Kanna no Kanna

"Don't be afraid to do it!

Chloe whirls around the wolf tail.

"I haven't won yet." "But, with this, I'm on equal footing."

Certainly, it is very significant that even one person was able to reduce the number of opponents.

There were limits to just a few weeks of training and intuition, and the difference in ground strength was obvious. In addition, the state has been tied to spiritism. It was good because I was hooked on tricky tactics, but if I kept going for a while, I must have been forced into escaping by Escorts A and B.

"What is that boy's ability?" "I don't want to say anything, regardless of my sexual roots. Even if I estimate lightly, I still have the ability of C rank. I won't let you win. ''

Are you rich, good-looking, and strong? A little, the rear charge. I don't think it's enviable because it erases everything in terms of personality and it's a minus correction.

"I see ..... then the number of opponents has decreased and the strategy has changed a bit."

When I briefed the strategy, Chloe hesitated a little but nodded immediately.

--- Although there was no special intention.

Operational changes are not too far from the norm. However, I was worried.

This is the face of a grandmother who she showed when she declared a repartition.

Behind that humiliated face, I had a bad feeling.

The conviction that seemed unlikely to end easily was full of hearts.

--- It doesn't matter, but Escort A hasn't talked to you until it left the front line. Are you shy?

It was a seriously devastating thought.

At the center of the venue, the two teams faced each other again, and the old lady declared that the game would resume.

Me and Chloe tried to move to a simple meeting position, but sooner the Botchan camp moved.

It was the opposite view of Bochan VS Chloe and VS escort earlier, but it was in the opposite form. In other words, a monk came in front of me.

--- I had a meeting with Chloe that could not be called a strategy of replacing opponents.

Is it good to be in that position after unintentionally? Maybe your opponent has a special strategy.

"Thank you, using your sneaky hands ..." "There's a chance!"

The full swing of the ax (which had been returned before the duel resumed), which is now becoming a special skill, was thrown into the talking little boy. Immediately prevent with some two swords, but the difference in mass is obvious, and the boy blows away. In this situation, I seemed to choose my opponent emotionally without thinking about strategy.

While blowing away, the boy repositioned with a wonderful sense of balance and held a sword

It makes sense to switch opponents. It's a matter of compatibility. If I deal with the remaining Escort B, the opponent will be on guard too, so I'm not going to pass any bad tricks anymore. It is difficult to break through that strong defense even if you push it hard. On the other hand, when she met whether she was focusing on appearance and movement, she looked exactly as she was. It's luxurious, but it's obviously less protective than escorts. I'm not as good at my skills, but I can push it to beat my attack.

And if Chloe can take care of my escort, I can concentrate on my opponent. Chloe's skills allow him to persist for a long time even if he cannot break through the defense of Escort B.

"This is this! How terrible is a sudden strike?" "You're a monster!"

I'm not as proud as I'm dating on the opponent's front mouth.

I swung the ax up from below. This time, avoid jumping without receiving a sword. Continue to attack in a row with the sword cut and bun turn. All of them are avoided or parryed. From the end, all my attacks have been missed. However, the superiority of the situation is proved by Bochan's bitter look.

"Look, you're a little kid! Are you just avoiding it! Is your proficiency just a lip?" "Guu, this Heimin ----" "Don't tell me, dubbo!" ? "

She saw the opening of the ax and thrust the handle of the swiveled ax into the belly of a boy trying to fight back. Maybe I wanted to say, "I have a common style!", But I have no reason to ask.

The current attack hit the gorgeous breastplate, so there was no damage. From the feel, it is the same as hitting escorts A and B. That breastplate is also a mythril alloy. No scratches.

However, there are some things that are definitely cut.

"Takataka is E-rank." "I wouldn't say anything!"

Swing down from the top without any tweaks. Although it was a big blow that could be avoided otherwise, Bochan defends from the front without avoiding it. As a result, he did not fall, but was forced to retreat while losing his balance.

Why couldn't he do it if he could avoid it with his skill? That's because his sober judgment has been lost by my constant 'mouthing'.

"If you want to behave in a well-behaved duel, stay home and suck on your mom's boobs!" "Ko, this!" "I won't accept any objections! It's my turn forever!" "Hey, it's like I'm having no words!"

The world is not so sweet that everything goes awry in psychiatry, but it is undeniable that it occupies a considerable percentage. No matter how superhuman, you can be a fatal weakness if you are mentally inferior.

Abusive language to win is one of my few specialties.

--- Surely a villain skill, but I really like it.

An angry angry boy by my “mouth attack” turns his face red and black with anger.

"Kill! You will chop and kill with this hand!"

The sword fighter who had been fighting with Chloe had no shadow to see, and Bochan wielded his sword.

One of the rules for the inferior to win.

----- Shaking the enemy's spirit and not exerting his full power.

Even where the mental was weak, one of the escorts was defeated with a sneaky hand (not to deny). When I was a different type of opponent than Chloe, my opponent, various factors tended to make him worse.

As Chloe said, Bochan is usually strong. Admit it obediently. If you fight head on, you can win.

But it's easier than an amateur to deal with a monster who has been thoroughly fanned. There is no longer a two-sword uninterrupted cooperation or a solid attack. If the attack is full of chances that let go of the advantage of having both arms in each hand, I can cope with my inferior skill.

Aiming at the right sword, swung by a dark cloud, I repeated a single blow with a forceful ax.

The sword is blown off from the hand of the boy, making a dull noise. Apparently the grip was getting sweeter.

"Gaaaaaaa!"

When she barked in a beast-like voice, she couldn't even emit meaningful words. After a full swing of the ax, he couldn't fight back, but he had enough time to retreat and avoid it.

The other party's profit is one. And he's completely calm. After that, you can crush the entire defense with your brute force.

--- Add a button here!

I'm going to stab you and I'm holding my ax.

At the same time as my movement, Bo-chan also stepped back away and turned his right hand behind his waist, losing his sword. At that point, a pouch-shaped bag was put down for small items, and I put my hand in it. And when my right hand came into my sight again, there was something in my hand that I hadn't anticipated.

The equipment that is too disproportionate in the fantasy world.

--- A handgun.

A boy who directs me with unmistakable murder and anger with a muzzle.

The sight is in line with my eyebrows.

His distance is far from the ax. I can't make it in time now. A bullet fired from his pistol pierces me before it reaches there.

Bochan's expression was a smile that she was confident of winning, despite being in anger. The end of the mouth is distorted enough to distort the well-formed face ugly.

And -----

"Everything is dead!"

--- An ax I threw into the nose of Bo-chan.

As a matter of fact, I had already begun throwing the form by the time the boy put his hand behind his waist. And when the gun is taken out and ready, it is just before the throw. It fired like a javelin.

Perhaps the last time he laughed was that he was in sight but couldn't judge what he was dressed in with his conviction of victory and unthinkable thinking.

I didn't expect the boy to have a gun. It simply tried to stab the squirrel with the ax throwing it normally.

Who said you shouldn't throw an ax?

--- It's time to start thinking that it might be more convenient to practice practicing javelin throwing in the near future.

A boy who has an ax in his face will not die because the tip of the ax that has fallen flashy is not a pointed type but a flat one. I wonder if my nose broke completely. A nosebleed is flowing from the wrecked face with a great deal of momentum, and the consciousness has completely ceased.

The bad premonition was probably the last handgun that Bochan had hidden. It was good to be taken out at the last minute.

"Complete, all, win, profit!"

I decided to pose.

To be honest, I thought it would be a little tricky to bring it up to here, but once you open the lid there are no noticeable difficulties, and it is this pace from the beginning. If we were fighting against the same opponent at the beginning of the duel, it would not be easy until this time. The plan is too addictive and the tension has reached a strange level. However, this mental structure, which has a maximum tension but does not break the battle, is one of my few strengths.

…………………………….

The place is strangely quiet. Chloe must have been fighting violently with Escort B while I was playing with Bochan. This inscrutable exchange is a battle of brilliant and brilliant skills through a line. In the real world, you can get a great box office.

When I worried and turned my eyes to it, Chloe and Escort B were somehow. And maybe the grandmother of the referee and the examiner of the assistant referee. By the way, the female staff also glanced open and looked at my victory pose.

Hmmm, I guess I'm amazed by my victory.

I was thinking about such a thing with the tension that became strange, but of course it is different. My last blow was too much and I lost words.

After that, the remaining escort B declares surrender to the referee in a one-to-two situation. The duel with Bochan has been settled as it is.

After all, the guards didn't talk much.