Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

"Damn, there's a sauce!

Stepping on the ground, the left upper cuts out from the super close state.

There are motion patterns that connect fine jabs and low kicks, but the basic routine itself has been implemented since three years ago.

It is possible that it has been studied in the same way as the anomalous hikick earlier, and while realizing that it is second-line, it has to rely on its own fighting skills.

Conversely, however, the blue type on the quail side is the same, and Jake's known motion pattern is not used.

However, the fact that Jake's attacks are not hit and some Blue type attacks are dropping through Jake's defenses makes a clear difference.

(Shit, this is it!Difficult to eat!

Squeeze and your teeth will squeal.

It is not only the condition of the equipment that seems to be clearly different.

Differences in fighting skills and taste.And above all, there's the difference between the pilot's technique of putting on a suit, Jake, and the pilot's technique of the blue type.

Blue type that avoids attacks with a swinging arm and a thin sheet of paper.

It means that you are completely comfortable with the suit and you are familiar with, or not familiar with, its performance.

Until yesterday, Jake and the others thought.

Jake and number five are the two people who can use the armor suit the most.

Although it is true that cheap versions were offered to the military, it was not a full-plate armor that covered the entire body, but was mainly a power assist to each site.

I hate to say this, but it's like a bicycle wheel.

Even if it was expected to improve a little, it was overwhelmingly insufficient to hit front-line powers, such as those led by Quajo.

The Army's primary objective is usually to improve its ability to respond to combat forces.

For this reason, it is inevitable that there were only two pilots in the development department for one-off bespoke armor suits.

(Copy that! Beyond the original!

You can see the blood spilling around your body.A boiling, burning blood runs around, your brain is boiling, and a rough breath like rising leaks from your mouth.

The instantaneous power of the brain is lost just by judging the various numerical values reflected in the field of vision.

While awake, it was just a drip and a watery meal, and every time I swallowed the sour saliva mixed with regurgitating gastric fluid, the intense discomfort struck Jake uninterrupted.

Normally this is a situation where a doctor stops, but no one else, including Jake, will try to stop it.

I don't know if Jake and Kujo will ever face each other in these armor suits again.

The answer is given.

Probably human kettle % or something.Besides, it is a human kettle that can be rounded off.

Establish, research, develop, manufacture, test, and improve the infrastructure just to revive from here.

To finance the process and to prevent the leakage of developed armor suit technology.

And it's beyond the walls of too high a place to dodge the pursuit of Quajo and the Knights of Light.

Let me be clear.

The appearance is close to impossibility.

Damage from this Knight of Light raid was doing so much damage.

If the cargo bay of the truck that is now on fire was safe and able to escape, there would still be a chance that it could be recovered.

Now that I've lost it, I can't make any more fangs to reach Quajo.

In other words, the only bullets that Jake and his crew can release are the overdaughters and armor suits that connect him, and Jake is one step ahead of HR.

Oops!

The blue type releases the bottom of the palm with an empty palm of the left hand, as Jake clears the straight line that he releases on the right.

The vibration was pulled out, and the fixed neck connection was too tight, making an unpleasant sound.

Some of the values were blacked out due to distortions in the connection to the internal monitors.

(Still, it was me!

It moves.

Still moving.

You shouldn't!

After eating the bottom of his palm at the counter, he pursued Jake's left body as he stepped on it.

The blue type activates the booster on the leg and releases a mid-kick with light speed.There's nothing to prevent it from getting stuck in Jake's left rib, which allows him to swim a lot.

A twisted leg shatters some of Jake's upper left body boosters.

Armor alone can't kill to impact, and even attenuates to Jake inside while penetrating.Hear the sound of your left rib breaking through your body.

Still moving.

Ghiiii!

A blue-type right foot that was knocked down.

Dare to take it with your left body ready for damage, shatter your left arm and armor, and hold it firmly in the ribs where the pain is running.A counter ready to fight and throw away.

From the mouth eaten in the helmet, there is a lot of blood overflowing because of some damage to the internal organs.

"Ooooh!!

Left arm power actuator running at full capacity.Apply pressure to crush the blue type right foot.

Jake sounds like a splash somewhere, but I can't tell if it's coming from a blue leg, a broken armor, or the sound of his own ribs.

Unbearable pain burns the brain, but even when the consciousness becomes clearer, it delusions and adds more pressure.

But of course, the Blue Type can't enjoy it either.

Jump out of the ground with one left foot, shake your arms wide, and grip your hands.

Lift it overhead and hit the hammer, leaving Jake desperately at the base of his left arm.Hang your left shoulder and swing it down.

Ghhh! Ghhh!Ghhh! Gogiii!

"Ghhh!?

Once, twice, three.Jake's left shoulder was crushed by an iron hammer shaken four times.

Spread out the tiny pieces of metal and Jake retreated one step.

The left arm, shattered by each armor, hangs loosely and as a result releases the blue type of foot.

However, the armor of the blue type right foot was still heavily damaged at the expense of one left arm and several ribs.

There were beautifully arranged boosters there, but they were crushed as far as I could see from the outside.

But...

Hyugo!

The moment you see your broken right leg free, you get to the ground.

With that as the shaft foot, the blue type left leg pierces Jake's suit's chest armor.

Mishhh!

Ghhhhhhh!!

Jake was kicked and rolled over the wet asphalt.

"Gh, hah...!

A blend of runny nose and tears in your stomach, blood, and saliva that sticks to your face and causes your body to fall with your right hand.

First aid color-coded armor is damaged.Jake calmly thinks that the replacement parts are gone.

Still, it's amazing...

Raise your torso while making breathing sounds you've never had in your life before.

Full-bodied. Exhausted.The defeat is intense.

"I'll do it very well.... is that what you're trying to do?You can give up, take a boat somewhere in the countryside, take a leisurely bath fishing. "

Kujo walks under such a Jake.

Naturally, the Blue Type is standing aside to respond instantly to sudden problems.

"Ku, haha, haha.... don't joke.Shit... die, you son of a bitch. "

"Hahaha, that's terrible.I'm not ashamed of you.Why don't you live a little smarter?Even if you live with such resentment, it doesn't look like you're having any fun at all.I wonder if I can crush your life with such “wasteful" revenge. "

For some reason, he puts his intonation in a place called "waste” and talks to him in the guise of an astonishing wind.

It's from a distance from such a quail, but the gun is pointed at it.

Of course, from the tip of every gun mouth, there is a strong intent to kill that is no different from that of Jake.

"Everyone else.... after all, after three years, this is all you've got.The champion and the challenger, on the contrary, can't even be followers, but they scratch their feet in vain, making them want to crush.It's too much trouble to prune unexpected buds. "

Nothing happened.

After all, Kujo is licking us all.

Certainly. It's only natural that I should keep myself safe, rather than showing my face on the spot.

No matter what happens suddenly, we will prepare our forces to do something about it.

But, but...

But it is.

Some of you can't finish it at this level.

The inner power of the armor suit is released from the outside at once."Full Discharge".

It is a blow that emits super power in an instant enough to generate small electromagnetic pulses.

The program is similar to a kind of craftsmanship that is tuned on a precise and miraculous balance.

From the foundation design stage of the armor suit, the arrangement of its drive system, the power circuit and even the specialized veterans who excite the various capacitors connected together are in a row of cords that are unrepeakable enough to throw a key.

A program that should also be called the legacy of the person who created it three years ago.

Smiley Whiteland.

Dr. White Run, my stepgrandfather, is a talented woman enough to say that she is different from herself in the field of program construction.

The data she left behind was not on the actual machine at that time.

At that time, there was no way to reproduce this more than she went up to heaven with everyone.

Move, move, move!!

The suit is Zutaboro, and the various check lamps taken to orange enter the blackout or red zone.

However, the minimum capacitor and its activation program required for a "full disconnect" that was so desperate.

If you use this here now, you will die from this recoil.

But still. Still, the man in front of me.

This man is the only one standing still alive.

(Hell, heh... hell, to hell, to the road!!

You don't want to show your power to the Knights of Light, who may confront you after this, in front of you who don't feel threatened.

Well, proud. Distraction.Chronic. Point at that.

No later, no further.

One of those bees.

The strength of the curse poison is deep and dark.

That's it...

The asphalt is shattered and scattered into fine pieces on the ground.

On top of that, Quajo stepped on it with his shoes and walked slowly.

Half a step to think about the effective range.

If you can pull me in half a step, I can kill you.

Bye...

With one step, Kujo enters the effective range of "Full Discharge".

"Die...!Phew! · Discharge!!

Jake kept screaming.

Oh, shit. What do you think? See?This is our...

Bam, each part of the suit opens, making a crackling sound and exposing the protrusion.The moment the excited capacitor attempts to release the power of a large output, it is precisely at that critical moment.

Jake saw Kujo trying to catch the end of the spectacle.

Surprise, fear, anger.

You'll have that look on your face, he'll be so sure you did it.

... laughing.

Kujo saw himself in a really funny way.

Besides, I don't even pretend to stop walking.I don't care about Jake's last suicide attack.

It's just like the face of an adult when he or she plays dumb...

"Master Access Code, [hat a globy cloud sky. Ⅰ t will rain the afternon].After access approval, apply for ESC via external voice input. "

That voice, like the sound of a nostalgic bell in the corner of your memory.

It resonated coolly to Jake's boiled brain.

"Huh!?

"... check your voiceprint data and access code.You have checked the applicant's master permissions.Change the priority of the emergency work system by the master administrator.Confirm ESC execution using external audio input.... find the last program access.Do you want to abort program name "Full Discharge"?

"No, what are you talking about!

Jake is in a hurry to react to the management AI.Blue-type instructs you to wear it in such a hurry.

Rinse, uncertain, deafening voice.

"Abort by Administrator.After the program is aborted, a system check is performed.In order to ensure the safety of workers under maintenance, "Full Discharge" is forbidden to operate 24 hours after the current time. "

"Jesus, Mum."

* Giggle *, the sparkle of the armor suit exposed in each part is lost.Except for things that are not distorted and return, they are stored one after the other, and then returned to their original state.

Jake, the main pilot, is in the middle of a battle, but the control AI of the suit aborts the program.That means the Blue Type has more privileges than Jake, who uses the User ID.

Kujo stopped walking before such a Jake.

"So, hey? I told you.Your revenge is a waste of time, at least for what's yours?

Kujo crouches down and talks to Jake over the helmet.

But he's not the one Jake wants to see.

Over there, standing behind Kujo, Blue Type.

Kujo senses it, slightly shifting his body.

"... nothing has changed since then.Now that we've upgraded the program, I thought we could find the Easter eggs on the mainframe by disassembling them...You couldn't even afford that much?

Voices, voices.

The contours of the voice that I almost forgot are coming back.

The blue type puts its hand on the helmet.

Pushy, the pressure comes off and the helmet unlocks.

Grab the unlocked helmet with one hand and shake your head free from the narrow helmet.It stopped raining, but the strong sea breeze still blows through the back of my head.

I grabbed the helmet and lifted my hair with the opposite hand.

Long, windy, dark hair.

However, the moon light that plunges from the rainy clouds illuminates her hair in an unusual way, the blue type.

From black to navy, blue to indigo, and a little purple.

"Smith...."

"No, no. Something's wrong, but it's not.She has been my secretary for three years now, Yamamoto.No, it's not convenient because it's so powerful.I went all the way out there scouting. "

"No, it was a lie...No, that's not it, that's not it!

With nausea in his mouth, Jake moved back into the helmet.

It's not because of the medicine, or because I was kicked down and shaken all over my body.

Unstoppable mental discomfort beat everything else that caused physical vomiting and hit Jake.

I can't breathe!

Found Jake vomiting, Kujo called out to the Blue Type with his excitement shredded.

"Oh, my God, is that what you're talking about?It's not interesting at all to know the correct answer even though I'm asking a question. "

"In this case, it's not a place to judge without having fun.Complete what needs to be done and withdraw as soon as possible.We don't like to make things rough with the police at this time of year. "

"Seriously, no, no, that's enough."

Quajo talks to the blue pilot woman and stops.

Then he turned to Jake, staring at them, and stopped.

"Oh, that's right.Mr. Jake, yes! Long time no see!?Ahahahahaha!!

Jake looks up.

The moonlight and the blue type of hair that is illuminated by the flame are tingling.

Her hair fades as well as her name.

It's not black, it's not blue, it's not purple, it's not indigo.Light, light smiley color.

Jake looks up.

I lost it three years ago.

I wonder if I love you. I wonder if it's beautiful.Shake the memory of death and the incense of death.

There is a face of her who once loved herself and everyone.

However, there was no warmth or peace in those eyes at that time.

It's just an inorganic cold, like being stared at by a glass sphere.

Do you call it despair?

"Ah, ahhhhhhh!!

The leaking voice turns into a cry.

What the hell is overflowing?

"Smile Whiteland! No, it's Smile Motomya now!She's your sweet, sweet lover!!!

The beloved woman who was supposed to have gone beyond the wall of heaven, which cannot be recovered, is now.

Along with the enemy of vengeance.