Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

The knob saddle had already been chased and risen, albeit in a full-blown fashion.

"Do you still stand? I don't know why, but watching you annoys me. That's right..."

The brave man, who was bitterly staring at Knobsada, who rose again in his fluffy footsteps, changed his expression. Lift the corner of your mouth with your eyes narrowed as if something good had come to mind.

"I'm afraid I can't see your face, but I'm gonna let you despair from the bottom of your heart. That means you're from Gramada. You're one of them, right? I'm going to unleash the greatest magic on those guys now. All you have to do is bite the helplessness you can't protect there!

Intense magic converges in the palm of the brave. And the fireballs that could be made gradually became huge and eventually became about the size of the back length of the knob saddle.

"Ha ha, if you let this guy go, you'll blow your people away. The Chancellor tells me they're being escorted. Even if I could go back, I couldn't protect the lady. The penalty would be outrageous. It's on you to scratch your feet and get in my way. Damn, I hope you will regret it!!

The fireball, which was burning up in orange, changes its color in blue and white. There were even those who sat back and screamed from the surroundings of the etoirs who noticed strangely.

"Out of purgatory, the flame of my judgment!! Inferno Barsto!!"

The fireballs unleashed go straight to the Eleanors. But its speed is not so fast as if it were waiting for Knobsada to catch up.

Still, Knobsada ran out. It ignores the possibility of a brave man launching an attack and runs in a straight line. It was thought that the armor of a worn warcraft was wrapped in blue-white, luminous magic if blurry and grunt with an inaudible voice. Just a few moments before the Etoilets, Knobsada's body breaks into the ray and pushes the fireball into disappointment. They took it, but the brave man sees it satisfactorily.

"Ha! Bad foot scratch. But that's what I think. Play it and blow it up!!

That's what I say aloud as I grip my straight extended hand into it. Fireballs contracted at once as if to respond to that word of the brave. The next moment!

Dogo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.

The compressed fireball had a huge explosion on the spot. There's so much blast, so much tension. The audience is losing words.

Knobsada's body was heavily launched and slammed straight onto the ground off the scene as he drew a curve. The armor and armor are crushed. The fingers of the right hand are bent and broken in the direction indicated. The worst is the left hand. What an erasure from the tip of my wrist. The wound was carbide and raised the skunk and smoke.

"Shit, Shit, Winner Brave Als! It's overwhelming. I put down Nove with overwhelming force. The flourishing militant festival winner is our brave Ars Moyomoto. A big round of applause everyone!!

The boulder announcement is also upset while declaring the victory of the brave. The venue, initially overshadowed by agitation, was also cheering along with it.

A brave man who takes a drink on the stage and smiles contentedly. In contrast, Knobsada had been brought to the treatment room by Eleanor and Azimaldo, who boarded the unbound venue.

The therapist in the medical team can shake his head and throw a spoon if our magic doesn't allow him to do it. A healer who removes his seat if he can't afford to be in a boulder even if he puts the potion in distress. Only three people were left in the room.

"I'm sorry. My sacred magic can't heal more wounds."

Azimaldo chewing and leaning lips. The expression is bitterly annoying to his own sense of helplessness.

"No, I think your husband wanted it too"

"I'm so sorry. I can't watch any more. It's not until today that I stay in this country. I'm going back to my country..."

"Yes, I wish you well on your journey"

"Thanks"

I left the room behind without force.

In a room a little while after Azimaldo left.

"Was it good?

Growling Eleanor. I couldn't take one movement. Knobsada's body moves tingly.

"Oh, was it broken?

"I already thought my heart would stop."

"I'm sorry. I just can't do it. Well, it hurts a lot to be restless for now, so it plays."

He looked nagging but was full of sweat under his helmet. Even if he faints, he wakes up with severe pain, but he shows his strength by being trained to stay conscious with his best strengths before his daughter-in-law is present. Though my mouth tastes terribly iron because I bit my lips too hard to bear.

I would have lost early at the end of the planting, but my plans went crazy because that brave man (laughing) unexpectedly took a high-powered blow at me.

"Regeneration"

Shuuu and his left hand, which should have blown up as if he were just looking at the reverse playback screen, plays. Is it your own body? Because magic is very tame, its playback speed is not the ratio of the popotees. Less than five minutes after the thing, the left hand had returned as it had been and repeatedly confirmed the feeling of gripping and opening the guppa guppa. There seems to be no pain and no sequelae.

At the end of the playback, the worn out gear was removed and thrown into dimensional storage. It gives me a sad look for a moment like the ruin of protective equipment that has protected my body for a little over a month.

"I heard it in the story, but it's more than I expected. I knew you were so talented, but I didn't know you were this talented."

"Hmph. You must be a proud husband, what a ghoul."

A knob saddle whose mouth is blocked with Eleanor's lips and is unintentionally silent.

"I'm a proud husband, so weigh a little more."

"Ha, ha, hi"

It is a perfect knob saddle.

"You were going to do it if you were so flustered and acted from the beginning in the first place?

Knobsada, which is not at all likely to escape mention about it. Still, I have the consciousness of my own radish actor, but I managed to play it, so I thought in the corner of my heart that I would like you to take a big look at all of it. Gunflame and his magic was very painful, and when the explosion broke out, he shouted out loudly. I almost hit him around.

"Nevertheless..."

"Hmm?"

Eleanor begins to talk about whether she's made up her mind or not, although it's hard to say.

"Is it good for him to stay that way? Though I was mistaken for absolutely dying."

"Hmm, I can't help it all. I can't get involved in what's coming. Problems in other countries are involved in the first place. I'll apologize the next time I see you. Sounds like a really good one and I feel like we could be friends."

"Right. That's why it's a little painful."

"Yeah."

Nodding emotionally while changing the setting of the changing ring. Shortly after the game, it is a secret no one can tell that there was a slight tear in his eyes when he saw Azimaldo rushing along in a straight line with Eleanor.

"Anyway, the planting is done. He said to look at the streamlined finish."

I wasn't originally willing to go for a victory over Knobsada or anything. So much so that I wondered if I should win to the point of gaining experience in interpersonal matches and not crushing the face of my master. Although some parts were on track because every time they won, Eleanor or Etoile would try to be more joyful than expected. That's why I couldn't resist deliberately losing. If we were to win badly here, we decided that the Prime Minister and the brave would be wary and play this kind of play. From Etoile, he explained the situation and obtained various blurry permits. Though I purposefully lose. Seems to have planted a lot of it.

Thus the Martial Arts Festival closed its curtain. But the leap of the prime ministers, of the Nobsadas, will not end. Time progressed as each other's thoughts became tangled.