Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 38 Morning Adventurer Alliance Training Ground

Shit! Too hard. Yo, "metastasis"!?

The body moves instantaneously when used with the same feeling of "moving"? There's no time like sending a comma.

It moves faster and is difficult to gather into moves due to its crisp motion.

The speed is rising. It's as fast as a comma feed.

That's the arm, the leg, the hips, the back, the shoulders, everything. When it moves, it's seen as movement, and it metastasizes, or instantaneously moves. This is no longer a tear away, with "Moment LV8" hanging the correction on it.

Besides, "walking" is also going up to "walking" and spinning up. This is all I need anymore. Close to shrinkage and instant walking.

It's too different. It's not human movement, is it? This is it? It's all working, it seems to combine a sudden launch with a sudden stop. It's Gudagda.

The chairman of the armored committee helped me with the audition, but it's bumpy.

I'm starting to be able to counteract it with speed, but on the contrary, it moves poorly and creates gaps in motion.

If you show someone who gets bumpy even if they don't have a gap, it's bumpy!? That was a bummer!?

"Devil's Taunt" is also troublesome, a ranked ability. Perhaps my body, my gear, my magic, everything will be gathered and strengthened. It's dramatic.

My body screams at movements beyond my status. It's rattling. It's forced to strengthen and it's forced to move.

Get used to it, rub it together, connect it together, combine it. But I'm rattled in Gdagda. That makes me bumpy.

Your body can't move with speed, your body gets bumpy with your movements, it would be time to wear out.

Let's take a break. With self-destruct damage, you still have two digits of HP left.

I'm the only one in Gudagda who gets bummed out with rattles, and I regret being bummed out with rattles, so I sweetly suggest the chairmen of the committee I was visiting, bummed out, but good.

I can't overwhelm you with more than five times the difference in level and status, if I can't overwhelm you, I get returned with moves, which means I get bumped. It's bumpy.

You can't control a saturated attack with a quantity of 25 people, if you can't control it, it will be overshadowed with moves, which means you'll get bumped. It's a bummer.

You can't break through a corrugated attack with the tactics of mass warfare, if you can't break through, you'll collapse with moves, which means you'll get bumped. It's a boggle.

Neither the chairmen of the committee learned during the simulated battle, shredding waste, scrutinizing movements, wrapping up motions, and polishing sword moves, but did not arrive. It is not as high as it arrives. Blah, blah, blah. It's over the stratosphere, that one.

The moves are far away, but the depth of skill is different, there are multiple meanings in one hand that can be fitted without reading through, and even the tactics can be cut off with a sword trident.

Know how hard it is for me. Those are threats that can't even be outdone. It's a suicide act in the name of archery.

I can bump it but it's good.

And

"Mostly I'm always the only one who can get bummed out, or am I pathetic? I'm discriminating! I'm abusive! Yes, we should all be bummed out. Humans are equal, aren't they? Boggy?"

I guess there's a pile of people who get bummed and don't move, they don't even reply when they speak up and they're dead. Everybody's got a baton in their eyes, right?

We still have time until lunch, and the chairman of the armoured committee is inviting us. Let's get bummed.

I've had enough stress. It's going to accumulate right now.................................................

It's just that I couldn't burn their heads out of time. They gathered boundaries only on their heads along the way, and they didn't even burn them for the finished Inferno Head Grill. Yeah, let's bake tomorrow, at Meteo.

And training begins in the name of abuse. He also has the nickname "Harsh."

Slash away, just fast, scrape waste, slash in the fastest, shortest, cut, and spread the sword trident that fills an unforgivable moment.

One movement at a time, the movement of the body, the excursion of the center of gravity, together with the movement in one with the sensation, refined and rubbed together.

Back and forth, up and down, left and right, one at a time.

Make them remember, as one move, as one move, as one move, while checking one by one.

One motion, one step, one breath, one at a time.

It has not yet become a lie. I'm not wrapped up in one, it's fast, but that's all. It's not a move.

Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go. It's an audition, an audition that eventually gets bogged down. It's an audition that has gone too close to being demanding and beyond demanding.

You mean, Mr. Chairman of the Armor Committee? Isn't it just a little too serious when it's me? There's not enough forgiveness. Is there nothing wrong? We all had kinder, didn't we? And it sounds like something fun?...... Bogged, become.

But it sucks if you can't just use demonic entanglement and truth. These two things seriously suck when they fail, and die when they don't develop. I'm awkward if I don't just grab the shape? If you don't forgive me a little more, I'll destroy myself before I grab the shape, okay? I'm losing my HP every time I move my body, too much over the limit? You're dying of archaeology, aren't you? Seriously.

Even if you manage to cut it, there's more self-destruct damage, it's suicide bombing. HP was a single digit before lunch, seriously, you're gonna die, right? Normal? I mean, I'm a messenger. What's a messenger?