Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

Volkling Circus case.

The number of victims of the terrorist disaster, later so called, exceeds twenty thousand, preferably.

In floating city float rises with a population of more than 4 million may be a relatively small number. But the absolute value of more than 20,000 victims took humans around the world out of heart and gall.

Only some still know that the beginning of a terrorist attack with so many sacrifices was the desire of just one man.

The man is now [rested] in a certain room.

Yes, it's not detention, incarceration, imprisonment, or confinement.

It was placed there not as a person, but as an object.

The convenience name is' Siglos Schweinberg '.

He was the second generation leader of the handler cluster Volkling Circus, a former human being.

A monster that is half fused with a mass of rubble, yet still alive.

Surrounded by a device (device) that suppresses Photon Blood activation in a dim space, [it] was a strange object that now breathes.

As a precaution, Surgically "SEAL" activities are suppressed, but it is still not reassuring to know that "Sacrid Carrier" exists, and Sword Lady Villey and Ice Spear Karellen are here.

In the storage area of this mixture of inorganic and organic materials, a corner of a rented warehouse is borrowed. There was no other suitable place in the city that was moving towards reconstruction, and he was forced to abandon it because the shape was the shape to take him to the formal detention centre.

But it was a shame for Villey and Karellen.

Because the mayor of the city entrusted the Knights of the Pale Red Flame with the "management" of the Siglos, thus bringing it closer to the "artifact holder" without looking the other person in the eye.

"Wake up."

He shouted so cold that he wondered if the frost would fall on the wall echoing the sound, that Villey gently poked a chunk of rubble at the peak of the stripper Liverdeen.

A tall, but cloudy sound sounds thin and long.

"-..."

The man, also visible in the wind, eaten by rubble while asleep, opened his dead fish-like eyes thinly, leaking a slight voice from his vain mouth when eating bugs. Or maybe that was a voice-like sound, like the sound that sounded in your body finally came out looking for a place to go.

Are you conscious or not? I'm not even sure about that.

Four and a half days have already passed since I retrieved this man. But from the influence of the artifact, it seems that my self is becoming unstable, and it was as if I had not talked about it. Occasionally, I sometimes utter words that make sense, but then the front and back were unclear, as if I were receiving a lady full of noise (audio data).

"You must be awake. Answer this question."

Still, there was something the Villies needed to know. Therefore, she does not give up patiently hanging her sigloss on the hearing.

Next standing next to Villey, this one was also queried by Karellen, who held the love spear Nibelung.

"Confirm. I'm pretty sure your name is' Siglos Schweinberg ', huh?

"- Shh... Gu, Ro... Shh...?

But the reaction is dull. As if asleep, the man recited some of the words spoken.

The girl he called 'Lortolinze' to him when he secured the stature of Siglos - after he finished talking to her. What made this man look like an abolitionist?

Immediately afterwards, he was calling out cursing rumors, but to ensure his safety it was too busy, Villy hit him with a sheath of swords and cut his consciousness. Then we assembled a team of "NPKs" and relocated each piece of rubble here.

But the next time this man woke up, he was in a state of cardiac loss, as you can see, and he couldn't have a proper conversation.

Villey thinks it's because of the beating. I've beaten people up more than once, but I've never seen a guy do [such a broken way]. Definitely, there must be other causes.

Initially, the city's reconstruction work was rushed, so for now, Siglos was fitted with a Photon Blood suppressor, ordering several of the Knights to take surveillance and "SEAL" suppression surgical procedures, and put them behind us.

Then there was a paragraph of work, and Villey and Karellen finally came back here - but the state of the Siglos had not changed in any way.

"- Again, as I can tell from what I've heard, you seem to be having a personality breakdown"

The artifact of "…" fusion (union), right? Though I heard that overloading artifacts won't be a busy thing... it's terrible. "

There are currently only Villey and Karellen, and Siglos. So Karellen's tone was not that of the vice president to the head of the regiment.

The rest of the crew make them refrain from going outside the warehouse and are strict enough to never come in, no matter what.

Whatever you're about to do, you'll never be shown it, even if it's in you. Few witnesses had ever crossed the line.

"Perhaps my" life (vivify) "is also close to this end. I assimilate and take in allowances or gradually what is around me, my boundaries become blurred, and I forget who I am and inflate - that sort of place. Well, unlike this guy, even in that state, I would have the whole thing as a [life form]."

Severely calm, Karellen mouthed the results of the analysis. I don't see the color of agitation in my jade eyes. I'm prepared for this a long time ago - that's what I wanted to say.

"Right... what would happen in my case?

Likewise, Villey also appeared calm and posed a slight doubt.

"Now, I can't say much because I don't have enough material..." The real (iggyst) is an artifact that imparts mass to shapeless things. Will it be crushed by overrealizing something I don't understand? Or, on the contrary, you yourself are de-realised… in other words, extinguish. That would be the place. "

"Hmm... that's possible"

Karellen lined up the brutal predictions, as if to anticipate them in the film's story as well. In contrast, Villey usually hammers too.

Karellen glanced sideways at her like that,

"I don't think so, but you're not being cowardly, are you, Villy?

"Oh, who are you talking to? I'll kill you, Cal."

Piscilling away Karellen's sarcasm, Villey engraved a grin on her frank mouth. He turns a compelling flush from his deep red eyes and deliberately releases his killer.

"I hate jokes like that, don't I?

"I know. We've known each other a long time. Now what?

As for the willow, which was blown by the wind, he recieved the stabbing signs, and Karellen smiled again. Return the story to the main point after a conversation where you poke each other with a round tip needle.

"- Is it no longer possible to extract any information from this man?

"No, it's quick to decide. There are [things that come back to life by losing] in everything. Even if we can't talk about it now, if this condition is of artifact origin, there is no chance that we will recover from the loss of the artifact."

"- It's just not zero, what is it? Anyway."

"Do you mind if I say 'I'll be absolutely fine' even if you're lying? Like your favorite legendary braves and heroes."

When Karellen said so, Villey blew it out small.

"Well, that doesn't look good on you."

"Above all, you understand. Then let's leave this for nothing."

"Yes."

As they nodded, they changed their positions. Karellen bypasses Siglos and turns to the other side. Villey and Karellen stood on both sides of the sigloss, taking the form of a pinch with a weapon.

Karellen sets up Nibelung without alarm and tells Villey.

"Villey. This man has been subjected to measures to curb SEAL activity, but the power of the artifact is more out of the logic of the world. Needless to say, it's forbidden to be alarmed."

"Cal, you're the one being careful. If you stay in my time, I'll kill you all."

"... I'm telling you to worry about yourself..."

Karellen whines with a mixed voice of shuddering particulates to a girl who is both familiar with childhood and Lord of Swords, who returns strongly to her counsel. He tried to flatter his shoulders, but stopped. I told you not to be alarmed. If a human makes an extra move, it's unconvincing.

"I'm coming, Cal"

"Oh, let's breathe together"

At the same time, the two pointed the palm of the unarmed at the sigloss assimilated to the rubble.

The ethereal and red "SEALs" inspire each other as if they echo each other.

On each exposed skin a glowing crest of ice blue and ruby red emerged. Both activated Photon Bloods run through the entire body depicting the "SEAL" geometry. "The SEAL suppressor encloses the output part toward the signal, so it has no effect on the two of us.

The dim warehouse was lightly lit by a mixture of pale, red, and bi-colored purple.

It was then.

"- You picked me up?

Suddenly, a slightly clearer voice came from the mouth of Siglos.

――

Tension between Villey and Karellen rises to the extreme in one go. The two instantly grabbed the weapon with both hands and set themselves up. Kill if there is a slight but disturbing movement. I was going to.

Sigloss, who was sandwiched by killing when he had extreme cold air, continues his words without changing his mind, however, whether he had not noticed it or not.

"You guys are that black guy's parsley. I know. You're here to pick me up, aren't you?

"Black guy......?

You don't think so, Villy repeats one of the words Siglos said. The gaze directed at Karellen said, "Who am I talking about...? The confusion was mixed."

Karellen returns one nod to Villey's gaze and speaks to Siglos.

"- That's a good guess. How did you know?

Naturally, I don't even know who Siglos refers to as the 'black guy' to Karel Ren. That's why he, on the contrary, dared to talk to each other.

Ha, and Siglos laughs with his nose.

"You thought you wouldn't notice? You're both" artifact holders. "All those rare characters are coming to me. What do you know?"

"... I see"

If you don't deny it, you don't affirm it. That's one of the tricks when talking to each other. Karellen doesn't give us any information about ourselves and tries to extract as much information as we can from Siglos.

"Did you notice in the artifact reaction? You're a boulder, Siglos Schweinberg."

"That kind of clear rhetoric is a bug acid run. That's disgusting. You?

Siglos scoffed at Karel Ren, who confirmed his name by pretending to praise him.

Based on that appearance, Karellen deduces the situation. Apparently, at present, his consciousness is' Siglos' the person. The awakening was probably triggered by the activation of Villey and Karellen, both artifacts. In a consciousness that fused and mingled with many others, the artifact's reactions were used as an edge to converge again its personality as a diffuse 'Siglos Schweinberg'. That's as if Lady's tuning fits.

Nevertheless, the memory should be cloudy. Anyway, it's like you haven't noticed that Villy is nearby who beat herself up and stunned her.

"- So? Which one of you has the power to help me? Anyway, I'm cramped. Do something about it."

Put a nitanita and a nasty grin on your mouth, Siglos says with dignity. Apparently, he totally assumes his allies are here to help.

"Can't you do something on your own?

"Oh? You know, it's up to you to say it because there's nothing you can do about it, right? Are you nuts, you? - Oh, shit, it's him, it's that kid's fault. I remember now. The artifact has not responded at all since that kid's attack. What's going on? Shit!

I thought you were angry with Karellen's question, and it stays as drastic as it is all at once. Consciousness managed to come together as a 'sigloss', but the mental state seems unstable.

"- That kid, you mean?

"That kid is that kid! That's your name. You know that!

Sigloss, burning in anger, spurned to bite Karelren, who asked. Karellen circles her thoughts, staring at her with her blood-running eyes.

From the circumstances, that kid is probably the brave Beowulf - that is, Ragdishardt. But if what Siglos is saying is true, then this is a wild thing.

That boy may have [the power to suppress artifacts] -

In the first place, I thought it was strange at a time when the current cigrus could not be used as I thought the power of the artifact. It is certainly a force that is difficult to control and basically cannot be used so easily without intertwining with the surgical formula. But with some mastery, artifact attributes can be activated even without the aid of a surgical procedure. In fact, if both Karellen and Villey care about it, they can make the artifact work even without "Bloodstream" or "Blazing Force".

In other words, if Siglos is in full condition, he should be able to disarm the fusion with this rubble even if he is suppressing the action of SEAL. So don't be alarmed, Karellen told Villey.

"- Oh, well. Right. That's right, there's an [array]. You're bringing it, aren't you? Hey."

Thinking he had accidentally settled down, Siglos suddenly started asking for something. No, it was the loudness of the voice that subsided, but not a single piece of fanaticism that dwelt in those light blue eyes has diminished Kelvin.

It's just that I'm craving something unexpected, I get it.

"... don't bother if they just say [arr]. Unlike you, I'm often told I'm a bad guess. Can you make it clear what you want"

Without a sudden rush to demand, Karellen returned only so calmly to settle.

More importantly, it is dangerous to expect too much information from mentally unstable people. Until we take the back, credibility should be treated as low, nor should it be a leap forward in acquisition. Karellen thinks so. Therefore, I also did not feel the need to induce Siglos by force.

With a face like a drug addict, Siglos laughs.

"Don't rush me, [arr] is up to [arr]...! He's the blood of that black guy...! Oh, yeah, I know. I mean, there's an array mixed up in my artifact. Come on! If you drink it, it will work again. This artifact!? Hey! Come on, you useless bastards!!

Again to a sudden sigloss, Karellen turned to a low humidity emerald gaze.

"Useless. Finally, I'd like to hear, can you also say by proper name what you've been saying about the 'black guy'? Like I said, I'm a bad guesswork. Siglos Schweinberg. You want [whose blood]?

"I'll be persistent. Come on, man! What do you know about names? Just..."

"You don't remember, give me your name"

Shh, so that he cleaves with his sword, Villy blocked Siglos' words.

――――

As if frozen instantaneously, the motion of the cigrus clots. The expression was also rigid in a no-surface way, revealing its inner heart.

They pointed to the stars.

The return of personality did not restore the integrity of the memories mixed by excessive fusion. Siglos was still John Doe, a Jane Doe who had forgotten his own birth.

This man no longer has any value as a source - it was too much of a circumstance to disconnect.

Villy didn't hide the sigh of disappointment and disillusionment.

"It's you who's useless. I thought I'd finally spoken decently, with all the vague information. You don't remember what's at stake, but you try to hide it haphazardly and delude it. That sucks."

Don't you have any words to return to the relentless curse, Siglos doesn't move in silence.

Karellen also exhales in disillusionment.

"That's a clap. I could hear some meaningful stories, but in your mental state, it lacks credibility. You're useless if you don't take a lot of back. I'll make it, too bad."

Stunned by the attitude of the two leopards, Siglos slowly moved his gaze and looked alternately at the faces of Villey and Karellen. Suspiciously distorted his face,

"- Who are you people...?

Siglos spoke of doubts now too far as to finally be able to correctly recognise the current situation.

But it is too late.

"I don't have a name for you."

"You don't have to tell me."

Continuing to say as if they had made an offer, the two turned once again, one hand of each to Siglos.

"I'm coming."

"Oh."

Together with the call, the two "SEALs" excite again. The bright print light intensifies, illuminating the sigloss sandwiched between them in pale, red and purple.

Villey and Karellen's arms wrapped around the armor penetrated the sky as quickly as a snake, putting their hands on Siglos' chest almost simultaneously.

Contact.

As soon as I did, a scream burst out of Siglos' throat.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Sigloss' SEAL 'also begins to excite, emitting a glow of chromium green. The whole body assimilated to rubble was severely spasmodized to open his eyes to the limit.

It is impossible to excite your own "SEAL" on the signals that are suppressed and even surrounded by Photon Blood suppressors. In other words, this is nothing more than an external manipulation - that is, a state forced into operation by Villey and Karellen.

A twisted glow similar to electric light is scattered from the "SEAL" of the forcibly excited sigloss. It's heavily loaded and sparkling.

Siglos exclaims as if it calls for severe pain or is being pressed even with baked rice nowadays.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I peel my eyes off so much that I think my eyeballs will pop out, and I get bored with my immobile body.

"- Teh, meh, meh, meh, meh! Heh, heh, heh! Nani and yagaruuuuu!!

Siglos raises his grudgingly smeared voice, stuffing and suffering from the pain.

On the contrary, of the Villies answering, it was cold enough to freeze.

"As you can see, I'm taking artifacts from you."

"It's no use resisting. Two to one, you can do as simple a calculation as you want, right?

"Physical contact between artifact holders. This makes it possible to transfer holdings of artifacts. Otherwise," the owner of the artifact will have to [accidentally] receive the artifact to be transferred in Atlanta upon his death. But relying on such coincidences is less desirable than looking for a grain of sand in the desert.

Therefore, the only way to secure the artifact is to make physical contact with the owner, transfer or rob him.

Still, Siglos laughs and throws up, shaking herself up in a raging pain that makes her nerves yasle.

"- Ha! And you don't know......!? Holds multiple artifacts! Ho, soku, whoa, whoa!?

The deep green geometry running over his face distorts greatly with the look of the sigloss.

Sucking up the artifact of fusion from the hand that pressed against his chest, Villy doesn't even smile slightly while at an overwhelming advantage.

"Yeah, I know. Artifacts are compatible. When conflicting artifacts are cohabited in the same flesh, the owner dies in rejection. Right?"

As far as Karellen is concerned, he is poking the tip of the axe spear Nibelung into the throat of Siglos. There is no fine dust in the alarm. He was responsible for the continuation of Villey's words.

"For this reason, [order] becomes crucial to owning multiple artifacts. This is one of the factors that makes it difficult to align artifacts. Among them, the" fusion "you have is a broken artifact. Anyway, [whatever artifact you are, you just have to merge to be one]. The best advantages for collecting artifacts."

Hearing the two replies, Siglos spills a lowly grin from his crooked lips, kuhihi, and screams as if he had forgotten the pain.

"- Then die! Temehe and both of them, blow it up! My artifact is universal to receive, but not the other way around. So hey! Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! Dead in the afterlife amicably. Yeah!!

Karellen, however, ruthlessly denied the resentment, which was not even oriented toward the blade being poked at, and was smashed to throw up blood reflexes.

"It's not"

My eyes look down on the black tip of an axe spear polished like a mirror when I look down at Siglos.

"- Why do you think there's so much pain running all over you right now? Normally, there shouldn't be that much strain on transplanting artifacts. And you know why you're suffering?

After the teacher asks the question to try the student, Karellen begins the commentary without waiting for a response as it is.

"- Think about what it means to have two of us. [Meaning we're both transitioning artifacts at the same time]."

"... ugh!? Ma, sa -!?"

The color of understanding spreads to the light blue eyes.

A way you'll never think of by yourself. "For the first time, the owners of the artifact have both been able to...

Beyond that, Villy inherited it.

"I'm [splitting] your artifact. By dividing it into two parts, the artifact loses its function. That makes it possible to accept compatibility and individuality regardless. I'm sorry you couldn't take us on the road."

Every word of the sword lady pierces the heart of Siglos.

"- Ugh... right... Ro...?

At this moment, he understood.

Everything is outdone - and.

I don't know who they are. These two are in action after anticipating everything in these hands.

I mean, it's all for nothing even against them.

I just have to be stomped on one side.

As it were, I lost even one advantage, and I had no choice but to be deprived of artifacts like this.

The only thing left in my mind that made me so desperate was the pain that just lasted.

Sigloss opens his mouth wide to the shape of an 'ah', causing the scream of the Terminator to tree spirit. The sad screams echo in the warehouse, which is not even as wide, disappear.

After this, his nasal cry continued across more than a minit.

Villey and Karellen, who bisected the artifact of "fusion" and absorbed it into each, took their hands off the sigloss as they loosened the light of the glow crest.

I won't let the sigloss be slight. But he wouldn't be dead yet. My consciousness burned out in so much pain.

"- Maybe a little bit of a haunt went by."

After a job, Karellen shrugged with a slight smile. Villy, who heard it, says this all the time.

"Wouldn't that be nice? No room for sympathy."

In fact, it is a stark lie that severe pain occurs when dividing artifacts.

Probably the nerves of Siglos, assimilated to rubble, which began to function properly by losing the artifact of "fusion", resuscitating a pain that had never been felt before.

In other words, he deserved it.

It was easy to predict that this would happen, so Karellen just made the most of it.

The next time this no-one anywhere man wakes up, the pain of hell will annoy him again. But I had to say that this degree of punishment would still be light if it cost more than 20,000 lives and a balance.

Whatever's going on inside this man, the sin of massacring so many human beings will not go away. If we must continue to live in harder blame bitterness than death, that is what pays off.

Also this man will never be killed until the upper echelons of some countries have decided to be treated. I have no doubt that he will be sentenced to death sooner or later, but vice versa, until that moment when he will execute his sentence, he will be made to live and live forever, no matter what.

Yes, his atonement has only just begun.

Karellen changes the subject while data Nibelung and storing it in storage.

By the way, Villy, I'm talking about the other Sacrifice Holder you were talking about.

He turned to the water about something he hadn't heard the details of yet. This is what she said during her intense duties. "There is another" artifact holder "in this city besides Siglos" -.

Villey also returned Liverdeen to storage, paying with one hand for the golden ponytail that was out in front of her shoulder because of her forward leaning position.

"Yeah, it's her. From what I've been hearing on the sidelines, he seemed to be part of the Volkling Circus. The name is definitely... loltrinse, I thought you said. Yeah, I'm sure his full name is Loltrinse Volkling.

"... I see. The name of the first leader of the" Volkling Circus "that was definitely on the record was Audis Volkling. The same last name would mean a relative of the cluster founder. My daughter, or I just said niece."

"- My daughter, I'm sure. That's what we were talking about."

Villey deliberately lay low that Siglos and the girl were half-brothers and sisters. Even if they were Karellen, they decided it wasn't a good story to listen to.

Karellen breathed softly.

"Right.... but I didn't know that the" Artifact Holder "was more of a new cluster member of Beowulf and Princess Xiaolong... I really used to say" Jokers "to make it"

In response to this blur, Villy deliberately pointed her lips. Say it like a stubborn child.

"Already. That's why I said, let those kids in our nights. If you did, wouldn't you be getting a new artifact for each of her by now?

"That's how the results theory tells me I can't say anything back."

Raising his hands so that he could stand aside, Karellen declared his surrender. With him, I know as much as Villy doesn't mean it.

In fact, the answer is no if you conveniently put a girl named Lortrinse in the hands of every artifact as it were, as it were, by joining the two "BVJs" to the "Knights of Pale Red Flames".

The world is not that simple.

That's why Villy joked about it.

"- But what do we do? When they're involved with Beowulf, isn't it hard for you to do it? Villy."

"Oh, why?

To the worried Karellen, the sword lady showed her Kyotong face. Then, cum, she laughs. If the little devil got the flesh of an angel, he might give this look - that's how he laughed.

"It's not just how you get the artifact to take away anything, is it? That would be the best thing if you could give it up in a discussion, and you'd know it if you talked about it. You're lucky they were" artifact holders. "You're smart, but sometimes hard to think about, Cal."

- You know, you're very optimistic.

Jeez, Karellen shrugs as she flaunts her shoulder. The Lord of his sword is attractive for his will to be strong and clean and white, but occasionally it is flawed in the balls that shallow considerations stand out.

It's not stupid. I just really believe it. If Loltrinze Volkling is one of Beowulf's people, he is undoubtedly open to discussion and gives way to the artifact.

I never doubt who I believed once - that was the beauty of Miss Sword Villey, but that's why Karellen couldn't imitate it. Stand at Villey's blind spot and see what she doesn't see. Because that's his role.

But.

"But, Villy, what if Beowulf and the others were looking for artifacts just like us? Worst case scenario, you might be at odds with them - but then, naturally, you're ready to fight, aren't you?

What if there is no discussion, and all you can do is take it away - what do you do when you have to? As for Karellen, I had to make sure of that.

What is it now?

The blonde swordsman laughed lightly at Karellen's stuffing, which reinforced her tone.

"It's okay, don't worry"

When Brad Ruby is around, he sees a childhood mood with deep red eyes, and Sword Lady Villey shudders.

"If you're serious about standing in front of me, I'll slash you relentlessly, even if they were you. You're not complaining about this, are you?

With a full smile and a swordswallowing dialogue, Villey turned around and walked out of the warehouse.

"Well, there's still a lot to do. Neither you, Rug, nor Princess Xiaolong, nor the" Sacrificial Carrier "girlfriend, will escape anyway. We'll see about that again."

"... oh, I'm fine. I'm relieved. From the bottom of my heart..."

Saying in a squeezed voice like a squeeze out of the back of her throat, Karellen follows her.

The cold sweat that blew out was passing down his back.

Even if they were you, I would slaughter them relentlessly - the moment they said that, I wondered if the words themselves really slashed them. Villey's voice was casual and insignificant enough to illuminate so.

I found it more amazing than being poorly emotional.

She proclaimed that she was familiar with childhood, that she was a belly heart, and that she was the only partner to seek artifacts - letting herself be lightly slashed like that and without any concern.

We've known each other for a long time, but I couldn't even tell if we were serious or joking.

I'm supposed to advise you not to shift your emotions too much, but they shook you up the other way.

With a slight glimpse of bottomless fear, Karellen nevertheless joins hands with a strange sense of satisfaction, convinced this way.

After all, there was no mistake in my decision to give her the sword - and so on.

That's when.

Well, I thought I heard voices from behind.

――

Stop and look back.

There is nothing in sight to do with them. Sigloss, transformed into a mass of debris, also remains calm and silent. Doesn't look like he's regaining consciousness.

"-? What's up, Cal?

"... no, it's nothing"

Are you out of your mind? In so concluding, Karellen ignored the signs of being caught in the superficial layer of consciousness.

Carrellen switches consciousness as she follows the golden ponytail that rocks ahead, left and right.

Forget about the artifact, as one arm of Sword Lady Villey, there is as much to be done as there is to be done.

After this incident, the mountains were formed and waiting for the two of us.

- Kuhi, someone laughed.

■

Under a clear Ethereal Dome, the little ones are interested in playing ball.

It's a small park in the corner of the residential area where the four of us are kicking the ball. They all look about the age of elementary school. I guess the adults are busy rebuilding the city. Apparently the guardians watching over them were not here.

One kicked ball jumped in the wrong direction.

The ball jumped over the tall hedge surrounding the park, unlucky and hit just around the waist of the man who had passed through it.

"- Oh?"

It shouldn't have even hurt as bad, but the man stops and turns in the direction the ball flew in.

He was a suspicious man to see.

Whatever you do, your whole body is black.

Very ordinary dress shirt with tie, suit. He wears a long trench coat over them and sunglasses on his face. The longer your habitual hair is, the more your ears are hidden.

It was very normal as a silhouette. What is different, however, is that they are all unified in black monochrome.

No matter how anyone saw it, he didn't look like a staunch person, and therefore one of the children who had run after the ball had hardened as much of the plaster when they saw him.

Plus, the guy was pretty long. From a little kid's point of view, he would have looked like such a horrible giant. The boy's face stains with fear as he sees it.

"... oh, my goodness - I'm sorry...!

The child nevertheless tried to utter words of apology, shaking his rattle and whole body as if he had been thrown into the blizzard in a light outfit.

A man hiding in his sunglasses and not knowing how his gaze was moving slowly raised and lowered his head.

The man seemed to have first seen a ball bouncing with a tent at his feet and then shifted his gaze to the child's face.

Then finally, I raise my voice as I understand things.

"... oh, I see. This is your ball, isn't it? No, it's okay, because I'm not angry. Don't be so frightened."

In an unexpectedly mild tone, the man succumbed to the spot and pinched the ball with both hands. Stand up,

"Yes, go ahead"

Haha, and laughs frankly, offering the ball to Kyoton and the kid staring at his own face.

The child, who was on the verge of crying out, tipped his neck over the unexpected and stared at the man's face. Then I ask this question very naturally.

"Uncle... aren't you a bad person...?

"Uncle -!?"

The man seemed to be more shocked by the 'uncle' call than the 'bad guy'.

"Uh..."

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"Um, actually? I look like this, my physical age is still in my mid-twenties..."

"-? Uncle, right...?

A child is an innocent and cruel creature. A knife of merciless words pierced Gusari and the man's chest, and he groaned, "Aww..."

"... yeah, yes, not a bad person. Okay? It may look a little suspicious, but I'm not scared. Okay? So yes, go ahead."

You gave up a lot, some impossibly, but in a calm and gentle voice, the man offered the ball again.

Did the child convince the voice and then he walks over to the man and receives the ball on the hedge?

"Thanks, Uncle"

"…………………… you are welcome…"

My voice was about to cry a little.

"Not again."

Waving his hand like a small red leaf, the child tries to run away with his back turned. but

"- Oh, wait a minute"

A man called it a stop out of the way.

As soon as he rushes out, Pita stops and the child looks back in wonder.

The man indicated the boy's right knee with his fingers wrapped in black leather gloves,

"You're hurt, aren't you? I'll fix you up. Come here for a minute."

Hey, I made an offer.

While you were playing, you must have fallen and rubbed off. The kid, who was seeping thin green blood into the knee kid, let the offer shine, blah, blah.

"- Ugh!

Everyone in adults can use the recovery formula - a short circuit thought unique to the child, and he accepted the man's proposal without a doubt.

Again he walks over to the man standing across the hedge and sticks his injured knee forward.

The man gives in a little and reaches out his right hand from across the hedge. The tip of the index finger was allowed to touch slightly above the child's knee.

The man's "SEAL" inspires.

But if I hadn't seen it so carefully, I wouldn't have noticed the change.

The glow print of the blackened man was still black. A pitch black similar to Coltar runs on less exposed skin and draws a geometric pattern.

Recovery Ceremony "Heel" activated.

After breathing heavily, the wound disappeared - so vivid that the knee abrasion healed completely without a trace.

But the flashy sight you should have imagined - the brightly colored "SEAL" glittering crest floated, and the blinding flash of the eyes was expecting the blink of an eye, once again, the child tilts his little nozzle as a kyoton. Jeez, I peered into the pitch-black sunglasses that showed my face, and I heard this as if I had even seen a candle that lit a fire but didn't burn.

"... Uncle, don't you have a hitch?

Then the man laughed, haha, as troubled.

"Yes, unfortunately mine doesn't glow. Was it plain and surprising?

"... yeah. My mom and dad's are going to be fine. [M] Uncle, hey."

I say Zubari with a child-specific lack of reluctance. But is a man accustomed to being told, he doesn't break the grin of his mouth?

"Yes, it's weird. So, I'm ashamed everyone will find out, so please keep me a secret from Mom and Dad, okay?

Stand your index finger in front of your lips using a surgical technique, and do the following.

Secrets, I guess I reacted to the word. The child's face was filled with joy. For kids these days, secrets just become treasures. He nodded forcefully.

"- Yeah! Damn it!

"Thank you. Come on, your friend's waiting for you. Please go back to him."

Once his black hands showed the children in the park, he looked back and looked up at the man's face again.

I laugh brightly.

"Thank you, uncle!

"Yes, you're welcome. Now watch out for injuries."

"Bubba!

With a well said goodbye greeting, the child ran away with the ball.

After seeing his little back even smaller and rendezvous with his friends, the man turned back on his heels and resumed his steps.

Make dry shoe noises and go sidewalks.

and there,

"- I was watching. Yeah, Khunya Han. Be nice again."

A young girl's voice was called from a strange direction: diagonally upwards to the right.

The man, called Guruyi, circles his neck, turns his sunglasses in the direction where his voice is heard, and slackens his mouth.

"Oh, welcome back, Agnell. No, this is embarrassing... oh, how did it go from the sky?

It was the girl floating in the universe who was ahead of Hiroyuki as he looked up.

He folds a vermilion umbrella made of bamboo and paper, lays down and sits down beautifully. It was not the girl herself that was actually floating, it was called the "Japanese Umbrella".

"Well, it was pretty much there. It's been two days since then, but it's been a little tricky."

The girl answering the question of Kuniya - Agnir dropped the altitude of her umbrella and came down to just the right height for her gaze. It floats with Pukapuka next to the right of Khunya, and the speed at which it proceeds also fits his gait.

Agnir was a brilliant girl when she did it, as opposed to a black monochromatic hookup.

Silver hair that produces seven-color prisms in the sunlight. I bind it up unconstitutionally enough to reach my back. But in spite of the cluttered knot, there was a strange elegance.

What fits in both eyes are eyes of different colours, left and right. Blue as sky with right eye and glossy red odd eye when rose with left. A shade of eyes that makes me anxious about what I see is looking at Kuniya in some ill-spirited shape.

What you are wearing is Kimono, also a symbol of Far East clothing culture. This is a terribly flashy finish with deep red fabric and plenty of gold and silver embroidery. But if you wear it correctly, you'll look classy. That, Agnell, was dressed like a playgirl, with her shoulders dewy.

"The building is almost back to normal. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, we'll be completely rebuilt?

She reports on the reconstruction of the city from the sky and goes on like this.

"That being said, boulders were just floating cities and takeaways, and there were many empty flights. I can't breathe easily, or the delivery people fly everywhere and the sky is narrow. I'm really impatient."

To Agnir, who appealed to him that he had worked so hard, he returned it reasonably.

"I guess the movement of baggage and data is increasing with reconstruction work. I don't have a choice. But you're certainly too handy. Honestly, I thought the incident itself would last longer..."

Agnir sends a pranky flush to Kuniya, who would have swallowed the word that it would be resolved so quickly.

"What, I've heard that it's been half a day since the incident... did you also unexpectedly do Kuniya Han, the boulder?

"Yeah, it took about three or four days to twitch and the city collapsed."

Agniel laughs, uh-huh, at Gongyi, who speaks of spectacular predictions in a serene tone.

"-Saya, but I didn't want that much damage. I rushed all the way here from Saya. Do you?"

"Yeah, well. Sacrifice is a sacrifice for our purpose, but it's not that the more it is, the better. I was going to stop [his] rampage in the right place, but I didn't know there was a fierce enough man in this city to stop the" Sacrifice Holder (Sacrid Carrier) "... I was surprised."

That's an unusual sight.

While a black man walks, he talks to a girl about two or three more years younger than the kid he was playing ball with earlier about the "Volkling Circus Case," as if it were a public story. That, too, is spoken like we are a party.

Gongyi continues with her index finger in leather gloves, pinned and raised.

"That's not all. As you said, the rate of rest after the incident is also amazing. It's as if someone was handy [as if they had known beforehand that this would happen]. Apparently, it was a bad time. There seems to be a lot of good people in this city. Miscalculation after miscalculation. It was a huge failure."

Seriously, and somewhere delightfully discussing, Agnir frowned.

"I mean, as depressing as words are, let it go? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. - Really, what's the purpose of wandering this city on purpose, knowing it's already a failure? You really care about the reconstruction, don't you?

Agnir exhales like a shudder and throws an inquiry at a black man who thinks his thoughts are off and depressing, and who is strangely obvious even as he repeats his backward remarks.

If the results you were hoping for in this floating city didn't work out and the plan failed, there should no longer be one reason to stay -

To the silver-haired girl claiming so, Gunyi replied this as she advanced her legs to take a relaxing walk.

"It's information-gathering, Agnell. Aren't you curious? Where and how, [he] -" Siglos, who had the fusion, stopped you and saved this city. And who guided this super-fast reconstruction "

"... that's how much you can look up online?

"You don't understand, Agnir. The freshness and precision of the information is immediately felt on the skin, right? There's a lot of noise in information over the net. I don't really trust you."

I guess I lost sight of the significance of mentioning this any more to Kunyi, who proclaims it like a professor who lectures. Agneel, hum, and pointy his lips, hammering at the throw.

"That kind of thing. Out of the way"

"Yeah, that's what it is"

The way Kuniya nods with pleasure, no matter how you look at it, only seems to be the wind that a long trip is more fun than gathering information. It's weird from where you're walking right now. If you want information, there must be a right place, and there's no way you can use it for a residential area like this.

As for Agnir, the visible lie is not funny.

"... Well, if you're Han Kuni, you'll be done collecting that information. Let's get this over with and get home."

"Huh? Why?

Kuniya asks Agnir back a little unexpectedly, who has obviously put on the table his desire to return early.

The girl then turned a jittery gaze from the blue and red heterochromia.

"- Did I tell you? I was watching. Did you heal your child's injuries earlier? Oh, my God. [I'm not a real parent or a doctor] I can't believe you interfered with your child's" SEAL "and applied a recovery procedure. The boulder is Hanya Kuniya, isn't it?

"Uh... haha..."

To Agnir, who chooses words as far-fetched as they may be, Kuniya tries to delude herself with a dry laugh.

Typically, several steps or tools are required to interfere with someone else's "SEAL" and affect the flesh from there.

If it is an explorer, a common protocol is created and made by means of a switch or a link by router.

If you are a medical professional, you may also use a device called a "linovator" to recover or interfere with properties through a pre-set medical port on the patient's "SEAL".

Exceptionally, close relatives - basically parents - sometimes have set root permissions at the birth of a child, making it possible to use the surgical formula from physical contact even without a special instrument.

However, none of the earlier acts of Gunyi apply to this.

Seeing Gunyi getting poked at the pain and wolfing, somewhat of a drinking-down, uh-huh, Agnir chuckles.

"Your power -" Pollution and all that depravity, but what are we supposed to do with it? I'm done with the boredom, and I'll be home soon.

"No, I'm here."

Knowing that an awkward lie had been nursed, Gunyi roared in arms. But eventually, as I noticed, he scratches the head of his nose and tells the truth.

"No, well, to be honest, I wanted to relax a little. When it comes to floating city float rises, isn't it one of the world's leading tourist destinations? Don't you think if we played for a little while, we wouldn't hit a bee? Hey, god of the living?

Ironically containing a slight poison, Agnir turned his eyes against the bow and deepened his grin.

"Hey, you don't mind if I play around a little bit, huh? Really just a little bit, but let it go."

Called the god of the living, she punctuates the sunglasses of Kuniya with a meaningful glance - oh, let it, I think.

"If I let you do it, Kuniya Han, while I work out my next plan, will you? Then when you go home, you'll be left alone.

"Oh, that's a good idea. Let's have it."

To Agnir's suggestion, Kuniyi jumped without a single one or two. With him, I guess I was looking for excuse material.

"Seya, what do you want to do next? We like funny things, though."

When Agnir laughed and laughed like a bad boy planning a prank, Kuniya also said this as if he could even plan a sightseeing.

"Right - dropping this floating island next, what do you say?

To this idea, Agniel sparkled her blue and red eyes and raised her voice.

"Heh, that sounds like fun! - Oh, let it go, but how do you do that?

"Probably, alle"

and Kuniyi are black fingertips, pointing to Lunatic Babel stretching from the center of the city to space.

"If we lose that tower, we should lose the balance of power that is keeping this island at a certain altitude. That way, unless it's too much, the island will fall to the surface."

I guess you imagined that ruinous sight. Agnir laughs happily, uh-huh, twisting the orbit of the Japanese umbrella flying through the universe like a kneech and a snake.

"Funny how to get out of the way......! So, what's next?

"No, you can't do it right away on a boulder. This whole thing would have caught the eye of [guardians] here, wouldn't it? We need to be adults for a while."

When Gunyi said so, Agnir flipped and stuck his lips out. The movement of the Japanese umbrella also grows as if it had been depressed.

"Oh, I can't help it... if we want to extinguish the charcoal in one shot like that..."

"Well, well, I'm well aware of Agnir's prowess, so just be patient for a moment"

Kuni put one hand on Agnir's head, whose Japanese umbrella height dropped too low to reach his chest, and gently stroked him to forgive the rampage horse.

Agneel, whose head was stroked by a contrasting large palm,

"... when it's time to do that plan, you'll definitely let us...?

Saying in a sweet voice, he stared at Kunya in the upper hand. Only that look did not depend on the age of appearance, it was that of a terribly luscious [woman].

"Yes, of course. I promise."

When he snorted, Gunyi let go of his hand, which was stroking Agnir, this time offering only as a sign of friendship and promise.

Agneel stared at his hand wrapped in black leather gloves for a few moments,

"-Hey, you said you trusted me. If I betray you, do you understand?

Ugh, and smiled, shaking hands with those little hands.

At the end of the road for a long man and a girl on a Japanese umbrella is the Float Rise Central District.

Once engraved, the wound always activates the cell and the affected area flourishes during the process before it is fully healed. It was the same as the city, and contrary to a quiet residential area that had not been damaged, the devastating Central District had become exactly like a hive.

Far away, the buzzing noise reaches this far.

The strange man and the girl held hands and went into the heart of such a rebuilding city.