Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day the Neighborhood Demon Forest

All this time, I just waved my sword. I've been waving my sword because I'm strong there, I'm LV, I didn't intervene with that logic, I just hated demons... you were just scared of demons, I am.

"No, if you're willing to hit it, you're like a brain muscle demon. It's just silliness, and if the fool gets superior and worse to the mocha addition and subtraction of the late cruelty, you can kill it while avoiding it before? Yeah, seriously, it's Moga, right?" "" "If you're going to speak to a habit that doesn't teach you anything busy, at least explain your sword moves over the Mochadness of Kamazaki Kuns!" "" No, you can't tell me this, can you? "" Well, you better understand that you can't, than be freakishly fascinated "

Step out loosely, flutter, and the demon's neck falls to the ground without a shudder. You trick me into avoiding an attack motion that steps in without running away or avoiding, crossing and staggering and rubbing through my body. It's like you're leaning forward on a weapon that's going to hit you, and you're going forward to hit a stick that's going to be swung down - one foot and you're out of range of attack.

"Yeah, the move to get a weapon and the move to slip through is actually the same, the point is just the difference between getting an instant weapon or getting one from a bump, and there's no difference in movement there, and there's no difference in the selling price of the stick?" "" "Explain to him how to attack!" "" Who started teaching you how to drop weapons and pick them up!! "

I was slashing him because I was scared of my samurai, standing up and slashing him all over my strength, stomping him and beating him with all my strength... I was just beating him with all my strength, trying to push him hard, trying to retreat as far as I could, not running away, stepping in and stomping on him. I stood up to my teeth with all my might and believed it was strength... but it was the same thing as running away.

"Yeah, well, if you can get out front, you can get out. I'm going to kick the ground, I'm going to step on it, so I'm going to solidify it, and I'm going to squeeze it in the mood of falling forward with ease, tilt my center of gravity, and if I lose my strength, I'm going forward... you just have to put the blade tip parallel to that direction and stroke it and move on and off, right?" "" "Yeah, can I tell you what a tsukaki is?" "" "It's okay. Because no one's going to imitate me if I find out what it is right now." "" Right!

An arrogant walk that ignores the demons attacking you, walking unsuitable for your opponent.

I don't care if it suits them, so it comes out naturally.

Ningro is stepped in, and due to his inability to match, a giant oak posture is being pushed.

And - the cutting surface to its beauty, where the blade tip strokes as it rubs through, slashes and tears as it progresses... I'm slashing it.

"That's the monster in the brunette kingdom, the move to put his neck down." "Why, I guess it's peaceful to be in such a mess." "Well, it's because you mow your neck down, isn't it?" "" "Is that really peaceful?

I don't step in without force, and I don't slap you in the hands of force. Ease of weakness without the temper of tearing it apart and without the readiness to die. That walks pretentiously, and the red thread leaves a strand of slashed wire as it draws a line as it is lukewarm. That's brutal lightness to call dance, helpless looseness to call it dance.

"Yeah, I bump into you when you're straight... people can't walk straight because of their structure?" "Yeah, why don't you take people's paths first?" "Hey, why is my favorite being crossfire with friendly ease from behind!?"

Death comes whenever the sword falls loose, lukewarmly arcing. He walks without looking or standing, and every time he staggers, a goblin hits him sprinkles blood splashes and turns him into a corpse.

"Why, it looks like the little devil Goblin is coming to get himself slaughtered... even though I know that's not possible." "No, that's slaughtered himself. They're jumping into the blade stream. All that power belongs to Goblin, and disaster can't put any effort into it." "You haven't got the sight engaged at all." "You haven't even fought, killing is"

Lines and lines are likely to intersect, yet arc and stagger without touching each other. Any swordsman puts a positive pair in his mind, but that one doesn't engage at all. So the goblin goes to get slashed by the wrong person and he sees it, but that one is deceiving... he's going to be right, and suddenly he's in front of me and he's disappearing. That's why they're killing me before I realize it.

"I thought Trickster was going to use more skills." "That's more vicious, that's like dealing with running water, there's no way I can chase it, and I can't resist it... I guess if I follow that one, I'll be drowned."

It's like the dance venue Hall. Step out gently and gracefully to lean against the demon Partner, step as you dance, and when you leave, only the rain of blood will remain. Roundabout "Waltz," where he kills beautifully as soft and flowing without temper, temper or strength. Dance and dance in the blood splash leaving only a loose flutter and slashing line so that the demon forest is dyed all over the color of blood.

"Normally, when you get stronger, you get bigger. That strong gesture, momentum, destructiveness, weight, tread, temper." "Yes." "And that one's getting smaller... making it easier and easier to minimize it." "Oh, you can do that!?"

I guess not, that one.

"It will be right in front of you... the answer to that."

I guess I'm not willing to run, I'm not willing to fight, I'm not square or one-on-one, I'm just the destination of the most sophisticated movements that kill infinite demons. Just be quick and easy... that's right, I'm just going to the bottom of the labyrinth by myself. We ate our trembling teeth and went a lot deeper than we were trembling on our knees, alone.

"Yeah, well, if you don't kill me crispy, I'm gonna be there, so the easiest part feels faster and better, right? Yeah, it's easy to collect demon stones, too, huh?" "" "Yeah, just a little bit, understand what I'm saying about fighting!

The death place of the difference between death and one blade, that seems to be the easiest and fastest. He slashes around the swarms of demons and gathers demonic stones easily because they are gathered in one place.

Yeah, it's easier after we trembled and stepped in frightened.

"No, if I get conscious about avoiding it or trying to avoid it, I'm gonna hit you because I'm gonna have legs, okay? Yeah, if you want to go to every center of gravity, you just have to pull it out."

From the waist to the front so that it falls - if you're equipped now, Goblin beat you to death. Hey, so even if you're surprised, everyone can imitate you.

It falls out - and even imitation gradually sophisticates the movement, turning it into a flowing speed. I cheer with amazement at that, it's amazing to have to figure out what that means.

But Uncle Borderline (Admiral) looked at the sight sadly, and Master Murimur looked like he was about to cry. Naturally, we can only imitate it because we won't die if we hit it... but if we can be plundered, there are weaker children ahead of us who will die.

It's more remorse and pity like crying than the joy of becoming stronger.

Strong or LV, such logic did not intervene, just that I should have just waved my sword when demons hated the dark clouds...... at some point I was proud to be protected by strong gear and LV.

I let a child weaker than myself go to the dead, and we were scared, terrified, waving a sword frightened by force. I was trying to get away, scared, to run away.

Right...... pull out your whole body and step in loosely and get your feet out to those who seem easier. I haven't even been able to imitate it yet, and I'm terrified. A demon who exposes himself to utter defenselessness, ahead of the fear that his weapon passes like a stroke on his body... so he could kill him even if he was weak, because this is how he was closest to death, so he was stepping in and pushing through to the end.

A passing stick plunders my hair and feels wind pressure on my cheeks. A laugh drawn to that fear leaks... but we don't die, we don't die to this extent. That's why it's so easy.

Will I die fighting so that I can imitate this with laughter?

Can I say with ease and flatness that the closest place to death is easier and better?

We will one day... be surrounded by countless demons, and tired of falling into the ground with every demon?

Well, that's good.

If we don't make it out of here, we can bury it! 'Cause from the top, "Anyway, I'm an old man, okay?" or something!?

"" "Shit... I'm tired of this already!?" "" "Soldier, run. Yee-hah!!" "Hi-ha-hah! Yeah, which distinguishes an old man from a demon is discrimination, and I'm sure they're both pollutants of naturalist origin, so it's disinfecting?

But Uncle Borderline (Admiral) looked at the sight sadly, and Master Murimur had a jealous face. Well... you were away knowing this was going to happen!