we need to know is the ancient Armored Warrior and the Spear Man.

That's fine.