From Midori's long hair, a dark, drooling mass, reminiscent of Coltar, flows to the floor, dividing countlessly from the state of accumulation on the floor, planarizing and running through the floor, killing to exhaustion. It's like a shadow rubble.
Speed is no big deal and size is a bunch of things from about fists to about people's heads. The effect of what happens if you hit him directly in the foot is a mystery, but it can't be anything you can take.
But I dared to take only the first blow, even though I was tired. Because this is a test procedure, you also need to eat it if you don't know it in order to apply the power of the opponent.
The moment I put my left hand on the floor and touched one of the shadow debris crawling through the floor, it disappeared as if it were flowing into my tired left hand, and when I wondered if the tip had changed from the elbow of my tired left hand to black, any sense of the discolored part disappeared. I try to move it but it doesn't.
"Black beeswax. When you bathe all over your body, you'll end up with a beautiful wax doll."
Midori seems to have fun explaining his technique.
"Really?"
A flame of emerald that shines brightly from the tired body is sprayed in all directions. It is a purifying flame, the technique of Shizuno's basics.
It is the technique of the purpose of clearing resentment and forming a resentful spirit, but it can also be applied to defeating certain techniques. As tired as it was to be judged effective in Midori's technique, the flamed shadow debris vanished instantly.
The black-waxed left hand did not go back to normal in the flames. Physically already decayed. Tired crushes his left hand with a knife, and when he sweeps the wax stuck to the cutting surface with a knife, he regenerates the cut left hand anew and lets it regenerate in seconds to get back to normal.
"You can try surgery, but this includes a promise to stop Liberation Day, not if you can afford to swallow too much, right? Or underestimate me?
"Right. Then just one more time, let's take your technique. After that, I'm serious about deciding on the game."
I mean, be serious with the next attack, Tired is urging.
"Wow, you still have plenty of room. Upstairs, etc. I'm a little overwhelmed, and if that's the case, I'm gonna pay him a visit."
Midori looked at her teeth as usual and laughed frankly, but tiredly watched the aura released from her become clearly heterogeneous.
(Mental interference?
Remember the feeling of foreign objects entering your head and understand what you are about to be done. However, there are no indications that the powers of the alien are working and that the technique is being exercised.
"Are you trying to illusion me...? Even the Shizuno magician."
Most illusions and spiritual attacks don't work for Shizuno magicians. You must know that by now. Still, I can't fatigue my intention to dare.
"Your ancestors, if you know that, you should feel more at stake, right? I'm also a Shizuno sorcerer, so you know how the Shizuno sorcerer can achieve illusion in a nearly perfect way? In other words, if you are a Shizuno sorcerer, then illusions can be made against the same Shizuno sorcerer. I know about schizophrenia and the second brain. Finally, I'm not trying to use illusion."
That's all they said, and I noticed tiredness.
"You're more like a natural prepared ability than a technique. Chiyo - as your predecessors once prepared. I heard you lost it at the end of your reincarnation."
"Yea, Aya told me. Prediction of death and manipulation of death are obviously advanced destiny manipulations. But I don't need that kind of help. It's boring. Well, that's good. I've been thinking about it. I wonder why Shizuno's ancestors have come so far and thoroughly knitted the illusion seal. It seems that the mainstream of witchcraft in those days was like illusion, and then it's natural to think that the art of protecting oneself is of great significance. But I was wondering if I'd make it this far. Finally, Shizuno's founding fathers were extremely afraid of illusion, but this didn't hit them?
In Midori's words, it does not appear on the surface, but tiredness is lightly upset. The upset was transmitted directly to Midori, who was also making progress with erosion of the spirit while she was talking.
"There is no such thing as an invincible force. Nor does a complete illusion seal spiritual seal exist. Only that there is an infinite amount of operational logic close to it. Shizuno would know."
A glow of malice lingers in Midori's eyes. The foreign body feeling in my tired head increases, and I find that Midori's power is about to open the door of my spirit.
The art of manipulating the spirit is a specialty of Shizukuno, but unlike art, the extraordinary forces caused by spells, spells and rituals knitted and trained after research are purely alien abilities that Midori himself is born with, so the scale and nature of the forces are unpredictable.
Tired of following Theory and attempting to divide the spirit and twist one. Logically, it should be possible to accommodate any kind of mental attack, but the opponent is also a Shizuno magician and should know the existence of the technique. Still, when it comes to carrying out psychological attacks...
"It's useless to have a schizophrenic. We'll do the same thing and chase you."
(Split and chased...)
Tired instantly understood what Midori's words meant.
Spiritual division itself is Shizuno's technique. But Midori has beyond it.
(After all, is her ability to send her spirit into the other person's spirit)
Being in contact with the faithful through their dreams is not just another kind of mindset. Only the number of believers would have divided the spirit, and Midori's divided spirit would have actually existed in their hearts. The spirit of Midori was directly connected to the spirit of the faithful. It is unclear whether it still exists.
(Once upon a time I used to exercise a similar technique... for me that doesn't have a second brain anymore...)
"Gotcha."
In the middle of thought, Midori infiltrated the zone behind the spirit of tiredness - the one you most want to keep secret.
"How many people did you kill, my ancestor?" Seriously, you bastard. "
Looking at some of the memories of his tired past in a fast-forward fashion, Midori blushes. Midori the boulder was also uncomfortable with the fact that many of the people who were tired were mixed with women and children and killing them to make them suffer.
"Heh, now you're suffering from that guilt. But you still have the urge to destroy and kill. Battlefield footage - especially footage of civilians getting killed, fishing online and having fun - is a good hobby."
"That's... enough to enjoy visually..."
I don't need Midori to tell me, I admit it. Still tired likes tragedy. The way people suffer and die - especially when the weak are ravaged to death.
Recently, when I saw the tragedy of Tokyo Dickland, I was so excited to get an erection, I couldn't stop laughing. While I don't feel comfortable with the day of liberation Midori is about to cause, I also remember the exhilaration of the denominational people to commit mass murder.
"But I myself swore I wouldn't shed any more useless blood."
Tired of staring at Midori as she entered into herself.
"Is that all forgiven? Am I going to make amends?"
Midori's mockery turns his tired mind.
"I knew it. The legendary Great Sorcerer who knitted a lot of spiritual skills is mentally super weak - is it a joke och? Weak, but therefore, in an effort to protect his weak heart, he knitted all the art of preventing mental attacks and illusions."
Midori's point had been made. There was also an epochal context in which such techniques were popular, so in the battle between sorcerers, exhaustion survived by first thoroughly defending the spirit.
"But that's crazy. Why don't you have a second brain?"
Surprised, but tired didn't want to answer the reason. No, if you want to know, Midori can know right away.
(My heart is already completely... infiltrated by her to the back)
Already tired had given up enlightening defeat. That too is a defeat in the worst possible way.
"Now, be prepared because it will bring up the guilt and unpleasant memories in your ancestors on the surface of your mind. Your ancestors, who do not have a second brain, will not be able to have a great number of schizophrenics, and this is already a battle."
Midori's tone was annoying. Even though he is good at interfering with the spirit, Tired guessed that he does not like attacking the spirit of others per se.
Immediately afterwards, many of the sins committed by the past in the tired mind come back with clear footage.
They are shown like high-speed slideshows from next to next, all footage irrespective of their velocity severely scratches and squeezes the wounds of tired hearts. A bunch of memories I've cursed, hurt, offended and killed. A figure of himself who has been immersed in atrocious acts, intoxicated and thereby comforted himself.
On the other hand, the fact that he was pushing the budding guilt into the back of his mind.
Tired thoughts lost their normal judgment, and I had already forgotten that my spirit was jacked.
When she peeled off her white eyes and saw how tired she had fallen, Midori glanced at her face and suppressed her face with her hands.
"Huh... I've done too much, this. Yeah... I'm not going to go this far..."
While I amplified my tired guilt, Midori himself feels terrible.
"I didn't think your ancestors' mentals were so tofu..."
When I was alone as if excusing myself on the tannic side, I opened the door to the room.
"It's over..."
I turn to the four of them who were outside and tell them in an unheeded voice. Enter the room in the order of Laimei, True and Apricot.
"Tired..."
"Are you serious?"
True and Li Mei groan at the same time. From Li Mei, who has witnessed tired strengths in the past, there was something incredible about how tired he was falling. I didn't really imagine a tired defeat at all, but when I saw him fall like this, it was a shock.
"Seriously, Li Mei, did you think I'd lose?
"Oh."
Li Mei nods lightly at Midori, who becomes a bumpy face.
(If my tiredness would have won here, I could have fit in circles with it.)
and Li Mei sneaking it in her mouth.
"What did you do?
With tiredness, the apricot asks Midori. The tiredness of peeling white eyes and weeping all the time is obviously unusual. I couldn't help it.
"I just bullied him with a common mental attack. Shh. Then your ancestors had no more guts than you imagined..."
Intensely murderous, Midori shut his mouth halfway through the words.
"Something's probably offensive."
True, Midori turns to him in an evil way, even if he slaps his mouth lightly. More painful, unpleasant air is standing indoors than a one-touch instant.
"The battle is over, and take me home. Or are you going to fight Midori to avenge your ancestors?
Midori provokes with a glaring face. Truth lifts and bears a tired body without answering anything. The pain of the fracture was also unmistakable, and the apricot was annoyed to watch.
"I'll send it to you, so the apricots stay here. True, I'll take the tired. You're not hurt."
Li Mei keeps her tired body from her true back, cuddles it up and leaves the room. True silence follows.
Midori is sleeping in bed with a grumpy face. The surgical trial did not end in a calm way, like a literal peer-to-peer test, but had turned out to be a really bad aftertaste that no one had initially expected.
Hurt tired, I was angry when I saw it. True, I was self-loathing that I had won and done too much. I looked at them, and the apricots also tasted the thought of my chest getting stuck.
Eight cults, let's go into religion and play. End of story.