Makai Hongi

I'm dreaming. Yes, this is a dream.

Anyway, I'm human now.

A dream when I was raised by a relentless mother and a dojo owner who might not be good at it.

I was always kept in a neighborhood dojo while my mother went to work.

That was very unusual, and people who wondered where they knew each other came to the dojo.

If a mercenary crossing the battlefield, not knowing he is fighting in an underground martial arts field, guarding a royal family in a foreign country, or in turn assassinating a dignitary, comes, he tells me one end of that life and teaches me his original moves when he feels like it.

There were also moves to acquire a neck, popular during the warring States, rather than modern and sported martial arts and the like.

Army martial arts, ancient martial arts… and Qigong, among other things, were included in it.

I absorbed all the moves that taught me they would be useful in the future while swallowing the phrase, "You'll never get a chance to use it."

I don't have a father.

I haven't been there since I got my mind on it.

When asked by his mother, he was deluded by a lie as if he remembered then.

"You've become a star."

"I just met him on the edge."

"I fell in love at first sight on the battlefield"

At the end of the day, I was just like, "You're not going!," he penetrated.

After all, he didn't tell me who his father was.

The dojo owner knew the wind, but he never told me.

From the atmosphere, I could only peek that my father was not in Japan.

Maybe he's really wandering around the battlefield.

I've always been kept in the dojo, so I started living there naturally.

From the teaching side to the teaching side, the dojo owner who saw it made me a servant in the name of the master.

"What? Did you open a new course?

New object lovers' dojo owners are immediately impressed when they are featured on TV.

"Why am I teaching you so much!

When I showed my face to the dojo in the morning, I was told to take charge because I had opened a diet karate course for women.

Before that, it was diet boxing.

I think the dojo owner was mistaken for me as if I were a multi doll.

After all the different courses, I started to take care of it.

He brought a short desk into the dojo and even opened the knitting and computer classes.

I fought as hard as I could, but I had no choice but to lecture because the students were already here and sitting down.

And that day of fate.

As usual, I'm on my way to the dojo...

"Ha. It's a dream... no, it's not a dream. That was before me."

That's when I noticed the discomfort.

"My body... is healing?

I was in a vessel called Anthropomorphism, and all over my body I lost my temper with the rebels.

At that time, as I was kicking the miscellaneous fish, the enemy leader appeared.

But Vagan and Noche.

It was a slide dragon and a tooth-crushing dragon. I fought that one.

Even though there was something I had within, it was something I was impotent about.

I'm dying because of it.

My body was damaged enough not to be used anymore.

But it's healing.

I don't see all those wounds. And naked.

"What do you mean?

Since coming to the other world, the bare rate is high.

And here.

I was in a room with luxurious decorations.

I don't recognize you in this room.

"Where? Here."

"Ah, Master Goran. You noticed."

Juga peered into his face from the entrance to the room.

"Juga. You, why are you here... where are we?

"This is an everlasting field, Master Goran. What a crystal palace."

"Heh..."

With Doyuko?

The place I fought was the coast of all summer.

It should take more than twenty days on foot to reach Crystal Palace.

No, I'm not.

Yamato! After the fight, I met Yamato... I bet.

"Master Goran is now in a new anthropomorphic vessel. Yes, I was told to let you know when I woke up."

Juga has left somewhere as it is.

The one in a hurry, but thanks.

It was a short conversation, but I've got a lot of information.

Looks like this is a crystal palace in the everlasting field.

It's where Yamato lives.

And here, an unused anthropomorphic body rests.

Looks like I switched vessels.

"Is that why you're naked..."

I get that, but I have no idea what else.

"When this happens, don't just stand still"

I decide to wait in my room as it is.

In the meantime, I thought about it.

(Maybe Yamato brought me in?

If that's the last sight I saw, that's all I got.

Juga's directions were a promise to the coast all summer.

It was surprising that we had come this far, but they must have brought us together.

Anyway, it helps to have someone who knows.

Looking at the conditioning in the room for a while, a strange race of women came.

He is wearing a kimono in white. Looks like a snowwoman, but grows a green tuna.

Even so, there is no such race in ghost species.

"The original ancestors are going to see you. Come here."

"Oh, oh..."

Initial ancestor? I thought, but I remember Bojn saying "Initial ancestor Yamato" before.

I guess it was Yamato who brought me here.

I followed a woman.

Well, I don't know what happens.