Instantly form the technique with a roaring voice.
A technique that requires no long spells, no extreme mental concentration, and is completed in a short time. Then the killing power is extremely high, a witchcraft that can also be synonymous with Shizuno. It should be noted that the bad smell prevented mental concentration and was not affected by it.
True to see massive flashes of light rambling at close range, but totally calm. Already this technique has been simulated over and over again with tiredness. However, it was slightly miscalculated to be used at close range. Because I thought Midori would respond only with martial arts if it was close range.
From the truth, I don't want to distance myself from Midori if possible. It won't last that long because of the bad smell, so I want to just hang out in the melee. In addition, the technique used is limited because the Midori himself who uses the technique can be damaged at close range.
"That technique at that distance..."
A fortunate child with a distorted expression moans with his nose suppressed by the stench. It was doubtful whether it could be controlled without hitting the surgeon himself at all. Or are you prepared to take damage yourself?
The flashing three-moon-shaped light, which appeared to surround Midori and his true surroundings, moved simultaneously.
Against the flashing of light that kills from all directions to the truth at a fierce speed, the truth pulls a large reddish brown cloth from the inside of the blazer, and as if to put out the fire with clothes, it pays off the light.
Seeing the sight, Midori peeled off his eyes. It's not like I can pay it off with a cloth. There must be some kind of gimmick. Without checking it, Midori leans back and kicks the floor to escape the raging attack of light. The movement slows down because of a genuine distraction, eating about three shots of his own surgery in his hands and feet, and the blood splash rises.
"That..."
Sachiko speaks unexpectedly and glances at the tiredness beside her. Sachiko looked familiar in the cloth. It's a cloak that once had tired feathers, disabling Lucky Son's technique.
(Wow - I feel wicked and powerful, that. I borrowed it from your ancestors)
Midori also breaks through at a glance that the cloak in his true hand is a powerful magic item, a possession of tiredness.
"Tired -"
Again the truth calls the name of tiredness, and urges the tired to show their hands and throw something at them to give it to them.
"Hmm... No, wait a minute... that's..."
When he saw the sight, Midori tried to protest, but he threw the water bottle again because of his tiredness earlier than that, and the truth receives it. Now it's bigger than just now.
True to throw the contents of the water bottle toward Midori again and hit the floor. There is a different stench. I thought Midori was going to keep me from getting used to the same stench, but this time it didn't stay just that.
"Wow, what is this! Eyes ~"
Some substance in the liquid on the floor volatilized, causing burning pain in Midori's eyes. I can't keep my eyes open even though I'm in battle with so much pain, I close my eyes and rub them with my hands.
At the same time, I feel even worse by different stenches. In addition to the repeated damage to the sense of smell, this time he has been inflicted with pain to his vision and has been involved quite nervously. Concentration is getting duller and duller, and the struggle is shrinking.
True to mount another attack on Midori. Now instead of poking, I tried to cut my torso off to a horizontal giraffe.
"Shit hungry ghosts. I'm in good shape."
An awesome sounding voice emanated from Midori, which had changed since Nori.
I can catch the pain and force my eyes open, and my gaze that conceived my intense anger is truly exposed. The sound and gaze of that voice, which only the old man could have, made him feel as if he had watermarked for a moment the soul of Midori, who looked like a girl.
Midori, who inversely aroused his shriveled struggle, receives a true sword without difficulty with a sword.
"Tired -"
"No, no, wait a minute - eh!
Midori, an arrow tip whose tiredness again tried to throw something, was called upon to the truth of the fitness with the knife and the sword still crossed.
"Your ancestors are helping you with your battles in Sashi. If you just prepare the items in advance, how about you still throw them in along the way?"
"Nothing. This much is good. Even boxing gives the athlete a vacillation or water break. Same as that one. Interpret it that way and be convinced."
True to return to Midori's protest a true-faced, disastrous reason.
"Wow... so where's my second? Come on."
You know what?
I was hesitant tired, but to true, I throw something at you again.
Midori followed the motion with painful eyes, and just before his true hand grabbed him, he bounced from the bottom with a stone blade.
(What's the bargain now? It was soft though)
Suspiciously, I played it. A glimpse of it. Now it wasn't a water bottle, it was like a plugging hairball, about the size of a soccer ball.
"Saved me a lot of trouble"
Midori fell on the floor as well. Give me a glimpse of it, True said.
Hairy balls crumble and split, and blocked hairs drift through the universe in large quantities. It looks like beast hair at first glance. That, but there's no way just hair could make such an unnatural move.
To observe from true statements, it would be a mechanism whereby hair is scattered in response to stimuli. But I don't know what effect that will have. Based on previous patterns, it seems to be an attack on the five senses.
(Attack on the senses for surgical sealing... Simple, but awesome and effective... Like a comic book, the mood is amazing. I can't do it with the strange power of a character's rating. I've been working out a math to beat me with no extraordinary powers...)
Midori wonders if he wants to be so vengeful.
I thought about it earlier, but I don't think so again. That's just an excuse, that there's really something else for it.
If you touch drifting hair, and don't distance yourself from the truth, move in the opposite direction to where the hair drifts. True goes with it and follows it perfectly.
(I'm getting used to the smell, and it's only a matter of time ~. I should have worn it by the time I got used to it)
Goddamn laugh, Midori starts casting spells. The true confirmation of Midori's chant leads Midori to step in and poke heavily, but Midori flips his body and engages in the attack while chanting and concentrating.
"Black beeswax"
The procedure is complete, black liquid flowing from Midori's hair and spilling to the floor. The floor blacks all at once. True to what substitute this technique is, already heard and confirmed, but activated at close range, confused and delayed in response.
The blackness on the floor widens. True to leap backwards to avoid touching, but his right leg turned into a black wax for each garment.
"Heh, how about this. It's a nasty trick."
Make sure you seal one leg, and Midori looks at his teeth and laughs.
"Once upon a time, there was a psychic artist who used human beings as wax dolls. It was a technique that used his soul, but it felt that the power of his passion for creation had a greater influence on the power of surgery than Midori's power."
Midori talks and buys time when she sees the true movement has stopped. Visual and olfactory recovery is still incomplete.
(Isn't this already decided to compete?
Sachiko thought. Even though he continued to manipulate the opponent wisely against his superior opponent to seal the opponent's attack and was just eating up, on the contrary, he seemed to be almost stopped from moving by being sealed one leg.
"Well done. I'll show you the reward. If it's going to go up, why don't you go up?
Midori starts casting spells. Truth is, I take my phone from my nostalgia when I see it.
Lucky boy didn't know what he did. It was an attempt to disturb the surgery by emitting an intense Mosquito sound from the cell phone, the sound of an area that was not heard by the lucky child at his physical age. Tired is keeping his ears down next door.
But Midori is flat. Anticipating an attack by sound, he had already worked fine on his ears with surgery.
"The Dance of the Black Horse"
Midori tells her the name of the art. The lucky child sensed that a rather strong technique had been completed with a dark demon surrounding him, and the tiredness of knowing who the technique was was led to the truth.
From a space of nothing, suddenly countless skeletons boiled out. The skeleton is black all over its body and glows as if painted even with lacquer.
In time, the entire training ground was filled with a good number of black skeletons. True circumference, tiredness and the circumference of the lucky child, there are skeletons. They're all dressed in blurry clothes and dressed differently. Suits, monk clothes, dark boroughs, luxurious clothes with crowns, kimonos, some of which can only be considered cosplays. And the skeletons were all dancing hard. The tweezers were pounding their teeth as they laughed.
"You've seen it in some book. This sight."
Truth squeals. It's the same faceless look as usual, so it also looks as if it's flat.
A skeleton enough to cover a training ground with enough space to house dozens of believers. We naturally know that when these are attacked, we are not just sorry. But...
"Dance macabre."
Midori rings her fingers. Shortly afterwards, the skeletons arrived true at once.
The skeletons flock to the truth with the momentum of crushing the bones in front of them. Bite, beat, beat and crushed bones pierce your true body. Some break their own bones and pierce them true like knives.
(You do too much of anything... This will kill you)
Wolfish tiredness. I can't see who I really am anymore with a wave of bones, but I know it will take serious damage. And the fact that the truth cannot be combated by this technique.
(Didn't I use the wrong technique?
But the truth was, I was thinking of my own face smiling in my head.