That old man, with his inflexible flesh, who was acting alone, was wearing Lost Paradigm combat clothes.
Four anti-government soldiers confirm the old man's appearance from inside the house, one pointing the gun at him.
At that moment, the old man turned to the soldiers.
The soldier pointing at the gunpoint solidified without pulling the trigger. Because there was a crooked, evil grin on the wrinkled face of the old man. It was as if the devil was laughing, in the eyes of the soldier. And at the same time that laugh, a disastrous and intense killing spirit was unleashed over the old man.
Soldiers were intuitive then. Don't let yourself die. That's what stopped him moving.
An old man's body accidentally disappeared from the sight of a soldier.
The old man just crouched. Then he picks up the piece of iron that was falling to the ground and throws it at the soldier poking at the muzzle.
Despite being abundantly close to thirty meters away, the old man's thrown iron pieces struck the soldier's forehead directly, penetrating his skull and piercing it to the parietal lobe of his brain.
Seeing that soldier fall on his back, the other three soldiers don't know what happened and are taken aback.
The old man didn't miss the time when the gaze of the three soldiers turned to his dead companion and came off himself.
The old man goes straight into the shadows where the soldiers lurk with all his strength. I noticed, and by the time I pointed the gun at him, the old man had already broken the window and jumped into the house.
"It's just like the pattern."
Old man - Uenohara Mayoshi says with a thin laugh.
Ma Ji's thick leg jumps and kicks up the groin of the soldier who was closest to him. The soldier peeled off his white eyes and blew bubbles out of his mouth and passed out.
Because the soldier in front of him has fallen, the soldier behind him faces Ma Ji at close range.
To the old man who looks at himself and laughs, the soldier even remembers the cold. The opponent keeps the gun on his back. This one has a gun. Yet that soldier sees no visions at all that he can kill this old man, and only the fear of being killed boils down.
Ma Ji waves his arm.
Shortly afterwards - the soldier felt his neck cool and lighter. Immediately came unbearable pain, and the soldier changed his complexion.
He falls into depression as he squirts a large amount of blood out of his shredded throat, gasping at the pain of being unable to breathe.
"Whoa, whoa!
The one who stays hides his fear and shoots his gun at Ma Ji.
Ma Ji leaps out of his head at low altitude like a head sliding, looking for a soldier.
I didn't play low-altitude tackle. Ma Ji slipped right through the side of the soldier.
But it didn't just slip through. He was waving his upper body up like a slipper and spinning his arm.
From the man's left flank to around the navel, there was a large hole. The blood, the flesh, the guts are minced and scattered around.
"No, no, no, no."
The woman of the house dweller screams. I knew the soldiers were lurking, and I tried to hide in my room and do it over, but I couldn't bear to see the scene where Ma Ji killed the soldiers when I went out to the bathroom.
"Oh, look at the general pi po. Now, should we follow the pattern even at times like this?
With a slight laugh, Ma Ji takes the soldier's gun.
"I love killing people on the battlefield by accident, before the patterns, I... This is one of the flavors of the battlefield."
Ma Ji smiled and pulled the gun trigger, turning the woman into a beehive.
"I mean that one. I'm a patterned villain. Instead, I've lived a long time. God is terrible. Because I'm making such a bad guy live a long life and have a good life. No, I don't think he's going to live long enough to be about 86 years old in Japan today."
With a snarling laugh and groaning, Ma Ji left behind a house with five bodies rolling around.
Even at dawn of the night and even the next evening, the gunshots and bombing sounds never disappeared from the new city.
At the time of Mirko's death, all the boys and soldiers were assembled, and some mercenaries were assembled in one place, but then they scattered again. The team, with fewer dead people out, also went to regroup.
True awareness of Simon, who is fighting next door the whole time. His movements have something to keep an eye on. But faster than that, judgment and enemy perception were phenomenal. There was never a time when Truth could turn his head faster than Simon, or see where his enemies were.
After quitting the mercenary, Truth, who spent about four years in the back street tearing up in action, thinks he no longer takes so many pulls on his new home, Lei Lei, Andrew and Charles, but recognizes that it doesn't extend to Simon alone.
Small pause, two to grab an early dinner. Every time I ate the tasteless rate, it was true that I was aware of the task of replenishing the fuel.
"Are you shocked that Mirko's dead?
Simon asks.
"Sad, but it wasn't as good as Johnny or... childhood taming died"
Hard to say. True answered.
"I don't even know if that's because of the short time I've been dating, or because I wasn't aware of the very deep ties. It's just... I'm a little scared. I guess I'm getting used to people dying."
"That's a problem. If that's the case, I'm talking about..."
Hearing the true story, Simon told him in a strange face.
"Sometimes there are guys on the battlefield whose minds are about to disappear. But that's an escape. You have to strive not to lose your mind as a person because of extreme conditions like the battlefield. So whoever abandons a man's heart is a fugitive as a man - a weak man."
Simon's words echoed heavily in his true heart. As a commandment, as a wedge, I was struck by my heart. That's all there was to it.
"How does Simon keep people's hearts in check?
Ask the interested party.
"I am always aware of the reality that I am happy. That way people don't lose their minds."
Simon, who breaks his face and answers forcefully.
"'Cause wouldn't you? We're happy people. I live by doing whatever I want. I like to fight, I burn my life in battle and live. There is no happier way to live. I can't imagine any more."
Simon speaks with a sunny smile that looks really happy.
Just looking at this smile of Simon makes my heart truly at ease.
He is a man with a small physique but just nearby, giving him a great presence. But more than that, his charm is that smile. I'm just grinning, and the place soothes. It reassures and heals those who see it. Before the charm of those smiles, it was even truly strange that a person could smile so lovingly and unrelenting to people.
(So did Yukioka...... Simon and I have a good fight.)
It reminds me of it, and the back of my true chest shudders.
"But on the other hand, it's unfortunate to be deprived of fighting."
(deprived of fighting?
I wasn't really sure what that word meant. It's not like dying. But as long as I'm alive, I feel like I should be fighting.
"What do you mean?
"Sometimes you can't fight even if you want to. A man I know fell in love with a woman, so I put my gun down. Not just in this world, in any way of life, but a woman is a gateway to a man chasing a dream - or a man living in a dream. It smashes a man's dreams to dust."
That's what I was talking about, and the truth is I exhaled small.
(I mean, what about me with a woman involved in the purpose itself...)
It was true that I thought so, but I don't want to put it in my mouth.