Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

First game of the game. I was already waiting for the signal to start the game.

Dressed in a set of warcraft gear, he sits on the game field with a male manic acid stick in one hand. Across the street, the adventurer Porpot is staring at me. As always, it's turban and scarf-like and it's only out by the eye. Sure, he's an opponent, but he's like a parent's vendetta. But yeah, yeah.

The announcement explains the rules again. For once, the rulebook is gorgeously through because I've been keeping it in mind. If you know your enemies and you know yourself, you're not in danger of a hundred fights, so you can identify them, Doctor GO!

Name: Porpoto Gender: Male Age: 10 Race: Pu

Class: Seaf LV27 Condition: Unhealthy

Title: None

[Skills]

Dagger Lv3 Bow Lv3 Body Surgery Lv3 Throw Lv2 Toxic Knowledge Lv2 Avoid Lv4 Trap Lv2 Unlock Lv2

[Class Skills]

Treasure Hunter

Ten!? I can only see the eye area, but I look old. It makes me feel a little loose about how much I've been struggling. Oops. Whatever it is, it's not easy. Hang on, me.

'So are you ready!

Oh, shall we begin? Power enters the hand holding the two-handed stick. He dropped his hips and pointed his tip at his opponent. Porpot is also following the arrow and watching over this one. I know you're bothering in the guest seat, but it's not in my ear right now. I just hear breathing noises and heart pulsating noises.

"Tournament Game One! Lady Fi!! '

Run to the zigzag using the "air propulsion" air thruster "with the start signal. Hyun and a bottle, two and an arrow have been released, but they push forward without a scratch. Polpoito also retracted in the backstep as he peeled his eyes off at that speed. but you can't possibly forgive it as it is and stick a male manic acid stick sharply in it so that it twists!

Hugo.

Porpoto managed to avoid a direct hit by twisting his half and fell into a large position. Determine it an opportunity and activate the 'Foot Pay' martial arts while treading heavily into the chase. When activated, this martial arts generates some suction and pays off the leg, like a throw of a fighting game. Regardless, because it is a preliminary move, the suction is quite lightly disabled, but it has advantages such as the speed of activation and the ability to incorporate the name of the move into a series of hits without screaming.

It was a calculation to pay it all at once from the heel, but Porpot jumps and flips. but that's not all I've stopped throwing throwing knives at. The reaction is delayed for a moment because the foot payment was rolling out. This one also managed to twist his body and directly hit him, plundering the unprotected part of the thigh of something to avoid, slightly seeping blood.

I can see the slightest expression on his face that was acting pale, but the corner of his mouth rises. Hmm? What?

They throw a few knives at acrobatics as they are, but they play with a two-handed stick, which is a difficult track to track based on the skill level and difference in status. I wonder if it's an orbital prediction coming from experience.

Fast switch from bow to knife to dagger. Don't let one flicker after another fly like a stream. That sequence of motions may flow better than Mitama's. However, is she better up for arrow speed, etc. I've done a lot of mock warfare, so I can afford to deal with it. Although I am concerned about the subtle change in their expression every time I called earlier. I figured a two-handed stick wouldn't be a good pick up yet. If it were both hands knives, I'd be slapping them all off.

Kasssssssss

Oh? That's a tingle.

Terorin ♪ I successfully resisted paralysis poison.

The Goddess Announcement rings in my head. Is this the reason why I was trying to do it earlier? Apparently arrows, knives and daggers are painted with paralysis poison. Porpot wouldn't think I was the only one who was resistant to this either. Thank you, Mittama and Mr. Eleanor.

Have you ever cut a little paralysis on me without ever seeing my body paralyze? For a few moments, I feel like my movements are getting messy.

There!

If I reused the knife I had picked up and threw it at it, it was squeezed at the inch. Too bad!

Pip.

[]/harari/

but it seemed like it was plundering into a turban knot and fell off my head and onto the ground.

... and both me and the audience breathe.

Most of Porpot's head has no hair. It's not just baldness. Because the skin had marks that would have burned down. No, you're not. Some of them, but my gaze is nailed to the neck. It looks hard at an angle, but I see a lot of black kids lined up. Speaking of which, the hair I have left is the same color as Mr. Dornuko. Could it be?

As soon as I noticed my gaze, I picked it up and rewound it, but my eyes looked at me. It was already angry. No, I'm sorry I dropped it, but I'm in battle, so I won't have a choice.

Subsequent attacks are Porpot attacks that increase in intensity. But it's too monotonous because of the emotion.

"Why not? No! You can't lose in here. Ooh!

Shout as you lay down your bow and dagger. He also has something he can't give way to.

Is it time we ran out of weapons? The arrows and knives that were falling off the scene so they wouldn't be recovered earlier are bouncing off the scene.

I guess it fits. I'm sorry to make you decide, but at the age of ten, this is amazing, but sparingly, the fact that old mites and fighting styles were worn. It's a familiar move for me.

Stop your legs first!

"Dukonji, the earth cane!!

He poked a gap and stuck a male manic acid stick to Zdon and the rubble to activate the martial arts. It protrudes heavily in fan form from a freshly poked spot with a type of martial arts that activates magic into food. Porpoto's scaffold was about to be accidentally taken off his feet covered in raised rubble. He's rushing to the left and trying to get out of range.

But that's within this assumption. I dared to activate it so that it could be vacant on the left. Let go of the two-handed stick, get the wind propulsion and stuffing it all at once!

For interpersonal repression, he began the chant of Satanic Martial Arts, which had been secretly discussed with his master and had been tried and erroneous.

- Sometimes, Heart! Burn it down, handsome! Blow it up. Blow it up, Leah, you chargers!

"Maiden Heartbreak Bomb" Yoshi Bomber!!

I had an idea, but I was in the process of developing this technique based on which magic I could use to make it work. Earlier, the level of dark magic increased, which allowed me to row to completion. It was Manadorain and Lifedrain who mastered at level 4 of Dark Magic. It's called absorbing MP or HP. So "Yoshi Bomber" is a maiden heartbreak bomb that incorporates altered magic that attacks the opponent's magic and mental powers based on Manadorain and attacks them without trauma.

A strange phenomenon was discovered that chanting with a dark feeling was easier to adjust to just dark magic, although I had tried a lot. It's a blow I created while remembering the dark ages a long time ago. Wow. Plain heartbreaking......

Magic, etc. spreads from the body with the impact of a thrust from the palm to the chest to the back. Porpot was falling to collapse.

"Dude... why... such a handful... anonymous..."

He asks me out loud enough to hear me critically. I don't know if I'm conscious, but let me answer for once.

"It's embarrassing to be rumored or something."

And I lost my mind with a limp look on my face. I was just kidding. Nannon.