My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

The night before the race.

Jijura sent out a circular to the warrior's house in Ancient Ginseng to gather with warriors of his age.

It is a single-lived ancient samurai warrior's house, not yet connected to marriage, even in the middle of nowhere.

I prefer four-legged red dragons (louzios) to people, and I admit to myself that they are strangers who do not publicly say that they will probably retire when it comes to their turn with someone else.

From the late teens to the twenties, many people tried to take care of my marriage, but lately it was gone.

Nowadays, it has turned into a good hoarding place, a good drinking place, for warriors of the same age who have fled the cramps of their families and the annoyances of their families.

Now I guess it would be different if I were a man's daughter-in-law - but when I get here, everyone "goes back to that time".

They are all childhood friendly, they do the same hard work, they feel the same joy, they take the same pride.

I grew up in the same house and lived as the same warrior.

Back to ourselves when we were kids like that, and when we were in full season.

The men who drink here are ancient ginseng warriors and veteran warriors, just children, and young creatures like runaways.

There are no children who have to show their father's back, no thankful but troublesome daughter-in-law who gets in the way of booze.

And if there's some booze to return to the child's heart, it's weirder not to go back.

- But today's booze wasn't about looking behind and exchanging laughter, anger and sadness words, it was about looking forward.

"You know more or less. Tomorrow's race means something."

Jijura, who had gathered the ancient shrinks, told them in advance, "It's about tomorrow," when they all finished three rushing glasses and gently moistened their throats.

"- If that's what you're gonna do, it's gonna make sense."

"- Right. There's no way a warrior chief can just move around with a floating thought. That doesn't mean it's just a thought, does it?

The area where you can call Jijura is also unique to young people at the same age.

"Oh, to embrace 'goggles'"

So some people come with pins, and they say, "I mean, what do you mean?" Some don't.

"Well, you don't have to think hard. You just have to race normally - the young ones."

Here's the muscle.

If the ancient ginseng here were to win, the young warriors, who know the usefulness of "goggles," would sue for that fact.

Or Jijura is going to direct me in that direction and buy the objection. Say something like, "I don't want a goggle, it's forbidden" or something.

Speaking of warrior chief decisions, more than half of the warriors complain - if they also complain in front of the people inside, the people will also be on the side of the young people to support them.

Anyway, we're talking about "eye protection gear."

Even a warrior cannot be said to have nothing to do with it.

If the opposite is so loud, it can only break to say the warrior chief who hates the outside world - the one thing.

It is a policy change by a so-called majority vote of public opinion, although in a narrow community.

The other is that honestly a young warrior won and managed to accept it with himself and proved the usefulness of "goggles" or something.

As for Jijura, I think that's the quicker way to talk.

Well, I'm not going to do anything to remind you to lose on purpose.

- As a result, the plan to make it fall that way is the plan called Race.

Anyway, young people just have to run.

"But we're not. You guys figure out how to run."

"- Think of a way to run?

"That's right. We'll win anyway, even if we do it properly. Different experiences, different strengths, and I've been running since the kids were drooling. No reason to lose."

There are guys with sights, but the power difference is basically historical.

In the first place, most of the ancient ginseng people already have bad eyes because of more or less the poison.

but still coming as a warrior is nothing more than a highly skilled four-legged red dragon (lougio) ride.

Even the four-legged red dragons (lougio) that give the same speed are quite different from each other just because the ancient ginseng rides.

It can also be faster as a result of where the foot steps, when to bend, and dare to slow down.

The neighborhood is no longer rational, I do it with instincts stained with my body.

And compared to what's around it, it's still like being different from a young warrior.

"It's a festival because of it, I'm telling you not to fight."

"- Ah?... I mean, what do you mean?

"Uh... I'll be frank with you already. Let the young guys out full of tears, interrupt him. Because it's more interesting. Besides, it can be an inspiration for young people."

I do a good job of training warriors to make them feel good on their skin.

But competing with riding technology came very little.

Gijra thinks it will be a good medicine for the young.

"- So you don't want to win?

"If I run properly, I'll see a fight."

"- I mean... is that what you mean?

"That's what I'm talking about"

"- I see....... hmm? What's this all about?

"Ha. You're an idiot."

"- Ha ha."

"Ha."

"- Kill Jijura!

- Wait, calm down, idiot.

- Yes, silly, calm down.

"- I'll kill you, too!

Such a conversation took place, and the veterans thought only a little bit about how to tackle the race.

And now.

"- Whoa, whoa!

In the first half, veterans who had grown up had stripped their fangs.

The warrior, who was ambushing in the shadow of an unforeseeable bend, set up a body hit on Lisse's four-legged red dragon (Louzio), who had been running.

- It just so happens that Lisse was targeted.

The veterans are going first, so whoever comes is a young man.

It was Lisse who happened to come shortly after the ambush, just to say.

Don't!

"-Chick... Huh!

Lisse, who was confined only to her consciousness trying to catch up with the lead group, eats a decent body feel.

Big, slow down.

"-Ail!!

I heard a reply screaming the name of a friend running directly behind me, and at the same time, "Yes, yes" or something.

I got a response.

Then you can do something about it.

Perhaps this development, too, those glasses anticipated.

So I'll deal with it right away.

- I have Ayle, so I can run alert.

Lisse didn't lack attention.

I was just concentrating on maintaining the fastest and leaving the rest to Ayle.

Within a few seconds, Lisse and the "Black Scale" fall.

But it is Ayle who manages to follow Lisse too far into it so that she doesn't seem to have any emotions like she doesn't have a faceless, nasty look.

It was the same when I had the assignment, and it still is - I'm sure.

Aile, who has no reason to know such Lisse's thoughts, reacts immediately to events earlier than expected, but only as expected.

Say yes and yes to Lisse, who shouts his name at me, and give me a nasty reply.

"Do something about it".

At the time of the assignment, it's not just Lisse, it's the voice some people asked for.

First, keep the velocity intact, and Ayle breaks in between the warrior and Lisse.

If Lisse gets hung up on me even more when I'm about to fall, I won't be able to follow.

In fact, the warrior was trying to get closer as he came to the body.

Around definitely coming to drop it, vicious - I mean it to harass you.

"Lisse! Over here!

But warriors have no reason to shy away from the ails they've interrupted.

If harassment is the purpose, if you let Ayle roll, it will hit Lisse as it is. All three heads are lined up at such close range.

There's no change in the warrior's movements, but...

"Let it be!!

Ayle wears "string-shaped glasses" on the neck of the "black scale," forcing him to regain his posture at the mercy of his "qualities/freaks".

It will be shaped like just a little dragging, with Garru and "Black Scale" leaking unpleasant voices, but I just want you to be patient now.

And at the same time Lisse flew over to "Round Ridge".

Grab Ayle's shoulder and stand on an unstable four-legged red dragon (Lougio), get your feet out with the momentum as it is, kick the warrior and restrain him.

- Downstairs.

Pull up the "black scale" and release the "string shaped glasses" while throwing away the stones you just picked up.

"- All right!!

Less words but perceived meaning, Lisse received a stone that danced into the universe and threw it towards the warrior - not towards the (...) four-legged red dragon (Louzio) under the warrior's ride.

Gah!

The four-legged red dragon (Lougio) slowed down dramatically, although it seemed quite painful and would not fall.

"Let's hurry up"

For a moment, I thought I'd hang on to the warriors.

I saw the face of a warrior who had encountered resistance and disobedience that would have been unexpected and who was niggered at being slowed down, and decided it was useless to put it any further.

Probably won't even come after me.

That's a face that enjoys harassment and the other person's reaction.

Maybe play over there, but not this one.

Lisse, to be exact, though.