When True and Apricot left the room, Viper and Li Mei stood in front of the door.
"Is that it? Don't you see it? Or is it over already? I didn't feel any sign he was doing it, but was there any trouble?
With a face that looks unexpected, Li Mei asks questions early in the arrow succession.
"I showed it to you the other day when someone was here. Maybe I figured you'd be tougher this time."
and apricots.
"If you're free, why don't you play this one?
Once again, it irritates a huge amount of killing, and the truth looks up at the viper.
(Anyway, if you're consciously intimidating me, if you're doing it unconsciously, you can't be an assassin - you're the type. He's a fighter who can only kill each other from the front. I feel unconscious.)
If you care about that, you can assassinate him. Vipers analyze it.
"Hey, True, are you even resenting this guy?"
"It's just a personal fight, so I hope you don't give me a hand."
To Li Mei, who asks, truly answers that with a sounding voice that is even cooler than usual.
"Oh, you mean..."
So finally Viper guessed why he was truly hostile.
"That's the thing. It's something you shouldn't do. Though I was a little too. [M] I didn't think I could give him a hand wound."
Apricots also understood what the truth was saying. At the same time you understand, you will experience pain like something pointy in your chest will sting you, and blood will climb on your head.
"Are you that angry that you hurt him? Where are you so in love?"
Vipers who say it badly.
"That's not the relationship. There is nothing wrong with Snow Oka the other day. I know that. But nobody but me should hurt him. That's the absolute inviolability of this world and I've decided. It's one of my purposes to protect him."
(You're not too delicate, this guy. Grandeur in front of the apricots......)
Li Mei makes her face snap. A glance at the apricot side was there, trembling with anger and jealousy. We've known each other for a long time, but I've never seen Li Mei like this before.
(I see. It's not just a freakin 'hale, it's a deeply connected bond.)
Viper, on the other hand, was intuitive when he heard the true statement. I have those bonds myself. Midori, for example, who I'm protecting right now, is right.
"I don't hate hungry ghosts with good prestige, but I guess you're ready to get bummed out, huh?
"Ready? There's nothing like that. I'm just gonna win."
"I thought your husband said the same thing. Make me laugh at the similarities. Rah."
That being said, Viper was a true face. For the other person, I don't feel like joking about anything when I think I've touched something I shouldn't. I can't make fun of you or take it lightly. You have to stand up seriously.
"It's the kid's amulet again. It's called blue, it's called him, it's called Midori, it's called Gwen, it's called this guy, I want you to give me a break... Besides, I don't want to do this because I owe you."
All the words Viper uttered were sincere. It is polite to stand under grand challenge, and a regular viper would come to battle with respect and joy, but for a variety of reasons the truthful hand does not feel that way.
I don't owe you anything else.
"No, there is. You've been in contact with my husband, interfering with Yukioka. Some of them were saved by it. Well, even if you didn't do anything, he might have come."
(That's not the only reason. There's a more lethal reason.)
Look at the viper. Li Mei squeaks without speaking up. From Li Mei, who knows why, I even feel sorry for the viper.
"Even if you're not willing to go that way, we're going this way."
"Uh, I guess. Shh. I'll deal with them."
Viper tells him quietly and quietly releases his fighting spirit.
"Grasp, you guys don't shut up and watch. If you stop, which is it? especially apricots."
Vipers gently protest against apricots and Limei, keeping a true eye on them.
"You can mess it up."
On an apricot that said cold with a hard voice, Viper felt only a little chill in his neck muscle, with a pulling grin.
He looks like a child - but the contents are seconds away from being confronted by two powerful sorcerers who use the same genre. The fluorescent lights in the room went out unexpectedly. The only room without windows is the lights emitted by power lamps such as consoles, computers, routers, etc.
Tired of setting up a black sword in darkness. Aiming for the moment when the room was filled with darkness, Midori took the wooden sword of the sword and tried to devour the accidental blow with tiredness, but watched the tiredness lay undisturbed at all, spilling an invincible grin.
Tired is prevented by a knife when shooting at the tibia. The reaction was delayed because tiredness works better with dark eyes than ordinary people, but it is not surgery, and I don't really remember an attack aiming below my belly by means of a weapon.
Shortly afterwards, the lights lit up the room again. While pushing the switch with mindfulness power, Midori pokes at the tired throat as the light lights up.
Tired smiles, shafting one foot and twisting his body to the side, again in a critical place.
The current series of attacks was quite remarkable. Feeling the cold sweat erupt, while intoxicated by the thrill at the same time, Tired kicks the floor while keeping his body half spinning, slightly distancing himself from Midori.
Because of the unfavourable reach of the weapon, I also thought about jumping into the other person's nostrils at once, but I felt tired was intuitive and some kind of trap was being set. It's not just a battle between martial arts. And Shizuno magicians often have a number of unique knitting techniques as well as the basic Shizuno Liu Witchcraft, and I don't know what they're going to do.
(Huh, with a good idea. If you jumped into my nostalgia, I would have eaten the counter. ~)
Midori didn't try to chase him. I had a tired instinct. I was going to stretch the ribbon from close range and tangle it up all at once, but that prospect was removed.
"Heh, my ancestors, you seem happy ~. It feels so dark until now, you're so bright and lively."
Midori says smiling himself.
"I like to fight."
To be brief, tiredness concentrates for surgery. Feeling the signs, Midori also casts the spell a few seconds behind the comma.
"Cannibal Fluorescent"
The flashing of light that shapes the shape of the Three Days and Moons manifests itself as hundreds around tiredness.
"Man-eater Fluorescent ~"
Midori also, with a single spell, manifests countless little flashes of light, just like tiredness. same procedure. But there were about two differences from tiredness. One is that there are habits all over the intonation of the name of the art. Another obviously different number of light flashes.
(More than me...)
This is the first time in this technique that I have surpassed myself, although I am tired of seeing myself as a user of Shizuno Liu Witchcraft.
Numerous lights born around the two dance madly at about the same time, pouring down to enemies a few steps away. Much of the light collides with each other and strikes out. It is a form that prevents enemies from touching each other with their own light before they touch their bodies.
However, due to the limited number of differences, tiredness could not remain on the spot. Midori's light, which breaks through the barrage of tired light, hits from all angles tirelessly.
Though tiredness deflected them cleverly, or prevented them with a knife, and did so with no damage, the spiritual advantage was clearly compromised.
"Yea! Excellent condition ~! Ababa!
After all the light went out, I put one knee and one arm on the floor, and Midori laughs happily when she sees tiredness breathing roughly in a position like a cat.
"Black curtains!
When Midori spreads his hands vigorously to the left and right, screaming, something like a lacquered black cloth appears between Midori and Tired, its widening ever larger. Tired peeled his eyes when he saw the sight.
"It would be terrible to use that technique in a trial."
The black cloth became completely invisible to Midori, and when it spread wide all the way to the ceiling, it wrapped tiredness from up, down, left and right.
"That's all right. It's not the art of killing."
Midori says and looks back. A huge black mass ahead fills a tiring space, but I know I'm not tired there anymore. Behind Midori, the space-transferred tire was about to wave down a knife placed on the upper stage.
Midori sensed that he had been slaughtered in the pattern of a sword, but not only attacked by a sword. Immediately after the spatial metastasis, he is simultaneously exercising another technique.
A bright red bluff blows out of the area where the black sashimi and sword pattern intersect, expanding at a rapid rate. Midori hastily tried to get a distance, but the red bush had already reached and grabbed a small hand on Midori's shoulder and chest.
That was like a baby painted all over his body with blood. That's not alone either. Several bloody babies melted in half and their bodies mixed together, shaped as if there were several layers of dough.
And as if all of the doughed babies were willing to be independent. The faces of several of the babies that have appeared have a disgusting grin with their gaze at Midori.
It's an unknown technique. I guess it's a tired original. The hand that grabs Midori is so strong that it doesn't seem like the power of the baby. I also wanted to see what would happen if they kept grabbing me, but it would be boring to take damage that would lead to defeat.
"Let, let, hey"
Shortly after saying off, showing his teeth and laughing, the ribbon on Midori's collar stretches out in multiple divisions, tangled in the hands of the babies grabbing Midori, strangling him and pulling him away from Midori.
One voice distorts the faces of the babies in dissatisfaction and gives them dissatisfaction such as "uhh" and "buh". But when the ribbon's strangling power increased, to the point of tearing the skin of the baby's hand, eating it into the flesh and spraying blood, the strangled baby cried out, and the other babies laughed when they saw it and tried to freak it out at the same time.
"My ancestors, what is this evil hobby?"
Midori asks when she has a pulling face.
"It's red dough. If you like it, can I tell you after the trial?
"I don't need it."
The number of ribbons increased further, and the whole red dough, which soars like a tower on the floor, was wound multiply, but tired saw it and lifted the surgery, and the babies disappeared with a disgruntled voice.
"It's been thirty years... since Junko, hasn't it? What made you go around with someone you really seem to enjoy? It's the same Shizuno clan - a strange connection to the rebirth of Chiyo."
"Before I became Shizuno's magician, I was close to my ancestors and Ayano's sisters? Or enemies?
To ask Midori, Tired smiled small.
"I picked you up unfamiliar and tried to raise you as a Shizuno magician, though. He died covering up a friend."
Hundreds of years ago, the sight of that time and her voice and death face were burning clearly in tired memories.
"Ugh, how dare you. You've had such a cool way of dying like a comic book, Midori's previous life. Awesome."
"I'm disappointed that you're reborn to be like this."
"Heh, that's terrible, heh!
Midori makes an intermission with tiredness and sees a continuous thrust with a sword.
(I also follow Shizuno's teachings properly around the basics of poking)
As it became a form of being pushed to the side of the war, Tired thought.
"Many magicians tend to rely on the power of the technique, but there are just Shizuno magicians, and that's not true."
(12) Tired says happily as he comes to an impending state.
"Oh, my ancestors. It was your ancestors who set the code that the heirs of Shizuno's magic should be combatants. You can't fight like no other in front of a great ancestor."
Even though it was an offense, Midori lost his strength in the sword and dropped himself low. The ensuing attack could of course have been anticipated tirelessly, but the reaction was delayed.
Eat a decent surface kick, tiredness falls. Midori flies into fallen tiredness.
There is no room to evade, and tiredness eats a blow from a sword down his throat. If it's serious, this is the battle.
He coughs, but gets more distance from the floor, and tired gets up.
"Hmm?"
At that time, Midori noticed an abnormality of tiredness.
"I think I'm out of breath, but what happened?
(This can't be...)
Tired also finally noticed the strangeness in his body.
(Lack of exercise......)
Looking back, I feel like my movements have been dull from the start.
"In Wu, you win. I admit it."
When you breathe properly, tiredness erases the immortal demon knife concubine pine. I transferred him back to the Snow Oka Institute.
"Let's just say we compete with the technique only"
"Huh? That's what you're saying because you're at a disadvantage? Your ancestors, sekoi."
Both the tear and Midori place their swords and concentrate their consciousness.
(Even surgery consumes a lot of health, and you can't prolong it...)
Tired of feeling burned. Tired of not being comfortable concealing his emotions, he leaned towards building the surgery as well as Midori, desperately posing as a poker face to keep it out of the table.