Manowa

"You're a rare dragon knight for a woman. I thought the red Navel Sheen was the only one on active duty with strength."

That's what Ijika said as she shook and dropped the blood on her sword.

Seeing the figs in the surrounding outerwear with an alternating face free of fear and anger. And one of them raised his voice to the fig.

"Doctor, what are you doing to your people!?

To the man approaching from behind it, Ijika said "stop" without even turning around. The man understands that the voice was murderous and stays on the spot.

"If you want to get in my way, I'd like to kill you. Apparently not very sweet lady."

Ijika keeps her eyes open from bowflowers.

"As soon as I slaughter you, my lady will come and kill me. Neither of them will taste good, will they?

"I will not kill you."

The bow and flower say so. I'm not going to kill anyone. Ijika chuckled at the words of the bowflower.

"Is it more of an extra kind than sweetness? It stinks. How many demons have you poked and killed that spear?

Not responding to that word, the bowflower sets up a spear, zillified and half-step.

"You're killing demons all over the place, and worm spit runs like a temee who talks like only humans are separate frames, my lady!

But I don't ride provocation. Bowflowers don't even listen to figs, they just concentrate on defeating figs.

(Hmm, no riding at all. The will is strong enough for a peaceful twat. How blessed are you, Master?

Ijika stops the words. It's just a provocation. It doesn't make sense if the other person doesn't.

"Well, fine. If you can enjoy it."

And the first thing that popped up was a fig.

"Ulaaaa!"

Step in all at once, through the spear intervals, and see the penetration. However, the bow flower slightly overlaps the tip of the sword with the tip of the spear, while avoiding it. As usual, you can't go to "Willow", which uses the unique center of gravity of the spear to avoid it, or "Rotate", which derives from it to roll the opponent. I can't read the tempo of the other person and can't read and match the actions of the fig.

"Ha, ha, ha"

Ijika laughs happily. Slash him with a twist on the side, but now the bowflower steps out and takes the sword in a spear pattern.

"Colour!?

The fig I noticed at the point of contact would be a boulder. Minds condensed around the point of contact between the bumped sword and the spear,

"Haaaa!"

And it exploded. The surrounding outerwear saw the figs blow away like pawns from the spot.

"Ugh."

That's what the blown fig said, and after about two spins, landed beautifully on the luggage rack.

"Is that like the 'mirror' of Barnes' moves? I've never seen an actual move before."

Bowflowers do not answer that.

"Then you're Yumika. One of a bunch of whites. Fang Spear Soldier Woman!

"I'm not a woman. I'm a disciple! Disciple!!

The bowflower reacted. He is immature.

"You think you're getting morning, day and night auditions"

"I didn't do the night!!

Ignore the scratch on that bow flower and a fig observes the bow flower.

(I see. Should I have been the first to notice in that white cloak)

The image of a dragon knight emerged strongly from the dragonization and was not linked when the identity of the girl in front of her was a bowflower. But certainly, given the age from appearance, it's unnatural to be a dragon knight and not well-known. No, it's not natural to be that strong at that age in the first place.

(But I heard it would change, but is it dragoneering? I heard you'd have silver hair, but what's going on?

It doesn't match the characteristics I was purchasing from an informer. And there are still signs of dragons up there, but they don't look connected to the girl in front of them. I don't know where they're getting the dragon air supply from.

(Well, I don't hear about them using dragons, so use some other means to replenish them)

and interrupt my thoughts from thinking that far.

"Thunder god gun!!

When did you get it out, the bowflower throws a thunderbolt at the spear for throwing that you took out of the item box.

"Chi."

Avoid that as the figs instantly pop out to the side. Aren't you going to kill me?) I thought it was an act of exposing my sweetness to my mouth. Obviously of the power of the special, it went through the place where the figs were, penetrating the warehouse's luggage, through the wall behind it, possibly to the next building.

The outerwear that watched it freaked me out. Thunder spears have long been widespread in Hyvern as anti-dragon attacks, but only a limited number of humans can handle them. If you're an adventurer, it would be as difficult as an adventurer above Rank B.

Some of us here have a Rank B class, but we can't move. I can see the strength of it, but the surrounding outerwear thought that being dragonized would be beyond the reach of anything but a fig. This was also the result of the effect of Dragon Personification's skill, Dragon Intimidation.

Both bowflowers and figs thought it would be gratifying not to be disturbed anyway.

"Damn, don't do it so hard, Yumika."

"Uri ah!

A fig who laughs and speaks and specializes in bowflowers and waves his sword, and a bowflower who recieves them and attacks them if there is a gap. The surrounding air shook whenever the flashy red chi wrapped spear moves of bowflowers rolled out along the way and the sword moves wrapped the purple chi of a fig clashed.

The surrounding outerwear watching it watched the struggle without a single movement. I was afraid that the dimensions were different.

(But strong. If I hadn't dragonized, I'd have been pushed off)

With that in mind, the body is launching its next attack. Second, the target's attack stopped and I saw it.

(... are you here?)

I thought so slightly, but I can quickly pull in wasted thoughts. A world where concentration is sharpened and sound and color disappear. That's the feeling that leads to the 'zone'.

But the move is a double-edged sword. In the opponent, the holders of mutually incisive abilities also raise the opponent to the realm of the zone. And in conjunction with the geared up Yumika, Ijika also enters the 'zone'. That stains the face of a fig with joy.

(Long time feeling. This guy's not gonna make it.)

Eyes stained with the pure killing intent of a fig pierce the bowflower. But the golden eyes of a bow and flower do not take it for a thing.

The speed of the sword increased. But more than that, there was no clearance in each other's slaughter. In a space where the strained air seemed to be tens of times more concentrated, several outerwear threw up intolerably to the air and some fell over breathing.

And gradually it becomes more intense. From here on out is the battle of pure sword moves, spear moves. There is no longer a gap in giving out flashy grand moves, etc. Occasionally the red and purple magic light splashes, the stepped floor cracks and splashes fragments.

But the battle that kept that equilibrium collapsed once and for all by one change.

(... dragon chill)

Haz hasn't changed for ten minutes yet, but the enemy in front of him was too strong. Gradually, he gave the output, and Bowflower was giving it his full strength if he noticed. Then dragon qi is inevitable. And you'll realize that as a matter of course if it's a relative fig.

So that's the share of victory.

Shortly after stepping in, the dragon's temper expired, and the bow flower lacked momentum;

a fig that sees it as a winning opportunity and cuts off;

A bow flower that steps further in with the aerial bounce of a silfin boot against a 'I got on' fig to that invitation.

And the result was obvious to anyone who was on the spot.

The man who found the winning eye and jumped out slapped his whole body on the floor and crawled, and there was the simple result that the girl who had read the situation so far stood alone.