Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The roar of a mad beast, an awesome cry that can only be described as breaking through my eardrum.

Oh, my God, that's what I thought. In the next moment, Don! and the shock rushes through like a hammer smashing a cobbled floor. The intense sound reminds me of my sumptuous consciousness.

The sandy stone ground is what I see when I get a little clarity back. Low gaze like crawling through the ground is obvious because I'm still down.

So besides the floor, all I see in this eye are the black feet of the abominable goma - but for some reason, there were athletic shoes in front of me with a terribly familiar design.

A sole with a red line in the white is nothing more than a sophomore's boot from White Ridge School, the same as I wear. It wasn't the steel hammerhead or anything else that slapped the floor with awesome impact, apparently, it was this thin rubber sole.

That shows the fact that there's someone standing in front of me right now.

No, I don't have to think about that, there's only one person on my mind.

"Phew, Taba......"

I normally meant to call my name, but I fainted a lot and couldn't pronounce it well. Clogged throat. Above all, I can't help but taste the iron-smelling blood that spreads through my mouth.

While I experience the pain of running all over my body again, I see for sure who owns my boots. [M]

Double-leaf bud costume. Vertically and horizontally, the breasts and buttocks boast a huge giant out of standard. That figure is just one for two years and seven pairs. And she's the only one who's gonna be one of me.

The pain in this body proves that its existence is not a convenient hallucination to see during death. Above all, her presence, grandiose and benevolent in front of her, is all too overwhelming.

But that's why, I don't believe it.

That Mr. Twin Leaves is back. That I jumped into this herd. Most importantly, that she gave you that awesome growl.

I only had a shallow relationship with Mr. Twin Leaves for a short time, but I know her weakness, sweetness and tenderness quite well. Because I know, I can't believe it.

So I guess I was convinced that this was reality and that the person standing in front of me was Bileaf Bud Ko herself because she could recognize herself as an 'anomaly'.

"Co-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..."

That was a creepy breathing sound. I did see something leaking out of her mouth like a red cunt with her exhaling breath.

No, if you look closely, that red jaw is seeping out of her whole body like hot air. The appearance of wrapping red smoke, as if the blood in your body were even evaporating, makes you feel the power of constant separation.

But most of all, the anomaly is her face.

Crimson red eyes, red more than the colour of blood, shining so brightly on the white eyes that ran like three days and three nights all night long, that yes, even giraffes and LED lights are really being planted.

With her brilliant red eyes, she was staring at the goma surrounding her. With a rightly angry shape, carved deep wrinkles between the eyebrows and hung up the critical eyebrows, as he had done before his parents' revenge.

The face was too far from the image of Mr. Twin Leaves that I had seen. She was always anxiously shaking her eyes like an abandoned puppy. As troubling as it is, the eyebrows are in eight letters, and I apologize immediately for nothing, and cry every time. My body is big, but my liver is small, like, a little weak girl. That's all I know about a statue called Twin Leaf Sprouts.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A mad scream rises out of her own mouth, like pulling an image like that back from the ground up and scattering it on the wood end fine dust.

To too much force, all the surrounding goma frightens and shudders themselves small. Neither do I remember the war in a different way than the crisis of my life just now.

Mr. Twin Leaves. I wonder what the hell happened to her - oh, my God, not long after thinking about it, she moved.

A hard gripped fist shakes up heavily. Thus, stand in front of you, aim for a goma that is smaller than a minute in the head, and shake it down.

"Gebu -"

Goma's head could play. Light as a tomato, be a gutter.

It was just a fistbone shot, and a skull at least the same size and strength as a human, protected head, was crushed. The blow is out of range of the fist bone at the earliest. Whether or not a big man proud of his power wields a steel sledgehammer will have the power to this point.

"Ggear!

It was now Goma who raised the beastly cry. He wields the weapon in his hand and jumps forward to the giant body where Mr. Twin Leaves' red aura rises, simultaneously.

The opposite Mr. Twin Leaves turned to himself with his burning angry gaze to the front -

"Gah!

Rigid arm flashing. Right arm, hugely forward. Just that, Goma and I dance through the universe like leaves of trees winding up in a gust. It wasn't just the guys who jumped on me, even the guys who were nearby watching the timing of the chase, who then flew all the time.

Whoever hits directly on the swinging arm has a broken arm or body in the bucky, as if he also received a full swing of the No. 4 batter in the major league. Ahead of being blown away by the impact, a space where tree branches are stretched out like nets. The lucky one would have cushioned the thin branches somewhat softer than just hitting the stone walls, but whoever turned slightly towards the thick branches had a bustling skewer. The premature sacrifice of the Mockingjay, a tragedy that could only be described, spread in the blink of an eye.

"Gghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Goma and Goma showed a distinctly dull appearance. There is no one who continues to leap to Mr. Twin Leaves.

No matter how incompetent, there will be about a survival instinct. If you watch up close to being smashed with overwhelming power the moment you approach it, you can't understand it.

Well, I guess there's also a greed that doesn't stop me from giving up the delicious prey of humans.

As a result, the goma becomes rigid. In the present situation, the stupidest reaction. So from there on ahead it was already... unilateral, genocide.

"Vuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Lifting his ear-busting ambition, Mr. Twin Leaves rushes into a herd of goma.

I recall unexpectedly that there was a painful incident of a passenger car going into a line of elementary school students. I'm sure the scene must have been such a tragic situation.

Goma is about the same back length as I am, small. That little body dances through the universe one after the other. Or, you get killed. Before Mr. Twin Leaves steps in, the kind of guy who was unluckily falling into it will be the feather of a direct hit by his 100-kilogram weight stomping. With every move she makes, Goma's head, her belly, her hands and feet are trampled unbroken.

The ravages spreading on the ground are not wacky played consciously by Mr. Twin Leaves. It's just that Goma was falling in before it moved.

So what she's looking at is the ones still standing in front of her and holding her weapon.

"Gee, eh."

A flash of rusty blades, sporadically rolled out. Or, a poke.

Mr. Twin Leaves, who looks insane with anger, doesn't act as if he's dodging. For a big body, the target is also big. If you are attacked, you will inevitably take it. Injured and forced to bleed.

"- Goaaaaaaaaa!

But she's not frightened. I've heard that Indian warriors, if they're about small-calibre bullets, don't take them but don't fall, and they attack them as they are, but now Mr. Twin Leaves, that's exactly how it is.

Without a blade to be rolled out, the rigid arm that holds the power of her one-stroke special continues to wield. Goma is beaten, crushed and trampled one after the other.

Some of them got their feet grabbed and bungled.

Goma, the whole body weight, to deduce from the looks and the damage I got kicked, would be something like 40 to less than 60 kilos. At the very least, she showed a certain weight for a junior high school student or a skinny woman, and Mr. Twin Leaves wiggled lightly with one hand.

Goma's right arm, which grabbed Goma's ankle gassily, is shaken wide. A lighter action than shaking up a fairy walnut wood spear.

Shortly afterwards, Sole is slapped straight to the ground. Pan, and the sound sounded like a thoughtful slap on the bathroom tile with a wet towel - in a row.

Mr. Twin Leaves swings left to the right as if he mistakes the grabbed goma for a sturdy stick or something. With each wave, does the precipitated blood splash rise to belong to the weapon itself, or to its fellow countrymen, who are crushed by this?

How many Goma would have turned into a shattered tragic corpse. The branches of the surrounding trees have changed shades of dark red paint into dozens of litres of smashed.

"Huh, huh!

Mr. Twin Leaves, a rough breath, moves his glowing red eyes, searching for his prey, but at last no one seemed to be in his eyes.

There seemed to be only a few Goma, who luckily escaped the killing zone of terror in a crisp manner, and from behind the dim passage, a pitiful screaming voice came wooden spirits. That is the only indication of the existence of a living goma, and later on, only meat masses floating in a sea of dirty blood remain on this occasion.

"Huh, hu..."

Twin leaves exhale heavily as they exhale bright red smoke. But just a deep breath doesn't seem to hold her excitement. My shoulders move up and down wide as I breathe rough as a hungry beast.

It stopped like that, but I looked back, as if I remembered in a mundane applause. Slowly, to me.

"Hu... uh... also, mo... ku..."

She did seem to have called me by my name, though with a harsh look that leaked a creepy red exhale.

"Huh, Twin Leaves,..."

I called that name back. My voice is shaking because of the damage to Lynch about half of it. The other half was as inspiring to her as the Savior who kicked Goma and helped her out - not something.

Pure fear. Bottomless anxiety. Overwhelming despair. With such negative emotions, I shook both the voices I uttered and this messed-up body.

"Momo, kawa-kun"

Clearer than just now, she calls me.

My eyes glowing red as they burn shoot straight through me. It's like nothing else is in your eyes. All at once, all the way, I can't wait to see her gaze at me alone.

'Cause you will. She's not Matomo now.

"Also, thigh... or ah..."

"Hiya!?

resentful as a ghost with deep resentment, and now, even a vivid groan like a zombie would be a natural reaction to leaking a scream the moment she took a step as she mumbled my name-like word.

A man who has clearly lost his sanity. It feels like it's in front of a monstrous murderer in an American horror movie. As a matter of fact, Mr. Twin Leaves now resides in a monster power that can crush Goma without difficulty with his bare hands.

With one of her whims, one teaspoon of power, I will become part of a sea of blood that spreads all around me.

"Ahhh!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Mr. Twin Leaves danced toward me as Dosudos and the elephant played the heavy sounds of running at all costs and the abominable water sounds of stepping on pieces of gucha and goma flesh.

My body moves beyond my limits before being able to hunch me for absolute death in every element, both for the purpose I see and instinctively and intuitively.

I was very successful in waking myself up. [M] Birring sharp pain all over your body and bumpy dull pain run through at the same time, but still, somehow, miraculously. The momentum jumped, and I swung out the pain - and by the way, I was caught up.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

My screams about tackling me in such a way that I hugged them directly from the front were dispelled by the scream. Soft white skin, but wild arms like Marutai, are held tight by the momentum that snaps my luxurious body.

Gotcha. Ouch. Painful. I had already been pushed down to the bloody cobblestone again when I had that feeling in my head.

Mr. Twin Leaves jumped in with all his strength. I weigh less than fifty kilograms, but bumping into me doesn't weigh enough to weaken the momentum. Well, there's no way I can take it.

He's hitting his back hard with a fallen impact, but soon he won't care. There's a hundred-kilogram giant on top of me right now. That sense of weight, of oppression, you might call it torture.

"Heh... Ha, ha..."

Feels like the air in your lungs was pushed out all at once. Forget to breathe instantly.

But fortunately, my head wasn't underneath Mr. Twin Leaves' body. Is it because the parents fell in and went, in the same position as they held the child up?

If the warm, soft, then overwhelming, super-weight flesh felt from neck to bottom had reached my face, I would have lost my mind within a moment of lack of acid. I'm not so much a mazo as I feel like drowning in a sea of meat. [M]

"Heh, hah... heh, heh! Do it, stop it!

After the most serious breath of my life, I screamed as much as I could.

You know, sanity, reason, calmness, Matomo's ability to think, everything is flying, Mr. Twin Leaves, but I'm sure if my companion, I call him by the thought of death, his voice reaches...

"Whoa, whoa!

Like ridiculing me with convenient hopes over this period, no, as if to deny with all the strength of her whole body and spirit, she finally responds with the same actions as the beast.

Bitten. Bitten. Sharp pain running to the neck muscle. And at the same time I tasted the feeling of being licked with a velvety and warm tongue, as if a hungry beast were to indulge in the taste of meat.

My spine shivers literally. And with all the blood gushing out of my neck, I don't know how many times today, but I definitely screamed the loudest.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!"

Oh, no, I'm dying. This dies. It kills me. I thought you helped me around the corner, but I thought you could help me around the corner.

I'm not kidding. If a demon eats you to death, you don't have to know, if you're going to murder your classmate, you don't have to know... more so, at the hands of your people, at the hands of your insane people, I can't believe they're going to kill you!

Too unreasonable, too resentful. Such, cursed thoughts, swelling up like a raging black smoke, gushing from the back of my chest, mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh... oh, hey... no, to the fever -"

What the hell does it mean to use it?

"Sick, while..."

I'm sure I'm not a jerk who resents her. [M]

"Take that..."

I didn't have to make sense, I didn't have to hate the person in front of me, but still, I couldn't help but say it.

"Curse. Eh!

The last resistance I can do. First spell.

"Red, fever. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Screaming so much that your throat is crushed, in the end, only echoes the vain, bloody passage.

Place the opponent in a slight heat state. There is no way you can stop Mr. Twin Leaves, who exerts his power to try and lightly ravage dozens of goma by such a showy effect spell that so symbolizes the uselessness of his vocation as a magician.

That is why other spells are not of equal use in this extreme situation. You can't possibly restrain her with "brunette tying," nor can the most dependable counter-attack "pain return" work for Mr. Runaway Twin Leaves right now, which makes her react like her pain is completely paralyzed. Now, the same wound that bit me on her white neck is stunning, but I can't see her ever caring about it.

So when it comes to what I can do now, it's just to hold back in her arms with a squeaky force while she keeps groaning like this.

But if you think about it, it might be better for a girl to hold you and die than for Goma to crucify you.

"... ah"

And when I finally only had a silly idea because of my fading consciousness, I realized once again.

"Ah, fuck...... twin leaves,?

It's stopped. Her movements.

"That, uh, lying... could be true..."

Reaching your ears is faint exhalation. And no less oppressive for the whole body - but power like a rambling mad bull until just now can be completely wiped out, and now it's only laid back. No heart or hug her body, it seems hot too.

"And it's stopping..."

Horrible, take a peek into Mr. Twin Leaves' face, and there will be no more Hell's Evil Shapes of Wrath there. The eyes of the tight red eyes are closed patchy with the eyelids falling off. The wrinkles carved between the eyebrows disappear like lies, and the eyebrows draw a gentle arc. He was a restful sleeping face.

Why did Mr. Twin Leaves' rampage stop perfectly? The cause of the madness is also unknown in the first place. You can't tell why it fit on its own.

But I don't care about that now. The cause and the reason, any causality that affects her, is all I think about, behind me.

"Ha ha... Yay... I'm glad..."

Apparently, my fate has not yet been exhausted.