At night, I secretly headed to the storage yard to encourage routine solo training.
The yarn is wrapped around the hands and feet, aided by muscle strength and repeated walks and leaps.
Leaving me cold The night air lights up my body. It cools me down in good shape, and I'm really comfortable.
The reinforcement by yarn is also much more accustomed to, and I don't make mistakes like sticking it out of my face into the lumber like I did on the first day.
That doesn't mean we can get to the reinforcing limits of the yarn.
My gift, yarn, was as powerful as my muscle strength per yarn.
Since the yarn can be operated if it is in contact, the calculation is that if you concentrate the yarn of your fingers on strengthening one arm, you can exert up to ten times more muscle strength.
But it is also the reality that I am so simply sorry.
First of all, with my magic, I only have three minutes to strengthen the yarn for a long time.
In other words, this acceleration can last up to three minutes.
Besides, my body is so poor that it makes me cry. Even if you just tangle a bottle and move as hard as you can, it feels like all parts of the joints are blemished and the muscle fibers are chopped a thousand times.
The first day's were good things because they weren't giving it all, if you're on track and on the piano line: 'Suddenly five times!' If I had done something like that, I would have scattered a torn body of a toddler girl in a storage yard.
From this feeling, probably double and three minutes. If I triple it, I won't have a minute.
If I were to quadruple it... my ligament would break in ten seconds.
Besides, even if I say that I can strengthen my muscles, my original muscle strength belongs to a young girl.
Even if you could show five times as much muscle strength, you wouldn't be outnumbered by a large adult. For a light body, it may be efficient, but it doesn't change in that you can't be impotent in the end.
In the dark at night, kick the lumber and fly to another lumber.
Originally, the professional night was more profitable, so I could jump without hesitation even in the dark.
And my silver hair reflects the slightest moonlight, even subtly illuminating my surroundings. Equals no anxiety at foot.
"Huh!"
Breathe out small, and now release the piano line with the jump. The steel thread wrapped around another tree and forced my leap track to change.
I procure thick-eyed skin gloves when handling this piano wire, but this one is not feeling too bad.
It is a delicacy that greatly reduces the strain on the hands and can then also be manipulated in a fine manner.
Change the leap direction to almost ninety degrees and kick more ground to change the pendulum motion from side to side to vertical.
In a vertical pendulum movement I danced through the universe and landed straight on the roof of the stuffer.
This manoeuvre is something I've been doing in my previous life, and if I do use this with enhanced muscle strength, it should be a huge boost to my battle power.
I sat down on the roof and paused.
The night breeze gusts my hair long enough to efficiently take away my temperature.
I pulled up the muffler that was wrapped around my neck and shook myself gently. This muffler also helps hide my face and hair and is useful for hiding my noticeable hair.
Spats on a shirt that sticks perfectly to your body. And a muffler. And a big leather jacket, like a black jacket.
dressed only as suspicious from the point of view of the
If there is a young girl like me who is not old enough... it is doubly suspicious.
"I do think we can strengthen our muscles and with this manoeuvre... we can enhance them enough as a force of war. But isn't it strong enough? God, what do you want me to do with this ability?
What increases with this method is only manoeuvre.
Offensive power hasn't risen enough to say at all. Well, if you think it's easier to attack from behind, it's no exaggeration to say you're up, but that's not enough fiercely.
Walking on the roof wondering if there was anything else to use, twisting his neck, a slight cry arrived on the night breeze.
"Hmm? Crying...... is that a child too?
I doubt the voices that have left my childhood behind.
Voices that are too unlike to be heard in unpopular stockpiles this past night.
"No, not my brother-in-law I could have told you."
It's the same for me when it comes to children in invisible places, but that doesn't mean I can't leave a child in a place like this behind.
He ran his gaze from the roof to the perimeter and discovered the child squatting in the shade of the lumber.
Apparently I was too preoccupied with the thought to notice the approaching.
"No, you're sagging too much, me..."
If you don't hide this noticeable hair and eyes, even if you call them, they will immediately identify you.
Blue silver hair and red bi's different colored eyes are too conspicuous.
I wrap the muffler around my head like a turban and drape one end of it over my right eye.
My right eye stands out because of Maria's conceded deep red eyes. If it's just the left eye, it's Lyell's blue eye, so it's a beautiful color, but I could say it's a common color in shades.
That's how he hid the characteristic part, then used steel thread to support his body, while fluttering down in front of the boy.
"Boy, what are you crying about?
I squeeze out my lowest voice so you can mistake me for a man because it's troublesome to be traced to this trait from my gender.
But no matter what my voice scratched, it was nothing but a clear, beautiful girl's voice.
"Mmmm..."
"A woman's... child?
The child reacts and looks up at my voice, groaning by accident.
Blue and white skin on crude clothing. The dark hair is blurred, like the hairline of an untreated dog.
Slurry stretched hands and feet and a neat look can be described as a beautiful boy. It made me feel fully futuristic to become an abominable aesthetic.
And most importantly, a tumour stretched from the forehead with dust...... no, horns.
"Semi-demon?
"Ah!? This is-"
A boy who hastily suppresses his forehead and wolves. Semi-demons are such a hated species by far.
But for me, a former half demon, I'm not the object to be repelled from. Rather, it springs up to something like homosexuality.
"You have nothing to be afraid of. I don't discriminate because I'm a half demon."
"Huh?"
A boy with a surprised look at me for not loathing him.
Me leaving it alone and sitting on the spot. He sipped water from a water bottle hanging behind his waist and let it go to the boy.
"Why don't you drink, too? You've been crying and you're thirsty."
"Huh... yeah?
Horrible receiving boy.
That's how I met a boy of my own.