Reincarnation Monarch

One.

Ars diverted Colin's intense slaughter, swung down from the Great Upper Stage, to escape forces diagonally backwards with a half-body stand with his right foot pulled one step.

Then suddenly Ars' face was parched and brightened, slightly but with a raised corner of his mouth and a grin.

(I could read... we're in two!

In the defense of breath diving (hissing) and endurance, Ars of Hundred Wars smelled the simple fat muscles of young Colin, even though his arms stood, and he portrayed the moment of settlement in his head a few seconds later.

Corresponding Colin was lightly flushed through the upper slaughter of his entire body (Koshin) and stepped on it if it was dangerous, but with all the help of his left foot, he stood on it.

And with a knife to return, I pulled a quick torso payment out of the lower section.

Ars quickly turned his sword tip to the ground, stomped his right hand with the belly of his sword, and took Colin's torso payment vigorously.

Momentary moments, tremendous sparks scattered, and at the same time, a high (kanka), hard metal sound echoed into the deep green forest.

(One more!

Ars moved ahead as if he were foreseeing Colin's movements.

With his sword tip pointing down, he turned wide from the top of his head to the back of his neck and took the sword to his back, gently folding his knees, lowering his hips slightly and floating just a few heels (heels) to await Colin's next attack.

If, hypothetically, this was not a real battle, but a training, Colin might have watched and stomped on alert as if Ars were ahead of him.

But this is a life-threatening battle, and it doesn't work the way I think it does.

Colin lacked calm.

As a result, Colin chose to poke unconsciously in the flow from torso payments, independent of Als' movements.

And that was what Ars waited for.

At the next moment, Ars gently flew directly beside Colin's poke and gently refracted, lifting the sword that was dripping on his back forcefully up the stairs.

Though he suffered an unconsciously deep hand wound at the beginning of the battle, the man who endured the experience of hundred wars of refining and quietly stretched the thread to contact (from) his enemies one by one, finally tried to wield down vigorously now, in the mood of tearing (tearing) the sword raised overhead high while convinced of the victory of the battle.

Two.

Lotos was confused.

For whatever reason, this calm, gentle and discreet little red-handed man had a certain fondness for Gantz, who suddenly came under attack.

That doesn't mean we were particularly close.

It was only to the extent that I somehow saw and favored Gantz's crowd while living in the same group.

But that was enough to dull Lotos' resolve.

People are good.

That's not why I had a conversation, but I got emotional.

And when that happened, I couldn't fight Lotus anymore.

Therefore, although we managed to desperately accept Ganz's fierce (and) extreme surprise attack with a large and wide-ranging level (Danbila) that we were lucky to have instead of scoop, we were only able to continue to accept Ganz's obstinate (and persistent) attack even after that.

"You're going to wait. No, you don't."

Lotos continued to take Guntz's offense as he even lowered back.

And I kept calling for a ceasefire against Ganz with desperation.

But Ganz only once said, "No questions asked!" Only according to that, he never opened his mouth after that, and continued to persevere (and persevere) over and over again with the simple task of lifting his favorite battle axe (sheep) high above his head, then swinging it down vigorously with the momentum as it stood.

Metal sounds rang dozens of degrees hitting each other violently with huge battle axes and steps flat in the deep green forest, which should normally be quiet (shin).

And when they found out, they were about thirty meters away from the group.

They were scratching the other SS members who had decided on opportunism and walking deeper into the woods.

But if there were any people around the two of them at all, they weren't.

The bearers of Lotus' colleagues watched the battle of Lotus with concern.

and that's when Lotos suddenly lost his balance greatly.

He pulled his right foot one step backwards with the intention of taking away the blow of the battle axe as he had fallen backwards, and the fallen tree took his foot.

"" "" Rotos!

The bearers shouted the name of Lotos in unison.

And they didn't want to see the next sight that would appear in front of them, almost simultaneously meditating (snuffing) harder on their eyes and covering their faces with their hands.

Fortunately, however, their expectations fell far short.

Lotos rolled backwards with the momentum of his buttcake on his good shape, and stood up perfectly brilliantly as he twirled.

"Pfft. Oh, you didn't."

With Gantz, who misses a great chance to be discouraged, and his bearers, who had not witnessed the moment under the assumption of the worst, Lotus leaked a little outrageous sentiment.

"No - it's good to have a round body. Thanks to you."

"Lo, Lotos, are you okay?

The leader of the bearer spoke terribly.

"You're all right. Oh, no, you're not okay yet."

So Lotos inhaled one big breath, then exhaled slowly.

He then shifted his gaze from his colleague to Ganz and said in a serene tone.

"Mr. Gantz, don't do this."

Then Ganz, who was told, also took another big, deep breath, and then finally opened his mouth with a flair such as it was open.

"Hey, it's Lotus. I told you I didn't have to ask questions."

"You're in trouble for me to say that. Why are you doing this all of a sudden? We ate the same pot of rice.

"Well, I did eat the same pot of rice. That said, we're not close. We've had a couple of conversations, right?

"That's right. But you've been with me forever."

"You said you were with me, and the team would be apart. I'm SS. You'll be just like them."

Gantz said while pointing the chin at those who were holding their breath around them.

"Right. But you're the same Kingsguard squadron. You're one of us."

"... No, I'm sorry, but I've never thought of you guys as my people. What I think of as companions are those who can fight together with their backs. Sure, Lotos, you're brave. But look around. Your people. I won't even try to pull out my sword just to keep an eye on you from earlier. Your people. You are responsible and not warriors. To be perfectly clear, I've been watching you guys from the bottom of my heart."

The said bearers look at each other with dark, sunken faces.

And Lotus was also badly depressed and deeply upset.

"Oh, no, Mr. Gantz..."

"That's why. Don't feel bad. Then again...... let's go!

Say it. Ganz struck Lotos again abruptly.

"Wait a minute! Mr. Gantz! I knew you'd stop!

Then Ganz lifted his mouth and said away.

"I won't say it again. This is the last one... no questions asked!