Life with my Little Sister

"Well, let's do it"

Mr. Dick on the other side of the martial arts stage feels exactly like nature.

Even though the situation is a situation, it doesn't look like I've noticed either.

Outreach, maybe he's a tenacious person.

But if he asks me to do it, referee - I don't know which one it is, Mr. Rossum or Mr. Tordi, but don't you need an ordinance?

When I look at the two of them at the ringside, Mr. Tordi hangs the decree, but Mr. Rossum is pointing to his friends on stage with a bitter laugh.

(Chanting...? No, fast language!?)

He was already ready for sorcery.

I knew it, I did!

Shot out was a ball of mud.

The test says he'll do it with a ball of mud, just like I do with a water bomb.

Sure, I wouldn't get hurt if I hit this, but naturally I can't eat it.

(Do you want to apprentice Mr. Rossum and parry? No, I have a bad feeling about something. Let's keep our distance)

Evasive behavior at the same time as patrolling.

When I saw the mud balls passing in front of me, I knew I was doing the right thing.

(Were you flying another mud ball that was small around after the mud balls)

If I had played it on the spot, I might have gotten a second shot.

Mr. Dick is flattering his shoulders.

"That's... That was easy. Because it's a nipple, it was a take-away surprise...... Maybe you're not the owner of Six Senses, are you?

I don't have that rare skill.

And even while Mr. Dick is talking, the mud balls fly uninterrupted.

In the first high-speed language, it looks like he was already preparing for rapid and continuous firing.

Even if I was responding to the conversation, I still might have eaten it.

(Rather than sagging, you're a crook, this guy...!

If I keep dodging, I'm working out another magic trick in the middle of it in a fast language.

They're going to push it off without giving this one a gap. Smart, but the right tactic.

If...

(Demon Wall...... ugh!

Expand the demon wall of water to the front.

One thing about choosing water is that I'm mistaken for being good at this attribute magic. Then, in some cases, it's for spreading pieces on the ring.

"That's amazing. I don't think I can create a demon wall in an instant... Can we go with this? I hope you can go...... Save it, huh?

That's what I've been firing at is a big ball of mud with about a balance ball. The number is three.

Huge or slow, it doesn't fly very well.

One came straight to the Devil's Wall, but the two that remained flew flat left and right and landed straight on the floor on my side.

(You can't think I took it off... can you? This guy is a crook)

At the same time as the jumbo mud balls are released, this time the chiseled mud balls are fired.

High number and fast due to small size.

As if.

Yeah, it's like, you're holding me back with a trick.

"- Huh!"

Left the Devil's Wall alone, he jumped out of momentum.

There, spear-shaped soil jumped in.

The injection site is on both sides.

It is a material that uses the balance ball released earlier.

If I had focused on defense, I might have eaten what I had.

"That would be... The trump cards you keep are getting picked up easily, right? I knew you'd have a sixth sense, right?

This is avoidance through experience.

My teacher won't tolerate this kind of lapse that eats a small amount of craftsmanship.

Of course, I won't tell you.

"Examiner, you've had a lot of 'keep', haven't you?

"No way. I'll stop now."

Even so, he tries to seal my actions with an uninterrupted attack.

This guy's policy is probably not to let me do anything.

I'm going to fill my hands with defense, and I'm going to kill you with an unintentional attack.

Can we rely more on the big moves?

That's like a big gap you can make.

"Because I'm not a great magician like Maweeful Parhauna. We have to come up with something."

That would certainly be the case.

From this guy, I don't feel pressure like that lazy Putzn woman.

In action - if it was a life-saving, maybe she'd win.

But if this is the game.

There is no need for grand sorcery if you just satisfy the condition that you should hit a blow that is certified as a valid hit. It becomes important how well Ning Ro can stand around.

So if it's a game format, it's possible this guy is more troublesome.

(Totally...... We wanted a decent opponent, but we don't even want to do it with these opponents!

View Chirali and Ringside.

There Mr. Rossum was smiling bitterly.

"Screw it from side to side, so it's natural to be a man of strength"

It's easy for me to say...

To my mind, "those who can continue to win battles on their own" are two things apart.

In other words, "He who is strong in war" and "He who is clever in war".

This guy is totally the latter.

And maybe the latter is the one I can be.

I don't feel that there are many who can be the former by acquired means.

(Like our teacher, some people are 'strong and clever')

For exceptions that never arrive, leave them at this time.

(If only there wasn't a gallery)

Skills you don't want to be seen.

Techniques that should not be known.

I can mobilize what I said.

(I would also like to use rounds that bend, but in this situation, Karakuri would find out. For real life, I want to keep that one)

I've always stood in favor of my opponent by not chanting and tricks.

It looks like they're taking away the stock because it's soggy this time.

Mr. Dick is smiling at me.

"Somehow, but I don't think you should be allowed freedom of movement"

"You have trouble overestimating!

Mud balls keep firing.

Don't do the Devil's Wall or the Paring. Keep moving, because when you stop, you could get something done.

But maybe it's in that guy's hands that he's limiting his means of defense this way too...

(Oh, no. Is that what you mean)

I thought they took the stock, but this is exactly what it would be.

When I realized, the martial arts stage was dirty with mud.

No, should I say it's covered in mud?

Except under my feet.

This is me.

I guess they're giving me back exactly what I've been flooding and overwhelming the ring with.

I'm going to seal my evasion with Operation Dunko, just like I tried to slip my legs in Operation Water Sprinkle.

And if you stop your leg...

"- Kuh!

As I've been waiting for, the mud lance strikes.

The mud that was shot without interruption is precisely to create this environment.

"This is what my uncle keeps. - Ant Hell."

Here we go, and the mud covering the martial arts stage swirls.

Or your attack, really, just keep it.

But if you can actually do it, this is gonna be trouble.

Underfoot is mud quicksand.

And a ball of mud that keeps getting shot out in its current progression.

If you stop, you will be swallowed, and you will not be able to keep moving.

I can't help it.

It's packed.

- If it's normal.

(Strengthen your body, increase your output...... ugh!

Step on the beautiful floor left behind and jump to Mr. Dick.

Keep the Devil's Wall unfolding ahead.

"Oh, my God, is that an assault? Simple but effective. Don't get in trouble to deal with it.... I have no choice. Let's get it out of here."

Not again.

The mud in front of me flourished in an instant, and it became a huge mouth.

I was the bait for jumping into the tiger's mouth myself.

"Yes. That's it. Good luck."

And my mouth was shut.