Over The Infinite

Me and him are the same thing, against each other.

Me and him are each other's natural enemies, inscribed in our souls to contend.

Me and him are irresistible deaths in themselves, unacceptable beings.

It's a prepared trial, redundant system. Me and him take one seat from each other.

-1 -

Standing in front of you is the death of Watanabe Tsunami itself.

If you're an average person, you feel so overwhelmingly intimidated that you might just put it in your sight and stop all the functions of your body. Even I've worked out so far as an adventurer, such a violent beauty that I'm likely to lay unconditionally flat.

I can see my presence screaming as if I'd forgotten how to breathe, as if I'd forgotten how to move my muscles, as if I'd forgotten what nerves transmit.

The presence of Ibarra made me feel dead just being there and confronting me.

That's why you can't just die here. Because of that fucking clown, and whether that was our fate in the first place, the world change that should have already been over hasn't even begun. If you die here, all the impotence you've softened so far, and the struggle of the adventurers who fought believing that the usurped would return, are blisters of water. Both the labyrinth urban world and the dragon world collapse, the innumerable appearance continues to rob numerous worlds unchanged, and Gergial is disappointed that it was a boring spectator. I don't know what that clown is after, but if that's how it turns out, it should definitely come out on the table. There is no guarantee that the future that lies ahead is better than the world that should have existed. Rather, it is more natural to assume that results await that are not even loc.

This is exactly what a battle you will never lose. It should be stipulated to kill each other just because we confronted each other for no reason, but it carries too much.

All of them impurities. The struggle in front of us is all we have.

I feel so deep, so strong, so close that I almost empathize with you by accident. It conveys that it is the will of Ibarra.

... Oh, I understood that this is the one Gergial was talking about vs. being. I was forced to understand and convinced.

Far from everywhere, close to everywhere.

Something completely different, even though it's the same thing.

We can understand each other deeply everywhere, but we don't engage anywhere.

Encounter only at this moment of intersection.

We exist just to destroy and elevate each other. That's what I want.

It is an absolute destroyer and one that should be destroyed, but it does not generate hatred. Yet I want to kill, destroy, erase.

That is respect and respect. Kill each other with them.

A disobedience that can never exist in the same place, even though you are an understander with no more.

We're everywhere we go.

The battle began without words.

Ibarra fleshes through that gigantic body against me being drawn into this space and remaining out of shape. The speed of lightning is the threat of death that will soon become desperate to enlighten the approaching.

Accelerate consciousness. Beyond the human limit, the adventurer's limit, sharpen the senses of the whole body with readiness to burn out everything in the brain. Be sharper than anything you've experienced in the past and don't miss out on any information in this space. As I moved into combat, I felt my senses reach untouched areas.

Growth is impossible just because you confronted the strong. It rapidly increases its character as an organism.

This is the encounter with existence.

Observe the impending Ibarra while being flirted with by the expanding perception.

It's not just fast. Ibarra's movements are so streamlined that they can finally be seen, and they are so useless that they cannot be imagined from their giant bodies. I just lost my right arm, but I found that all the muscle movements I could confirm were reasonable and equipped with precision that pushed the ultimate in human-shaped movement.

That's an area that you can't reach no matter how much you pile up with a mediocre talent. It's a combination of physical talent that goes beyond an uninterrupted amount of training. I hadn't expected it from the beginning, but I'm not a simple arm strength specialist idiot if I'm wrong.

The body that looks down at me looks bigger than the footage Erica showed me before.... Probably would actually be one or two times bigger. Thick muscles like steel, armor that wraps it, and a machete longer than the body body held in your left hand are different from those in that video. The apparent difference is about the armor covering the left shoulder to hand and the inconsistent armor. Whether it has grown or evolved, it is of course possible that the Ibarras here have not gone through a battle with the Ericas, but they should be considered stronger than they were when they overthrew the S6 in the future.

Still, though, it's far from the enormity of the arms I saw just before it was taken in here. The hand that made me an eagle should have been more gigantic. I guess that's another skill or something.

The vicious face, which is rightly a ghost itself, does not feel the emotion of anger or hatred against the expression.... I know why.... No, I know because it's me. There is no such thing as waste between us. There is just the very way it is as a pair.

That's how we're made.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!"

Bark to excite the atrophied body.

I can't afford to hesitate. I don't even have time to judge. It is unacceptable for me to have such sweetness when I am an overwhelming understatement to the absolutely powerful who are coming to make decisions without any alarm. I'm on the verge of defeat from the beginning. I have no choice but to do everything in my power.

If you can't catch up with your body in time for a reaction to that velocity, leave it almost to the reflex to activate the Spider. Fatal wounds from just plundering, a blow that could be torn apart by just that if eaten properly. Accelerated to its limits, my thoughts instantly interrupt Ibarra's beginners as inescapable, denying the causes and consequences leading to that future. Had it not been for the defiant "Earthspider," there would have been no hand at that point.

A large machete is waved in front of Ibarra's left arm. It's quite splendid, but it doesn't have to be a machete. If you wield that mass with that force, you'll be able to dust it as lightly as I can.

Shortly before being attacked, he denies the Watanabe line where he was and shifts his possibilities to Ibarra's blind spot. In sight is the back of Ibarra, who waved down the machete. A slaughter that should have been completely inevitable would have slashed the sky, and Ibarra would be experiencing an inexplicable sense of discomfort.

Instead of even saying hello to such a paranormal integration. Even though this one was suddenly forced to cut the trump card, Ibarra may not even be at the end of her power as far as she can. He was the first to make me feel that kind of desperate difference.

Further upward revision of the rating, which I assumed was unlikely to be any more. This guy... he has the strength to even Gergial Hasha without a small worker. I don't know which one is up there, and it's not like comparing, but at least just being up on that mound makes a desperate difference for me.

If there's something in my favor, it means that he slapped off his right arm in an ambush, that he's weak, and that I'm his natural enemy. Natural enemies are not of a bidirectional nature, are not of a kind to be offset, nor can they be overcome. Everywhere we go, we are natural enemies to each other.

There was a blind spot where I flashed my mustache. Though at full force, the blow just wielded was shallow, like abrasion, but scratched the right flank of Ibarra from a slight gap in his armor.

Direct damage by handing out HP Critical at will. Of course, it's not fatal, it's not profound enough to inhibit action, but the attack proved to pass. Got too important a harvest.

Shortly after waving his sword that way, it caught my eye that the armor around him that he slashed was moving.

- - Form Change

Armor changes shape. Passive, but not intended for direct dealing with like Lotte's sickle, it would be like raising defensive capability more efficiently. Perhaps Arre is a protective gear that evolves autonomously to match the opponent you fight against. If you do poorly, the material itself could even be degenerating to match the attack.

I don't know how that armor came from... but I realized it wasn't just a weapon. That armor, the machete, the armor on your left arm. Every weapon he wears is no less of a first-class product than his own.

I don't have any skill in martial arts appraisals. Yet so discernible is due to the feeling of being more sharpened than you realize. Everything you see... No, everything you feel. All the information is natural and understandable.

I am not just saying that I am being pulled up in confrontation with Ibarra, who is against existence. I'm sure that's what I... the beast of cause and effect used to combine, only to come here and have a clear outline.

Naturally if you think about it a little bit. Modify the cause and effect. Unleash the possibilities that should exist. Because they are phenomena that are predicated on understanding the subject. I've been imitating skills that I've only seen a little bit, and I've come to wonder if it's one end of that ability.

So if you observe it with a little caution, you'll see. It's not as detailed or quantified as Dirk's "Information Magic," but its essence can be read.

However, the result is not fragrant. In conclusion, no direct causal alteration is possible for an individual as strong as Ibarra. Instead of Ibarra herself, it's impossible to interfere with his armor, his machete, or even the armor of his right arm. If you do poorly, you should also try to limit interference with your skills... especially unique skills derived from Ibarra. Apart from myself and his actions, the only thing that could interfere with Spider would be indirectly altering the phenomenon he caused.

For what I know is uneven from the edge, I should see it as no longer necessary to explore.

There was intense interaction in too long seconds.

This far is the first hand. My harvest is his right arm and a slight razor wound, along with a lot of information and its analysis and evaluation.

By contrast, the same information he got. And that's my drain on the offensive. … in the presence of enormous differences, it can be assumed that we have achieved results that only marginally fill the differences.

-2 -

Set up a mustache slice while you are still in the air. If you normally think about it, I want some information. I want to see how to get out. But I can't afford to observe it for long. Exploring the opponent's information should only be in the middle of a fight.

This fast-paced information processing that burns the brain is from the Spider. Confronted with existence, I obviously feel like I'm moving overclocked, but it's still unique to me. Then, at least on this occasion, I think I have a share in the intelligence battle. I don't know the truth, but it should be seen as "possibly" with such slight advantages. The problem is that its advantages are lost every time we go after time.

No matter how many unknown threats await me, I don't have a choice but to attack.

The effect of the change in shape, or another reason, Ibarra took no action against me for adding a counterattack. Less than a second apart, but that was enough time to continue and unleash the attack.

- Action Skill.

Keep spinning sideways in the air. The slaughter applied again reacted instantly, causing Ibarra's body to uneven from its orbit.

It's not an action skill, but it's an odd move. The movement took place while the movement of the muscles could not be confirmed while watching. Probably some passive skill. I don't know who you are, but that's fine now. It is important to strike this attack now.

"Ahhh!!"

Move the coordinates I existed for Ibarra's discrepancy. As it were, I shook off my knife. Of course, I won't let HP do my job.

"I've decided to hit it." Although my blow was blocked by armor, that's exactly what I was aiming for. Instead, it was a shame to find that "Whirlwind Slash" by < Mustache Cut > could only scratch the armor.

Just irrationally, the color of confusion appeared slightly in Ibarra's eyes. In an instant, it reverts back to normal, but I suspect that the reaction did not capture the details of the Spider.

And of course, it can't end like this. If I guessed, I could go on. This is more of a skill to use than it used to be, because the first blow was aimed at confirming power.

- Skill Chain.

A second blow that releases at a speeding rotation that has never been experienced before. Originally a pursuit skill that draws the same orbit, but the orbital slack was gained a long time ago. Plus, I'd be comfortable manipulating the track right now.

It's the neck you're after. It is inhibited by armor and face, and there is only a slight gap to pinpoint there.

Drop your neck like this, if possible. Honestly, I don't think I can, and I'm not necessarily going to die where I dropped my neck, but it's going to be damage that I can never ignore because of the way I feel so far.

Of course, I do not believe that the power of Whirlwind Slash/Double Series alone can form that. Fate is probably the biggest source of damage in this setting.

- Skill Chain.

Match the moment of impact to increase the effect of power and ghost attack.

The power itself is higher in "Goddess Strike/Arm Break Chi," but the array is super thermal because it's limited to the arm. I mean, this is the maximum firepower against Ibarra that I can get out decently right now...

"Chi!!"

But the results are underdeveloped. I don't even feel like cutting the meat off when I drop my neck. They can't even let me check the maximum power.

Ignoring HP, crushing the armor around his neck, the < moustache cut > that should have reached his neck had been stopped by Ibarra's teeth.

It wasn't the blade that stopped it, it was the blade. The attack itself has not been established, but therefore it did not have a special attack effect? I don't want to think I stopped after the effect got on......

Worst case anyway as a way to deal with it. The same is true of the fact that the attack was prevented, but the problem is that it cannot be directly interfered with in Spider.

If it had been circumvented, it could have twisted the cause and effect as well as the first blow and forced it to hit. Whether he understood it or not, he handled it close to being completely correct.

At the time of the first meeting, there is certainty that Ibarra was not able to cope with the Spider. Yet analysis was performed and optimized just to react in the middle. That means... he's evolving more rapidly in battle than I do now.

I'm not kidding, Oi.

The worst action ever taken creates a moment of stray. As such, the decision was delayed as to whether to push < beard cut > in or migrate to a rearrangement.

The correct answer is rearranged. The blade can't be on me right now, such as the behavior that goes on from here on out, beyond being completely stopped by Ibarra's teeth.

However, in the moment leading up to the answer, Ibarra felt herself begin to use her strength to chew through the < beard cut >. He began to try to destroy < beard-cutting >, which should have the capability of "immortality" rather than "immortality".

Abnormal behavior to the point where I'm out of line right now. Is there something that crushes your weakness and natural enemy, the sole, defined as never destroying, without question?

The analysis of the root of that power is… impossible. However, I felt the endurance value of < moustache cut > decrease.

What the hell is it made of? That tooth!?

- Action Skill

Deny skill post-move rigidity in "The Spider". Switch to a smaller < red > and let him escape from his teeth.

Shortly after the distance is slightly away, a machete gripped by Ibarra's left arm is swung up from the diagonal bottom. Analysis...... avoidable. A slaughter that I can handle right now. This is just a restraint.

It's an area beyond the limit of movement of the human body, but I was forced to twist and bend my body and escape to the rear. Land just a few meters apart. The pursuit is...... not.

At the moment of landing, bones all over his body swelled up at too much load that occurred during evasion, causing his muscles to break, but still acceptable. It is now this kind of thing just to avoid restraint. I can't afford to feel pain or anything.

-3-

- Action Skill

Switch to < moustache cut > again.

One of my uri is the immediate tactics to suit the opponent and the situation, but I have no choice but to have this weapon that seems to work for him. In other weapons, even with the Special Attack effect on board, it can only be to the extent of traction.

And, of course, I'm not the only one who got time to get in shape.

- Action Magic

Countless twats stretch out of my slashed right arm, shaping my arm and turning it into a ghost arm.

I was surprised that what I saw was a plant, and at the same time I was convinced.

Tsu, Ibara's former image of Ibara, is supposed to be a place name, and even if its place name had its origins, it would have no direct edge. Yet it is likely that the image that I associate with the letter is the basis for this reflection of the plant tsu. Maybe that's why the floor where Ibarra was sealed was a plant.

- - Form Change

There, the armor is restored so that it stretches and the right arm is not completely back together...

I don't feel any sign of "The Right Arm of bulimia". Whether you completely cut off every existence or simply take time to restore, anyway, that's just a substitute in time.

Ibarra, who adds that new right arm and holds the machete in front of her with both hands. He may also have the "Haughty Arms," but that would be the way the weapon was supposed to be.

To match, I put < moustache cut > in the sheath and lean forward. Prepare for Flash, the fastest attack I can hit with a moustache. It should be easy to read that he is also a skill in the system of living together.

If you cut off just the scene, you'll get the impression that it's a match between swordhawks. There is something close in the sense that it may be determined by a single hand of special assassination, but this is a death fight between supermen far beyond the realm of man. Even if one is taken in time, the specific gravity depends more on physical ability than the reach of the knife. These few meters are already in each other's range.... Either way, Ibarra is better than me in terms of reach, stature, strength, and speed.

I am confident that if I turn to receive it, I will be pushed off immediately. I want to take the lead if possible. But I couldn't get into the difference in skill between the sensible Ibarra temper and the isolated weapon.

All the results of brain simulations are instant kills. It was decided that the use of "Spider" would not give him an effective opportunity to attack. But I'm sure I don't have time to hold my hand. As I first assumed, I was feeling my advantages disappear with my skin accelerating.

There's so much difference in strength between us that we can't compare as far as we can tell by the information so far, and the number of tactical drawers is different. The information obtained by observing is important, but there is a greater risk that the properties of the Spider will be breached. The foundations of the tactics collapse when the "earthspider" resting on the backbone does not work. It is also obvious that it is not the person you can spare.

Therefore, it was my only winning muscle to settle the trump card at a stage where I wouldn't let it break its identity... but it was fatally past being stopped from the first "God Strike".

If you consider his ability to analyze, you'll run out of my drawers with a few more hands. What is required is a settlement to that point. By my victory, of course.

- Action Skill

- Action Skill

Immediately after I moved to get ahead, the time that existed until then disappeared.

Ibarra's skills, activated almost simultaneously, are for mobility. Close range aimed at completely breaking apart, not the minimum necessary time to carry out the attack. Ibarra emerges in front of my eyes after a hypervelocity trip that seemed to recognize that it was in a perception stretched beyond this limit and had disappeared.

- Skill Cancel -

Ibarra's machete is already in front of her, even though she is in an activated position, forcing her to cancel the Flash of Moment, which has been confirmed to collapse in time and become underdeveloped.

Even though you can ignore activation motion and post-move rigidity by canceling, not all the actions you have taken to do so are gone. Too unstable a posture to get around to receiving. It would be a great gap if you tried Ibarra.

- Skill Chain.

It is cut down by a machete that is released. But if it just can't be that much skill, it breaks the essence of skill.

This is... a contradictory simultaneous attack by cutting down and cutting up by a machete. Alternatively, it generates the same sword attack from the reverse direction of the sword muscle. Action skills similar in nature to the Dream Blade, eating counters by reverse direction attacks if simply avoided. Unlike the dispersed Fantasy Blade, however, this is a sword strike with exactly the same power on both sides. Extremely bad first look.

Naturally, but interception is out of consideration for what kind of attack. There is no technique or skill to defend at the same time. Avoidance itself is possible if even the essence is thus read, but its direction and means are limited. Perhaps Ibarra uses her skills in anticipation of it. This is a hand in narrowing the other person's behavior. If we evade, we are convinced that that is the deadly blow awaiting us.

Derive the best hands in this setting at high speed and move to immediate action.... again, get the "Flash of Moments" activated posture.

It is difficult to see or avoid. It is not a force difference that can be intercepted. Besides, if we dodge it, we have a deadly pursuit ahead of us.

... Then I'll be slaughtered. As you wish, I'll cut you off.

Slashing from up and down two directions is tearing my body apart. The sharpened sensation directly conveys the feeling that bones and organs are mutilated.

And then the body filled with signs that such pain would jump across some dimension and lead to death just by touching it.

Literally, it was made into two straight strands from shoulder to crotch. If you look at it, the sight that convinces everyone that a settlement has been reached. Yet Ibarra sees little alarm. The remnants are abnormal if we get this far. That is certainly unnatural for me to be slaughtered by adults. You're sure I can do something from this situation.

If you maintain this state of amputation, you will die instantly. You have to use "The Spider" to deny the consequences. But doing so will lose valuable opportunities to fight back.

So I chose to fight back with my torn half. By the time they are disconnected, they are ready to activate. All you have to do is swing through your right hand.

- Action Skill

The blade cleaves Ibarra's abdomen. It's a madness counter that is finally established on the assumption that it will be turned into two things.

But this one's been mutilated, and you just got slashed shallow for nothing!!

- Skill Chain.

Now it's time to catch it. It was just the momentum unleashed by the right arm alone, but it definitely knocked in a damaging blow.

At best, the blade, which was supposed to stop in the abdomen, slashed Ibarra's armor wide through the torso and pulled it backwards.

... This is the limit point. Any further pursuit meant my death.

"Ouch Chiggy Funny!!"

- Action Skill.

In front of death, I deny only the consequences of my mutilation. My counterattack was complete while taking such deep damage that it required a voice to activate in the sharpened to this extreme.

My damage was denied by the Spider and reconstituted behind Ibarra, who swung through the < moustache cut >. It's intact, but I don't feel that way very much. The sensations and hallucinations of slaughter remain intact, and I don't feel signs of death rushing through my body.

The price is huge. The same is true of the cost of consumption, but yes, it is not a hand that can be taken many times. As far as Ibarra's ability to cope is concerned, it's a bizarre abandonment that won't work twice.

If you're gonna consider my bills, there's no more respite. This place should be folded...

- Action Magic.

But I'm not the only one who was thinking that. Even with his torso half-baked, Ibarra had moved on to his next hand in the meagre amount of time I flipped his body.

This is not an aggressive judgment. If you consider it magic, you won't be able to make it unless you start prepping me when you slaughtered me. Have you come to pack, assuming I behave like that?

"Damn!!"

It was a phytosaurus with a beard. It stretches as if it were willing and unfolds in a circle around my foot.

Immediately, he nursed that this was the same thing as Ibarra's body. In other words, it is impossible to alter this itself. Even if it could be done, it would not be possible to target all of the existing items individually.

This is the optimal solution to the Ibarra derived in just a few interactions. It was a simple and effective "Spider" remedy.

Oh, you're so right, damn it!!

He wielded the < moustache cut >, cleaved the bamboo trying to tangle in his leg, and jumped to escape.

... indisputable bad hands. But I couldn't possibly not handle it if I knew. They chose a better choice among the worst. Because if you can stop your leg, that's the end.

Ibarra's pursuit is coming. unstable aerial warfare. Even as I fly, the giant Ibarra stays on her feet on the ground and her next hand is released.

- Action Skill.

Released from Ibarra. That was so familiar that I thought it was a mistake.

Do you use your skills against ghosts? It is not surprising in itself that it can be used beyond being a "knife technique", but what choice is it? No way, I'm the Villain of Atrocities, so there's an element that works? Such an asshole.

As thoughts rushed through the tension in the field, I changed the coordinates from sword muscle to a predicted safety zone due to the alteration of the Spider. But...

"Nah..."

Ibarra even prepended its destination and was releasing her next hand. You deny that you were there, so you can't make predictions from your movements. If I could do that, I'd only know the subject's thoughts...

- Over Skill.

Shit.

The moment I saw it, signs of death erupted from all over my body. Threats are being rolled out right now in front of us so much that we can even afford to devote resources to thought.

I'm the one who kills me. Take me... it's a special skill that's only available to kill Watanabe Tsunami.

You must not be slashed. Never touch it. A dangerous substitute for even seeing the fat muscles.

Unanalyzable. Interception, defense, evasion all difficult and unrealistic. It is possible to activate the Spider, but the hands taken from it are even more limited. Whereas Ibarra has shown so much instant response, it is nothing short of fatal injury. Tsu at the foot further expands its range, and Ibarra's predictions are far beyond my assumptions to be accurate. Repeat, no matter how you scratched it, it was jilli poor, and the victory was visible far away.

The action I took was an attack on the choices I made. It's an attack, not an interception.

I decided it was best to face the deadly Special Attack skill that should never be eaten. Even if they release their skills, they don't have to be established in a complete way. I don't know how far it can be attenuated. In the first place, it is unclear what kind of skills, but it is also true that there will be no later if we do not come forward here.

The luxury of not being able to move with fear is unacceptable. Just set the line for the victory that lies ahead.

- Over Skill.

Swing < moustache cut > to avoid Ibarra's machete being swung down. Aim left wrist. Even if the damage was shallow, there were thoughts that I might be able to interrupt my skills.

Everything is a desirable bet, whether you hit it or not, whether you can shake it off in the first place. Even if I hit it, I'm more than likely going to die if my skills stay the same.

But even Ibarra had read such a shallow beating.

- Skill Cancel -

"Goddess Strike/Break Chi" was interrupted during activation. That's not by my hand, it's by Ibarra's will.

Without being able to react to much amazement, the < moustache cut > I shook down cut the sky. There's no Ibarra's right wrist there, and the machete is swinging only with her left hand.

What the hell happened? I couldn't read Ibarra's thoughts. Does this guy have the next hand until he cancels a skill that could kill me?

It was Ibarra's fist that came into my eyes as my thoughts were complicated by an incomprehensible development. It was a sight of my left hand gripped as hard as a rock swinging at me.

I realized as I thought it was no way to be a simple fistfight.

What had to be prevented was not < Tsutsu's machete >. It wasn't The Right Arm of Raging Eclipse or anything else that should have been really wary. Even "Goddess Strike/Break Chi" is a charm card.

This is... this left arm itself, my most fearful death itself. That's the root.

- Action Skill "Watanabe's Left Arm" -

After the choice has already been made. The activation of the Spider will not take place in time.

Neither alteration nor evasion did the defense without even materialize, and a giant fist of stripping hit my body directly.

-4-

That was a decisive blow.

Ibarra's fist... The Left Arm of the Watanabe Tsunami did extreme damage to my body with only its original power and blew it away.

The only reason it hasn't fallen apart is because it activates the delayed activated Spider against the body, desperately stopping it from connecting. Otherwise, it would have been dust by now.

I crash into the wall from my back, and I feel nothing when I fall as-is. I can't feel it. Instead of the five completely dysfunctional senses, only the situation around the Spider made it perceptible was perceived somewhat more clearly.

It was a blow you should never eat.

The difference was so isolated that any attack would have been fatal. You can't just plunder and devour it for heavy damage, if you eat it decently, you can't devour it for any attack in that situation.

But instead of those deadly elements, they ate ghost bills that should be dealt with as a matter of priority.

One or two limbs can be rebuilt. I let him decide to strike back even if he now had his body cut straight from his shoulder. Polar theory, if you don't die, it's the Spider that doesn't matter depending on the resources. There are various things to consider, such as activation time, analysis of cause and effect, understanding of the subject, resistance of the substance, etc., but if there is still one or two blows, it should have been taken back.

But this isn't it. It's powerful, it's unbearable, that's not the dimension.

Colle is a special attack gear for authentic versus Watanabe schema, a thing to root scrape out Watanabe schema. The Watanabe Synopsis includes every "earthspider", one of the few bills that can be used against Ibarra, and destroys every being.

It looks like a ghost arm, but its identity is, as its name suggests, the very arm of the Watanabe line in previous life, which became the origin of Ibarra. He used it as his own left arm.

If Ibarra is death itself to me, then that left arm is even more at its root. Ibarra was born more than that arm, and I was killed by that arm.

It is desperately disconnected by the remnants of the slightly left "Spider", but even if resources remain, the body is useless if worn out. It seems we can't even deny the damage.

Even while I'm doing this, I feel the Watanabe line crumble. Even if it's possible to recover, I don't know how much time I need. I don't even know if there's any chance of that.

Above all, how many seconds the hell can Ibarra afford to pack the distance? Though I did some damage, he's close to full. Even the damage I did to my abdomen should be seen as healing as if I'd regenerated my left arm round. At least not damaging enough to inhibit behavior. If you consider his prudence as my criterion, it is possible that he is measuring the power of Watanabe's Left Arm, which he should have used for the first time, but that would be a matter of maximum vigilance for a few seconds. If he's wrong, he won't judge me for pretending to be dead.

What do we do? What more can we do?

... did I lose? No matter how much strength was isolated, no matter how much it was because we were captives of cause and effect with the same traits, it was because we were the worst match for each other, a pair of beings...... in such an absolutely unbeatable setting.

- Just kidding, Janai.

Is it Watanabe Tsunami that gives up here? If you mean Ibarra vs. Existence, face him till the end.

Stop in any predicament and continue to resist. Even if existence itself was about to collapse, it would not change. Because he is such an opponent, he can go to the next stage if he destroys it.

It's too impudent as it is. Too bad. I should have stood up with my chest open that I was the one to destroy you.

But what can be done if the soul is on the verge of being crushed by the Watanabe line itself?

Bones all over the body crushed, muscles severed a thousand times, nerves dimensioned, internal organs mostly ruptured or suspended. I don't have that talent over my ex, but it's impossible to force it to move with magic.

But thoughts are still working. In a situation where my heart stops and I can't provide oxygen, I'm not supposed to keep thinking about using the specs in full for long, but I haven't given up yet. A few seconds stretched to this extreme...... or in a comma second, I have to grasp a way out of this predicament.

Something... Something must happen. Even if that's an unlimited possibility, there's no turning from scratch unless you believe it's there.

In such despair, I felt like I saw the face of Watanabe Tsunami in my previous life. I'm sure that's the only mockery that malice shows.

In a desperate situation, he laughs when he sees that the live path he created using extraordinary means is about to crumble.

What the hell am I missing? You're saying I'm not enough to pay a huge price so far and get nothing? So what more do you want me to give him?

That it was a mistake in the first place for humans to beat ghosts? Wasn't it possible to get to this stage because of the possibility of victory?

In the first place, I wonder if this was really a battle to win.

Your strength with Ibarra is isolated and natural. Being incompatible with each other and natural enemies is not an absolute advantage, even if it is an element of battle. I prepared a trump card called "The Spider". Because his weakness is supreme. In fact, it was in the form of a battle. I could have done the damage.

But there's too little sway. Without any alarm, Ibarra did not overestimate or underestimate me, but persisted in hunting me down with sophistication as if playing chess. This is the result of the plate that went on like that.

I am aware that I am a killer in character. I am confident that I will try to bounce back some differences. Unless, however, the other person is of exactly the same nature and has a desperate difference in strength. Where is there a gap in such an opponent?

A lonely ghost with an iron wall, no shaking whatsoever, just foolish, who continues to be an enemy of the Watanabe Tsunami. Isn't that the only way I felt necessary to destroy malice itself?

Was I ever able to stand up to such an ideal? How much, though my death itself, is not even being fed, such as me, whose existence itself is about to be erased with one punch?

I'm not going to bother feeding him. But it's too bad you haven't even been able to feed it.

Isn't that too untrue to him?

Now I know.

I don't know if it's an intentionally prepared stage, but it wasn't supposed to be here that Ibarra and I met.

A species called man is only fragile. Even if you were qualified, how much training would it take to get closer to the chunk of violence embodied as an ideal?

Perhaps the originally assumed form met after repeated reincarnations.

A stage that exists only before you have been crumbled from the ground up by what you have built up in your life repeatedly, repeatedly, and still continue to hone yourself.

That's how you break the Watanabe line, restore it, and if it's not enough yet, Ibarra destroys the world. At the end of that kind of drilling is Watanabe Tsuna and Ibarra's showdown.

... that was supposed to happen.

It's irregular that I'm here like this. What you get from destroying the world you should be in was just one of the steps to destroy me.

I couldn't accept it, but I found an impossible way out, and here I am.... I got through it.

And yet, how impudent. What a pity. Do I sacrifice so many people, so many worlds, that I can't even live up to being an Ibarra versus being, but just perish pointlessly?

Instead of taking responsibility for destroying the world, you're not fulfilling anything.

- No matter how much you eat the world, you gain the power to tamper with cause and effect, but you are only one human being.

I hear voices. That's the voice of the beast of cause and effect I ate to get here.

But that's impossible. He's not here anymore. He won't talk to me, and it's me in the first place, so this is just a question of my own. I can tell this is my subconscious proxy.

... but I also felt that if I were to distract myself from all that I didn't want to see, there might be a truth that I hadn't turned to yet, and I deafened my ears.

There, I wonder if there's a way to crack this packed situation open.

If you curse, I accept it. Even criticism comes naturally. Still, if there's a slight overlook in it.

- You don't deserve an Ibarra right now.

I know that. I know a hundred things about being weak. Weak, but that's why we made things worse.

Now, I'm not going to distract you from that.

- It's my consciousness that it's not enough. The definition of who Ibarra is versus the Watanabe must be clarified.

I'm me. I'm Watanabe Tsunami. I'm the only one who can make that pair.

It's against existence. That's why we're here.

- Yes, you are Watanabe Tsunami. What about me?

I couldn't answer that question instantly. It wasn't that I didn't know the answer, I didn't understand what the question meant.

Am I the beast of karma? Or whether or not to include the subconscious in me. No... I'm not.

- Why does Ibarra destroy the world? How far is the face that fills the celestial bodies an unlimited appearance? How did the dragon man Gergial Hasha treat the dragons, the sons of the Imperial Dragon...

Why, I'm fighting alone.

- There is no condition that the prisoners of cause and effect must be individual -

How did I get here in the first place?

With the help of the adventurers to mask their singularities.

Even Gergial, who should have been the enemy, helped.

It was Yuki who stopped the clown from interrupting.

The second crashed beyond its limits to get me here.

It's not just this series of streams. I've always been pushed back by someone. I'm aware of that, and I understand that.... I was going to.

"Anyway, it's a battle that betrayed the fate of the world, so it's belly-up. There's a better chance of us all getting involved and fighting."

That's what Lianatha said and sent me out of the infinite corridor void.

"If you're a prisoner of cause and effect I know, you don't have to think about it, but you'll need it in the future."

That's what Gergial said to me about moving forward with an operation against an unlimited amount of appearance.

Are neither of those words based on discerning my true nature? He told me to involve everything around me and take him on the road, not individually, and to fight on it.

Watanabe Tsunami is not just a Watanabe Tsunami individual, but is finally established, including everything around it.

Sky Dragons The Dragon's Son is the Fang and Claw of the Imperial Dragon. Aware that it is part of the power of the Imperial Dragon wielded to destroy the only malice, the Imperial Dragon also acknowledges it.

The innumerable faces and names that make up the innumerable appearance are not originally held by the person, but taken from someone. There even exists another personality there, an independent consciousness of Nirvana silence.

Ibarra's destruction of the stars presupposes that there's something I've piled up there. Even if one of me gets killed by him, I won't keep scratching my feet this far. If I were alone, I'd embrace death somewhere.

Isn't the weapon or protective equipment wielded by the adventurer his own power? How are your skills? Can anyone argue that the environment they have gone through to gain power was created by themselves?

No one is telling you to fight with just the power you were born with.

And, of course, the only malice.... is not such a detention for a purpose in the first place. Any opponent who destroys himself in any way would welcome it.

I said I would use any cowardly hand if I could get through this situation. Yet somewhere in my heart, I recognized that I had to make the settlement with Ibarra on my own.

In fact, it would have been difficult to bring someone to this stage. Even if I arrived with the second, I should have been the only one to be drawn here. It is only natural that I take precedence over being Watanabe Tsunami and its core.

I don't think there's been a mistake in how we got here. Mistakes are my perception. Because I am an unparalleled and unforgivable blame, I carry myself to a sin that no one has told me to bear, and I am crushed by its weight. That can't be right.

How far is it your sin, what makes redemption or something like that come true for those who have not been able to make that cut? I was a fool who didn't even see the snail of my sins when I got here.

What was missing is consciousness. How should I be there to go first?

I don't know why I admitted it, but I felt the perception of the Spider had widened.

-5-

It was the appearance of the world that jumped into recognition because of the spread of perception. perceive vast amounts of information through its own senses through the Spider rather than through vision.

It's a wave of information that people can't see. Naturally, it's stored in infinite corridor virtual layers, or even that can't handle the jumped range of information or anything like that.

What we should see now is a more micro perspective. Even if it's something you need to know sooner or later, it's not now. Now all I need to know is what I need to know.

Its range extends beyond the squares of the showdown, beyond the corridors that connect the world, beyond the Kugelschreiber, into the dragon world and into the body of an unlimited amount of appearance. Recognize that information in perception, not vision.

There was a figure of Gaul fighting Mr. Ligres there.

To the lonely tiger who fights countless kaonashi on his back, he beats that it is a fiction. Just be straight.

There were appearances of Moya and Tilia fighting against the massive Nirvana silence.

Fighting the usurpation, not pulling any strings, and standing there erecting a giant shield that I once said I could not handle, that I was an immovable fortress.

There were adventurers and many dragons who still resisted the seizure, the embodiment of irrationality, and Mr. Glenn, who directed it.

The existence that once filled my chest is still unrecoverable. But it's close to within reach.

There were images of chimeras struggling to stop shepherds from leaving, running endlessly through environments that were subject to many restrictions on movement in people.

You cannot enter the spiritual world in the presence of vastly different spiritualities. Then I realized it was my job to just do what I could.

He was reunited with Silver Dragon and there was a tearful figure of Sky Dragon.

I had difficulty getting there. But I regret my own powerlessness, which has emerged more than that.

With a collapsed artificial satellite on his back, there was a figure of Hao Long fighting Blade Dragon in space.

Yourself exposed to something too unusual. Compatriots who are still exposed to the unusual. The realm dragon did what it had to do with itself. Then he growls that it is he who next shows the way of General Wu Long.

Sarjes and Werner... yeah, well, what is that?

In a nostalgic school building, there was a figure of Clarice scratching the cakera of lost memories.

Countless kaonashi are around the girl immersed in warm watery memories.

Though rescued, there was a lizard old man who was struck by his powerlessness.

I threw up saying it was opportunistic. I kept exposing myself to ugliness that this wasn't supposed to happen to you for renouncing your role. Hiding in the back of my heart was a miserable self that could not be changed. I kept scratching to change, and as a result, I was stuck doing nothing different from what I once was.

There was no way to follow Berenvar, who was single and advanced to the depths of his unlimited appearance.

But the footsteps toward it were certain and made me feel unwavering and righteous.

I was wary of the unusual result that none of the shepherds were there after I left. I haven't given up as anyone yet, even though there was never any damage throughout.

This information will not just be a confirmation task, but will be directly linked to the accuracy of the world alteration by the Spider.

Clear information about the peculiarities that were obscure. That should lead to more room to use against Ibarra.

The figure of those who struggle is never in vain. You can't waste it.

On the other hand, the second still remains lying on that corridor, and Yuki and the clown are still fighting.

Ladine and Borg, Dirk and Serafina watching out for an unlimited number of appearance and strategy strategies from the outside. Then the nameless also do their part.

I felt eyes on Gergial, who was in the corner of that room, truly pierced the intentions of his allies to the end.

There is still no Dammus in the Crust Passage.

And Nayu and the others... have been staring at this one. It's not a mistake.

... that's an unusual feeling that shouldn't be possible. I peek back at perceptions I recognize through The Spider.

It's not just the others or Gergial. Just like that, I feel another paranormal gaze. Someone said they were staring at my experience. Perhaps it's a stripper or an innumerable appearance. It's the kind of perception that paranormal beings have.

Besides that, I even felt something like a sign of a giant...... Imperial Dragon. It was also evidence that the Imperial Dragon had not yet perished.

... that this is the perception of those who are truly called paranormal?

And the nearest paranormal...... Ibarra...

My consciousness... is back.

Blurry and visual are the battlefields that were playing extreme death fights with Ibarra until just now.

Whether the restoration of the Spider has caught up with the collapse of the progressing soul, it is possible to grasp its surroundings even if it cannot move. My whole body feels the same and I can't move it. But I was able to open my eyelids and open my eyes. I felt like I was already experiencing a miracle at that point.

More amazing than that is time. I'm confused by the fact that I'm still alive, even though a few seconds would have passed.

Why, I'm alive.

There's no way Ibarra would hesitate to stab Todome at someone she can't move. I understand better than anything that he's not the one who does such pointless, ridiculous things.

It's hard to think that I did something unconsciously. If so, it can't be caught in the perception of the Spider. Then there must be an unknown factor that I don't perceive...

The sound of a sharp sword attack woods the spirit and strikes me in the ear, which has not yet cut off the senses. Far at first, near as consciousness returns. Over and over again.

That's the battle sound that Ibarra sounds.... fighting someone.

I noticed someone standing in front of me. There's a circle and something black swirling around it.

It's black, black shadow. It's not that I don't recognize it, but that something like a black shadow actually takes the shape of a person.

"... eh"

I saw the impossible. Recognize correctly and still, an abnormal situation where what you see in your eyes can only be seen as hallucinations.

There are six black shadows in total.

It's the black shadow itself, as it seems, that stands to protect me and plays Ibarra and the swordplay.

One of them...... I felt like I had eyes on a shadow that had something like a wand and provided cover with magic.

"… S6"

The only presence on the data that was supposed to appear only through the simulator was fighting Ibarra.