Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

I felt my body getting bigger and bigger and bigger. It is not an illusion of an eye, but rather an opening up of a swordsmanship (job).

And there are men surrounding me. As a weak woman, I'd like to crawl on all fours of blood right now, but unfortunately, it's not that simple.

Negotiations with mysterious groups will soon break apart... so I didn't negotiate properly in the first place.

The muscle bastard who's twisting his arm right now is one of a group of talented people, and even if he's an idiot and stupid, I don't know what happens if he gets hurt like this. In the sense of retaliation.

But I also think that it seems a little fun. I mean, the gentleman in front of me is "I don't have the courage for you" and I can't afford to face it, so I want to surprise you a little bit.

Japan is terribly peaceful, so sometimes such a surprise would be good. So when you twist it up tightly, the protein bastard cries like a pig and a bird. No matter what the rule is, my lips will melt to that position with a good posture. Oh, that's funny, this Yamazaki guy.

"Ugh, uhhh! Stop it!"

"I don't know, cum cum. Do you drink protein every morning?

I thought I laughed softly, but maybe I was scared. With his eyes open, Yamazaki and I looked as if we had seen a monster up close.

Chicken and a rainbow peeking at the sword from the sheath also seem to want to try the power they've just acquired. She breathes as if it were a breath blow (brace) just acquired. Feeling that cold fighting spirit, the elegant man starts to lose his sight.

"Goto-san, anyone with that sword should stop. You still don't know our power."

You're not a big group like this, are you? It's just begun, and there's still something to do. I mean, now is the time to crush it. "

He was a gentleman trying to calm down, but this one is already on fire. And these are firewood. If you don't leave voluntarily, you'll never stop.

The flames spread like licking firewood, and everyone here felt the flashes and flames begin to dance.

Hey, this tingling air. I can't stand it.

"... in exchange. If you leave Yamazaki-san alone, I can tell you why I know Goto's whereabouts and name."

"Yeah, of course I'll hear that later. After I let you guys go to the convenience store to buy some writing equipment, it got worse!

At the end of the sentence, the muscular bastard's abdomen penetrates with his knees. An asshole with an unblockable posture moans with a "ku" in his body. Seeing scattered saliva and regurgitated gastric fluid, the edge of the youth's mouth was pulled.

I don't know who the villain is anymore. However, each negotiation of this hand is troublesome, and if you swallow the request from the other party, it becomes a power relationship. So the key is not to drink his suggestion.

I think that's the best way to deal with people like negotiators. I'm not a righteous ally or a lady, and good manners don't help shit.

"That's why a woman who can't learn... can't help it. Let's do it, Mazara."

Ah.

Apparently, he didn't really want to be rough, and the elegant man and the black-haired man behind me started moving.

The aim was largely as expected, and the elegant man approached us, and then the black hair approached the rain dragon. Let's let the muscle bastard go and take the rain dragon hostage first. I'm sure that's all I have. I'll do the same.

But when I saw what appeared in their hands, I narrowed my eyes. The silver sword looks like a magic trick, even though it was handy just now. When I slightly turned my gaze back, there was something like a dagger on my dark-haired hand.

It is as if it were a standby. The sword tip drifts from bottom to top with no futility, much higher than those who go to their dojo. Of course, my head was shifted sideways along the way.

Hmm, they put out a weapon somewhere.

At the same time as it bothers you, there is movement behind you. Black hair approached the killer without making any footsteps, and the rain dragon turned to the side. The man opened his eyes to the speed beyond his sight.

This is probably a wind (twist) skill. Unlike my handsome feet (haystacks), they move around like arcs.

Yay!

And as if to show off the fitting, the rain dragon releases a strange temper from the girls. The knife, which doesn't care to hurt, gets a dagger at once and glides with sparks.

It reflected the changed face of the man, and he instantly judged black hair to be imperceptible. When I was forced to shift the trajectory upwards with a dagger's belly, the sound of the dagger and the razor echoed in the park.

"... this guy is sick!

That's how a man leaks when he steps on a stick. The momentum of the rush was completely dissipated and it seemed to give up taking hostages sooner.

I'll do it, Rainbow. I liked the sword and I wonder if it was used in Kendo from the beginning. But what I'm a little scared about is that I'm not lost at all. That was a normal killing technique, and on the contrary, I'm clapping my tongue. Where is such an OL?

In fact, the rain dragon loses a little to level 7 and the black hair loses a little to level 9.

However, in the attack, the opponent felt more power than the level. There must be a secret in the breath (brace) you just exercised. This is my guess, but it's a temporary improvement.

…………

But when it comes to the rain dragon, it moves its cold eyes to hand. Should I say that the subject of interest has changed, I was staring at the shivering sword.

I think the pattern of Karakusa is close to the one engraved on the sword. The pattern reminiscent of Eggia's tentacles moves slowly because of her mind. And the rain dragon was satisfied with the soft, plump lips.

"A letter of darkness."

The dragon must have caught something. The repositioned sword definitely changed shape from earlier. For example, it's a black shadow that moves around. Like a depressed snake, it moves along the back of its sword and starts wandering and stupid.

Unbearable is a black-haired man who is about to be trimmed. Even though he was a man with a poor expression, he sweats cold and retreats just one step from a suspicious woman.

Looking at it, the rainbow pointing at the tip fills the distance.

A man driven by an incompetent weapon. And in the world of OL, a woman is suspicious. Just a few seconds later, they made a rough metal sound in the lonely park.

Of course, I'm not bluffing either. I always adjust the sword trajectory so that the muscle bastard gets in, and I kick the tough bastard.

But it didn't hit me like this, and my arm bones rang, and the muscle bastard just shouted like a woman.

"Hmm, I can't hit you with this attitude. What do you think, Yamazaki?

"Come on...! Fuck you, remember that! The Mazarian over there is a chaser. * Giggle *, wherever you hide, make sure you find out where you are... gah!

"Oops, say it. What did I say? What the hell are you doing? What kind of fun happiness are you going to have?

"~ ~......!"

As you hit him in the face without hesitation, his face is dyed with a faint nosebleed. This muscular bastard has been and will continue to be a victim of violence, perhaps. That's why I don't want to do it for the world, but I have to do it for you, with violence.

But the Chaser's abilities and why he followed us to the Families? Then they'll even know my bed, right? That would break my name. I mean, the plaque says Goto big.

I want to spend the rest of my life at ease, and I think I'll get rid of it.

I felt the wind on my cheeks and leaned over, and the tip of my sword passed right through me. This gentleman is willing to hurt his face. Don't you have any weird hobbies?

After all, if you kick without seeing it, it's time to take care of you--your feet? Well, Yuo holds down his flank and takes a few steps back.

"Did I hit you? Sorry, did it hurt? Yamazaki-kun's arms aren't bent yet?

"Fu, hehe, you're licking me... Armory (storage)!

So the muscular bastard laughed invincibly and exercised his skills in the dark park.

Then a strange sight spreads around. I wonder if it looks like CG. A pale and shiny shelf was born in a circle, but it's kind of a fantastic view, and it's just a little exciting.

Reach out to the equipment to try it out, and the particles dance as if the polygon was chipped.

Hmm, what's going on here? It's just so strange. Wow, don't you touch anything but the owner?

"Yamazaki-san, I'm here to help you..."

"Ugh, it's all my fault! I should've hurt you from the beginning! I don't know about orders anymore. Kill him half now and let him have plenty of fun until morning!

Listen, when I was looking at this skill, Yuo and Yamazaki started quarrelling.

But not really, this guy. After all, I can't use a muscle fool. It leaks information in vain. That's why women like me take advantage of their weaknesses.

"Hmm, that's an order. I guess that's why I wanted peace. Now, why doesn't the man who gave the order move? Hey, hey, why? Maybe a full-body eyeball can't move even if he wants to?

…………

I smiled at the sight of a really annoying woman. The weakness must be firmly grasped and then squeezed until the other person cries.

At this moment, our positions were in line. Of course, I don't know why the eyeballs can't move, but once I know that, it's time to change positions.

Thinking so, a different change occurred again. When the feeling that he was holding turned into a hard one, and he looked suspiciously, the big man was wearing hard armor.

The pale, translucent lines cover the body and gradually embody it is still close to CG. Because I see it directly with my eyes, it feels like a great deal. I think I'll definitely remember this skill.

At the same time, he muttered, "I see."

The finally freed one crawls on all fours and says, You're spitting out bloody spit, but you did. This is a children's playground.

The white smoke coming out of the threaded arm is probably in a hurry to repair the wound. It's just a little shameful to fight now.

Now, the few remaining questions have been resolved.

The skill of this Armory (Storage) would have benefited the college students who gathered and acquired the weapon earlier. I didn't spread it grandiosely like this idiot, but with minimal movement to avoid being distracted.

And the new question that arose was, what are you doing with this weapon and armor? I have a monopoly on the monsters that are the ingredients, so let's produce them like me.

"Hey, where do you get this equipment? Are you selling online?

"Goto-san, production is a substitute of the previous era. I have too many habits to use satisfactorily. But what we can do is focus on improving our abilities. That's why you shouldn't lick Yamazaki too much."

The sudden rapper might have wanted to concentrate on me. Laughing at the enemy might have convinced him of victory.

But when I smiled back, I stuck my knee in the face of a muscular bastard who was rushing like a beast.