Maou no Hajimekata

"Huh!

With the mood of tearing, Naja rushed to Logan in a straight line with her sword in the upper stages.

Logan waves his arm to intercept a rampage of abandonment that he has no idea about defense. Thick arms like Marutai were on the verge of blowing Naja's body, and the sound of a bacilli rang and was bounced against an invisible wall. It's a magic barrier that Charles put up.

Logan opens his body and spitefully scratches Naja's blow, which is shaken down. There, Wikia's unleashed ice bullet loomed. Logan, who broke down after Naja's attack, has no choice but to avoid it.

- If he was human, I'd say so.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"... it's no use falling apart."

Wikia tongued at Logan, who danced through the universe fluttering as he was. It has nothing to do with posture or anything to do with a demon who freely runs through the sky without kicking the floor. But it's a deceitful form of movement that doesn't make you feel it until just a moment ago.

"Wikia, give me the sword!

"Eh!

Naja raises her sword as she packs the time Logan was able to make away. Naja waved the blade intact as the light burst from Wikia's wand tangled in her sword.

"Whoa!

Logan's back, trying to deflect a massive blow, hits something and stops. By the time Charles realized it was a barrier he had strained, Naja's sword was so imminent that there was nothing he could do.

While tongue-in-cheek, Logan stops the sword at the expense of one arm.

"Knock."

The blade, which cleaves from palm to elbow, stops there perfectly and stops freaking out. Naja immediately abandons her sword and tries to distance herself, but it was still a moment late.

"Don't miss it."

Logan's thick arm grabs Naja's head and lifts it gently. At the same time, her whole body was wrapped in bright red flames.

"Naja!"

Wikia screams a wooden spirit.

As she answered that voice, Naja kicked his jaw up thoughtfully as she grabbed Logan's arm with both hands all the way up.

"What!"

Escaping from Logan's hand to the opposite side, he pulls out his sword, and Naja leaps with it up with both hands.

"Wind!

"Give me strength!

Wikia's unleashed wind flies Naja's body high in the sky, and Shall's magic empowers Naja's arms.

"Whoa, whoa!

And under one sword, I flew Logan's neck.

"Did you manage to... win"

Descending to the ground, Naja turns to Logan's neck rolling down the ground as he prepares his rough breath.

"No, no, no, no."

When Logan's body approached his neck, he picked it up and put it over his shoulder.

"I don't care what you think, you're dead at the time you wrap it in flames."

If you wave your arms as you rattle your cockroach and neck, your hand ripped with your sword sticks together perfectly and back to normal.

"To that extent, if Char's defensive witchcraft is used, he can stand it"

"If it's an actual battle, I also hold my breath with fire. It doesn't matter if it's defensive magic."

As Naja and Logan were speaking to each other, the sound of patsy and applause sounded.

"Good day, that was a good fight."

Turning to his voice, Eunice stood at the entrance to the training room at some point.

"Dear Eunice, Did you come home?"

"Yeah, just now. Thought I'd move it a little bit."

It is very rare for Eunice to put a face to this training room.

"But if Naja and the others are using it, I'll see you later."

"No, please wait"

Naja stopped when she missed the opportunity.

"Would you care to join us?

"Er... yeah, fine"

Eunice snorts after a moment of distress.

"Thank you. Wikia, Charles, do you mind?

"Yeah, there's no such thing as a chance to fight a hero."

"Of course, I don't mind!

Ask the two of them left and right, and the pleasure came back, naturally.

"Okay, please"

"Uh..."

Let the sword stand in the center of the room and Eunice cheeks a little confused.

"The three of us?

"Should I be alone?

"No, you know,"

Eunice frowned like a troubled man at Naja's inquiry and strayed from her gaze.

"Even the four of us with Logan in, it's okay, I guess."

To Eunice, who said modestly, but with a clear voice, the Najas stood in colour.

I do not want to be one-on-one against the heroic Eunice, but they are all fierce men who have nevertheless lived up to their arms. Besides, we've just confirmed each other's strength in our current mock fight. It was humiliating to be told that there were no problems with the boulders because of the four of them.

"If you say so much, you can't back off. All right, let me give you a hand."

I guess Logan felt the same way. Stand behind the najas forming, fisting cockroaches.

"Let's go!

It was Naja and the others who took the lead. Logan spreads his four arms wide as if pinching Eunice as he flies over Naja's head as she packs and cuts up her intermission as she crawls through the ground. Up, down, left, right, from all directions.

Eunice's body scratched away on the verge of that attack, which was inevitable, touching her body. Naja's slaughter and Logan's claws cleave the void. Faster than they turned after Eunice's body with their eyes, Eunice was sliding between them and fleshing to Wikia.

Neither the magic of metastasis nor special abilities. Only with pure speed did Eunice outrun the Najas.

But Wikia was reading it completely. There are two avant-gardes and two rear guards. The most troublesome of these is Wikia, who manipulates attack magic. I predicted she would come to crush herself early, and she was ready for it.

"Lightning!"

A thunderball floats in Wikia's palm, stretching like an arrow to Eunice as she makes a bee sound. Eunice's body technique is abnormal, but not enough to avoid lightning arrows that literally move at lightning speed.

And beyond being a creature, if you take a lightning strike, the movement stops. No matter how resistant you may be to witchcraft, it will be sturdy, but what is moving its body is a faint signal of electricity. Thunder strikes paralyze it.

Such an idea was fogged before Eunice, who played the thunderbolt with one hand unwrought. Wikia's thoughts paused for a moment as if to take lightning and throw it away as if it were going to circle even in garbage.

Nevertheless, even if I kept thinking there, the result would have been the same thing. Eunice lightly punches Wikia in the back of the head with a sword that stays sheathed and takes consciousness away with one blow.

I gently embraced Wikia's body, which fainted and fell, and I put her to sleep on the ground, and a rope of magic wrapped around Eunice's body.

"Interpersonal bondage (Hold People) ……!"

The ropes of light stretched out of Schal's fingers tie his body loosely around Eunice's arms. Whether you can tie up a hero for a moment or not, that moment is enough for Naja and Logan.

A body tied unis cannot be prevented by a sword, and cannot even run because it is wrapped around to its feet. As Eunice put her strength to her toes, she flew a little toward Naja while tied up.

Have you avoided Logan's attacks to reduce damage? Even so, Naja waved her sword all the way through her arms.

"Nah......!

Eunice turns her body and swords with a piece of paper as she approaches Naja.

No, I'm not talking about a single piece of paper.

Because the rope of magic would have tied Eunice's body tightly and wouldn't have gotten a piece of paper in between.

"Well, that's convenient."

Eunice, who untied Charles with Naja's sword, raises one hand. Five ropes of magic jumped out of its fingertips, tying them around Naja's entire body. No matter how powerful the rope is, I have no desire to be able to imitate Eunice at all.

"Logan doesn't need help, does he?"

With Naja sealed in motion on her ass, Eunice pulls her sword out of her sheath and smiles.

"No, hey, wait..."

To Logan, who later retreated, Eunice did not hesitate to slaughter him.

"I didn't know there was such a difference..."

Naja blurs with a potpourri as she falls asleep on the training room floor.

Logan fought with Shall's support, but ended up losing without being able to take a blow to Eunice. You can call it a good fight. I hit more than ten times.

Pretty good compared to the Najas who lost just about a breath.

"Right. I didn't think it was so lame."

"I don't think I can win that one."

Wikia and Shall also agree with Naja.

But the tone was slightly different from that of Naja.

"Don't you regret it?

"Being so overwhelming doesn't make me feel regretful the other way around... I'm glad I'm not the enemy"

"If you want to win, I'll work out a plan, because it's clear that you're not the one who can win directly from the front."

Naja also thought, with her head, that what they both said was best.

Maybe it's more impotent to beat a hero on your own.

But it was unacceptable that, as a person who had waved his sword before he could feel it, he would have no hands or feet on a little girl many years younger than himself.

I can't help losing a battle that combines witchcraft.

But at least I want to win just the sword.

With that in mind, Naja snuck back to the training room by herself after Shall and Wikia returned to their room.

Breathe loudly, exhale slowly and breathe. Place the sword with both hands and grip it with all your strength from your pinky fingers in turn. You can't put too much effort into it or pull it out too much. Keep swinging your sword up and lowering it all at once.

Huh, and a sharp wind incision sounded.

It's a sound that only happens when you release a useless blow. In Naja nowadays, this is how you calm down and the sound you can't make if you don't take the right setup. Whether or not there is one hundred times in action you can get it out.

But if we can always make this sound, we could beat Eunice. Believing that there is a top of the sword ahead, Naja continues to wave her sword heartlessly.

"Flamebomb (Flame Barrett)"

Naja turns reflexively to the voice that sounded unexpected and the swelling magic. When I waved down my sword without time to think about it as it was, the flame sphere that flew towards her was cut in two and landed behind Naja.

"Nah..."

"Oh, wow"

Eyes wide open and clapping was Eunice.

Surprised that she attacked her, or surprised that her sword had cut her magic, Naja stares at Eunice in confusion and with her sword standing still.

"I'm sorry. If it's a sounding sword, I thought I'd run out of magic."

Eunice laughed like a prank and did her hand to the back of her head.

"... surprised"

"Yeah, right, sorry"

Looking sorry for the boulder, Eunice bows her head.

"Mr. Naja, that's our guy, isn't it?

"Yes, I was born in Grandiera."

Red hair, green eyes, brown skin. That characteristic common to Eunice and Naja belongs to the typical Grandiera. In other words, for Naja, Eunice is the mistress of her serving husband and, at the same time, the princess of her homeland. I can be considered the person to be doubly respectful.

"Please, teach me the sword!

"Huh?"

Such an opponent had an unexpectedly unscrupulous and extreme voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but as you know, there's nothing I can do to teach Eunice."

"Yeah, that's not true. Naja-san's a better sword."

With a serious look, Eunice shakes her head. That was true.

The sword moves used are themselves the same genre, so the moves are easy to compare.

Hundred fights and Eunice wins a hundred.

But only in terms of technology, Naja was at a far height of Eunice.

"But it won't be necessary for Master Eunice, such as my sword."

Why are lions strong?

There's no reason there. The lion is a lion, but it is therefore strong.

Heroes are just like that. He moves many times faster than Naja, and doesn't need a sword move or anything on Eunice with strong powers. If you shake a chunk of iron as you wish, that's a special blow.

"That's what I thought, too."

It doesn't suck without decorating, Eunice spins the words straight.

"This time, I couldn't. I couldn't protect Oulu without Ellen and the others coming. I have to be stronger."

Regrettably, the girl held her fist.

Oh, what, and Naja squeaks in her heart.

"So, please. Teach me the sword, Mr. Naja!

Heroes and only people feel the same way about going up there.

"Okay. But there's one condition."

"Yeah, say anything"

The girl nodding with a sincere look will probably pull Naja out in no time at all, even with skill. But I didn't think that was a bad idea. Heroes inherit the moves they have learned from their teachers. As a swordsman, there is no such thing as flattery.

"Naja, please just call me Naja because I don't sit well"

"Okay, nice to meet you, Naja!

In a sunny mood, Naja shook Eunice's offered hand back.