The next morning, four people were in their new homes, Krishna, Simon and Tomash, giving light training at the gym.
It's a situation where you don't know when a fight will happen, and you can't be too tired from over-training. But after days of doing too little, I become a boulder, so I get in just the right condition without wearing my body out.
"Is this moderate... Wow. You guys were pretty superhuman..."
I checked the behavior of the newcomers, and Thomash offered to join me, but it was snagging quickly. He is falling with his hips wide up with his face on the floor.
"Is it true that we are about the same age that we can do this? Uhm...... I can't believe it"
"He's only young, and he's limited to building strength and muscle strength. Well, by that logic, neither am I, nor my new home, physically old enough to reach its peak. Although the instantaneous force may now be near its peak. Yeah, this is for men only. Except for the woman."
Simon says. Simon and his new home are the same age and are only in their mid-twenties now.
"When is it physically peaking?
Krishna asks.
"Health - No, they say it's the thirties that peak at a man's endurance. But by this time, the instantaneous force will fall. If you watch martial arts, you'll see. Instantaneous power - boxers that require fast muscles are mostly in their twenties, endurance - slow muscles are important pro wrestlers who are bursting veterans even after their thirties. If it's just pure power, you can grow older to some extent. In that sense, everyone here, you're still an uphill hiyoko."
Simon, who goes on to explain further. Watching him speak with a bright smile and fun makes me feel like fun, even if you're in the same space and listening to him. A strange person, Krishna thinks.
"I want to be the strongest man. But to get there, there's also a wall called age."
Krishna said.
"I say I want to be the grandest and strongest man in public. That's amazing. You're not the only one. Hmm. It's a rare experience just to say I've been around with someone like that."
Arm up with your face on the floor and try to impress Tomash somehow.
"It's not unusual, and I knew it. Even true and Charles do. Truth is, he's just trying to be strong, but his true intentions are to be a man no one can beat."
My new home said.
"How do you know if you didn't ask me, whether it was true or not?
"I can tell even if I don't like it from what I usually say and do. My feelings are seeping out. Somehow you'll find out."
To Krishna's question, Origa appeared at the entrance to the gym at the time her new home answered.
"Oops, I had a client"
I give her a voice that Origa smiled and set aside. Oliga was just here to do some training, too.
"Oh, Origa. You came to the right place."
When my new home smiles, I take something out of my bag and give it to Oliga.
"Just say it? Gaaaaaaaa!"
Receiving what was unleashed from his new home, Origa screamed and threw it away.
"Hmm? I heard Mirko said Oliga loves frogs, huh? I was on my way here, so I picked it up."
A new home that looks at Origa's reactions and expression and laughs at the pieces.
"Who loves you! I hate you! You know that and you're doing it on purpose! Aren't you so mean and ashamed of yourself for a good old adult!?
"Not at all. It's fun for a guy to be mean to a girl"
"Elementary school junior year..."
Tomash broke into his prestigious new home.
"I'm a kid in this guy's head. About eight years old. Take a good look at him."
"Hey, you're not eight. At least turn ten."
Listen to what Simon has to say, and the new home insists uncomfortably.
"Hey, oh, my God."
Andrew shows up and speaks in the usual nee tone with no tension.
"What's up, bee?
A new home that only Simon, who has lived in Japan, talks about stuff he doesn't know.
"Looks like the drones are breaking into the campus. What do you want me to do? I just thought I'd shoot them off, but I thought I'd ask the leader for a decision."
"Drop it now without waiting for judgment, fool. How many years have you been a mercenary?"
"Oh my goodness. I thought that might be inconvenient if I dropped it on my own, so I reported it. That's not the way to put it."
A new home with a harsh voice following Andrew's report. Andrew left the gym with a bump.
"There was still a drone..."
"Besides, the enemy will use it."
Origa and Tomash say unexpectedly.
"I also saw it in the jungle of South America during this time. It's very rare."
Simon said.
"Because the United States, which once wanted to scatter in drones, was razed by drones in the country and hastily drones created a tide of evil, decreasing and regulating drones, while advancing countermeasure technology development. As a result, Drone came off the mainstream weapons of war. But it's not like I've even been compromised by recipes to produce, and I don't see them at all."
"Don't listen to the Japanese police say they use it rarely."
"Anyone can make drones as long as they have ingredients. But anyone can also get the jamming to disable it. Now it can also be mounted on a fingertip phone. It reaches an altitude of 15000 meters."
"But a drone or something, it means you've got eyes on this place."
New home and Simon talk respectively.
"I mean... I'm here..."
A disc-shaped drone was flying slowly as Tomash pointed in the direction he pointed.
Krishna reacts first and throws a Kukli knife. The drone is cut off and falls.
"Don't do it"
Simon whistles and praises Krishna. Krishna, who does not even dust, but only quietly meets.
"There may be others, and let Andrew look inside the school building without scraping and drop them on jamming waves as soon as he finds them. No... even if the boulder doesn't tell you to do it this time"
I tried to contact Andrew, but my new home stopped on the way. As a result, Andrew, the mercenaries and several of the children began to look for drones for less than an hour, not knowing if they were there.
Base of the Lost Paradigm.
The boss, the masked man V5, was nervous under the mask. Because a big-name helper was supposed to follow me to the Lost Paradigm faction today.
V5 once saw the man fight twice. Just remembering that, the tremor of fear and the tremor of the samurai occur at the same time.
In addition to V5, he picked up the man with Lost Paradigm executives, captainship, or a few others who were productive and spoken for. Several other soldiers who know nothing, in addition to the face of the welcome.
(I don't like it. I can't believe we Lost Paradigm, who rang alongside a deserted young man, greeted a man with all his geese necks together. I've heard rumors, do you want to go that far?
Some of the pickups were Mr. Ho, but he was dissatisfied with this response decided by V5.
Waiting inside the entrance to the base building, eventually the man comes in.
An old Oriental soldier with silver-haired all-back, who would obviously be over eighty from how tight his skin and wrinkles are chopped. But his back is stretched perfectly and his height is over 180.
(This guy...? I only heard his name, but he was such an old man? But with this body, it's not the old man's.)
Mr. Ho takes a breath. You can clearly see muscle swelling even from above the battle suit. So much so that my chest and arms seem to be ripped off, but especially my shoulder swelling isn't just every bit. It feels tough from the skeleton.
"Silver Wolf...... I've been waiting for you"
V5 with a mixed voice of tension and joy.
"It's been a long time, V5. As always, you seem to be doing whatever you want, above all else."
An old man called Silver Wolf grinned, spread his arms wide and cuddled with the V5.
Just looking at what he did with that arm spread, Mr. Ho had a tremor running. If that arm was wielded with intent to kill - I'd have such a consciousness for some reason.
(This is me bluffing... But on the other hand, I'm interested. I want to work with this guy......)
Mr. Ho, who has a strong desire to enjoy the battle against his mighty enemies, rolls his fighting spirit toward that old man.
"Hmm? Are you fighting or selling?"
The old man turned to Mr. Ho, with his elusive voice, and gave him a grin.
Mr. Ho also laughed back and slowly pulled out the knife, so his surroundings surprised him.
"Mr. Ho! What are you going to do!?
V5 yells.
"Ho! I want to give you an arm test. That's all.
"Hmm. Not bad for the fun of it."
To the demands of Mr. Ho, Silver Wolf quietly rolls his fighting spirit.
"Hey... both of you..."
"I'm not just going to set up a little moxibustion for you. Funny."
To the wandering V5, Silver Wolf told him with a smile.
"Anytime. I'll let you get ahead of me."
Silver Wolf takes a gesture when he doesn't show signs of pulling out his weapon and calls it with his index finger.
"Ho!
When Mr. Ho gives a shout, he lowers his profile, makes sure he slips in and packs his time.
Shortly afterwards, the battle was lightly won. Silver Wolf's kick was hitting Mr. Ho's jaw directly.
"Hehe, being surprised means this guy was strong there? I guess it's been a good demonstration."
Silver Wolf overlooks Mr. Ho, who fell sideways and says without incident.
"Mr. Ho is the most arm standing here"
I'll regret it later, even if V5 says so, I wish I hadn't said anything extra.
"To this extent? It's a common thing with the Utah people."
To that dialogue, Mr. Ho approached.
Mr. Ho's hand, aiming at the timing when Silver Wolf turned his back and stood silently, had a pistol in his hand.
"Oh, my goodness, it's bad for forebears"
Reacting to the killing behind him, Silver Wolf laughs.
Gunshots make . Silver Wolf pulls over and dodges his torso in a super-reaction, bouncing heavily from his laid-back outfit and buckling, landing in an outfit that turns his back toward Mr. Ho.
Right in front of Mr. Ho, there's Silver Wolf's back. If you pull the trigger, you should be able to kill him, but Mr. Ho can't move rigidly. The next time I switched on the intent to kill, I had a feeling it would kill me then.
"I haven't been able to make humans either. I put my hand on it for once, and this attitude comes with a cock."
But even if Mr. Ho did nothing, Silver Wolf shook his arms wide as he spun his body half a turn.
"Hiuuuuu..."
The sound of air leaking leaks through Mr. Ho's mouth and throat. There was a grinning old man's face in front of me.
Blood erupts like a fountain from Mr. Ho's throat, polluting the old man's clothes and face. The meat on his throat was groping loudly. For a moment, but I could even see the bones.
"Woohoo... good. The moment I take this shower of blood, it's really good."
Looking down at Mr. Ho, who falls into depression and cramps, Silver Wolf mouths a crazy dialogue and pulls him around.
"What kind of stuff did you use?
One of the executives asks.
"Bare hands, huh? I hit the human body, and there's no reason I can't destroy it. Well, if it's about me..."
As Silver Wolf kicked Mr. Ho's gun up in his leg, he waved his arm at an unstoppable speed, destroying the gun in pieces in the air.
"Obviously something harder than the human body, you see, this is the way it is."
Silver Wolf giggles with a shrugged shoulder.
"I can't believe I rip people and guns with my bare hands..."
"Is that a monster?
"What the hell is that old man... Make that Mr. Ho easy..."
A twitch occurs among the soldiers.
"You don't know. Silver Wolf."
One of the soldiers opened his mouth.
"My real name is Mayoshi Uenohara. Legendary mercenary, Devil Grandmother, son of Umeko Uenohara."