Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

"Hmph... you know what I mean"

That's not all, to be exact.

ears, nose, skin, and magic.

All of them are her "eyes".

Even if she punches from a blind spot into her, or if she stands alone in the middle of an enemy formation, her "eyes" have the power to read through all of it.

But that's why I couldn't solve it.

Attack ahead.

She read through everything and struck out an unmistakable blow... even though she was annoyed by Dragvandil.

Though it was the opponent's attack that was avoided, she can't afford that tone and about a smile right now.

Therefore, Autoclair admonishes himself.

The other person is also a legend.

She had the absolute pride and the fact that she had defeated numerous enemies and grabbed countless victories.

But that's the same thing.

"That's something like an eye-opening sword, a sword called a" sword "? But you didn't even hit him."

"Hmm, the target is too big for me to take off. But I'll make sure... I'll carve it for you next"

Dragvandil's shaking, Autoclair flickers with a pungent return.

Nevertheless, with her offensive power, she doesn't pierce the steel armor that Dragvandil is wrapped around.

It was therefore a blow to the target's head, but she came to the conclusion that the timing of the attack meant that it had been read.

And even if the same hand doesn't work at the earliest.

"No! Carve a non...? Can it be made of that fine sword?

"Oh, I haven't... used my powers yet."

She stuck out the white sword "Tsukugi" that was sluggishly lowered, and she still makes me laugh.

Dragvandil also held the giant sword on his shoulder with both hands, and let it stand on the great upper stage.

"... okay. Beat it from the front. You don't cry when you bend over and break it, do you?

"Dear Hate. Your sword, the sword... I can already see it."

Inheritance sword to be swung down for a moment.

In response to an impending lethal blow with a roar, Autoclair was quietly activating his abilities.

Her hands, simple and lucid, supreme power.

That 's--

"Huh!"

"I told you... I can see you"

Dragvandil's giant sword, swung down in a straight line, suddenly changes its orbit and turns into a sword to the right.

That's not an ability or anything, just a force move by that proud arm.

However, Autoclair spared the blow of that change, which was carried out so fast that he could not see his sword body.

No, it wasn't even a "snooze" operation to be exact, she just "moved" in there.

She was both moving from Dragvandil to the right when she walked half a step or read through the crease.

It is unclear whether it fits into a weapon at all, but in humans there is something called a dominant foot, just like a dominant hand.

In aggressive behavior, unconscious force is the dominant foot, and the center of gravity leans in nature and its direction.

In the case of Autoclair, I can deduce from what I saw from Dragvandil and avoided to the right that my left foot is that.

He judged so from his accumulated experience, choosing the most probable blow, but everything was pointless in front of her abilities.

"It's all in the stream..."

Ability of Autoclair.

It uses all the ears, nose, skin, magic… the power to predict the future.

Until earlier, I had only read the flow and made attacks that would have come, but at this time it means something completely different.

What you see is the future just a little further.

But a definite view that's not a guess.

So, that's enough.

Sharpened to its limits, Autoclair's sixth sense easily pushes her up to the absolute who dominates the scene.

Dragvandil's left flank exposed to defenselessness that way.

The white blade released to sew through the gap in that armor is now the absolute blow and -

"Shhhhhhhhh!

"Yikes!?

Along with the instantly unleashed roar of Dragvandil, the view that was spreading in the brains of the Autoclair is fogged.

"Nah... this... that's...!?

Ability of Inheritance Sword Dragvandil.

It is the enormous combat experience accumulated, the tough steel that endured thousands of battles, and above all… the immense magic that dwells in it.

"Yes, mix in... the flow...!

The sharpened sensation of autoclair was ironically tormenting her the other way around.

Its immense magic overflowing as if it had exploded.

Moreover, the magic is not single but diverse, and the honest magic currents that I have seen so far have become completely invisible.

As a result, the secure future that Autoclair saw transformed into a fragile and uncertain landscape, and that's how she couldn't move to her head -

"Him!?

Dragvandil's fist bone burst with tricks.

"There's a battle... right?

"Sounds like..."

"That's it! Winner, Dragvandil!

Taking the winning name, Dragvandil exhales heavily the air he was accumulating in his lungs.

As it stands, it was just a piece of paper battle.

"Good luck to both of you. That was a good fight."

"No... I was just supposed to let the heirs see the power, but I guess the sex as a weapon" makes it so. I don't think we're gonna make it this far. "

"Nfu...... sure. I lost, but it was fun. Let's do it again."

"... if I had a chance"

"Ha... well, I'll get you both back. I'll see you later, Dragvandil."

Lord removes his magic from the two snorts and quietly holds the two swords "Tsukugi" in a notebook that Mel opens.

"Huff... something like the second game happened, so I wondered what would happen, but it was a useless worry"

"Right. It was a great fight."

"Ugh... it's too fast for me to look good, but I wonder if it looks right for everyone in there?

"Aren't you seeing it to some extent? Besides, it would be better than not seeing at all. Okay, I'll pull the next one. The first person in the fourth game is... um, someone who helped me a few times. Gayjarg."

Red long spears are pulled through.

Longer than his own height, and he can magic right away.

Zhu Zheng Spear, who thus emerged from the red light, slowly opened his lid as he still let his burning red and short hair dance into the wind.

"... great. Exactly now I was born in this world... that's how it feels"

Gayjarg, dressed in red and black based armor, shrugged so emotionally, bowing his head to Lord to make that high height as small as possible.

"Thank you. Lord Lord Lord Lord."

"Nice to meet you, gayjarg. Thank you for coming. Because you helped me."

"In those words, my true self as a weapon was fulfilled. Therefore, no further thanks are required. My opponent."

"Okay. So, the gayjarg opponent... Ugh! Finally here...... gayborg"