Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Slap the right palm bottom punch into the master's torso, adding a magical and spinning momentum. It's a guaranteed hit because he's a master in an unprotected state like never before. I was so sure.

"Wu! Fighting Armor Attachment" Toray Ginger "!

The overflowing fighting spirit covers and converges and hardens the master's body at the same time as his voice. And when my palm bottom touches it, it's like, 'Humph!' The magical effect and my hand are bounced off with the ringing.

What happened!?

I'm dressed to bang. Zdon and two big shocks to my body, and the air is forced out of my lungs. My eyes felt as tight as a slow motion as the rolled out master's palm bottom. Such things flash back with pain and suffering as they tumble in breathless stuffiness.

It's hard to breathe. But as bad as a crack in the ribs, nothing else seems to be badly injured. Is that how much I can convince you because I live with the experience that has been scattered so far? I don't really want to get used to it. I get up slowly about ten meters ahead of blown.

Something activated with the earlier hanging still wraps the master's body around him like armor. The tease must be something similar to my demon costume. However, there is a large difference in completion from years of drilling between the original struggle. The Master's fighting armor and dot not only cover the garment, but appear as matter as armor. How much is that......

Previously, when changing the drill to Demon Steel when rescuing Mitama, it used enormous magic to convert and maintain the drill only while it hit through the wall. Because it was a forced conversion without a smashing ceremony, of course, but you know how much it takes. The master who did it is still outrageous.

But it's like a chunk of a book from me. The identification teacher will observe and grasp everything from corner to corner. From there, I will predict and analyze what is different from my demonic costume, what is likely to be available, what are the weaknesses, etc. Of course, it's not that easy. There were mountains of incomprehensible places.

Still, some parts of it I understood. The means of playing the earlier Maiden Heartbreak Bomb, Yoshi Bomber, was presumed to have deliberately ruptured the contact part of the fighting armor created to offset the magical effect. I think it will be required to manipulate the timing and the President in seconds to instantaneously match the necessary fighting spirit. I guess I did that in a wild survey instead of calculating it again too. I'm not scared.

I combine the knitted demon thread and compress it further. As a result, it was also possible to prevent internal outbursts, which made it possible to pass magic through each piece of muscle fiber. Nerves are likewise expected to improve reaction speed and shock absorption capacity by combining these two. I learned that this is where the master moves out at an instantaneous and extraordinary rate. It's not like I've never tried it. I can still recall that I tried it before but nothing happened and my body didn't follow the amount of exercise, causing a muscle fracture, etc., and all my extremities became bloody.

Along with that, the costume of the demonic costume is also becoming more embodied and evolving into something that can be approached by the fighting armor in front of us. Only after I've seen it. After all, Hundreds of Hearts is something I've often said only at first sight. Just one example of success came up with a dramatic amendment.

"Ha ha, does it change that much just at first sight? I still think it's worth teaching you that your apprentice has a good memory."

I suppose it was the teaching material to me that stopped my hands and exposed the appearance at all costs. It must be one of my wife's hands... in front of my master. If so, will you use this to reveal the proof of your growth?

Dang.

The ground you stepped into leaves traces of a few centimetres in the shape of your feet.

The right straight of the full body, a few steps sharper than the previous one, hit the master so that he could be sucked into his body.

Gakin

The sound of metal meeting with each other somehow echoed from the master, who was supposed to only be wearing a leather jacket. Probably no damage. He looks at me and he peels out his white teeth and greets me with his right hook all the time in return.

Bosun

My demonic costume greatly reduced the power of that blow, having increased the degree of absorption of shock with a different approach from my master's. Still, a lot of damage is coming in, but it is instantly healed by heels that are constantly flowing.

I punched a smiley payback smash into my master's belly, too.

Then he repeated the act of hitting each other with a powerful blow. If you're about to be blown away, put a graviton on yourself and endure it. I also got it on my face and lost a few teeth, but I ate it and tied it up while regenerating it. The tooth is healed, and you feel out of place, but you are immediately confronted with a counterattack.

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"Dude, we're meeting each other with that general captain..."

"Am I even dreaming? That difference in stature doesn't make it any worse."

"Wow, we're in a good place, that. Did you just spit your blood lightly?"

"No, that one has broken back teeth. I was throwing up with blood. Still, he said it was strange that he was going to the meeting. How much..."

"Besides. Why are you both laughing? It wouldn't be weird if I was dead just because I got a blow."

"I don't know. My father-in-law can't help but be happy with the growth of his disciples. Aren't you glad that the Lord is approaching his father-in-law, who was beyond his reach? I wonder if you call it a bond between men. I feel so jealous."

Faces analyzed that way.

But a few of them stared a little resentful at everyone like that, and they were sweating cold. Futuno is one of them eating up his teeth to maintain his bond. Since the beginning of the rendezvous between the two of them, they had joined forces to surround the practice field in case anything happened. As time passes, the two blows increase in momentum and power, which stimulate and sustain the bond with Bilibility. If we go through each other's bodies and the direct impact hits the junction, we might be able to smash it lightly. Still, they were futsunos who focused on maintaining without being able to say a single cry.

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Whenever a fist is waved, an earthquake strikes the practice field as if an earthquake had occurred. The ground was choosy and the surroundings were bumpy for a long time. Looks like Futuno blues his face to keep the damage from going around. I'm sorry.

But my master and I were laughing.

Shit, it wasn't supposed to be Battle Junkie or anything, but I can't help but have fun. I feel the joy of growing up enough to be able to beat up with my master and bee. I guess it's also huge that my body is able to fully realize the greatest potential it can have. Perhaps a simple act, such as just beating and enduring, simplifies the way you think.

Eventually, where both sides breathe up, you don't have to say anything to distance yourself once. I concentrated my magic into my fists to see the blow that I could do right now. What happens when we get to each other with this? My master is laughing with his giggling eyes. I'm sure I'm laughing, too.

"Shh, shh!

"Let's go, knobsadaaaaaaa!

"We're not going! What are you doing both of you!!!

The temper culminates. There is an absolute zero degree penetration where we can't storm each other.

If we both turned our fearful gaze to the Lord of that well-known and clear voice, there was an arm wrapped around Mr. Eleanor, who carried a generous young man. The master is also changing from a fun grin earlier to a grin drawn to it.

... ten minutes later...

Currently, my master and I are seated in front of each other to preach from Mr. Eleanor. Looks like Mr. Eleanor was summoned by Mr. Yukito's arrangement, who imagined the worst from what we were doing, who was in a good mood to bump into one another. Yeah, if you heat up that far, you won't stop for much longer. If you want to stop me and my two masters, it seems that Yukito, who decided and arranged that it would not be possible without her or Mr. Amiral and Mr. Temro coming out, is the MVP of the day. Oh, my legs are getting paralyzed.

"My husband and my father! Do you understand!? How much damage has been done by releasing something so compressed of fighting and magic in this city that it could easily crush the bonds that Futuno has stretched? Even now, the squad yard is worn out. There is also a lot of damage to the walls and equipment around!

"" No, I'm really sorry ""

We both take an apology arrangement in the dungeon. Until earlier, the gallery around me, which had seen me and my master bump into each other and circled my eyes, was also now circling my eyes in a different way. There are two of Gramada's most powerful men sitting in their dungeons, a hero who should have saved the city (embarrassed to say so himself).

Later on, it was impossible to help but flow to Makoshiya that the strongest thing behind Gramada was the princess of war.

Stay with me. ♪ The level of fighting has increased.

Stay with me ~ ♪ The magic wrap has been converted into a demonic costume.

Stay with me. ♪ The level of magic manipulation has increased.

Stay with me. ♪ The level of thought control has increased.