Kuishinbo Elf

◆ ◆ ◆ Ertina ◆ ◆ ◆

Having finished my role as Virgin of Militanas for just half a day, I was either tired or overnight at Philimisia Castle without being able to return to my home. Of course, sleeping with you is like a millennia.

My Virgin activity was only a short time away. But there was a great harvest there.

Virgin Zeana, Deputy Priest of Marzal. It's big enough to get a glimpse of what these two really are.

Zeana's figure of Deputy Priest Marzal was a constant surprise and apology, even though she had Mr. Thrust's planting.

I understand him, who kept killing himself for a great purpose, and I want to slap myself with a pessimistic contempt.

Oh... let it go. Forgive me, Pleas.

"Sayuki."

"Yeah, thanks. What the fuck. Dear Millennia,"

The golem guild is where she sends me when I do it and when my skin is getting rough.

There, GD and combat golems were now being manufactured on a steep pitch. Even the timing of the conversation is a difficult level.

Although it is a factory where the usual and prestigious hanging voices and anger flies, today it is filled with an even more impatient atmosphere.

As well as the work staff, even the receptionist wore work clothes, applied them to mechanical oil and engaged in the work with all his heart.

This is exactly the battlefield, and equally they are warriors.

"Hey, eater. You look better."

"Each other."

Dressed in work clothes, it's Pruhl who's been talking to me. Behind it is the figure of Kenrok holding a lot of tools and parts. Further behind, there was a single number Fastos sleeping unmotivated.

The other single numbers are working, right? Be more motivated.

"It's time for a showdown."

"Oh, you'll never lose"

Scratchy GD X. Revenger and GD Duranda sleeping in the hanger. Think about it, I've made these guys pretty unscrupulous. Within a hundred strikes, it would have been possible to deploy in a decent state about once or twice.

Excuse me, but just hang out with me a little longer. X. Revenger.

No matter, no reply. X. Revenger is quiet, only there.

"Oh, you're here."

"Mr. Dukan, Doctor Momo"

One of us, Grandpa Mads, welcomes me. Beneath his eyes was a large neighborhood. It is evidence that we are quite unscrupulous.

"Heh heh heh, cry or laugh. It's a showdown. You're ready, aren't you?

"It's our Ron."

Reconnaissance information found that Alan's moving fortress was due to arrive in Philimisia in three days. By then, let's do it without leaving any preparations that can be made.

"Well, that's fine. The question is if we can make it."

Leaving that to say, Mr. Dukan and Doctor Momo went back to work with a slap on their hips.

According to the story, they have X. Revenger and Duranda's extra parts, but it will take about four days to complete.

He wants to make it by the showdown, but he probably won't make it. Both Mr. Dukan and Dr. Momo work mostly insomniacally. It's no surprise we're already at our limit.

All we can do is reward them for what they did.

"Yeah...... right, eater"

Me and Pruhl renewed our resolve and stared at our partners anchored in hangers.

◆ ◆ ◆ Liot ◆ ◆ ◆

"Ugh!?"

Impact on right cheek. He was hooked without stomping and slapped on the floor of his home dojo. Three years ago my father drilled a big hole in the ceiling that my mother scolded me so perfectly. I can see where I fixed it.

"Stand up, Liot"

That's what the man who busted me with ease told me.

"Or did you snap it already?

"You're kidding... Dad"

I stood up when I was forced to say my trembling feet. You've got to be kidding me, but the man in front of you is really the kind of person that the joke embodies.

Herculy Dale, dubbed the world's most powerful fighter. Really horrible while my father.

"Lai Lai"

I'm going to have a lot of training, too. Still desperate to have no hands or feet. I've experienced despair so many times before.

I was getting used to it, and I was reopening it. It was my father's fist that brought it back to me in one blow.

"Stand up, don't distract yourself for a second."

"Huh!"

I set it up, there must have been no dust alarm. But I was in the universe. It was after I was beaten that I realized that. My consciousness is drawn back by being slapped on the floor.

The fact that you didn't see your fist is more damaging than the damage you were hit with.

"Ha!

"Stand up"

I rise again. How many times have you repeated this already?

"Why not... not yet!

Honestly, I've never been auditioned by my father before.

All my martial arts were learned by imitating my father's archaic appearance. It is therefore undeniable that it was immature and incomplete. Still, I've been desperately working out and pulling out a lot of mighty enemies. I have engraved the memory of many warriors in my fists.

"Damn!?"

"Stand up, Liot"

I don't know how many times. Clash with the floor.

I don't know when my father busted me. Forced to pull back the hazy consciousness, I stand up.

And... Also, I got busted and rolled on the floor.

"Hey, why can't you see my father's fist?"

The beginning of this depends on my shame and begging my father to teach me. By this time, my father and I already had different types of martial arts to go on.

My father was [Gang], and I was [Soft]. No, it's far from soft now, but I repeatedly tried and made mistakes so that I could do so and acquire the technology. With the exemplary presence of Master Peach, I think my skills have continued to improve.

But... still, I felt somewhere that I was lacking... no, there was a lack of deadly [something]. I don't know what that is, I'm sad, I keep rolling my fists out heartless.

Mr. Thrust once said, 'Fists don't spit lies', believe it, believe it, and still keep screaming and running where no one else is, realizing that you have a self that makes you unbelievable. I repeated that over and over again.

"hey... hey..."

How cheap my readiness is, how light my vows are.

My readiness is easily broken whenever a strong enemy appears, and my vows are broken without protection.

Everything's because I'm weak, everything's because I can't believe my fist.

"Stand up"

……

I didn't have the strength to reply anymore. Distant consciousness, forget it, and yourself to compromise.

To my father, the strongest fighter, I've eaten up so much, I can't believe anyone says anything bad about me...

"... it's not over yet..."

I was there, I was like no other. When you're done here, you tell Ertina what you're gonna look like to your people. If you're a loser, you want me to show you the face of the [loser cat]? Don't be ridiculous.

And he gets busted again. I couldn't help but see through my father's fist.

"Stand up"

I knew it. I'm not strong enough, there's finally people in my class that far outnumber me. My strength in the class is exquisite, and I lose to the top guys without a hand or a leg.

For me to be on par with them like that, I need more than twice as much training as they do. Still, the difference in strength between me and them was opening.

What the hell is this difference, man? Somebody... Somebody tell me.

"... Ha, ha"

I can't see, nothing, I can't see.

Father's fist, too, could be where he's headed.

Why did I want to fight? Why am I hanging in there?

"Nyah! Nah!

I hear the sad chirping of Siciou. That's my sweet son's voice. I'm sorry, you look pathetic.

"Stand up"

I don't listen to my body anymore, even as I respond to my father's call. I can't help moving one finger.

"Stand up"

Keep it up, it's over. An audition with my first and last father.

……

My father refused to audition with me. That was the first time I came to the archery with my father and understood. My father's fist is [invisible].

This is a testament that you don't even deserve to arch with your father. I'm not hated, I didn't deserve to be auditioned. That's why my father, who guided me, kept saying no.

"Liot...... you are still too kind"

The kind of father voice you hear from somewhere far away. It's like my consciousness is already going far.

"I unconsciously fear hurting someone, but a stray is created for it. It clouds your eyes and mind."

Kindness clouds your eyes? Kindness clouds your mind? That's... no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"... no, I can't believe that... no!

Strength gushed up from the bottom of my belly as to where it came from. Strength increases in the fist.

And by the time I realized it, I was already standing up and taking care of myself.

"Then let me prove it. This is the last time."

My father set it up for the first time. Like I said at the end, I guess you're going to prune my consciousness with one blow. There's no more later. It will be a genuine, final audition.

I've lost all my strength, and I'm not going in, but I'm right. How dare you, well, I want to praise you for standing up in this state.

Still, my consciousness was clear. Ning Luo was fine. He is clearer and sharper than he was earlier.

Only a temporary silence, the sound of the wind and the sounds of the birds echo in the dojo. And then I visited.

"... the wind?

The last fist my father would release. And his fist, which he had never seen before, seemed clear.

"The audition is over."

That's what my dad says. He leaves the dojo behind. Of course, I don't see one disturbed breath.

"Thank you, Patron Shinobu"

I was rolling in big letters on the floor at the dojo. I no longer have the strength to stand up. Sissioux is on my belly like that, and you think you're worried about me... so go to sleep.

My child will be struck by a flowing motion that has become rounded. But I'm also certain that I think I'll be saved by him like that.

"What did you see?"

On leaving, my father asked me with his back turned. So I answered.

"... wind"

"Well... proceed without hesitation, my son"

"... tolerate."

That's how my father and I closed the curtain on our first and final audition.