Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Time rolls back a little.

Knobsada, which cuts into the living room armor, had a slight grin.

There is no difference in overwhelming power like a master. There's no difference in the moves you get flirted with like Mr. Eleanor. Sure, it's an A-rank sword move, but I didn't feel the difference in power that far. And I can handle it, but I can keep up with it. The discomfort in shaking the first moon cat I felt was also no longer felt. However, he shunned and slashed into it.

Living armor clumps together, pays it off with a shield and tries to cut it down with a long sword. Living room armor that looks dull but the sword and shield and the movements of both hands held are quick and sharp. But footwork isn't that fast. I guess it inhibits and antagonizes the strength of what this was an A-rank adventurer. And maybe he keeps the idiot bonbong bong, the operator, from leaving beside himself. I haven't come to this side from a certain distance.

I'll try and guess the magic after I get my distance there. Thunder that's not something you can physically manage, like a fireball or an ice bullet. No, if it's normal to have a fireball, how can you do it physically?

"Thunder!"

The thunderbolt emanating from Knobsada's palm went toward the living armor to be sucked in... and really sucked into the shield I erected. And a living armor that puts a breath between you and sticks out your shield. A thunderbolt was fired at Knobsada around a gem that was thought to be a decoration attached to the center.

"Whoa, whoa, Earthwall!!

Knobsada in a hurry to deploy the dirt walls. Thunder strikes disappear to be drunk into the earth.

Hmm, will it be reflected other than cleaving magic? Shit, man.

It's tough when you cut it and say something about it and it plays. My hands are numb and I think I'm about to take them off. I want to magically subtle and manage to cut off the joints. And destroy or kick every part of it. I wouldn't stick around with the force of magnetism, like the steel guy over here, I guess.

In time again, Living Armor moves out.

"Do it! Do it! Attack them all at once!!!

Stupid Bombon looks excited. But I'd appreciate it if we could figure out how to get them out. Do you understand that?

He comes at me with a sharper sword than he did earlier. but is it because of his control in it? The attack became slightly monotonous and easier to deal with.

I wouldn't be sorry if I hit you. I feel like I'm even going to be scattered with magic entanglements and protection just by a sword that would diffuse magic.

Use the demonic eye of identification to remember its movements, repeatedly wave and wave the analysis, and predict the timing.

And then the living room armor swung big and tried to swing it down on me, and it moved out for that time.

"" Air Propulsion "Air Thruster"!

I magically gained more momentum and jumped into my nostalgia at once. Swing the Moon Cat down to the base of your right arm, its junction, with the momentum as it is.

The joints, which were cavity armor but were joined by something, were amputated by the moon cat and the right arm fell to the floor with the bottoms. I kicked that arm in without getting my hair in. He clashes against the wall and rolls straight as he makes a gushing noise.

Oh, come on. ♪ I've mastered knife technique LV1.

Stay with me. ♪ I've learned martial arts.

The use of martial arts that you would have mastered, the content floats flashing behind your brain.

This guy...

I can do this!

After we've secured a jump in the back, we'll rebuild the moon cat and look at the living room armor. Even with one arm, there is nothing to change that movement.

I was the one who moved first.

"Dignity Collapse Stone Fist" Titern Crash "!

The magic I used to beat the groins of the adventurers, but not this time. Three stone columns rise from directly below Doddon and Living Armor's left arm.

Gokin

A stone column played up the left arm of the living armor. Where he became defenseless, he slashed him down head-on as he jumped up and accelerated with "Air Propulsion" Air Thruster.

"Martial Arts" Seismic Knife/Destruction "!

The moment the moon cat touched the living armor when it activated the martial arts I had just remembered, my full body blew. Hiwin and I made a tall noise. If you just shook it down, the sashimi you're supposed to be bounced off will dimension your armor as if you were going to put a knife in the cake with a crisp cleavage. The living room armor, which was broken in two, could not stand and sank to the floor with gallery.

Stupid Bombon seems to have forgotten me for the sight. That would be so. That confidently rolled out living room armor cursed at me for being low-level. Because I was cut off by my blow.

Or that's awesome. This move. Sort of like a high-frequency blade? I'm not sure how it works, but I felt I could do it. Yeah, I want to know more, but I don't have an explanation. This is what the status column stands for. Identification teacher. You're fast at your job.

Martial Arts "Seismic Knife/Destruction"

Sinske Tokuda, who was the Royal Martial Arts Master of the Hinoto Empire, opened his eyes on the depths of today's wrinkles. At the time of his death, Sinske accidentally stepped down into the garden with a knife while his disciples watched. He just gently hit the cherry tree in the garden with a sword with his sizzling hands, and said that was all he had to do to cut it in two and show it. It is told that the disciple who witnessed the scene, Juzou Togou, established it as martial arts and made it a secret of the genre.

Can I remember the secret of the genre perfectly? And how I learned. I repeat, I have no idea! But let me use it, if I may. You're so tired. This is the first time I've used martial arts, but it seems to take a lot of strength.

If you look nearby, it looks like Mr. Kagra defeated Dave. Something's ticklish, but no problem?

I wonder if I can handle Mr. Clay later. but that doesn't seem to wholesale the inquirer......

"Clay, Futuno. Take them into custody! I don't need any help."

Mr. Da Clay runs out for Mr. Kagra. From the rear, I heard a lot of bitter sounds of mite. Oh, already. Bad forever!

"3x Airbind!!

I didn't use it because the living room armor was about to be released from restraint with a light force move, but these three can use it without any problems.

Stupid bonbong stayed put and Mr. Clay was restrained in the shackles of the air with his hands raised before reaching Mr. Kagra.

"Hih, is this all I use magic and it still works!? Oh, what the hell are you? Are you going to do something to me? If you don't care what happens to Futuno, you can try!

Oh, now you're just calling Mr. Futuno's name. Some kind of bug spit runs. Activate the air bind in your mouth so that you can't talk. It looks painful when it comes to moga, but I don't care.

I whisper softly in her ear as I walk over to Mr. Futuno's side. with a voice that no one else can hear as much as it does.

"Mr. Futuno, if you're conscious, you're hearing me. I'll see if I can break that corset curse now. I'm going to try to use certain skills, but I don't know if this will be activated depending on Mr. Futuno. If you're convinced to listen to me, I want you to accept it."

I don't know if she's conscious there, but I'm serious. Things I've been thinking about.

"I like Mr. Futuno. But I like Mitama and Mr. Kagra. Without moderation, you may be frightened. But we all dream of being happy. That's why I want Mr. Futuno to stay by his side. If you can, will you walk with me until death knows each other?

Pray that that skill activates as you speak. I've only used it once. It's unconscious, too.

Silence often dominates. That announcement resonates in my brain when I give up trying to find other ways to still be unacceptable.

Oh, come on. ♪ Futuno showed his kindness. Activates Heterosocial Heart Transfer LV2.

Bi, bi ♪ There was an error, no, seriously. Something inhibits activation. Inject magic directly into the target's body.

You're not nervous, Goddess Announcement.

Pour magic into your body... Yeah, I don't have time to say four or five. Immediately when I think of it. Nob Sada, it's a man's show!

Store magic in your mouth and talk to Mr. Futuno. Sefi taught me how to counteract some oral intake curses, but I don't think I'd use them the other way around.

As it was, my magic would pour out, but it was bright as if the corset around my torso would resist. How long would I have done that? By the time I let go of my lips, my magic had penetrated and enveloped Mr. Futuno's body like a magic wrap.

Pissippi, sissippi.

Pacine

Bounce irresistibly. Flying corset. That's the wedding dress Mr. Futsuno was wearing. At the same time, he can play it and it becomes all kinds of dew. He hastily untied Mr. Futuno and removed the sheets from his backpack.

If you check with the identification teacher, the condition returns to health. Apparently it succeeded.

It's like I passed out because I was forced to send magic, but it's okay, right? I'm only doing it a little bit.

"... knob. I'll explain later."

Yes, Mr. Mitama is looking up at me with her jitsy eyes. Please forgive me for explaining it properly.

That's time for dumb bong bong.