It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

By the time we got to the main hall, it was almost foggy and thin rain. If you keep stopping, I wonder if it will be possible to plant tomorrow. I look up at the sky as I drop off Tesla turning the carriage into the parking lot.

Entering the Lordship Hall and returning to the room, the lot room is noisy. Has everyone fallen into an avalanche because the training has been cancelled due to the rain? Return to your room with a slight bitter smile.

I tried to take care of my coat, but the samurai took it as it was, so I sat down on the couch with Posan and started organizing information.

At least, I know that the prediction is close when it comes to attribute magic (mining). It is also possible that iron is the only thing known to say that only iron is made. Even if you say that the total amount of copper itself is less than iron, if you dig where you dig, you get out. To say that it starts with iron through the culture of bronze is a distortion. There's no doubt that some kind of breakthrough was in the oak. Plus, I'm worried about the lack of an orga. Humans and demons are unable to communicate with each other because demons have been invaded by magic. So, what's your willingness to communicate with each other when they're invaded by magic? Thinking about it, I can't stop having a bad feeling...

Phew sighs, turns clothes into ruffled objects and heads to the practice room. If you don't move your body a little and change your mood, the unpleasant mood won't go away.

Head toward and stand with the base for Crossbow training. Slightly increase the amount of carbon in the formula to produce a true sphere about pussy balls and grab it with mindfulness power. Let it touch the center as it is and put it back. There is no particular sense of inhibition of whether "surgical control" is still a range of effects. I wonder if the validation around here is outdoors, but I start adjusting the speed of travel itself with mindfulness power. I don't really know the upper limit when it comes to speed. Because the flesh has nothing to do with it, the speed is going to increase everywhere, and even if I say grab it, I'm not gripping it with a grip, so I won't leave.

When I imagined the pitching machine and threw it, it sounded right and jumped somewhere. Wow, I can't look for flying pussy balls from fifty meters away or anything. I was in a bit of a hurry, but when I separated the conditions with "detection," I was able to discover the iron sphere sitting around the groove on the floor.

Produce a few on the same terms, try to grab each one and move it, but it soon makes me sick. I'm not over-returning, my brain gets drunk. The human brain is not clever enough to move several goals in different orbits. You'll need a little training.

Thinking about it, how was that orc controlling multiple...... It's all those countless iron balls when it comes to training...... Hmmm......

Don't dare, decide on the leader, let him fix it to distribute to the surrounding area and move it, it makes control easier all at once. Close to multiple surgical control. Is this what Orc was doing...... I'll try to increase the balls all at once, but it doesn't particularly affect the control. I wonder if it would be an image of a load dropping all at once if it operated in conjunction with a leader......

Once the balls are put together, pound them into the bags they were prepared for.

Phew, meditate your eyes, exhale. It is produced in the brain, imagining a knife without a pattern, one at a time, while allowing it to circle around. In an attitude of embracing heaven with one hand spread out like a conductor in two, two in three, and three in four, I repeat it deferably until the over-returning comes. Like a veil, a knife aligns around you, drawing a helix to the sphere, and keeps spinning. Feel the tiny blink in your brain and stop producing it. That number, about six hundred. Is this what it is by mass......

While drawing layers, instruct the leader of the knife around the perimeter to aim at the target. The knife that was rotating around him blossoms around a single knife so that it depicts lotus hua, then changes the angle and circles toward it. The moment all the knives are stationary, throw them off at the highest speed you can hold the leader. At that moment it emits a cuddly sound and just kills toward it so that a bow drawn in turn from the inner knife is released the moment a single knife is directed toward it. I confirmed that the first few pronounced the sound of dos and stabbed them specifically, but since then it has only sounded like a sound rambling. Did you penetrate the dirt wall on the side of the platform? The dirt and dust appeared and the target could not be confirmed. Oh... I have to fix the pedestal.

When I think about it, I hear the sound of saying Karan from behind. Turning around, it looks like Tesla took down the wooden knife with her shuddered face.

"What's wrong?

"No...... Excuse me...... I came here with the intention of training...... Um, it was so beautiful..."

Beautiful?

The moment I heard that, my laughter leaked unconsciously.

"Um, did you say something, me"

"No. I'm not. Beautiful. I'm sorry, I just didn't think it was the right expression for the art of killing something."

"Such a thing!!

Tesla puts her hand on her chest and screams.

"Beautiful things are beautiful!!

"Yeah, thanks for making me feel that way. But the fallout in saying that its beauty kills something was just a little hilarious. Perhaps we could use it for street art."

With that said, check the wreckage of the target. The target torn to pieces has not retained its original form. The knife is buried deep inside the pedestal. Now have you got the means of surface control...... You seem a little vain to be getting more and more out of the public. With that in mind, I pull out one knife that was out on the surface, tie it up again, and pull all the knives off the pedestal with mind-blowing power. For a moment, the splashed knife behind his back blooms a large circle of flowers around one thrown away.

Tesla squeaks as she watches the look with a cheeky face.

"Do you deny the strength... the power?

"I don't deny it. I just don't think Tesla and I have the same concept of power."

"What's that?

"Tesla, I ask. Why did you feel angry, unwilling, wanting to stand on the battlefield?

"If my power saves someone's life. You know me better, I don't like to get scratched. Then I want to fight with you!!

"Yeah. Your powers are rightly moving forward. I don't want to affirm that I kill something, I want to protect someone, something. That thought is honorable."

I also wanted to know a little bit about the limitations of the mindfulness power, so I reassemble the knife like a kaleidoscope behind me. Does it also look beautiful to Tesla, just opening her mouth and looking at it?

"Justice without power is a child's bullshit. However, that doesn't just kill something in front of you. It's power to create wealth and avoid other interference. With enormous force, it's also power that makes you think it's useless to attack. You can raise your point of view just a little bit. There is not a single force. It's all a source of strength, and if it's extreme, it's already a force."

With that said, Tesla stares at this one with serious eyes.

He offers his palms and produces a skinny one-handed sword. Brilliant blade on silver everywhere. From the pattern, I imagine the old kitchen two-hearted decoration. Hold the fluffy, floating, one-handed sword firmly with your right hand. The knives on their backs blossom the lotus flowers of the great wheel. Rain clouds are also scattered in thousands, and the reddish light pours out the window, dyeing Lianhua red.

"Tesla, you hoped to renew your contract... Conditions?"

Walk towards Tesla step by step. For a moment, Tesla with a barometric look is sure to bite her lips.

"As the Baron thinks of his wife, his companions, his people, I also want to think of this territory and fight it."

"That's why I hold it all by myself and keep running. It's not what Tesla thinks it is. That's too big to support."

When I say that, I shake my head, like, no, no.

"Then at least!! Don't let my knowledge hurt you more!! I want to protect the people I like, including the Baron!!

"To say that it belongs to an organization may give orders that it will not abide by. Can you swallow that? There must have been no freedom before."

"Still!! I don't even like to be deprived of that opportunity!!

Oh, you're a good girl, this girl... I want you to be happy.

With Tesla's face about to cry, kneel.

"Okay. Tesla, you will fight with me in the future. I'm so happy for you."

Pray for Tesla's breath disaster to the gods with the belly of the sword on his forehead, and the belly of the sword on Tesla's shoulder with his head bowed.

"I only received your thoughts. Now I am your sword. Please feel free to swing."

The moment Tesla proclaimed her oath, I felt the blue and purple light lit at the end of her sword.

Pull the sword repeatedly, grab the cutting edge, and give it away with the momentum of a mind-blowing sound.

"Is this...?

"Commemoration. I'll give it to you."

"Beautiful... it is..."

Tesla squeaks with a cheerful face.

"I'm sorry, could you ask me for one?

"What is it?

Tesla asks, looking at the pattern decoration with a fluffy look.

"I was wondering if you could bring me four boxes of standards. I want to punish the knife."

"Ah, yes. I'm in awe. I'll bring it to you in a hurry!!

"Sword, don't worry. You can do it later."

"Ok!!

With that said, Tesla runs away with her sword in one hand. Okay, well, I have to do what I want for you. That's a bit of an adjustment with Ray, too. Unable to indulge in the bitter laughter that boils, he continues to perform the sword dance of the knife as he puts it in his mouth. I was just going to train you.