Reborn as the Hero’s Daughter! Time to Become the Hero Once More! (WN)

Cain comes in here to pack a break for a breath. That speed did not fit at the student level.

Completely masterclass speed. No, I didn't even recognize that step.

"Damn!?

I flick a big flash and make another mistake.

But could that happen, such as a student with so much skill?

Though Cain has excellent grades, he is definitely a student with poor field experience as well.

Even so, I can't believe in stepping in, which outweighs even me with experience from previous lives.

There has to be something, a cause for this...... I don't even have time to think about it that way, Cain comes slashing in again.

"Damn it!

"Hi-ha-ha! Die, Shin. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Mad minister when you've already lost your mind. He wields his sword at the mercy of his strength, scattering his saliva from his mouth.

I take that attack, flush it, and while I do, I endure it.

That's how, in a few meetings, I was starting to feel odd uncomfortable.

There is no 'hoarding' to be a person in Cain's movements.

center of gravity at the back once when stepping in, so as to apply recoil...... force into the arm when slashing in, and as a result draw the sword slightly.

I don't have a hoard to take those actions. That's why I couldn't detect his behavior.

It resembled a move that Lyell and others occasionally show, doing to keep the timing from being understood.

But that's not something that can be done in a student way.

No, it can never be. Lyell said he finally got it by diving through the daily workouts and the actual battles that divided life and death.

I don't think Cain has dived through so much in action.

Then what is this? I couldn't hide my confusion in a move I didn't think of as a person.

"Chorocholo and is the only way to escape!

"Uh-oh."

Boil my business to me dedicated to avoiding it, and my cain swing gets even bigger.

Poking through that gap, I hit the right side of him with a Katana blow.

- Gotthuri, I get a response back as if I slapped a rock with a clump.

"Hey!?

"It doesn't work! Absolutely, powerless, the civilian one!

"You don't have anything to do with civilians or anything, what are you!

The response now is obviously not people's. Doesn't look like the wind wearing protective equipment.

Cain was disguised as wearing a bolo cloth over his uniform. If you were wearing protective equipment underneath it, you'd know just fine.

"This is the effect of the new Xuri! No pain, wrapped in exhilaration, not even fatigue. More muscle strength and increased defense, improved to automatically heal wounds too!

"Thank you very much! Damn, it's troublesome -"

When I hear about strengthening defenses and automatic recovery, I recall the presence of a troll trapped in a dungeon.

Did you reformulate the new medicine so that it also mixes the ability of the troll? The addict who attacked the Phineas mutated into something other than a person, probably because he tried the pills he was experimenting with.

But then, we have to do it.

All you have to do is get back to the way I fought. Fortunately, there are as many places in this warehouse to hang yarn.

I hold Cain hostage in Katana, skip the thread, go through the ceiling, and wrap it around his neck.

And by jumping backwards in one leg, I widened my intercourse with him and at the same time tightened my neck hard.

Flip your body as it is and pull the yarn so that you can carry it on your back, hanging the caine.

"but guuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?

His whole body weight concentrated on his cervical spine and he couldn't breathe, he should be breathless...

But he didn't show any signs of suffocation, although his legs would be ravaged by floating.

From the yarn over my back, I can tell you how it is.

"Hey, you... already -!?"

A body that is so tight and doesn't feel itchy when hung. That's no longer a good thing to call human.

Probably took an unfinished pill that I was able to do as a result of repeated experiments with Fangus spores and Troll's blood on the pills to make new ones, to fight me.

"Kusuri" by "the guy" was complete. That's in half too.

"He" became, in a sense, a hybrid, combining the thoughts of men into the bodies of Fangus and Troll.

Were you not wounded in the earlier sword attack because your epidermis had already trolled?

Then this behavior is also satisfactory.

"He" has already turned into half a monster, unable to think with integrity.

So you're trying to get your hands on my people, grab Michelle, and kill me at the end of the sentence.

I don't think about what happened after that. I guess the horror of turning Lyell and Maria against their enemies is also making them incomprehensible.

If that's the case, even if I kill him, he won't rot anymore... but I don't care, he doesn't go well with me.

A body that is hard on the epidermis like a troll and does not require breathing of fan gas. Probably doesn't mean much about joints either.

Hanging and tightening 'him' is pointless. Slashing is also ineffective. The only way to kill him, like Fangus, is to carve him to pieces.

But from the feeling of the blow ahead, he felt I lacked that destructive power.

"Enchant... No, is it difficult?

When my body was originally fortified (enchanted), the rising value is known.

I guess it's like combining body strengthening with yarn to finally do some damage to him.

The trouble is that 'he' keeps people's memories in the hampers.

If you're a simple monster opponent, you can do something with a force push.

But "The Guy" is a top performer at the high end of the bend. There is some knowledge of formulating medicines, and there is still the skill to wave the sword.

The sword strike, which had previously been at the mercy of power, was becoming more sophisticated over time. There is also a good chance that it will remain out of hand.

You got poked through that instant stray gap, my thread loosens slightly.

The 'guy', who was hung and just rammed unnecessarily, does not miss that gap and gives up trying to shake the yarn off.

'He' follows gravity and falls to the floor. But even though I've loosened the thread, I'm not imitating it like I'm letting go.

Looking back over his shoulder, 'He' had his feet on the ground with his neck hanging.

No, it wasn't. Its neck was stretched off and it was deviating from a person's shape.

It has landed further on all fours and the joints have also changed to conform to it.

"Totally... Goddamn it"

The effects of the medicine were falling completely out of control and were beginning to deviate from the shape of the person who should be.

It's like a spider with a long neck.

Landing on all fours, "The Guy" hung on to me, as if eating up on prey as it were.