Jean Nooda and Nicola Nooda grew up in poor households.
The three brothers were raised by one mother because his father died in an accident before the birth of his fifth younger sister, Marianne.
His father was a professional wrestler. My mother always praised me about my father and told me to be a strong man like my father. All of us dreamed of becoming fighters like our father, and we also found strength in mothers who raised three of us with one female hand. By the time I was in high school, beside working part-time on special occasions, I began to punch into various martial arts.
My sister Marianne had a different dream than her brothers like that.
Marianne had a dream of becoming a cartoonist and painting battle cartoons in a dramatic tone. And at dawn, when his two brothers debuted, he promised that the characters modeled after them would also be portrayed in roles.
As each of the three walked towards their dreams, they grew, Jean and Nicola opened the door to their dreams ahead of Marianne, Nicola debuted as a junior heavyweight wrestler and Jean as a fighter, but Marianne ends without fulfilling her dreams.
Marianne ended her life at the age of fourteen by a mysterious serial killer known in the world as the Octopus Ripper.
Jean and Nicola, and their mother, often talked about how this killer could kill people around in such a cruel way. It was not just Marianne, but it was also strange that the police could not grasp the footsteps at all, even though numerous girls had been killed.
After the Eighth Ripper disappeared, the two of them even got their hands on the information on the back street, and learned that the identity of the Eighth Ripper was a killer who belonged to a dangerous organization specializing in the killing of the back street, and that it was also viewed as a problem in the back street, and that a write-off directive had been issued. The boss of the organization had a good face in the upper echelons of the police, so they both knew that the police would be suppressed, and the two bit at the irrationality of society.
Both Jean and Nicolas thought that they would like to take Marianne's revenge if she could. Marianne is not the only one. A serial killer who tragically took a large number of lives and left many more heartbroken. I can't forgive him for living like that. At the same time, however, I would like to know why, such as what I thought and repeated such murders, and why I suddenly stopped.
The opportunity came abruptly. Risk of death of human experiments. Prepare to commit murder yourself. Stepping over them, Jean and Nicolas went on to talk about revenge against the octave demon.
There was also a desire to clear up the resentment, but more than that, there was a desire for the two of us to know the truth. What kind of person is the Octopus Ripper, what he thinks he keeps killing, and why he suddenly stopped killing? They secretly thought that if possible, they would change their minds and regret it.
Nicola takes off the top and bottom of her jersey.
(Transforming Phantom Type)
Look at Nicola's behavior and instantly decide that's what the truth is. To avoid tearing clothes and transforming them. That said, I don't seem to take my underwear off here to the boulder.
"Ahhhhh!
With the roar of temper, Nicola's muscular body swells.
It can be seen by the lights of the hotel that it has transformed itself into a giant with a length of three meters over superior, and that the muscles are greatly exuberant in proportion to it, and even that the colour of the skin is discoloured to gray.
"Are you ready... I'll only admit that I was prepared to be converted into a monster."
I shrugged, and the truth is I shoot two guns at Nicola's throat. Feint went for both shots in the throat without getting in.
The bullets were both bounced and there is no indication that the impact even worked.
Nicolas packs an intermission with the truth at once.
Truth tries to distance himself from Nicolas, moving as if to shield a street tree. Nicola hits a street tree with extra momentum, blunting her movements for a moment.
(Power and weight outweigh moves. Usually a big guy wins. That's normal)
The truth while taking further distance reminds me of the words of my fellow Negroes from the mercenary era.
(But this guy even has the same moves as me, maybe up there)
The battle has only just begun, but I just saw a little of Nicola's movements, and the truth is, I judge her so.
Nicolas is fast as you can't imagine from that giant, and it's really looming. From Nicolas with a hand-to-hand fist, attempting to approach is a natural flow.
Animals that are much bigger and heavier than humans can produce more velocities than humans, despite the size and weight of their bodies. Muscle mass and body structure are thus made.
On the other hand, a human being is capable of killing speed if the body exceeds a certain size and weight due to the structural problems of that body. No, it's not limited to humans. In all animals there is a specific gravity of the most suitable physique and weight, whose increase or decrease also changes the force and velocity.
Nicolas was clearly going beyond human standards, but at a rate not commensurate with the giant.
Behind the true brain, the presence of Viper and Eric depends. Those two, too, were at a rate not commensurate with their physique. Especially to the vipers, they outperformed themselves by a great deal.
(strength to count from above among the battles I've ever fought, but not as good as those two)
True thought as he twisted his body and twisted the right hook rolling out of Nicolas' giant. The speed and agility of the reaction are better than Nicolas's.
But its destructive power beats Eric, and Reach even beats Viper. I always have to take a certain distance. If you take even a blow, there's not a single truth.
Nicolas launches a series of attacks. A combination of punches, kicks, and both. If you take it and guard it, it's the Buddha in one blow, so it's all true to send. Use street trees and guardrails instead of shields from time to time, not just to flinch.
"He's amazing..."
Jean groans unexpectedly and praises the truth.
"Don't run away."
Nicolas screaming unintentionally on the other hand. It continues to be unilaterally escaped and unable to be hunted down.
"No, I'm running away."
True to decide to even escape and answer in a light tone. I'm not the right person to do it. If it's just a giant, I've done it many times with a bigger battle creature, but not with such a beast. Because the inner flavor is human and the owner of sophisticated technology.
The truth turns to one side of the battle, while being filled with comfortable tension, asks for an opportunity to fight back.
"Meh."
It really plays that chirp in my head. The opponent who has fought in close proximity more than once before - Eric Taylor.
I smiled and came to kill the truth as if I was comfortable playing, thanks to that cat imitation guy, the truth is I couldn't help but seriously master melee fights. And because of that, Nicola's fierce rush can now also manage to be outdone.
He's still alive in me.
Conscious of his former good enemy, the truth, which until then had been a defense, suddenly turned to counterattack.
Nicola tried to roll out the talkick with an arrow tip, its kneeling and shooting a gun.
Earlier he said he played even after being shot in the throat, but now the bullet penetrates from the lower part of his knee to the back of his knee, and Nicolas suddenly.
Then the flesh around the knee that was shot dissolved, and Nicola blued and knelt.
"Why..."
Nicola unexpectedly looks up to the truth and asks. They said when they modified it to be flesh that didn't even let the bullet through, and that they didn't actually let the first shooting through, but suddenly I don't understand that the bullet went through.
"There was a similar type in Battle Creature on the battlefield, and it was scattered. Except for the joint part, there were plenty of guys who wouldn't go through the bullet. According to the angle, the guy who isn't brittle to the joints, I've hardly seen him, and you're talking about a bullet going through there. The attack was fierce and I couldn't aim inside... but the hugeness was superfluous. Thanks to this, the taste of the living who were wrestlers has also been killed, and the attack has become monotonous. It's just hooks like swinging down and talkies and low kicks."
Raw Nicolas is a junior heavyweight wrestler who is good at flashy aerial skills. I get caught up in that, and I laugh.
"Oh, I was feeling it, too. I thought it was hard to guess, and I felt cut out... Unlike the narrow ring to it, it escaped indefinitely, and the terrain was used... We can't hunt him down well."
Convinced by the true narrative, Nicola said with a laugh.
"Difference in experience..."
Nicola is ashamed of herself when she asks her opponent, who has always fought in the dead, how she is prepared to die, etc.
"Next"
The truth, which injured one leg and decided Nicolas had no fighting power at the earliest, turns to Jean.
"You're not gonna kill me?
Nicolas, back to her original size, asks by holding down her shot through knee.
"We're just lucky we didn't have to kill you. It's not always going to work next time. And you better stop the bleeding."
True to say off looking at Jean.
"This one too... just because you missed it without killing Nicolas doesn't mean you don't have to."
When Jean laughed invincibly and put his hands on the collar of his jersey...
"I'm the one you guys are after, aren't I? Haha, go for this one."
From the entrance to the hotel, a harmonious moon appeared along with a voice that stood aside.
"You..."
Jean turns to the good moon. The image confirms his appearance in advance, but if you look straight at the real loving Mutsuki's face, you don't think he's a very vicious serial killer.
"One on one seems to be what you want, so I'm not gonna do it."
"Aha, that's good, that's what"
I tell you in advance. Truly, Mutsuki smiles and nods, facing Jean.