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

A limb, freed from long patience, drives vigorously.

The muscle of the whole body moves into the joy of being able to fight.

As for the springs I could play, I detonated the energy I had stored in my stockpile.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

A series of attacks followed by a series of attacks. I wave a two-stroke machete in my hands so much that I don't have time to breathe, and fold a slash flash on Romnick.

I was waving the blade as my fighting instincts went, leaving it to the urge to split my chest.

At the same time, however, the sober part of my head keeps an accurate picture of the war situation.

Romnick's origins are the Lancer itself to see. Colours aside, he wears light armor, such as chest patches and caged hands, on top of his combat clothes, and weaves a battle cape on his shoulder.

The white spear, which is the source of the lancer, is not so long. You prioritized the lightness of the roundabout, the so-called short spear. Each piece of pure white metal is wrapped around a band for grip force gain and shock absorption, in a size that is not as tall as Romnick. Of course, they were uniform there in white.

But the strength of the guy who took the alias "Shimokami" while dressed in a joke called white was real.

"- Huh!

My double-knife rips the wind, leaps through the universe as a viper and hits Romnick. However,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

He was defensive from the start, and he even sneaked my offense. Silver fillets and pure white spears clash repeatedly, sparks with pleasant sounds blooming wildly.

Romnick was showing some room. No, I was rather showing only room.

You want to make a special appeal to me that I am understated, how I sometimes take my slaughter with my spare attitude and movement, sometimes flush it away, sometimes dodge it. Each time, the feathered cloak jumped so gracefully that it handicapped him, coloring his movements more magnificently.

"What's up, Beowulf? Didn't you make me regret it? Rather than regret it with something like this, you get a yawn, don't you?

Right, left, right, right, left and continuous slashing flashes, but Romnick defends precisely and runs out of the wind-blown willow.

I see, "Estimated Overall Rating B Rank" without the artifact is not Dada. If you consider the D-rank to be third-rate, the C-rank to be second-rate, the B-rank to be first-rate, and the A-rank to be super-class, then Romnick was certainly a first-rate explorer.

"- Ha!

Take the slash up from the bottom right with a spear pattern, take advantage of the recoil to not fly quickly, and Romnick lets go of the intermission. If he stepped into his nostalgia, it would be my time, and he just backed off earlier.

Objectively, compared to Mr. Villey, Mr. Rose and Mr. Ashley, speed, arm strength and skill are no big deal. However, in this case, the comparison is too substandard. For me, Romnick was a formidable enemy with as much difference between heaven and earth as he could have shown in a third-rate class when there was no support ceremony.

- But why aren't you attacking me...?

I tilt my neck inside.

At first, I was satisfied with how things were going. But that time is long gone. A Romnick who can play my full powers lightly should always be able to move on to the offense.

Create your own [stream], read your opponent's [stream], and poke a gap - that's the method of warfare knocked in with the last few days of special training, but you can't read [stream] unless your opponent attacks you in the first place.

Step in time, it's slaughtered. I was taken or bounced back, and I was able to distance myself from him - when I was getting tired of this repetition, Romnick suddenly stopped on my feet and took the slaughter head-on.

The three metals clash, scattering the tall sound. As it was, the two machetes and the white spear swept together as they approached each other.

Romnick, who deliberately pulled out of his power and remained antagonistic, hoisted the angle of his mouth.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm getting tired of it, too, Beowulf. Shall we go to the next development? Let me ask you something, you didn't come here without any prospects, did you? Then why don't you just let it out? [The secret] or something."

……

How the hell did you spot him, Gikri, and his words pierced his chest. Niyanya and the grinning Romnick look at the bottom of this belly from the height difference.

- This guy, you realize...!?

Did you find out you're tired of irreplaceable offense because you read my complexion? But I don't know what the hell caused him to see the secret.

From beyond the weapon that intersects and compares forces, Romnick has kept his face even closer. And whisper in such a small voice that the microphone on the "Air Lens" doesn't pick it up.

"There is, isn't there? Something special. Yeah, yeah, there will be. Your estimated overall rating rank would be D. Because even if the heavens and the earth turn upside down, you can't beat me. Assuming that you just came into this by accident, that's why you should return the title of" Brave Man. "It's not" courage, "it's what we should call" barbaric courage. "

I feel physiological aversion from the bottom of my heart to this guy who squeals his throat and laughs. My fears ran and I flew off the scene reflexively.

Land with Romnick in sight and slip slightly down the floor with your combat boots. Rebuild a double knife and think.

- Is that your gaze? Did you see that you were after something out of my eyes? Or is it plausible? Sure, today's gear was something he wouldn't have had in advance information. And he knew my cousin was flim- "infinite light." From that, did you predict that some mechanism (mechanism) would be incorporated into this machete or circular shield? No, or all the words I just said were appropriate bluffs, and I just camouflaged them, and I got stunningly caught...?

"Whoa, whoa, you're on guard for a long time. As I was saying, it's a simple guess. What can I say, you're the one who loses if you get hit from the front. Anyway, you were the only one who swallowed up a very unfavourable condition that the use of supportive techniques was prohibited. That too, on such a cheap provocation."

Without setting up, Romnick, standing unconstructively with a white spear in his hand, pleasantly distorts his mouth. From that voice, the emotions of joy seemed to drip away.

"So the only way for you to win is to poke at my point. Isn't that right? Then it will definitely be an operation for that, and we should have tools ready. As soon as you think about it, you'll find out. What are you in a hurry?

…………

I had expected it, but this guy, Romnick, still seems to have a pretty cautious personality. As far as I'm concerned, we fight on such favorable terms - and there's a verse I was hoping for more or less the other person's alarm. But apparently the visibility was sweet. He thinks in my shoes and traces that thought. I mean, in case you even think about the possibilities, you don't have to worry about it.

"Or what? What if the operation can't be effective without me moving on to the offensive? No, then you have no choice. Then I dare you to jump into your surgery. I'll tell you to cross the dangerous bridge once, too. - Hey!

At the same time as he pronounced the end of the phrase strongly, suddenly Romnick moved.

Rapid pop-up like it was bounced off. Instantly put up a spear and stick it in a straight line.

――

I wasn't caught off guard. I was able to respond immediately to this sudden attack because I was observing him closely with these eyes.

"Ha!"

Side step to the left, hang your swords and slap them off the track at the tip of this belly and stick them straight in. Pure white cuts and silver fillets clash, Galin! and the sound of metal beating and rubbing rang.

It was pretty hard, but I'm really glad I had to specialize with strong people like Mr. Villey and the others. Relatively, but Romnick looks slow.

"Do you want me to do that?"

Dear Mistake, Romnick's whining reached my ear.

"- Eh...!

Flip immediately. He also spun his body sharply and dynamically flipped a pure white cloak.

He switches his guards, and now his series of attacks begins.

"Look, it's an attack you've been waiting for, right? Isn't this a great opportunity? Please show me your secret, Beowulf."

Relax and talk, but Romnick's spear judgment was harsh. Handles small, cleverly short spears and releases a quick continuous thrust. In the meantime, he also used the patterned part to showcase the most honest technique, as well as a towed attack with a stone poke.

As I used a cross spear (cross spear) in The Hierarchy Without Opening the other day, I also know a lot about handling spears thanks to my grandfather's guidance. Unexpectedly, even from my point of view, Romnick's manoeuvres ran out of solid words.

"Ku......! Ha! Huh! Kon-no!

Conscious of circles, rotations and spirals, condense the force on the bone. I intercept a white spike with a double sword, remembering the training of Zhengtian spiritual symbols that Hanu and I went to.

Back to back with the spicy look, Romnick's spears were so plain as to be true to the basics. There is no waste and sophistication as per the model. It's not funny, but at the same time, it means there are no gaps.

The sword attack draws a circle and leaves the result of the line. The spear, on the other hand, draws a straight line and leaves the result of the point. The movement of the sword is easy to spot because it is very swelling, but the spear is very difficult to discern because if it moves compactly, the tip of the tip of the tip of the tip of the tip becomes "dot" and approaches. It seems physically terrible and fast because it goes through the shortest distance again.

"Look, look, look, if you don't hurry up, you're gonna really pierce it, right?

With a light slap, Romnick releases enough thrust to paralyze this hand he receives. A white spear roared past my head, sinking and dodging.

There are three main ways to poke a spear. Three kinds of hand poking, rolling poking and one-handed poking. The hand poking literally grips and pokes firmly with both hands. It's the most powerful and powerful way to poke. However, the reach is short. A rolling poke is like a billiard, a poke that slides a spear in the lead. This is prone to a series of attacks. The last one-handed poke is not as powerful as it is, but it is possible to move a lot, above all for a longer reach. But for that matter, the gap is huge.

Romnick only rolled out basically, either hand poking or rolling poking. Only a big one-handed poke doesn't work hard. Thanks to this, I don't see any gaps in this one.

"Oh, hey? Did you really come by helplessness that nothing came up so far? If so, disillusionment's a good place, isn't it?

Even though he makes a fool of me, he's never caught off guard and hardened his defenses. I'm not taking it easy enough to say it with my mouth, I'm more of an alert. Activate what I call a "secret ploy" that goes beyond Romnick's predictions.

- Fine, if you say so much, I'll show you...!

I slammed my double-knife into the white spear that approached me and used recoil to jump back. As Romnick did earlier, let the time go wide. As expected, Romnick isn't coming after us.

- It's an unlikely battle to win if you don't use it anyway. There's no reason not to...!

I put my left machete back into my back sheath and restated one machete with both hands.

"Hmm? I lose power with one hand, so did you squeeze your weapon into one? But with your skill, I don't think you're any match for me.

With that said, Romnick takes a defensive stance.

He's right. Little me, no matter how fast I am, I can't win first with my strength. If Romnick cares about it, he can beat me to pieces with all his might.

So.

"Charge"

"Maximum Charge"

A machete answered my activated voice (Cole). Purple phosphorescence lights up to see the contours of your body.

"How dare you, Skywalker?"

"Roger."

The battle boots on both legs responded to the call and emitted light from the purple line running throughout.

Each of Flim's armaments incorporates a photon organ mechanism (system). In other words, it's equipped with special features, just like the Durgassaties and Skylaiders she loves. Although it doesn't have as much output as those two because it is a weapon in time.

- But that's enough!

I kick the floor toward Romnick, whose eyes are slightly open to sudden luminescence.

High-cut boots with both legs - Skywalker is like a disciple of Flim's SkyRaider by its name. Therefore, the features on board are very similar. Although the boulder does not have as much attack performance as the Raider.

"- Huh!"

Skywalker has the power to 'accelerate' and 'walk in the air'. By the power of being assisted from the boot, I entered 3D manoeuvre to run up invisible stairs faster than ever before.

"Nah......!?

The boulder Romnick was also obsessed with this. Rapid acceleration and looking up at me walking through the air, leaking a surprise out of my mouth.

I kicked the invisible force field on the Skywalker with the same procedure as traveling in 3D on the "Serie Walk" and jumped around the empty space as a bounce.

In an instant, he jumps into his blind spot, reaching over Romnick's head, which solidifies in amazement. Turn around on the spot and kick in the ceiling direction, flip. Turn the heavens and the earth upside down and shake a machete wrapped around purple phosphorescence,

"- Ha-ha-ha!!

Surprised from [directly above].

I can't even use an attack technique instead of a support technique. I can't let go of a blow that overwhelms Romnick right now. So Flim prepared a weapon for me that could defeat the enemy in one shot. And even the mobility needed to hit that special blow.

Assault the back of Romnick's head as a plummeting eagle. He can't even turn around. Totally poked my mind at it. One day the battle against Hercules is only behind my brain for a moment.

- I got it!

A little early, but that's it. If you aim for a back covered in battle cloaks, you shouldn't take it to life.

"- - Huh!!

The moment I had a hunch about the response of Kaishin, but what occurred in both hands was a hard shock.

"... ahhh, are you a little overjoyed when I say it?

Strip your eyes with dismay. It wasn't in Romnick's dialogue that I was stunned.

He tried to take charge of the white spear, turn it behind his back, and let him take my slaughter without looking back. Incredibly accurate.

- They were reading!? No, such an idiot, I can't believe you can be perfectly prevented so far by not looking at anything at all......!?

The machete and the white spear were so beautifully crossed. It was an impossible way to take it if you hadn't read the slashing flash track completely.

"Come on -!"

But I'm gonna keep pushing you off -!

I send the "Artificial SEAL" to the machete command and kick the trigger. Unleash energies that charge all over you.

"- Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

The purple phosphorescence surrounding her body intensified her radiance and swelled explosively.

At that moment,

"Whoa, it's dangerous."

"Huh!?

The Romnick's back in front of him suddenly disappears, hiccups, and the machete, who has lost all his strength, swings away.

"Nah -!?"

It was too late when I stepped on it.

Burst.

Flim's Photon Blood supplied from the cartridge exploded and turned into a shock. When lightning strikes from the tip of the sword, the sound of the explosion blows, making the atmosphere tremble.

This is the mechanism (mechanism) that Flim has installed on all the knives in large, small and medium sizes - "Charge Break". It is a formidable weapon that unleashes a directed blast and destroys the enemy.

Though I've wasted one shot right now.

"Hey, I see. Was there such a hidden move?"

From the rear left, I heard that light voice. Looking back like it was bounced, there's an intact romnic there.

"Danger. Danger."

Plump, nasty laughing romnick.

……

It was as if the flames of anxiety burned the ribs. Why has it been avoided so beautifully? I must have been in his blind spot, and I didn't know what to do out of that position.

Yet Romnick let him avoid surprise attacks from the rear overhead and subsequent charge breaks altogether. As if you knew you would do so beforehand.

"That was so powerful right now. Hey, I'm convinced. Sure, if I ate that stuff, I wouldn't have one. And what is it, what was the move earlier? I'm surprised. Well, even if the assistive technique is banned, it doesn't violate the rules if the equipment functions. No, I thought about it."

While I compliment you, only laughs that make a fool of me have not disappeared. I can see what I'm talking about from above.

"But aren't there a limited number of attacks right now? From what I've seen, it didn't seem like an attack technique. Surely, Beowulf, your Photon Blood was a darker color, wasn't it?

There's no way I'm going to answer that where I'm asked.

Sure, a charge break can only shoot up to three shots per sword. I mean, up to eighteen shots. One shot just emptied, so the rest is seventeen. If I can get Romnick to hit me straight before this remnant runs out, I win. If you take all the bullets off...

- You just have to think about it then!

Eat up your teeth and do everything you can to arouse the feeling that you are about to feel weak for even a moment.

I don't have time to think of a dark future. More than that, think about why you didn't hit the attack earlier.

The ambush was a success. You must have been poking at him. Even Romnick revealed surprises in the evidence.

- No way. Sense the signs and move that far...? If you're a skilled warrior, I hear it's not weird to be able to do such an art...

Indeed, I feel a build-up to honesty in Romnick's technique. Seriously trained, solid technique carved into the flesh. Real strength, handed to me after an unrelaxed workout.

But is that the only thing that makes it possible to judge an ambush without turning around? First of all, if he had that much strength, how could he have spoiled the overall rating B rank or something?

- No, it's not. I'm not. It shouldn't be. Relax. There's only one answer.

Artifact.

One of Romnick's aliases, "The Cause That Has Made Me Real. The source of his rapid prosperity." Paranormal force, not a technique activated by SEAL.

That's all I can think about.

"Is it unresponsive? It's disconnected. But, well, we're in battle now, and silence says money, etc. Bella, I know it's weirder for me to talk like this."

With a spare attitude, Romnick playfully restarts his spear.

I didn't forget about the artifact. But every artifact I've ever seen looked fancy. It could be etheritis with Mr. Villey's mass, it could be Mr. Rose's unusual powers of power, or it could be Siglos' ability to fuse.

But I still don't know all about Romnick's artifact. It's something that doesn't even show a bare gesture to activate the artifact, so at some point I was driving it into a corner of my consciousness.

"Now that your [wife's hand] has figured it out... is it time to go to the next stage"

Romnick protrudes and declares the tip of his ear. For the first time at this time, I felt the will to rise from his body. The appearance seems slightly sharper while the face stuck to it.

Suddenly I came.

"Huh!?

Suddenly, the Romnick approached me and I lost my temper. Fast. That was way out of step.

I'm poking.

――

Flew to the left at the discretion of Da 'i. He's right-handed. If you avoid this one, he can't let go of the chase unless he's in shape - that's what I was thinking.

"Relax."

A heavy shock struck out my right arm with a slight chirp.

"Gu......!?

(12) Romnick took his left hand off the protruding spear and slammed it straight into the sideburn. But fortunately, the damage is small.

"Oh, no, did you even have a shield? We're almost ready."

A circular shield that was attached to both arms. A purple defensive shield similar to "Scutum" unfolds around the plate size used for meals. This also uses Flim's Photon Blood as an energy source, Photon Organ Armed. Unlike the charge break, it is quite fuel efficient, so I have heard that both left and right can be used about a hundred times.

I managed to take an ad hoc blow and I tried to let go of my mishap even further.

That was the failure. I should have stepped into my nostalgia. Because the distance is between spears.

"But - there, [unplugged], right?

Defensive shields are gone, exactly at that time. The white tip brought a sickle like a serpent.

Impact on right shoulder.

"Damn -!?"

I groaned indiscriminately at the heat of the pain, and I fell ill to be thrust hard. But Romnick's pursuit will not stop. There was a shock all over my body as I continued to stand.

Six times. Shoulder, chest, belly pounding, I blew up big. Fall, gobble and roll the floor.

"- Um, it's hard. Did you just say that boulders are made of" infinite light "equipment? Do you want to target exposed areas next?"

I jumped up, listening to a cheerful Romnick. Quickly set up a machete and look at him.

Less damage from a series of punches like the one you just folded. All in all, Achilles' protective features reduced the spear's power and prevented it. I still have the pain of being slapped with a hard stick, but I'm just spared the tip deciding on the meat.

Thought so.

"But, well, first of all, the first brush. Fun color painting starts here."

In a Romnick word, I noticed that the white spear cut tip was slightly stained with deep purple.

……

At the same time, I feel the heat running on my right cheek. When I did my hand, I felt lukewarm at my fingertips. Although not very deep, the tip of the white spear seems to have been plundered and torn.

- When...

I could recognize the six shots that were smashed into my body, but the seventh punch was carried out dangerously at my head.

I had no idea.

That's not all. The protective features of battle jackets, which use components and Photon Blood as energy sources, unfold like membranes that cover not only clothing, but the entire body. Naturally, however, the defenses of the exposed areas will be proportionately lower. Romnick's spear pierced my cheek through that protective film.

Don't. Don't lean on the remade combat jacket's defenses. When I'm blurry, they pierce my head and throat before my torso.

"Speaking of which, you're prohibited by the rules from supporting ceremonies, but you don't mind using offensive ceremonies, swordsmanship ceremonies, etc., do you? Well, based on the size of the icons I saw the other day, I guess I can't give a lot of power without the enhancement of my surgical skills by Force Boost."

Romnick, who spears without a gap and measures the intermission as he moves to the left, has just thrown a provocative word. No matter, I'm not willing to answer. If my "SEAL" is paralyzed and reveals that I can't use the procedure, I'm sure he'll feel even better. I didn't like Romnick getting on the diagram more than anything else, not being disadvantaged by the battle or that kind of dimension.

I also move to the right with Jirijiri and explore the timing of jumping out as we both try to circle. I don't know what power his artifact holds, but the ambush failed anyway. If you move in a detour, you're likely to get paid back.

- Somehow, we need to identify the properties of his artifact...

"Yeah, yeah, you know what? In addition to the brave Beowulf, you also have such great aliases as Monster (Dj Monster) and Thunder God (Indra). Amazing. It's not on the same scale as my Duelists.

I already know I'm going to praise him and lift him and slap him off later. I was thinking about my next move, listening appropriately to most of Romnick's narratives.

- I don't have enough information anyway. What the hell is his artifact capability? Apparently it's pretty plain, though I'm not sure if it's activated or not. Earlier, he was surprised by this surprise attack, but the attack itself prevented it by the point of perfection. No way. An instantaneous prediction of the future? Or an expansion of the five senses? Even if there was no change in appearance, the field of view was at 360 degrees? Or the sensitivity of your ears and nose so that you know the attack from the blind spot is in your hands like a sympathy...?

With all sorts of speculation floating around the back of his brain, he passes without being able to stick a bill of certainty.

I don't know, bite my lips.

- No, there's too little information. I can't be sure. If this happens, do we have to take a little more offense to see how it goes... damn, if we could have used an offensive technique at a time like this, we could have used it at least for about towing...!

"But well, that's only for today, too. Your fame will fall to the ground and crawl unnecessarily. And you yourself sink into your own blood pond...... oh no, don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you, am I? You live, we... uh, what was your name? Ha, I don't care too much and forgot my official name. Well, it's nothing. Anyway, Beowulf, you're gonna have to bow your heads to the victim's party and get them to pay for it."

The dialogue, spelled with a light voice, was mixed with parts not to be overheard by boulders.

- I don't care too much, I forgot, because...!?

"... you...!

It was as if he had been anointed by the flames of anger that lit his chest. My mouth moves at will.

"What does that mean now!

"Yes? I don't care what they say you mean... it's what you mean, right?... Oh no? Maybe you hadn't noticed yet?

He said he was in the middle of a fight, but Romnick showed him with his hands wide open and shoulders clasped.

"No way, do I look like a fool to imitate Beowulf Style? No, no, no. It's out of heart."

At the same time I laughed, Romnick moved. Quickly take the stand of hand poking and kick the floor.

A pure white spear penetrated the atmosphere as lightning struck, impending.

"Huh!"

Intercept. Fit the machetes so that they can pay off the tip of the spear and slash them up in reverse. Silver fillings and white patterns clashed, and metal sounds split his ears.

If it's true, I almost wanted to put the counter in line with his movements, but I can't grasp the distance very well. Because his whole body is white and unified, he blends into the interior of the security room as a chameleon, and he can't see the movement very well.

- Maybe the return blood. What is this called a bluff, was it really aimed at this effect......!?

If that's the case, there's too much small-time work. I can't believe we're getting around to that point while we sign up for a duel under the favorable condition of no support ceremony. How far are you cautious and how far are you an alert man?

Romnick keeps his face close as he pushes his spear in with the gouge. with a long tongue of snakes,

"You won't, such a reckless way to fight. Aren't you fundamentally ignoring the fundamentals of exploration? Hunt for weaker SBs and collect components - that's the principle of exploration, isn't it? Defeat an SB above its original strength? That'll give you more fruit? Will you praise us all for being strong? Ha, don't be silly. However, using a surgical formula that only works with three minitos, it is the pinnacle of stupidity, such as supposing that you have become stronger yourself. The only one who imitates that style is a fool with a head in a flower garden."

……

Romnick mocked 'Beowulf Style Victims', who was supposed to be one of his own, like other HR. I guess it's a word from the bottom of my heart. The light of contempt was evident in the nearby Moss Green eyes.

"You want to cheaply imitate a dangerous style, which means that you're the only fool who did it to merit. Or you can call it an unfamiliar business tension. You've seen it, you've felt it, their vility, their vility. A selfish thought circuit that does not take responsibility for itself and decides that all the misfortunes that have befallen you are the fault of others. Speaking of doing it, just rub all the blame on you, the Pacri former, meditate on our own ignorance and negligence, stop thinking and complain. The really bad news is that they're themselves who didn't think much of it and imitated other people's monkeys, huh?

What was so strange, Romnick spilled a creepy laugh, hissing, as he let his throat snap.

"So it's troublesome to be with them. It's annoying, it's unpleasant. Are you making fun of me? Ha, give me a break. I, uh, I just spoke to those stupid people and put them together in one group. Well, I tried somewhat. Hey, it was easy, huh? Anyway, they wanted to turn away from their fault. Yes, especially the ones who lost their companions and lovers. Someone wanted a villain other than themselves. Because if you don't, you have to look at your incompetence. But no more scapegoats existed for them like that. Yes, that's you, Beowulf."

……

I guess you're convinced of your own advantage. Romnick drowned the venom, but began to talk about the inner feelings he hadn't even heard. I didn't even want to know, nauseating crap.

"Once hate turns to others, that fix is not easy. It's not rational. I don't resent you because you have a grudge, I resent you because I want to. So no matter how broken the reason is, we nod to stories that are convenient to us, and we deny anything that is not. It must be really stupid, right? But, you know, those people are everywhere. I assume you're the culprit of it all, and you're the kind of person who smashes raw eggs."

"Shut up shut up......!

I could no longer ask. Romnick's pulling laugh was so unbearable that he suffered from eclampsia. It was as if the voice coming in from my ear was directly stroking my nerves.

"What you're saying is just a trick. Keep it convenient to use and don't skip the unsolicited......!

I stare into the eyes of Moss Green, immersed in distorted delight, and I utter a shoved voice.

"I'll fix it in any word - you're not the only one who pushed those people on their backs...!

I have no sympathy, but I can understand. As Romnick put it, people belonging to the victim's club probably needed an "understandable villain". And I also know in my previous life experience that such darkness is in humans.

So.

"Don't laugh that you're stupid about those people. Don't be ridiculous -!"

Strengthen your arms and push back the white spear. Keep your anger caged in your gaze and shoot through Romnick's face.

"From me - you're the dirtiest and ugliest person!

Scream to slap, go on,

"Charge!"

"Maximum Charge"

Purple brilliance fills the body. Exactly purple electricity bursts out of the blade and burns my vision. Romnick's face lit up from under his chin, and for a moment, a creepy look emerged when he was the Dead Minister.

"Whoa, I'm scared, I'm scared"

As soon as he does, Romnick pulls himself back lightly as he twitches to make a small fool of himself. I intend to flee as brilliantly as I did earlier. But you're expected to. Keep the charge-break trigger, I'm moving forward. The difference in speed between him and me is filled by a two-legged skywalker. Kill the intermission Romnick tried to open and follow it perfectly like a magnet.

"Oh, come on."

Remaining only spare, Romnick tries to get rid of the big sword shining in pure purple by judging the spear as he lowers back. But I expected that too. [M]

Pull the sword just before the charge-break launch to fit, short backstep. The white spear, who tried to play the machete with all his might, cuts the sky in front of him. And the moment I landed, I tried to make a decision on the sole of my left foot, kicked the floor, and jumped forward again as much as the bouncing ball.

"- Huh!"

Stand upright with the machete in charge, tip to the spear-shaven position Romnick, and kick the trigger

"Relax."

Romnick, who thought he let the white spear swerve wide open, showed an unexpected rate of reaction. Release your left hand from the spear and then slide it in your right hand. Under the pattern - he held close to the stone poke and shook it like a knife to return it.

In the worst way, it was just the right time.

Huh, and a sharp, wind-cut blow slammed the side of my machete well. The cutting-edge was greatly missed by the strong shock resulting from the centrifugal force, and the charge-break trigger was no longer out of time to cancel.

Explosion.

A second charge break, along with the roar, erupted from the tip of the machete, but unnecessarily pierced the space where no one was. The lightning tornado's perennial power roars right next to the Romnick and passes. His battle cloak snapped wide open.

"Hey, that was a shame. We were almost there."

"Knock... Knock, knock!

Unfortunately, blood instantly rose to my head in a romantic way that seemed to see through my mind. I grab the left machete that I just put in my sheath and pull it out.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Lower your posture and dive into his nostalgia with the help of Skywalker. As I slipped inside the time I was good at spears, I planted a rush with two machetes.

"Miss Sword and" absolute realm "double swordsmanship go wild. The right arm and the left arm each moved as another creature, causing the sword to flash endlessly. A brilliant blade on silver and a white, glossy white spear continue to clash, and a spark presents the look of a hundred flowers.

Drive your whole body, create your own [flow], and rain the sword strike uninterrupted. But Romnick made him try to prevent the whole thing.

"... ugh!

There are still no gaps. I want to bust his defense with a series of attacks, and I want to bust a charge break in there, but I can't open it.

It was so robust that it was no longer an exaggeration to call it an iron wall.

By analogy, the previous Romnick was a typical lancer, firmly overlaid with the drilling of the technique. Back to back with words and deeds that ate people, this guy's strength is undisputed real. He's strong enough without artifacts.

"- Ha!"

Step onto an invisible force field on the sole of a Skywalker and move to 3D manoeuvre. The purpose is to jump around like a rubber ball and disrupt his consciousness.

- But this guy's reaction speed and coping with blind spots are unusual...!

That's as if it's even on his back with his eyes on it, Romnick slowly takes the attack from the blind spot and lets him try to avoid it so gracefully as to frustrate him.

"Hey Beowulf, you said this earlier, didn't you?

As opposed to me, who bounces around with a wild rabbit greetings, Romnick is just tarnished with spears. Once again, he continues to defend himself against my attacks with minimal movement. [M]

"I'm the dirtiest, ugliest person..."

Phew, and at that moment of small exhalation, the previously lukewarm Romnic voice of the octopus tentacles accidentally froze hard.

"Um, I'll kill you, won't I?

The moment I told you, when the lightning flashed.

"Huh!?

It was a retrospective blow to me as I was about to attack from a blind spot. Barely responds. Stick out the circular shield on your right arm. A purple defensive shield took a high-speed blow like a wind cut followed later. The impact propagates all over your body and your limbs are paralyzed. I don't know. My back leg.

I got caught up in something.

"Nah -!?"

I fell ill in an unexpected twitch, and I couldn't bear to put my butt cake on the spot.

I remember this pattern. When Rosé asked me about "Ahead" during the special training...

The moment the sight flashed back into the back of his brain a few days ago, it impacted his mandible. Sparks scatter in front of you. My throat is wide open. I realized physically that Romnick's armored shoes kicked me in the jaw.

……

My throat was clogged and I didn't scream. Shock to the back of the head. Shaking inside the skull. I hit my head on the floor. I'm lying on my back on the floor defenselessly now. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Gaggin! and metal noise and wind pressure just to the right of his neck. Signs of a blade.

I opened my eyes.

- What do you think you are?

"Guh!"

It creates a sense of compression like being stoned down on the chest. If anything, Romnick had armored shoes on my chest.

Right near his neck - his spear stood in a rubbing position about touching or not touching him. As a needle on a specimen, as if to stop sewing my shadow.

What I would have deliberately removed, I didn't even have to think about.

"Beowulf, aren't you relieved somewhere in your mind to listen to me earlier? Oh, this guy doesn't want to kill himself - right. For apologies and compensation, they won't take it to life," he said.

A cold gaze of glance pierces my face. Romnick, furthermore, put a weight on his leg to compress my chest.

"but... yes...!

"Yeah, I am. I'm not gonna kill you, am I? [Aggressively]. But right? If you die in an accidental accident, that's when it happens. Do you understand?"

The armored shoe moves as it tramples the tobacco dropped on the ground. My lungs twist, and even if I'm patient, I get groans.

"It's time to be aware. You're weaker than me. To be clear, it's my victory. Blah, blah. If I meant it, I'd be dead over ten times since this duel started, wouldn't I? How much do you think you've already had a chance to scratch your throat or pierce your underjaw? You know the difference in strength, don't you? Does this sound like a joke to you? Yeah?"

Knock, when Romnick tilted the spear, a cold, hot feeling arose in the neck muscle. The tips are tearing apart the skin of every protective film in the battle jacket and eating it up.

……

I bite inside. [M]

I know. That's a lie or an exaggeration. That's certainly the difference between me and him.

But, but- then why doesn't this guy try to kill me instantly?

"How come you're not trying to settle this right away - don't you think so, Beowulf? No, he's an easy man to understand. Just look at your face and you'll see what you're thinking."

My chest is bitter and my face is distorted, how can I see such a change? But Romnick did say in my heart, hoisting one side of my lips to give me a wild grin.

"Just think about it and you'll see. This duel is farce, so to speak. I mean, there's a [scenario]."

"... si, nari, o...?

"Yeah, that's right. If you say so in hindsight, your defeat is no longer a matter of decision. You don't use a supportive technique, you can't beat me no matter how I stand upside down. You beat me up like a borough rag, and pitilessly and desperately begged for my life to name a few, surrender and lose - that's the ideal ending. Well, I don't mind using a supportive technique. But in that case, you still lose against the rules. It's no match for begging for life on a boulder, but still enough your stock will crash. Besides, whatever the law is, it's a very tough industry for the code. You know what happens to the undelivered who break the rules, don't you?

Explorers diving into ruins that are lawless zones have a tendency to place more emphasis on industry codes than on the law. Explorers have strict codes and are thoroughly complied with because they are outlaws who do not abide by the law and are not.

Therefore, those who do not have eyelashes, and those who do not have eyelashes, will surely be ostracized and will lose their place in the true sense.

Romnick is right, if I use the support formula - if I could - I would certainly grasp the immediate victory. But what awaits me and all my people, who have broken the rules of the duel, is an exile from the explorer industry.

Perhaps no one will be on our side. Even that Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel can only watch with their hands. We turn the Explorers around the world to our enemies and only get away with it.

If we get caught, we'll be sentenced to private imprisonment.

Yes. I once led a cluster named 'Supernova', just like that Dyne Samsolo did.

So few break the rules in the Explorer that comes to the duel. Even if you get fatal injuries during a duel, when you think of your people, because you know it's more right to die without using a recovery formula. Because I understand that even if I survive on the spot, they will eventually kill me.

That's the same for me. So you could never break the rule of the supportive technique ban.

"No, it's really stupid, you are. I can't believe they put me in a trunk and accept unfavourable rules such as banning supportive techniques."

I want to say that to Romnick, who laughs and laughs about what Teng himself wants in that truck, but his breath is painful and he's not going to be able to pronounce himself properly.

Even when it comes to dueling, what it means is a private fight. The rule is for the parties to decide between themselves. Whatever its content, the field will not be the first to say anything more than an agreement has been reached between the parties. Even if that's the kind of rule that openly disadvantages one, like this one.

"I'm loaded with direct lines, swine rushes, recklessness... all kinds of penetrations, but is that the guy called 'Young'? I don't normally take it, I can't believe this kind of rule duel."

- I know you don't have to say that. Besides, I don't want you to tell me at the time. That's what you were trying to incite me to by then. [M]

Now I know. It was all his idea from the beginning. This man set all those people in line, fanned them, made them throw eggs, and set my anger on fire, just to mount a one-sided duel. To provoke enough this one to get rid of the sight to set up a duel that gives you an absolute advantage.

I forgot about me in a hell-anger. I impulsively swallowed the rules, which I would never swallow if I were normal. Everything must have been exactly what he was looking for. Except that Mr. Villey, who was with me, was the same "artifact holder" as Romnick.

I moved my hand in an invisible position from him and let the purple stick hang from the belt loop touch my finger. Operate and remove the upper carabiner, gripping it into your hand about five centimeters long and hiding it.

"So, I'm not saying anything bad. As I said before we started, beg for your life, Beowulf. Yes, the more you don't, the better. If you show me something cool in a good way, don't kill me and I'll miss you. Oh, yeah, yeah. Please don't surrender suddenly or anything before I beg for my life, okay? I'll kill you in an instant, pretending I didn't hear you then."

Guh, and I'm going to change the angle of the spear even more, and Romnick's going to bury the blade in my neck. Moss Green's eyes glowed cold, indicating that the declaration was not a lie.

I can't speak, I just look back. [M] I can stare him straight in the face and put my will into it.

- Don't be silly. Who would do that......!

"... hehe, well fine. I haven't been feeling well enough yet. By the time that will break, I'm sure he'll be perfect for begging for his life -"

- Eat it even here...!

It was the moment I tried to throw the stick in my hand with just a snap on my wrist. Romnick abruptly cut off his moist mouth,

Momentum like a beast who had seen the flames for the first time in his life, every spear quickly jumped off of me. Retract at the speed of the electroluminescent fire and let the distance go greatly.

――

The moment the weight pressed against my chest disappeared, I got up with all my might, picked up two machetes that were rolling nearby, and put them back together.

If you skip your gaze to Romnick, where will you spare until just now? The burning surface flew and he stared at me with a rugged face.

"... What did you try to do now?

Without alarm - Romnick, who rather showed excessive vigilance, unleashed the question. Moss Green's gaze is pouring into my right hand holding the stick.

uncomfortable.

- How did they find out...?

I must have grabbed this in a position I couldn't see from Romnick. Besides, his eyes were all over my face. So I was confident that I would never be noticed.

Yet.

- What made you think I would use this...!?

Romnick waves the white spear gently and pays for my blood on the tip of his ear. Pippy, and a few drops of blood splash flew to arrange the dots on the pure white floor.

"... man, you still seem to have some kind of wife. I'm an unafraid person. I see, you're the only explorer who leaves you young and wanting fame. Yep, not at all, no loose ends...... hehe"

You put yourself on the shelf, and you treat me like a cunning human being.

But if you've found out, you don't even have to hide it. I still had a charge-break unused machete in my sheath and switched weapons. Put the machete of the remnant one to the right and the special stick inside with one or two in your left hand.

"Charge!"

"Maximum Charge"

This machete fills the last charge break. Silver blades wrapped purple phosphorescence and roared.

What is the stick in this hand? That's not what a boulder Romnick would know. Probably, but I think he's reading my psychology from things like changes in my expression, eye movements, and slight manipulation. It's considered a form of psychological reading mindset, but you shouldn't be able to see through anything until this stick is a flash pronounced bullet (stun grenade).

- I'll mess with Skywalker and then I'll slap him right in front of you......!

After I made that decision, I ran out to the left. Skywalkers on both feet show off their lead and their entire bodies accelerate. Run up the fast, invisible stairs and turn to the Romnic blind spot as a result of the disease.

After all, is his artifact an ability such as perceptual ascent? I wonder how confident you are in dealing with attacks from blind spots. Romnick would no longer follow me with his eyes, but he did not leave me standing still. [M]

But only this time will that chronic heart take its life.

"-!"

I jumped around him again as a bouncing bullet and threw the stick on my left hand in front of him at the right time. A purple stick containing the technique of granting the flim falls in a straight line to every ten centimeters of Romnic toes. I jump over his head and go behind his back, keeping the momentum going. Once you stop your legs in the air, close your eyes all the time and block your ears with both arms.

It burst.

Flash. Blast a little late.

I don't know how I had all this light and sound enclosed in such a small object - it was powerful enough to think so. You can say it was a big explosion that didn't involve destructive power. My whole body trembled.

The effect of flash pronunciation bullets is about three secads. I counted my time exactly in my head, and then I ran out with my eyelids open. Romnick's defenseless back jumps into view. to a distracted white cape. Now it's time to slap a charge-break all over you,

- Nah......!?

Stunning thinking. For some reason, Romnick was blocking his ears with both arms, just like me. I just have to analogize from behind, but maybe my eyes are meditating too -!?

Think that far instantly, but don't stop moving in momentum. I can't stop it. Not if I'm scared, but I make up my mind and wave a sword down his back that shines purple.

But then again, a white spear appeared in front of me as if it were magic. Moreover,

"Tornado Spinner."

Romnick startup audio. Blue (konji) colored Photon Blood wraps around a snake on a pure white spear.

- Hysteria...!

Dark blue - the brilliance of bronze blue roars up and starts spinning hard. The Tornado Spinner is very similar to the swordsmanship ceremony Drill Break, a spiral Photon Blood that covers the tip to the middle of the pattern spinning at high speeds, a technique that enhances the power of spikes and snares.

But.

- Is that a problem? Keep charging breaks......!

The Tornado Spinner and my swinging charge break collide so violently that the whole thing blinks instantly.

I kicked the trigger at the right time.

"- Huh!?

I may have mistaken myself for being in "Absolute Square" somewhere in my head. The ineffective slaughter of the vegetarian and the Romnic activation of the overall rating B or higher could not have been a decent battle.

The charge break did fire.

Towards the ceiling.

The moment I touched the fiercely spinning Romnick Photon Blood, I couldn't help but be bounced off with an arrow or an arrow.

There wasn't a single clump. I didn't think I'd lose much power so far.

One of the six bottles, the last of them, erupted vainly and, on the contrary, blew it away from my hand and backwards.

The battle rushes through the spine. Truth, my liver freezes.

He bounced up the sword he was holding with both hands, and I was in a state of hail. The impact has paralysed the arm and stiffened the whole body. In the meantime, Romnick, who was turning his back, moves. I dropped my hips, twisted my body - and looked back and poked my hands, and I knew it.

……

My eyes are visible. My head is spinning, too. But my body won't listen to me. They'll do it like this -!

If it was to come true, I wanted to lower my arms and defend myself with a circular shield. But I didn't make it.

Instead of the fast spinning blue "tornado spinner" around my ear tip piercing through my ear belly - my aim slipped away and I gently crossed my left flank.

Romnick deliberately missed the target. But even that was a hell of a power. The twisted force exploded on my flank and I blew straight across in a dumb position like a toy doll.

"- Huh!?

A body bounced off the floor as bright as a bouncing stone over and over again with tremendous momentum. I remember the shock every time, but I had no idea where I hit it.

Four conveniences jump and then finally kill your inertia and slide on the floor with your back. It's easy to round yourself up to pain like this, but that would give you a chase gap. I twisted the pain running through my body and jumped like a spring trick. Pull the remaining machete out of the back sheath and set it up.

As soon as I did, a severe pain ran like a current flowing through my spinal cord.

"- Huh... Huh!!

I gasp without a voice at the pain of turning bright white in front of me for just a moment. Tears seeped out of my eyes against my will.

"... Ha... Ha... Ha... ha!

Breathe on your shoulders and exhale your trembling breath again and again. I try to forgive the pain bugs that rumble around my body, but some of them are persistently biting my nerves, and I want to poke and clamp my knees right now.

Confirm the damage suffered. The left flank of the Tornado Spinner was worn out even though it had combat jacket protection. Fortunately not deep hand, but still slightly bleeding. There was a feeling of deep purple Photon Blood staining the inside of Bottoms' underwear.

Next, strong pain in your elbows, knees, or mouth. Rubbing the edges of the lips clutteringly with the sleeves of the jacket is less noticeable but dirty with deep purple blood. After a little hesitation, he spit out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth with his spit, pepper. When I saw it, there was a little bit of fine blood where I thought I'd been bouncing.

- It's okay, if the pain subsides, we can still move. No problem.

I dare to determine my condition so that I can check the condition of the machine, and I point the cutting edge of the machete at Romnick. I tried to be as unconscious as I could about the tingling pain in my left flank.

Kuku, and Romnick is laughing. He stuck to his own clothes, watching the return blood that would have splashed during the burst of the Tornado Spinner, seemed to be immersed in joy.

"Nice, your blood. You have a color that looks a lot like a white canvas. No, and I'm surprised, ha. I didn't know that little stick was a stun grenade. This is another hell of a substitute for me, isn't it? I had no idea from what it looked like."

"... Huh!

I bite my teeth at the extra time and laugh romnically. [M]

- Then how could I have prevented it! It shouldn't be possible to avoid an earlier unintentional strike without any prior knowledge. I can't explain just because the five senses are sharp.... No, wait. That means the power of his artifact is not the rise of perception...

Behind his ears, Mr. Villey's voice comes back.

"We're still unconfirmed, but they say there's even an artifact in there that's authorized to manipulate time."

Yes. An artifact that gains privilege over time - that is, "the prediction of the future." The ability to come up with that possibility earlier, but not the certainty and was one of the candidates' stops. But thanks to the flash projectile now, I was finally squeezed.

His artifact must be capable of predicting the future.

"Come on, does this feel like we've got everything we need? Okay, I'll give you more, Beowulf."

Once Romnick canceled the Tornado Spinner, he rebuilt the white spear. The look of the guy, who was white from head to toe, is now floating from the surrounding view in my blood splash by the way. Thanks to this, the protective colors seemed to confuse me this time, and I didn't seem to get the distance wrong.

As Romnick rushed out, I also whipped into a body where the pain had not subsided and went into 3D manoeuvre on a skywalker. Now that we know who his artifact is, we have to avoid melee fights anyway.

I spin my head desperately as I run up in the air at high speeds.

- Think, think, think, think! I found the power of his artifact to be his ability to predict. That's good. But what do we do? How can we predict the future - so to speak, strike the perfect foresight on the target?

If this happens, there will be no shame or outrage. As I fled openly, I sought a way to attack the artifact.

I can see the future, which means I can be sure of what Mr. Rose said 'ahead' would be. If I recall the development of the battle so far, I rather only have a sense of it. He's been making moves that I just think he knew beforehand what I was going to do. As Rose analyzes it, we usually take 'later on', and in a place called here we take 'earlier on'. Of course, I guess it's his local power that makes him an artist, but that's why he doesn't have too many gaps.

I stopped in the air and looked back.

"Hey Beowulf, are you taking an air walk at a time like this? For once, you're in a duel with me. Come down quickly."

Romnick stood on the floor unwrapping his stomach and clapping his shoulders deliberately, for Christ's sake. He can't fly. As long as you're in a high position, you can't get your hands on it.

But that's why you can't be running around forever. There's no time limit for this duel, but if Romnick boils down his business, he'll have to shoot this one down with an attack ceremony.

I take a slow, deep breath and calm down.

- As far as what's been going on, you shouldn't see a very distant future. Perhaps, an extremely close future...... maybe only a few secads away can tell. Otherwise, when I accelerated on the Skywalker, there's no way I'd be surprised.

The future a few seconds away - by knowing it, Romnick doesn't even attack from a blind spot, but he does. Anyway, we know where the attack is coming from. With as much skill as he has, he will certainly be able to deal with it even with his back turned.

But if it's just a few secads, I might call it 'awesome intuition' in a way.

Yes, no matter how much you know it's coming in advance, if it's an inevitable attack to avoid - no, more than that, what if it's an [invisible attack] in the first place?

――

Flashed. That's what flash pronunciation bullets are for.

"Oh, you hear me? By now, the outside audience is booming. Well, you're welcome to expose yourself to something different."

Build a cylinder around your mouth with both hands, and Romnick calls it in. Not in response, but I broke my knee and sank deep - the bullet said hello. With the feeling of kicking an invisible staircase and running up the stairs, but [running down].

"Oh? Are you coming?"

Romnick fitted in with this behavior. I'm a diagonal guy, and I push straight ahead like a shooting star.

Along the way, kick the command from "Artificial SEAL" to "Achilles". Then the battle jacket that received the order began [deforming]. The collar stretches and the deep purple membrane, almost pitch black, instantly covers my head. What I could do instantly was a full-face helmet with an anti-flash visor and anti-acoustic cancellation.

"Good Hart? I'm omitting this feature because it's still being adjusted, but for now, I've only made the helmet part available. Use it when stagling in a row."

Flim's explanation comes back to the back of his ear. Just like ancient weapons such as Black Xuan and White Tiger (Enchanted Arms), Achilleus fused with the starstone of the star wormdragon "Remote Heads" is [alive]. In other words, it has vast resources inside the armor, and has properties that allow for several deformations, or [transformations].

This is one of them. Originally a battle jacket, "Achilles" becomes a full-body armor (plate armor), also known as Mode "Stex" - just a few of them. As Flim said, we're still in the process of adjusting, so we only had the helmet part free to function.

No more strong light or loud noise will work on me wearing this. In other words...

- Bulk flash pronunciation bullets in a row!

Remove the three purple sticks together from the belt loop with your left hand. Hold one between your fingers like a cat's claw.

I couldn't move on the spot, and I saw Romnick in a position waiting for me. I look at the "Stux", which unfolded only on the head, and I am slightly eyed. Surprise means you didn't see this future? No, could it be a terribly limited future for him to see? Relax, I don't have time to get lost. Now anyway,

- Now... what do you say!?

Walking through the air, he waved his left arm and threw the first one. A purple stick lands at Romnick's feet, scattering flashes and roars. But I see him firmly in my eyes, and he doesn't sound as loud as it sounds. The cancellation function of "Stex" is fully operational.

Romnick, on the other hand, naturally meditated hard on his eyes, blocking his ears with his arms while holding a spear. As soon as possible, expectations can be bounced with your chest. Shit, now it's time to hit him all over the place -!

"Charge!"

"Maximum Charge"

Fill the right machete with the first charge break. Pulling a shining sword at Pure Purple, I plunged into a dazzling stream of light and explosions.

Count the effect time of the first shot back and throw down the second shot. If we connect this way, Nine Seconds will be - no, if we can also consider overlap time, we should be able to make eight and at least seven.

……

I can.

I can't miss this opportunity alone.

When I threw the last third shot, I grabbed the knife pattern with both hands, causing Skywalker to roar and accelerate even further. A Romnick figure exposes himself to defenselessness is approaching.

Even if the future sees it, it doesn't make sense that you can't keep your eyes open at times of need. Or, if the ability to see the future is truly 'vision only' information, it is imperative that you do not see the future that is thus anointed with light. I'm also satisfied with his surprise.

So.

- Now we decide...!

Place a brilliant machete in purple with both hands poked, straight line. Anyway, run through the shortest distance and storm with all your spirits.

Time prolongs.

(i) It feels like the secad has been divided into hundreds.

The cutting-edge thrusts through the universe, attacking Romnick from the diagonal top as many arrows were released.

There's a difference in height, a raid from above, and I'm after his upper body. Head, chest, or shoulder. Anyway, hit it, if you burst a charge break, that's all you get to give him a fatal blow.

- Hit me...!

I urge you to pray. Please tell me this moment is not the future he would have seen. That this attack poked at his will and would be the first and last blow.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I didn't know I was roaring.

What can I say for myself, but I think it's the best poke I've ever made, having balanced my cardiac body.

A purple, glowing edge of the sword touches the Romnick breast armor.

- Got it!

Expectations turned to certainty and my heart shook in response to the special.

For a second.

……

Stunning.

The recoil is not coming. I don't feel like it's supposed to come through my hands. Even though the cutting edge did reach Romnick's chest tip.

I knew the answer right away. Romnick's body was falling backwards at the speed of my spike. Knock your torso back, like a shrimp against you.

- What... because...!?

It was the perfect time. Romnick flipped his body at the same speed as he had indicated and let this blade slide beautifully on the surface of the Breast Armor. Purple sashimi and pure white armor rub together to make a hard noise. Shallow. Romnick has the momentum to fall straight to the floor. If it stays like this, the machete just slips over the breast armor, and it swings empty.

- Then here!

I am determined to release a charge break at this moment. Kick the trigger by sending a command via "artificial SEAL".

But that's exactly when.

Impact on the abdomen.

"Gah!?"

To the pain and shock that came from outside the consciousness, the nerves that were controlling the whole body were only severed for a moment. All rhythms collapse when the body folds into a letter of its own accord.

Romnick, who dodged the thrust in Sweeback, swung up his right foot as he moved, slamming the nail tip of his armored shoe directly into my belly.

The power of the kick strikes me as a target. But I ate up my teeth and maintained a charge-break, even if I wanted to.

- Kura, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Screaming in my heart, I burst a charge break.

Purple light explodes.

Boom after boom. The explosion of the charge break penetrated his entire body so as to break through the loud acoustics of the flash pronounced bullet.

"Ugh...!?

I blew myself up with a charge break recoil because of the shooting in an impossible position. Skywalkers can't even use their power if their center of gravity is crumbling. I fall from my back to the floor and roll. [M]

Raise your body by poking your hand where momentum has weakened and check the results.

- What do you say!? Did you do it!?

Unlock the "Stex" on your head, look around for Romnick. As a result, Romnick was squatting at the earlier location. It is round with a pure white battle cloak wrapped around it from head to body. It's assimilated to the background like a chameleon, so I almost overlooked it.

"... man, I'll use a palliative hand, Beowulf"

Spreading the basali and cape, Romnick stood up.

intact - but it wasn't in the boulder. The grey-brown curly hair was heavily disturbed, and there are marks on his left cheek like he was beaten. From the edge of his lips, blue blood was flowing thinly.

But that's all. Doesn't look like he's taking very heavy damage.

- No way... no way...!? You're telling me I couldn't let you hit me straight!? At that distance!?

"I was in a bit of a hurry with that one. Totally...... I'm going to use some forceful hands, not depending on how I look. Yeah, but thanks to you, I know one good thing."

In front of me stunned, I pay all over my body with bread and my hands, Romnick to get rid of the dirt. While doing so, he turned Moss Green's eyes to this side and laughed.

"You didn't try to use the technique just now, did you? What the hell kind of blow did you say you used so much in past footage? Prepare even these light and sound toys...... oh maybe that's also why you can't use the surgical formula?

I guess I was taking it lightly. Romnick wipes the blood on the edge of his mouth with his hands in white gloves and he turns his gaze to lick it up from the bottom.

…………

I knew I'd be noticed soon. It is too unnatural not to say how many rules prohibit supportive arts ceremonies, but to use other ones. Besides, it's all geared up. It was in the calculations that a brilliant guy would find out early.

So I don't mind. And I don't even need to answer.

I stand up with a machete, holding my painful stomach down with my left hand.

There are eight flash pronunciation bullets left.

Again. Again, smash his eyes and ears, and now it's time to slap the charge break for sure - that's all I got.

It worked out just now on the way. If we can somehow get through his "future predictions," we have a chance at all.

"Oh, I'll decide on a dull one. Don't you even want to talk to me? Fine, then. Look, please call me. How much?"

Move the index finger in the shape of a hook and paw, and provoke this one. On that face of half a laugh, I instantly had a huge killing temper.

At that time, Gashan, the sound was heard from Romnick.

"Oops, this is rude. Looks like your clasp's broken. Embarrassing."

The source of the sound was Breast Armor, which fell at his feet. Earlier, when I tried to recirculate my spike, I still had scars running sharply and vertically. That's what Romnick said, the clasp broke and fell.

……

I don't know. Breathtaking.

Breast armor showed considerable damage. Damage has penetrated the frame, not just the clasp part. That came off and fell, not just because of the clasp.

Yet Romnick is almost intact.

So I noticed.

- Well, that protective gear was granted 'substitute protection'...!

My grandmother told me about it. As you can see from looking at the flim, the weapons maker (crafter) mostly concurrently serves as the granting technique user (enchanter). Therefore, weapons protection equipment can be granted semi-permanently operational 'protection' as long as there is an energy source. For example, protective equipment is often granted "protective protection" like my battle jacket. This makes the armor even more robust and increases its defense.

However, there is not only one type of 'protection'. Some of them are 'substitute protections', 'healing protections', and so on. Whether you can actually grant it or not depends on the craftsmanship, and the multiplication of 'protection' requires a wide mounting area for the weapon itself, so it's not that easy.

Perhaps Romnick's Breast Armor had been granted 'substitute protection'. 'Protection' where the wearer takes on the damage he is supposed to take instead and the protective equipment self-destructs. Naturally, if the damage taken is too large, the tolerance is exceeded and the excess flows to the wearer.

My charge break was definitely a direct hit. And that power outweighed that Breast Armor endurance. That's why Romnick was letting blood seep through his mouth.

"What is it, Beowulf? You can't win just by stopping, can you? Look, I'm full of gaps right now, right? Please come."

Already figured it out. Next time, I was sure.

His tone and attitude are all bluffy.

The evidence is that he is more prepared to say something to me like, "I'm ready." Though, in a way, as expected.

As well as I bring the flimsy hidden balls, Romnick has prepared countless trumpets. Even if not, be more careful than this one. Without a doubt, his manipulation will not be confined to the Breast Armor alone. Armor, battle cape, clothing on both arms - they should be doing all kinds of small work.

When I realized that, the emotions that came up from the back of my chest, but not despair or fear - were joy.

I can't stand it anymore, and I carve a grin in my mouth.

Let's admit it again. To me, this man named Romnick is a formidable enemy. Besides the difference in digits due to the local power, he has no alarm and no fine dust. Because he's coming to a duel, pulling off an advantageous card called the Supporting Arts Ban Rule, and thus preparing perfectly in case.

But, but.

That's why.

- It's worth crushing...!

That's what I thought.

Come to think of it, there was nothing going on.

Yes. I can't believe this level of opponent, considering the battles we've had so far.

Hercules was mighty. A lot of top-notch explorers have been cut.

Sigloss was scared. There was a bottom line about not knowing what I was thinking or what I was going to do.

Midgals Olm was desperate. No matter how much I attacked him, I didn't feel I could defeat him. It was like a bottomless swamp.

But what about Romnick?

Indeed, there is a special (peculiarity) called "artifact holder". But would that extend to Hercules' haughty blades and armor, the speed and robustness of the cigrus, the giant body and destructive power of the Midgals Olm?

Or how about Mr. Villey's monstrous speed and accuracy, Mr. Ashley's exquisite swordsmanship and combat theory, Mr. Rosé's exceptional power and sharpened martial arts - compared to the three female jewels who trained me for this duel?

Not at all. I don't feel threatened either.

Compared to our previous strong enemies, compared to our special training until yesterday - yes, it's no big deal at all.

So I laugh.

- Until today, how many training grounds I think I've been screwing around. You're a little clown. No matter how advantageous the situation, no matter how weak the opponent is, we have plenty of clever little craftsmen to consolidate ourselves into bees. You're just a coward. Even if it looks awesome, there's nothing to it if only Tane could figure it out. I'm not scared or anything. It's about that level of opponent.

"... what are you laughing at, you are"

Romnick, who noticed a change in my expression, frowned and glanced at me from his spare face. She also has a slightly diminished voice and is pregnant with a grumpy sound.

Conversely, I felt just a little better and slowly shook my neck to the side and opened my mouth.

"Nothing. Anything."

"What is it, don't you care"

No, to Romnick, who would eat on me, I showed him a deeper grin, especially - thinking of the face when Flim would do that.

"... he just said it was about you, he's no big deal. I just thought so. 'Cause instead of slapping a big mouth, all you're doing is crappy little handiwork. Well, that's pretty much the same as me without a support ceremony. Besides, it's too deliberate to talk and provoke me, like right now, and it cools down the other way. Is that what you're trying to do? If that's the case, I'm sorry to say it, but it's pretty bad. And then I can afford it. I'm pretending to be waiting for this one to attack, but the point is, you're just freaking out and you can't move, right? You didn't think I'd find out? You can't fight properly without provoking us and inviting us to attack, you pathetic bastard. I know everything."

If you're familiar with my childhood, Flim would say this - that's the word I imagined and told him. Honestly, I'm getting a little more sluggish and disgusted than I thought, and I'm a little stunned myself.

Thus, the effect was more faceted than I imagined.

"... Beowulf... you...!

Romnick's voice dropped as far as the lightning went. My eyes hoisted and my Moss Green eyes stared hard at me.

Apparently, my remarks touched the scales. Romnick looks up at the ceiling and exhales a deliberately loud sigh.

"... okay, if that's all I have to say, shall I take it somewhat seriously too? Showy it gets a little boring, though."

I slashed Romnick's long mouth, which just happened to start, with anger.

"- I'm just telling you to call me! You've been on the defensive side since just now, and you're so scared of me!

I tapped into the dialogue I would have said if I had been Hanu.

"... ugh!?

Clearly in everyone's eyes, Romnick's cheek meat attracts.

And Mr. Rosé would surely do this - so he put up his sword and stepped forward.

"If you don't come that way - we're going this way! Charge!"

"Maximum Charge"

Fill the fifth charge break and ride the Skywalker acceleration. As a result of the thunderstorm, he struck out in a straight line, Romnick.

The remnants of the charge break are fourteen.

There are nine flash pronunciation bullets left.

Not yet at all.

The battle has just begun.

"Ahhhhhh!

A slash that jumps straight in and swings down is bounced back into a pure white spear. Sparks splash all the time, illuminating me and Romnick's face red for just a moment.

What comes to his face is an angry look. He rubs off the extra mask he's been wearing and exposes his anger on my provocation. Somewhat wounded, there will be that remorse.

I'm sure he'll come for real. This is the real deal.

But in my head, there's no chance of defeat.

Nobody knows where the victory is until it's over.

That's right.

Because the battle is coming.