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

So - no, I'm not sure what that means - me and Mr. Villey borrowed one of the four chamberlain coats and were facing each other in the middle of it.

…………

I really don't know what that means.

As I have said many times, Mr. Villey has always been my admirer.

No, it still is.

One of the highest peaks a swordsman should aspire to is the "Sword." One of them was awarded the "Sword Lady" and a young swordsman. That's Mr. Villey, Victoria van Fredericks.

I got to know such an amazing person, even a meeting in the name of a date - what a meeting - and no matter how fake (imitation) you are, you have a weapon, and I can't believe you're standing with me like this.

I think you're dreaming, too, and I try to follow your cheeks, but it usually hurt.

Seriously, it was real.

"I'm afraid I'll let you down. But, Rag, please don't hesitate to call me."

chuckles, and says Mr. Villey with a goddess-like smile.

But for being gentle with me, there's no incredible gap in that setup, and I can only see a future where I eat counters no matter how I strike a sword in from anywhere.

"- Oh?"

As soon as I laid down lightly, Mr. Villey leaked a strange voice.

Even if it involves a gentle atmosphere, the deep red eyes seem to sharpen helplessly when you hold the sword. Once again, Mr. Villey confirmed my whereabouts.

"- You're being duplicitous. He seemed to have a very big sword when I saw him before, but isn't the style fixed?

"Yes. For once, I was instructed by my master so that I could handle any weapon to some extent."

Heh, Mr. Villey looks lightly at me like that.

"You're a rare mentor, Rag. What about your master? Normally, I would narrow it down to one weapon of fitness... but... oh, no... yeah... I see. [So you are]"

――

Tilting her neck to Mr. Villey, convinced by herself for some reason, she laughed.

"It's nothing, we're talking over here. Let's get started."

That said, Mr. Villey sent a command from "SEAL" to the timer installed by the coat.

Pawn, and a slightly distracting electronic sound rings.

Let the game begin.

――――

As soon as I did, I had the illusion that the temperature in my coat had dropped to freezing at once. Then, as if the atmosphere is charged, the skin of the whole body becomes vile and poppy.

It was as if the sight in my eyes had changed dramatically.

The sense of urgency as if you were flying at high altitude naked penetrates the core of your body.

Needless to say, the cause. It is Mr. Villey, who stands in front of me and has a soft sword dressed like "Ji Lady."

The guy who stood in a powerless position and was just pointing the tip of the blue bar this way - changed the air so far.

There is no significant change in expression, structure, or both.

Even so, the atmosphere of the place had changed as much as if it had only turned into a different realm.

"What's the matter, Mr. Rug? You don't mind if I shoot you first, do you?

With a cool voice, even a smile on his face, Mr. Villey proclaimed that.

Kenki - but do you say? What is causing the air here to subside to the point of breathlessness, which flows from Mr. Villey's entire body?

I don't know, I grip the white and black swords in my hands all the time. Same as Mr. Villey, the colors were chosen to resemble nature, Black Xuan and the White Tiger. This time, however, it is a so-called knife type with a slightly shorter body.

Because Mr. Ashley said...

"Originally, Dual Stream has a different role in two knives, large and small, and deals with weapons the same size from small to medium. Flip it, the Great Two are the first things I wouldn't do without the means of physical strengthening, like you - an out-of-the-box type of war. If you put it slowly, you don't make gaps with exquisite combinations, or give your opponent time to attack with a light but fast series of double-strikes, that's the ultimate of duplicity. But if you're a duplicant with a large weapon, you can't release a hard blow from your posture relationship, and the sword speed is slow, as if it's not beneficial. On the contrary, he's the worst bad guy. Look, if a supportive technique goes unusable, you have to choose a weapon that you can swing as quickly as possible, Beowulf. '

I could no longer have foreseen what was going on today, but the situation was so fitting that I was thankful to make use of that advice.

The rules of the game are simple and clear. Win if you hit the opponent with an effective hit first or push him out of the venue. The time limit is five minutes (minitos), of course, but it is forbidden to use the procedure.

…………

I put a black soft sword on my right hand and a white sword on my left, while sliding the bottom of my Combat boot to the left. and move to scrape over the blue sheet.

I know that going into darkness will be a shameful payback. I just gave the lead to Mr. Villey to see if I could prevent her from attacking.

I don't think I can beat a boulder. But it's not like we don't have a winner.

Mr. Villey said he'd give me a break. I don't know how much the "additions and subtractions" are, but based on Mr. Rosé, who trains well, I can predict a certain amount.

So I'm sure there's a gap available. The point is, how do you poke that gap?

I know what a shallow idea it is to poke a gap prepared by the opponent to win, but in this case, there is no choice. You can't beat me to the point of slashing each other. [M]

Mr. Villey looks at me with a smile on his face as he gazes at the distance.

"You're surprisingly cautious. In the fight against Hercules and Siglos, I think he fought in a pretty glaring way. Or maybe it's because I'm the other guy? That would be an honor."

It is affordable. That should be it, too. Without a support ceremony, I would be a mediocre swordsman, and I would have to speak for myself if I were as masterful as Mr. Villy.

- I don't know, I feel carefully observed...?

I felt something unexpectedly cold with Zok...... and my whole body ran scared.

No, I can't even look at you like this.

Well, take a breath.

"- I'm going!

I never jumped out. [M]

Full strength from the first step. I'm learning from Mr. Rosé if it's a walking method that accelerates efficiently. Take advantage of knee flexion to top speed at once.

To Mr. Villey, who is standing on the bar with the soft sword in place - subjectively - he approached quickly, releasing a right poke.

"Ha!"

I don't expect to hit it. They cut me off anyway. But the purpose is to create a gap. So he punches out in the visible orbit, and where Mr. Villey moves, he slashes his left...

"- What!?

Instead of being cut off, [the cut didn't even arrive].

"Huh!?

Stunning. I put my shoulders and hips in. The black sword to the right thrust towards Mr. Villey, and my arm stretched out pinned to the maximum.

Yet [it didn't reach Mr. Villey].

She was just a few centimeters away from the arrival of my sword, and her chest tie fluttered and swayed in the wind the pounding caused.

- Wrong sight!? Lie!? Such a preliminary mistake!?

I don't believe it. I should have measured the distance enough to get it out.

My whole body muscles clot in surprise and confusion, stopping me from moving.

"Oh, you can't let this stop you, can you?

By the time that voice was in his ear, Mr. Villey had already swung the sword wide open. Raise your right arm to strike the heavens, swinging it down unconstitutionally from the great upper section.

"-!?

Is it one of the tricks and tricks? I avoided the attack that struck me after a blatant preliminary operation, but I lost my mind. Escape the upper slaughter trajectory with a side step to the right.

Huo, I hallucinated the sickle of the reaper, in the wind chirping.

I'm gonna go downstairs.

Attack teaser. As the saying goes, just before the blue sword cut touched the floor, he flipped himself as a flying swallow.

They're coming after me.

"Huh!?

Instead of sharp corner cutbacks, wars run into seamless movements similar to snake raids. It's like I was predicting I'd run this way - no, that's actually how I cut it out.

Left. The moment I tried to intercept a blue slaughter with a white sword.

The orbit changed even once again on the brink of the clash. Avoid the white sword I offered instead of the shield with a lukewarm, soft animal tentacled motion and slip into this nose.

It was a bizarre and incredible orbit, as if the swords were repulsing each other with magnetic force.

I can't defend myself - that's what I decided. I did everything I could to backstep, backstep, backstep.

"- Huh...!?

I finally remembered that I was holding my breath after fleeing the distance all at once to the edge of the safety zone - the coat. Use your whole body to breathe.

"That's a good decision. And it looks good. It's a boulder concentration."

I find myself uncomfortable in the position of Mr. Villey, who praises me softly.

……

She was supposed to be barely moving in the current offense, but at some point she stood away from the central starting line.

No way. Momentary travel? No, stupid, that can't be right. I don't think Mr. Villey would make a cowardly little worker out of it.

I mean - it moved. Without me noticing. Or so that I don't notice.

I have heard from Mr. Rosé that there is a walking method that deceives the eyes of the enemy. I've actually had it shown to me, but maybe it's the same technology as that one.

"The trick is to move up and down without poking that gap when your opponent's gaze is focused on this upper body. If you're a swordsman (a fencer), the tip of the sword, if you're a fighter (a purist), it's the usual way to draw attention to your fists. '

Mr. Rosé's words come back to the back of his ear. Certainly did not pay attention to Mr. Villey's feet from the moment he began his march. Perhaps in the meantime, Mr. Villey retreated with a special gait and moved to a position where the first thrust would not reach critical. So I misjudged the illusion. [M]

……

At the moment of understanding, as lightning strikes, the battle runs through the entire body. I haven't even put my sword together yet, but I've got a glimpse of one scale of Mr. Villey's power.

- How strong is this guy...!?

It's like I can't see the bottom. You should be handing it off as declared, and it's obvious you're out of hand from the looks of it.

Yet I don't feel like I can win.

Even if you use a support technique to "Absolute Square" state, can you fulfill it and win - even if you try brain simulation, you are even more surprised at yourself that you are never confident that you can win.

Yes. Muscle strength, speed, hardness - this guy's [strength] isn't from that dimension.

Stronger enemies than you, faster enemies than you, more defensive enemies than you - stronger enemies than you, and [technology] to fight more than one another.

Lower power for the weak to beat the strong.

That ultimate dwelled on Mr. Villey's sword.

- This is... "Miss Sword"...!

"Well, now it's from me"

"Huh!"

To the light proclamation, the gibberish, and the body stiffens.

"I'll poke you and kill you."

You're a deliberate herald, Mr. Villey, but is that kind or cruel to me right now?

- Concentrate, concentrate. Technology, of course, is no match for strength or speed. But I have the only concentration I can be proud of. I am confident in moving vision as well. Didn't Mr. Rosé say that, too? Look closely at the opponent and predict the movement from there.

I stared at Mr. Villey and missed every step of the way, fluttered, and smelled good in his nostrils.

When I realized it, Mr. Villey was in front of me in a poking position.

"- Wow!?

I screamed and jumped like a frog. Mr. Villey's blind spot holding his sword with his right hand so that he doesn't leave the scene - he looks at it from me and flies left.

- What is it now? Instead of moving out, the move itself was not perceptible!? I didn't hear a sound, and if my sense of smell didn't respond, I'd be left defenseless......!?

It was as if he had been eaten by the demons of dimension for my distance. The time and space distorted and I just thought I drew Mr. Villey over here.

I could no longer afford to repair my physical appearance, and I rolled off my head to the floor, spinning my body around and running away. stand up quickly at two revolutions,

There is a Mr. Villey who waved his sword in front of me.

"No -!?"

- So why!?

Patience made me want to scream, and I set up a sword of both hands, and dared to step forward at a certain judgment.

I was just avoided trying to get slaughtered there with a sword. Then we'll have to go bump it from over here!

As a result, the decision was correct. Blue soft swords and black and white little machete swords clash, pan! and made a dry noise.

"Fine, I'll be fine."

The voice felt heard from a space a little further away for some reason.

――

I notice visual and auditory discrepancies, and for a moment I don't know which to believe. But my eyes were deceived just now.

Wind cuts. You can still turn off footsteps while wearing heeled shoes, and you shouldn't be able to contain them until the sound of a sword ripping the atmosphere on a boulder. I concentrate my consciousness on my ears and deduce [true time].

- Right, no left!?

"Huh!?

Two swords prevent slaughter that has hit me from left to right almost by intuition alone. A creepy sound of soft soft swords hitting each other struck his ear. Both hands are paralyzed by the impact.

- What are you talking about? Left or right was first!? Hardly simultaneous!?

Too fast. Says there's only one knife, but it's like a duplicitous sword speed. My liver is going to freeze instead of getting cold.

"I'm gonna keep going."

Yuri, and Mr. Villey's figure rocked like a mirage. It is not a rhetorical expression. That's what it really looked like.

Sense signs of a continuous attack.

"- Huh!?

I was breathtaking and mobilized all five senses. [M] You can never cut through just one of them. It uses all of its visual, auditory, tactile, taste, and olfactory sensations, and enters a state of concentration with momentum that also evokes a sixth sense in becoming involved.

――――

Time lags behind. The world is viscous. The sensory organs of the whole body will cross over and you will even be able to see every single move of Mr. Villey's hair.

Mr. Villey takes off the velour fabric black jacket he wore when he was walking outside, dressed the same way he did when he met him at "Chamosica's Leg Pavilion".

Pure white frill blouse with greasy string ties and dark blue high waist skirt.

If you say them to the big mess, they can be divided into white, red and blue colors.

Add shiny hair gold there - Mr. Villey moved at such a speed that only four shades of colour could be seen.

――

It was as if a dozen snakes had struck at the same time. I don't know for a second which is the first blow and which is the last attack. After sharpening my five senses, I relied on my intuition to wave the sword of my hands.

Intercept with the whole body and spirit.

Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy! and the bumping sound of the chamber sword sounded soaring, overlapping and ringing.

"Ku......!

I see. I see. I couldn't afford to observe it crumbly, but somehow I was able to perceive and intercept something like "signs" of slaughter.

But I'm only defensive. Mr. Villey's series of attacks will not stop. I don't have time to fight back from here.

"Yeah, yeah, fine. Is it okay if I make it faster?

I'm stunned to see if it's going to go faster yet. Even though I read the direction of slaughter coming this way and am just taking it is the best I can do.

I see it. He also manages to defend himself. But even if extreme concentration tells us the trajectory and aim of the attack, that doesn't help.

If your body doesn't follow you.

I am in a state where there is no reinforcement through supportive techniques. [M] My benchmark as an explorer is the Overall Rating D rank. Mr. Villey is said to be an estimated S-rank or better. Whatever software is inside, there is more difference in hardware than heaven and earth.

"Come on, let's spin it up."

Mr. Villey's delightful voice. I guess this is how much fun it is to play chamberlain. There was always a delightful sound mixed with the voice.

Even though I know it's no big deal to hit, I can't help but feel terrified. It's as if we're serious and slashing each other.

Slashing and spikes arise from up, down, left, right, in all directions, and at all angles. Speed increased further. I eat my teeth off and bounce all of them back with my double sword to keep them standing. While I do that, I try to fly back and forth or let go of my time on the sidesteps, but I can't escape wondering. If you go forward and go to the nostalgia - and go on with your legs, this won't reduce your distance for any reason.

Mr. Villey had me in complete control of my time.

"Wow, Rag, make it look different from the rest of this time. You've grown so far in such a short period of time."

In my eyes, Mr. Villey, who only looks like a statue of Brevre, gold, white, red and blue, says something like a mother who is happy with her child's growth. Speaking of which, Mr. Villey is seeing Lunatic Babel's gatekeeper, "The Sea Dragon," when he fought. Indeed, compared to those days, I think myself that physical growth, whatever it is, has been considerably better in combat technology.

Yes, it's technology - and I still realize it. I remembered the words of Ashley and Rosé as I walked on the thin ice of a stormy onslaught.

'Look, Beowulf, I told you to make a flow. But you're not the only one who creates "flow." I'll do the same with my enemies.'

"Mr. Rag," flow "means" breathe. "" Breathing "means" intent. "It is very important to explore the enemy's intentions during the battle. Look closely at the person - that is, nothing more than reading the enemy's thoughts'

One swordsmanship, one martial arts teacher taught me the same thing in different words, but essentially.

There must be a "flow" in Mr. Villey's attack, which will be ravaged by machine guns. Instead, the more masters you are, the prettier you must be creating a "stream".

- Read it, Mr. Villey's "flow." Explore, breathe, the intent. And look. Where her thoughts go.

――――

From the moment I was so determined, my mind became even clearer.

Prevent attacks, prepend Mr. Villey's movements, and at the same time, I create "streams". No, a little different? "[Match] the flow." To breathe together. Like overlapping your mind.

Be Mr. Villey and watch out for that move. Make a gap, come in -!

- You've changed your mind, haven't you? Looks like someone else. You're switching fast. Maybe you've already noticed?

Kusu, and signs of Mr. Villey smiling.

If you noticed, there was nothing about it.

I can see Mr. Villey's thoughts little by little every time I play and flush the slash flashes.

That's right. Just think about it and you'll see. [There's no way I can prevent Mr. Villey from attacking continuously right now] - Oh, my God.

He's letting me defend him. I didn't get a blue chamber sword with two swords. [M] Mr. Villey was attacking me for my little machete sword.

He's so cornered by reason, he doesn't get a single effective shot.

They're playing - I've noticed that. Well, it's a sports chamber, and playing is not a bad thing in itself - but it's a little regrettable.

But that's why there's a gap there.

Mr. Villey is primarily targeting my sword. Well, then...

"- Ha!"

Mood shot. Ready to fail, Guru turned one turn on the spot clockwise.

"-?"

Signs of Mr. Villey's mild surprise. That should be it, too. This sudden action should only look like a self-destructive act full of gaps over there. Or maybe from the high voices raised, I was wary of something preparing a trap.

But it doesn't make sense, that's what stopped the blue soft sword movement for just a moment in a move that poked at the same significance as a suicide bomber.

I'm sure. I hit the reading.

Mr. Villey is playing. I bet you want to make it longer and have fun. So the better the opportunity, the worse you should miss it - that's what I deduced.

And that was right. Though it was a bet of one or eight.

If this were in action, I wouldn't be in such danger. [M] But if Mr. Villey can play because he's playing, then I should also be very good at what he can do because he's playing.

By showing her back once, Ms. Villey lost sight of the sword she should be after. Therefore, the tip of the sword loses its destination, and the speed of the sword becomes dull.

My eyes don't miss that moment. [M]

"- Let it go!

I actually started making my own "flow" when I set up a one-spin fake. Shake off the centrifugal force gained by rotation into the two small machete swords and unleash the slash of the horizontal giraffe.

First with the black sword on the right, cut off the blue chamber sword in its floating form in the universe. A sharp, dry sound was produced, but little could be played. Differences in arm strength are shown steadily. But that's fine. Mr. Villey has only one sword, he jumps into his nostrils with one knife sealed like this, and shoots a poke with the white sword on his left.

- I can do it!

Mr. Villey was in the midst of a series of attacks and his posture was at the forefront. It's hard to fall back instantly from here or take sidesteps.

Hit it. I'm sure of it.

Thus, the tip of the white soft sword pierced Mr. Villey's abdomen.

- What!?

There is no response or anything, and the chamber sword's full body buries into a pure white blouse, as if stabbed by a ghost.

- No, I'm not, this is... phantom!? Remnants!?

As soon as I realized, Mr. Villey's figure, which my eyes had captured, fluttered and dissolved into the atmosphere and disappeared. It's like a summer.

"This way."

"Huh!?

The voice was heard from [above].

Leap, jump over.

Behind you.

……

I accelerated with my thrust. Distance at once by full force disease.

Running at full speed to the edge of the court - with a bad feeling - I looked back.

Fortunately, Mr. Villey wasn't chasing him on footless footsteps, and he was just landing and pointing his body at us.

- I can't believe you're flying overhead from that position...

"That was a good way to get away, Rag."

With a pleasant face, Mr. Villey praises me.

"Oh, no, that's not ironic. Running away, leaving is part of the fight, so it's good to be good."

"Oh, thank you, thank you..."

I thanked him for repeating my breath on my shoulder. I think it was a very short offense, but the tension was draining me at more than three times my usual rate.

- As far as I'm concerned, that was meant to be an offense, not an action to escape...

If this is the swordsmanship guide, it's the exact opposite of Mr. Ashley's. They get angry over there a lot and sometimes praise me. Mr. Villey praises me a lot, but that archery is scarier than being pissed off if you do poorly.

"True, it's more than I thought. Wonderful growth rate. You're getting more and more into my knights."

With heartfelt joy, Mr. Villey smiles with a flamboyant grin. I don't really see anyone who had a fierce onslaught until just now. Or is that degree of child play to her equal to breathing?

"Come on, I want to see more of your sword. Please keep showing off."

Smiling, Mr. Villey once again laid his sword in nature.

"Ha, ha!

After I respond, I take a big, deep breath to calm myself down.

Let's be cool. Let's tour our thoughts. I know enough about Mr. Villey. I don't feel as though I can be captured thanks to my superior body temper, but for now, the attack over there is somehow outweighed. Well, while Mr. Villey's playing with me, though.

Under these conditions, what is the tactic that I can use?

Mr. Villey's "flow" was somewhat grasping. It's also characterized by too many speed differences and a lot more trouble than me being a duplicant. And Mr. Villey is still going to play with me - trying to figure out how much this combat technology is.

Then.

"- Huh!"

Mr. Villey rushes out. Raise and accelerate to top gear at once.

Imagine. I'm a double swordsman now. You could have shown me as many samples as you want. Remember what Mr. Ashley looked like. That beautiful move, "Flow." Predict the movement of the opponent and tune the "flow" over there with the "flow" over here.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Enter in time for Mr. Villey, who stands at ease. Now I was putting my feet in a proper perspective. Mr. Villey is not moving anywhere. The sighting is not wrong.

Mr. Villey's right hand moves. I see it as an upper slaughter once I shake it up, but that can't be true.

――

It strikes almost simultaneously from up and down, a beast fang-like double strike. I don't know which one up or down was released first after all. So much sword speed.

Defend up with the right black sword and down with the left white sword. (10) Intercept a similar simultaneous attack and still do not stop the advance.

"- Ha!

Next, from left to right, predicts and moves. Coming. Two strikes too fast, just like earlier. It is also flushed with black and white swords to go further. Fold your arms and spin sharply, small and one turn. Jiuru, and Mr. Villey's sword snuck into his nostalgia in a breath.

――

Shortest, smallest, fastest. As sharply as lightning strikes, once and for all.

With this tactic, it was only this time that I assured Mr. Villey of my meat. [M]

Right behind her is off the spot. That's why we can't go backwards. And in anticipation of my jumping upwards, I stepped in deep and slaughtered myself with the intention of jumping.

Zogn, and I had a feeling I didn't like it too much pierced my spinal cord.

Like when a small animal hears the roar of a beast. Like when a frog is stared at by a snake.

An indescribable chill ran through my body, and I froze helplessly.

As if the limbs have been paralyzed, bits, and stops moving in the middle of a slashing motion.

The nostrils tickled Mr. Villey's good smell.

"- Oh, I'm sorry, if I did, I'd follow."

It's like a shake, Mr. Villey's voice. I slowly lifted my head and glanced at Mr. Villey's face as I caught a dusty tremor coming from the core of my body.

I knew he was smiling like a sunflower. dull, she laughed as she could not enjoy,

"I'm so sorry, Rag, it's something you make such a good move that I almost [really] got a little bit. But you surprised me too much."

Killing - was it? Or was it intense swordsmanship? Either way, the pressure, which was too thick to just crush my chest, had sewn my hands and feet on the spot.

"But me, I'm so happy right now, I'm having fun. 'Cause what you did earlier, even if you didn't, you imitated Ashley's sword, didn't you?

"What..."

Be giddy. I can't believe all that movement is going to see through the original image.

In order to reorder, Nico and Mr. Villey, who are in a good mood, walk with Stasta and distance themselves from each other. I have also lost my general paralysis, so I managed to regain my posture.

"When we fought together in the space of examples, did you see them and remember them? Look, it's so sensible not to steal. Besides, I need that Ashley sword."

Is that it? I feel uncomfortable.

From this mouthfeel, could it be that Mr. Villey hasn't heard anything about the morning swordsmanship guidelines?

"- Mr. Rag, can I just change the rules for a second?

"Yes?

Round your eyes to the abrupt offer. I have no idea what the hell to say at this time.

"Me, I'm going to take this a little seriously, so if you don't think it's a good idea, would you use the support formula, too? I want you to follow me whenever you can."

"Huh - Huh!? So, but no surgical ceremonies...!?

"It's okay, I'm not gonna die."

A hell of a polarity popped up.

"Yes, no, I do, I don't think it's going to die..."

"I wonder if it's that bad...? I'm not saying I'll do everything I can either...?

As soon as I waved my hand to say no to the boulder, Mr. Villey's shoulder sank a little.

"Um... I said I'd be a little less stressful about this... should I just say I can't do it...? So a little more if you can... right?

As soon as I saw Chira, Chira, and this one, I took my gaze off and repeatedly saw it again, Mr. Villey said what I wanted to say that was even harder to say.

Well, if you do imagine yourself in the opposite position, I don't know how you feel. But I don't. Even though sports are supposed to be fun, if you play with extreme restraint, on the contrary, you will get stressed out.

But that's why using a supportive technique...

"So, but it's a boulder..."

When I was reluctant with my troubled face, Mr. Villey spun even more words of persuasion.

"Look, even though this is an imitation, there's no chance of matching swords with other clusters of people, is there? I think it's going to be a valuable experience for each other. It's okay, when you get to a really dangerous level, this toy breaks better first. Let's decide that's where the game ends then. How about this?

"So, but..."

Having said that, my "protection" also acts on the weapons in my hands and on my clothes. Convenience within these ranges of effects is the unique convenience of a high-cost support technique.

So, I'm good. Worst of all, I would hardly get hurt if I got an effective hit from Mr. Villey. But Mr. Villey doesn't enhance his protection. If I'm lucky and my sword hits me straight, then I don't know if I can do it with a fracture.

"- Oh, could you possibly be showing me around? That's all right, then. I'm already over the" biological limit. "If you feel like it, you can be serious enough to bounce it back. Trust me there." You can swear by the name of Miss Sword. "

Mm-hmm. And Mr. Villey with his chest up. As the word goes, very proud.

"Or your body's fine. But your clothes..."

"I'm fine. Even if it's torn, you can buy it right there."

I got thrown up very naturally with the rich dialogue.

"Uh, you know, the..."

If there's any other reason to say no, if I'm thinking about it,

"Come on, now we're done with the problem, right? Now you're coming from me."

"- What!? Hey, Ma, eh!?

"Don't worry, just a little bit. Are you serious? - Rah!

Mr. Villey moved just saying no more questions asked. Long hair when sand is dropped flows laterally at a rate I'm sorry for every joke.

In an instant, he escapes out of sight - odd to say - "Chasing a shining shadow with his eyes, but finally capturing it at the edge of his sight.

I can see the gold, white, red and blue figures approaching quickly without footsteps.

"-!?

I was impelled by instinctive fear and activated the support technique Strength, Rapid, and Protection simultaneously twice. Full Enhancement - Enhancement factor quadruples. Tune your consciousness into a dramatically changing body sensation.

"I'm coming -!"

Where did the voice come from? I look back at the tornado momentum with prediction and intuition. [M]

I think it was a miracle that I was able to take that slaughter with a two-handed sword at the time of the meteor.

"Yeah, okay, I got a very sharp reaction"

By the time his voice came into his ear, Mr. Villey's appearance had already disappeared from sight.

- No, four times is not enough...!

I was strong enough to look up to you earlier, but now Mr. Villey is like someone else even compared to that. I increased the enhancement factor by three or two times at a time by further increasing the full enhancement.

Relying on slight signs, seek Mr. Villey's position.

There she is. In other words, the moment I found her, she was thrusting by the arrow.

"- Huh!"

A flashing streak of fire was unleashed. I will strike down more than twenty blue swordflashes almost simultaneously. [M] I read Mr. Villey's "Flow" and this one makes "Flow" to match.

"We can still go, right? I'll raise it even more."

I said with real pleasure that Mr. Villey raised the gear even more. I also activated the support technique. Enhancement coefficient to six or four times.

It will be a fierce meeting.

I couldn't think about it anymore and then move and so on. Motivate your body with only intuition, instinct and flash. Step by step on the way, I don't know if I'm moving the sword or if I'm being moved by the sword. I wonder if this is what Mr. Ashley was saying about 'becoming a sword', in a corner of his head.

"Nice, okay, stronger, faster."

It's not my fault. The more intense the chamberlain, the darker and darker the color of joy contained in Mr. Villey's voice.

Like a child given a toy.

- Ko, this guy...... Could it be, a battle freak (Battle Junkie)......!?

It's not an impossible story. Anyway, at this young age, it has reached such a frontier that it is called "Miss Sword." If you like to wave your sword, if you don't love to fight, there's no way you can put out a world record.

- I mean, is this what this is all about?

At first, he brought me to a sports facility where my body moves. Of course, there's a coat of sports chamberlain, so as for Mr. Villey, I naturally recommend that. If we meet lightly and make our bodies feel good, that's good - that's what I must have thought.

But.

Out of the blue, my combat skills were improving. I knew you were using a supportive technique to defeat a strong enemy, but I didn't know you were growing this far even in a vegan state anymore - I guess that's what you thought.

Then Russia, I became interested.

If I get interested, I get greedy too. If greed is fulfilled, it becomes more and more fun.

I'd like to see more meetings. I want to see how far I can go. I want to fight for more, for real - that's what I've come to hope for.

The result is - [Here].

"- Huh!?

Play, prevent, flush, squirt, and tease the slaughter and spike that pour down as the storm. Distance, pack, escape, and circle in with enhanced leg strength.

I activate full enhancement even more. Multiply the enhancement factor by one, two, eight.

"I'm kind of glad to hear that. That's how they compliment you every time they show an icon, as if."

But that came out the back. Furthermore, Mr. Villey's gear goes up and follows my movements, which are more than a hundred times more powerful than the vegetables.

- I thought you might be over a hundred times stronger than me, but no way really...!?

But when I got to the boulder, I could afford it. At least the body is keeping abreast of Mr. Villey's dreaded speed.

My eyes are getting used to it. Until now, Mr. Villey's figure, which has only appeared to be a silhouette of gold, white, red and blue, is also firmly captured in view.

That's why I'm convinced again. This guy really loves to fight -.

My predictions were accurate. [M] Mr. Villey in the fight, finally in his eyes, was just laughing. With a smile that seemed like fun without any help. Like a little kid - no, with the look on the child's face itself. Glitter your deep red eyes and hoist both ends of your peach rose lips. Kind of like Hannu in front of Parfait, I think.

What you're doing is unusual, even though you just look at your face and you just look like you're being amused. In just a moment, it emits countless slaughters, and the trajectory of the blue soft sword paints the text. If it's a poke, it's no longer a poke. The only way for a bunch of spikes to stand on the wall is to be drained of their liver.

Because of his speed, which was too intense, Mr. Villey's soft sword flexed like a whip and had been in that state for a long time. If you keep going like this, you'll break it not far away.

As the speed of battle increases, so does the movement of each other. I'm no longer on the level of being a chamberlain. We're narrow - we felt wide open until just now - and we were rambling through the coat. The sound of the soft sword clashing bursts everywhere.

I try to give Mr. Villey an effective hit with a black and white sword. However, all of it is avoided in a few moments by her transcendental body twist.

Vision turns. The surrounding scenery changes dizzily. Mr. Villey's colors, gold, white, red and blue, sometimes after it desperately, sometimes with all his might away, the rough slashing flash clearance, something pink hidden,

- What, pink?

Just now, I doubt the new colors I saw a little bit.

- What is it? What pink stuff would have been in my sight until just now? Mr. Villey's lips? No, that's not it. 'Cause that light peachy thing I saw, it's been invisible or invisible from earlier.

……

While standing around with Mr. Villey lavishly, I still think about the colors that make me look like a petal.

That pink feels like Mr. Villey often comes into view when he launches an attack. The position is blue - born in a dark blue colour to be exact. Yeah, lower body. Not the upper body.

Speaking of dark blue in Mr. Villey's lower body, which means a high waist skirt in a balloon silhouette, from which you can occasionally see something pink -

"Huh!?!?!?!?!?"

I noticed. No, I noticed. I'm stunned by that fact that I understand.

"-Vi, Mr. Villy!?

The voice was pounding out of his mouth.

"Oh, wait! Hey, just a little stop!

"Oh, why? It's not a good place to start."

Mr. Villy doesn't seem to have noticed. I have said that plainly and have exacerbated it instead of loosening the hand of the attack.

Thanks to this, the rate of pink visibility follows a path of deterioration.

"Ho, really! Come on! Come on!?

My face, nods, and the area around my chest come on fire hot. It makes me want to get out of my face for being so embarrassed and sorry, but I can't keep my eyes peeled because if I did that, I would definitely get a clean hit.

"No, let me have some more fun. You have a good balance. The range of motion of the joint is also wide. Looks like it's worth working out."

"Please leave me alone with that, that ho ho ho!?

I'm in such a hurry that Mr. Villey's compliments don't even come into my ear. The movement over there grew larger, and the pink area visible accordingly increased.

No more.

"Shit! Yes, I did! Shit!"

"Down?"

When I tried to scream straightforward, but omitted some of the words due to subtle psychological resistance, I knew I didn't get through.

"You want an attack downstairs?

Mr. Villey, who made a mistake I don't understand, focuses his attack on my feet. I try to prune my legs while I jump back and dodge them.

"No, it's not. It's not! Um, that uh...!?

"What's going on? It's getting kind of scattered, but is it also something that bothers you?

If that's what you think, loosen your hands on the attack, I almost screamed, but now it can take precedence over that.

I never uttered the word. [M]

"So, you know, I did!

"Huh?"

Mr. Villey asks back in a manner that does not obtain guidelines as to whether the wind incision of Mr. Villey's swinging soft sword interferes. Even while I'm doing this, it's pink. It looks chilly, and I have trouble with the way my eyes work.

If I had come this far already, it would have sucked.

"-Mi, I see it! And my underwear! I see underwear -!"

The moment I screamed like that, something terrible happened.

Suddenly the wind incision stopped so abruptly that I thought the time had stopped.

Instead, there was a sharp rubbing sound.

There's a voice that seems so cute that I just think of it as someone else no longer.

"No, I... Huh!?

In the fastest move of the day, Mr. Villey was holding onto the front and back of his skirt with both hands.

That, too, looks bright red like a tomato.

――――

I didn't even get it, he had a hell of a look on his face.

It felt completely unexpected.

I just have to be distracted.

I never imagined Mr. Villey would look like this.

No, not just your face, but your posture.

The figure of a sword lady who is red dyeing her skin called skin, pulling her hips, with her inner crotch, holding her skirt down shyly, out of her mind.

No, before that - what was that voice earlier? There was no fine dust, such as the usual soothing sounds, or, let alone, 'me' rather than 'me', and the way I spoke was more lotus-leaved than saying lady - yes, it was like a flim tone.

- But could it be... that's Mr. Villey's [vegetable]...?

All you can do is stare at me with your eyes round, and Mr. Villy is staring back at me with eyes as bright as his face.

How long did the silence that went down between us last?

"-S..."

At the end of the silence, which seemed long and short, a fine voice leaked out of Mr. Villey's lips stained with shame.

"... skirt... long time no see, because it was..."

That was just an excuse. I think maybe Mr. Villey is feeling upset, too. But...

"So, right...?

And I would give it back. I was pretty good, too.

Notice that nothing was so quiet between us as we hit the water. In all the courts of Sports Chamberlain, there was silence.

What else?

The parents and children who came before us, the boys who seemed to be in training, the people in the audience who would be their protectors, were all paying attention to us.

No, I was flashy, I might as well say. Everyone stopped moving like they were frozen and stared at this one all the time with their mouths open.

I know why. It must be because me and Mr. Villey's chamberlain were so awesome. Naturally, I dare say it objectively, but the sword lady Villy and the brave Beowulf fought half as seriously. Even the soft sword bumping sounds must have sounded pretty loud. Surprised by the people around us, it was an inexorable story.

"... I'm sorry, Mr. Rag... but you've shown me something ugly..."

Saying in a trembling voice, Mr. Villey lowered his blushing face when he finally became impatient. A sarcastic and beautiful platinum blonde flows, with well-ripened apple colored ears coming out of the gap.

…………

To Mr. Villey's dialogue, I didn't know what to give back, and I let my mouth flake open and close as much as the carp coming out of the water.

That's not true - I said, I burned it firmly in my eyes, like I'm telling you.

Never mind - no, it won't be any consolation in this situation.

Thank you - out of the question. Looks like you got your reward.

Excuse me - is this the easiest? But I'm also willing to embarrass Mr. Villey extra.

That's how I thought about it, and I realized, "Fortunately, I'm unhappy."

To see the look on the faces of the people staring at us, apparently no one has noticed that Mr. Villey's skirt was turned on.

Indeed, both me and Mr. Villey were moving at tremendous speeds. It must have been shown as a statue of Blebre in the eyes of those people, just as Mr. Villey was to me.

Though it is subtle whether that would be a salvation for Mr. Villey.

I noticed my gaze move. Mr. Villey also noticed the same thing, and changed his expression.

Get back on your feet and get your hair done quickly, disturbed while holding the soft sword. Is the hair quality good, Mr. Villey's blonde hair quickly returned to its original condition?

The appearance of the face changes to something crisp, and the redness of the cheeks also subsides so that the tide catches.

It was then. Someone rang, patsy. I think maybe it was someone within the parent and child in a direction. The sound of striking his hand remained applauded and gradually propagated to others, slowly spreading.

Noticed, me and Mr. Villey were surrounded by a whispering, all-standing applause.

"Thank you, thank you"

Fast to recover, Mr. Villey began to wave at it. Smile, and smile like a sunflower. And when I finished responding to one cheer, I walked straight to me with Tsukatsuka.

"Let's go, Mr. Rug."

With a smile on his face, but with a tenacious voice, he took the black and white soft sword out of my hands. Grabbing the three swords aside and grabbing my right arm with the empty hand, I walk out towards the exit.

"Oh, uh...?

"I'm sorry, I can't afford it. Come on."

I swallowed the question rushing out to my throat when I was told with a voice that pulled a thousand hairs. Mr. Villey, who pulls me without question, takes me without turning against him. Well, where I resisted, I'm no match for you anyway.

"It's okay, it's okay, if you think it's for showing, it's okay, I'm not ashamed, it's okay, it's okay"

The bumpy, whining solitaire reaches my ear. As I said, I really didn't seem to be able to afford it.

- Or what the word means is that [arr] was still not meant to show...

The moment I realized that fact, the pink fabric I had just seen flashed back into my brain, and I almost bled my nose. Pick your nose with one hand in a hurry and prevent an outburst.

Mr. Villey took the liberty of returning the chamber sword to the designated location, pulling my hand and leaving the sports facility early.

As it was, Mr. Villey moved in an increasingly unpopular direction for some reason as he was pulled with no idea where he was going.

Even so, it's not a suspicious place.

There are lots of elevators, escalators, moving walks, etc. in the department store, which is why they don't use them.

Stairs.

Mr. Villey, who had brought me to that place in an emergency or where only his employees would use it very little, walked into the shadows by himself, wondering if he had let go of his hand all the time.

…………

He sat back silently, covering his face with both hands.

It was tremendous.

I stopped moving so slightly that I could see and speak to the boulder.

"... oh, the..."

"Leave me alone..."

Mr. Villey whispered in a plundered voice. If you look closely, its round back is slightly trembling. The ears and noodles visible from the gaps in the golden hair were once again bright red as boiled octopus.

"In a little while, I'll be back on my feet in a little while. So please, just a little bit. Until then, please leave me alone..."

I still don't have the words to say to Mr. Villey, who trembles with pull and shame.