"What have you done? Lord Shemhaza."
While painting in the subspace, the right guard piece, who sensed signs of approaching, speaks out first.
It looks like the demons of the Tree Sea have been killed.
Says the girl, dressed in loose black and with a hood deep in her eyes and half her face hidden.
"Looks like my uncle was here during this time. I wonder if he'll be here next. The Inhuman Child seemed to be mixed up, but I wonder if he was a Jesuit assassin."
Reacting to the word Inhuman Child, a delightful grin spreads on the face of the right guard piece.
"Honestly, I'm interested. Can I use it for my experimental material?
"The Inhuman Son and I are disciples and masters. The others can give it to Lord Shemhaza, but not just to him."
"Hmm, so I can get the rest, huh?
A girl called Shemhaza spills a meaningful smile.
"No... Shiro is finally finished, and I want to give it a try. I don't know how many enemies there are, but if there's too much, I don't know if you can split it it a little."
"Fine. I'd like to see it, too."
Understanding the meaning of the request of the right guard piece, the girl smiled and acknowledged.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I let the assassin go before I took it."
"Look, don't underestimate the teacher. I've never seen a magician like him before. To exotic magicians and so forth, I will not pull that off."
Proudly speaking, the Right Guard.
"Haha, which side are you on? I mean, even when I say assassin, it's like a demon, an artificial demon. I sent you a masterpiece I made."
That's what I say. The girl takes out the mirror. When I wondered if the light was flooded from the mirror, at the end of the light, the face of the person known by the right guard was shown.
"Well... is this the art of seeing distant objects"
A right-guard piece that gives a mixed voice with emotions and threats.
"It's not my technique, it's the power of this mirror. Besides, this mirror was borrowed from Sister a long time ago. Well, that's fine. Let's see what they can do here. People who are coming here will be able to preview how much power they have."
"Look, I've never even seen a teacher fight for real. Let me entertain you."
The right guard puts down a brush, turning his body toward the face of the master reflected in the air, and looking.
"You still don't want to start?
After all this time, the right-hand guard who boiled the business asked because it just extensively shows five people walking down the street.
"Hmm, it could still take a while to get there"
The right guard turned to the drawing board and took the brush again.
On the way back to Edo, a tired line was staying in an accommodation cage.
As always in the room, Kurosai is covering my chiyo, so from the sound of Ayane, I don't have to take care of it, so it helps. But that didn't mean the two of us would get along. Tired was eager to engage in witchcraft rigging and so on with Kanshiro, so Ayane is in the form of only one person left behind.
View outside through the upstairs window of the inn. Accommodation town with a sunset. The town itself feels slightly brighter thanks to the light still on the extra cage.
Already the travellers enter the cage, and the streets are barely visible. Feeling it was a quiet and calming landscape, Ayane just looked out blurry for a while.
The Ayanomoto noticed the anomaly first. The distant cages are suddenly unusually bright.
"Fire?"
Tired and Dark Sai reacted to Ayane's whining.
"There's a heterogeneous demon..."
The second sharpest tiredness in the line felt it. A magician other than ourselves, or a monster is nearby.
"Terrible...... suffering...... staying hot all the time......"
Chiyo, superior in sensitivity and sensitivity to its tiredness, was trembling clinging to the Dark Sai. The expression is pale.
"Lord Kurosai, please chiyo..."
I'll take care of it.
Tired with a knife in his hand, Kurosai nods.
"Do you mind if I go?
Ayane is offered as if to push. Because of this, Chiyo's caretaker turned to the Dark Sai, so he said those words ahead of his desire to fight alongside his tired shoulders.
"I know what distracts you... but suppress it. I'll be there."
"Yes."
They accept to fight together, and laughter spills into Ayane's mouth without suppressing him even if he tells them to suppress him.
Three people, Tired, Ayane and Kashishiro, go out of their cages. Running toward a strong source of light, it was still found to be a fire. I can see the out-of-town rental lodging burning in the distance. Looks like we've already got a couple of wild horses together.
Get to the scene of the fire. The building is burning with considerable momentum. The demolition of the adjacent lumberyard by fire extinguishers has already begun to take place in order to prevent an extension of the burning. Fire is a terrible disaster in an inn town with dense buildings.
(Wild horses get in the way...... right)
Tiredness was also resistant when it came to dignifying witchcraft-driven battles in front of their eyes. We are only nestled in the shadows of the world.
"Lord Kashiro, be wary of the ambushes."
"I understand."
Kashiro nods and turns his attention to alertness to his surroundings.
"Father..."
Ayane looking down at the tiredness beside her and speaking out. The demon is released from inside a burning house. I saw that there was someone in there who set fire to it, and I was asking for a tired judgment. Wait for the enemy to come out. Or do you two jump into the fire?
"I'll go. Ayane."
Tired pushed the wild horse away, and jumped into the flames with his handsome feet. A little later, Ayane also presses her mouth and rushes into the inn entrance.
"Whoa, what are you doing, those guys!
"Are you going crazy?!?
Suddenly, the wild horses were raising their voices when they saw the pair jumping into the flaming building with tremendous momentum.
"Mizuko Mizuko."
Tired was casting a spell as he ran. And jump inside the house, while completing the procedure.
Seven bodies of the Spirit of the Water Son, which were sealed and carried with them, are released from exhaustion. They spread thin and large as if they were cloths, and withdrew fire and smoke from the surroundings of tiredness and Ayane.
It was originally a technique used in applications that encircled enemies and blunted their movements or slaughtered them as they were, but Ayane was also known in advance to use the technique in the application of tiredness. Depending on the circumstances, Ayane was also presented as a challenge from day to day, using her head and exercising the technique she had met.
"Is that it?"
I see an unquestionable presence in the flame swirling house that is the cause of the fire, and tiredness sets up a knife.
In front of Tired and Ayane was a demon who stood on two legs and looked like neither a man nor a lizard. Moreover, its entire body is engulfed in flames, and fire erupts every breath from its mouth as well.
It is a monster and an organism. It is impossible, such as the demon of fire or the demon of fog or the demon of the apparatus, like the oral tradition imagined by people. But this appeared in the eyes of both of us as if the impossibility had become a reality.
The lizard man opens his mouth, tired and momentum erupts into flames. Though tired without difficulty, the lizard man moves his neck, aiming at the burning tiredness, and the flame stretching out of his mouth follows him after tiredness.
"Foolish burial."
Ayane completes the procedure with a gap that is attacking tiredness. More than the sleeves of Ayanomoto's kimono, countless vermilion flowers are emitted, and they descend into the universe surrounding Ayanomoto.
Lizards also noticed the technique of Ayanomoto and tried to move the attack from exhaustion to Ayanomoto, but earlier than that the technique of Ayanomoto had captured the Lizards.
The flowers fly in pieces, and the scattered red petals stick to the lizards one after the other.
Lizards pay or burn petals. I don't feel any physical changes. But the lizards soon realized. That the petals on the body have an effect on the spirit.
Lizards with the ability to manipulate fire continued to taste the pain of burning their bodies from within and from outside with flames at the same time. The pain is transformed to further enhance one's abilities. That kind of technique was applied and made. He lived, constantly savoring the pain of being burned.
But as the petals follow his body, the pain disappears from within him. My heart goes at ease. I feel like every negative emotion is being purified, and my struggle disappears somewhere. I look up at the void like a jerk.
The Lizards, filled with tranquillity, forgot the mission given to them and that they were now in battle. My heart of anger, hatred and sorrow for the hellish fate imposed on me was blown away, and I was in such a mood, as if I were in heaven alive. Someone healed me, comforted me, touched me, thought me, connected to my heart, I was also in such an illusion.
It was easy to punish a lizard man who had completely lost his temper of war and had forgotten what he was fighting for. And he opened his mouth wide, and swallowed the neck of the lizard, who wept from his eyes, and tired himself to a sword.
"I've never seen it used in action before, but it's a gentle and horrible technique."
It seems like you... were tired of not saying what you thought with your heart.
The current technique is the only original one that Ayane has knitted at the moment. There is a dazzling effect that acts on the spirit, but that loving technique is more effective than those who have darkness in their hearts. It also includes psychoactive techniques and spell-removal effects that are being cast by others.
"The difficulty is that the catalyst needs lots of fin flowers."
Ayane, who received praise, said with a delightful smile.
Out of the inn, the two return to the cage with Xiang Silong.
"What is that?
Dark Sai asks when he sees tired hands of a cloth that twirls something.
"I wanted you to see it, and I brought it. Looks like an assassin released to us."
Tired of unwrapping the cloth and showing the three lizards' necks that were inside.
"It's like a demon, but this isn't what changed people."
Xiang Shilong, a leader in monster production, says, dropping his eyes on the lizard man's head and putting his hand on his chin.
"Chiyo said it all the time while the lords were gone. Hot, painful. Didn't this demon have a spell?
Kurosai sees tiredness.
"I don't think the right guard is the one who did it..."
Tired immediately denied it.
"Then the demon pointing to the witch connected to the right guard piece? What a miserable thing to do no longer"
Standing one palm against the lizard man's neck, Kurosai chanted his sutra with a mysterious face.