Riot Grasper

The streak against Mr. Cecil will not be bitter either, as it is sufficient to deprive him of useful skills from the Curos and the others.

However, the bandit's divine moves have been activated six times before, so it is stopped today.

Well...... in battles with opponents who purely enjoy the fight, stealing skills is good because it goes against my fluency (* conveniently changes).

Um, only Cecil's possession skills are -...

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Name: Cecil Atomyce

Race: Half-Beast Man (Lion/Human)

Age: 22

Occupation: Mercenary

SPECIAL: Beast King's Pride (Grand Pride)

Skills

Skill LV3 (22/150)

- Body surgery LV3 (7/150)

-Throwing LV2 (45/50)

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I've checked before, but this guy's probably stronger than Curros.

Skills and body surgery have reached LV3, and I guess they throw large spears like they did when they pierced a scorching hot tiger. You can't be alarmed if you're at a distance.

Besides... I suppose I have extremely high physical abilities around dignifying myself as the strongest lion in the Beast Nation. Even I have greatly improved my physical enhancement skills, but I don't insult you for being racially different.

This is a weak human being. I can't complain about my neck being pawned if I'm not originally muscular, but if I sit on top of the benefits of my skills.

The next time I focused my consciousness on the large spear she had, general information came to mind.

"Giant Yari" - a spear possessed by Auga's subspecies "Augalord". Very heavy, stubborn.

"Are you worried about this spear? Pretty good, huh? I'm trying so hard to make the most of what the demons had."

... 'Lord' or so, so it would be like the King of Auga. Is it stronger than the rare skilled Brad Auga I defeated?

It seems too big to handle in Mr. Cecil's physique, but she is gently waving a spear to bury the Curlos and the others. You should no longer consider yourself a little giant.

And what I'm most interested in is her special possession - The Beast King's Pride.

"The Beast King's Pride" - does not hurt the pride of the possessor. The fangs of the Beast King will surely approach the throats of those who confront him.

Hmm. That's an abstract expression. Mr. Cecil's pride...... right.

... Is that about all I know about my abilities at the moment?

And then you can actually fight and you'll get the details.

"You know."

"Hmm? What's going on?

As I was facing Mr. Cecil, I heard Ray from the rear.

"From the eagle, I don't know why you're taking that offer. I think you're a good fighter fanatic, too."

"Nah!?"

You're out of your mind. I'm a man with the calm to dodge everything I can if it's a fight I can dodge.

"'Cause you're smiling."

"... eh"

Such an idiot.

Petari petari.

Hmm? I rushed to Ray's point and touched my own cheek, but nothing like that...

"Haha. You fooled him."

"Oh, my God."

She also seems to joke once in a while. Maybe it's my fault, but most women I've ever met feel like they're playing with me. You're Siena, and Irie...... maybe Aruba too.

Am I even in a rollable shape with my palms?

I miss the rim, which was pure and innocent.

But, well, there was undeniably a desire to give the duplicity a full try.

Once everyone gets a new weapon or toy, they'll want to try it. Naturally.

I was feeling a little uplifted, but Ray's joke seemed to relax this one in a good way.

"... Phew. It's time, okay? I'm tired of keeping a big spear like this."

Mr. Cecil whirls the giant spear he has.

You're definitely not tired, are you, that?

"Uh, thank you. Oh, it's Sage."

You already know the name, but you even gave me the nickname 'Se You' on your own, but before these games, I thought it was something to name.

"Nice. Mr. Se is very good. I really like that."

The lion's beast man, who laughs joyfully at his temper,

"Cecil Atomis. Thank you for this wonderful encounter."

When I said so - the color of my emotions fell out as the tide drew from my face.

- Come on!

With the benefit of swordsmanship skills, the two swords are familiar as if they were an extension of both arms.

My physical abilities have improved... and I think I can do something about it.

My body can keep up with maximizing my swordsmanship skills.

"- Ha!

The first hand is on the other side.

A giant spear swung by the horizontal giraffe pressed to eat this one on the flank.

Take the first shot by taking two or three steps back and watch how it goes.

That sounds like a pretty heavy blow. It may be hard with one arm if you accept it.

"Ugh... Rrrr!

While I'm thinking about it.

Mr. Cecil threw a spear at me with all his might, just a short distance away. Jump to the point where you float your weight gently and step forward with your left foot wide enough to twist your body up. How much tension is created by stretching tough muscles being squeezed to their limits?

- - Cum!!

A throw shot off a beautifully rough form, meat forced along with a sound a little unfamiliar to hear.

Bullets!?

Ripping through the air and attacking is a giant spear with a triple tip.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!"

I crossed my swords and confronted the flying spear head-on.

The tip of the blade hits against the spear, making it sound gaggy. More shocks run through your body than you could imagine, and the ground you were treading on slides forward. If I hadn't worn sturdy boots, the back of the sole would have been scraped away.

... That's a great power. If it's just physical ability, it could be comparable to Mr. Alba's.

But... it's not an unbearable blow.

Even I'm growing up.

The spear thrown killed momentum and fell to the ground.

It is indeed a powerful means of attack, but if you throw a weapon because of it, it will not last.

Now, over here...... come on!!

Gachilli and putting gear on top in the brain right after he runs out.

I'm not going to prolong the battle. We're stopping today, and we don't need to see their skills.

"Good girl."

- What, to?

Along with the hanging sound of lifting a bit of heavy objects, Mr. Cecil took the motion of carrying something around at hand. At the same time, a giant jerk who was rolling on the ground flutters and rises into the air.

Is that...?

When I gazed, I saw something like a thin thread between the spear and Mr. Cecil. Well... the spear you threw wasn't disposable. I'm guessing it's bracketed even in sturdy yarn.

But I'm not going to keep a close eye on that behavior.

By the time the spear gets back on hand, if I approach Mr. Cecil, it's over. Probably in time - possible.

"This is a drop, Yikes!

Hey...!?

There's a big axe thrown in front of me.

"Ugh... Rah"

The momentum of the rotation was tremendous, and the axe became more unbearable to the impact of bouncing off with a double sword and scattered into several metal chunks.

Is this... the big axe that the big man I knocked down earlier was equipped with? I didn't expect to use what was rolling on the ground to crack the situation...... lavish or excellent judgment. Anyway, the owner lost his torso and neck. You can use anything you can.

Returning her gaze to Mr. Cecil, she already had a giant fuck in her hand.

"I did everything I could from the beginning, but I can't stop..."

Words to be crushed.

"Do you want to end up here now?

I stepped on one of the axe fragments scattered at my feet and smashed it into pieces.

"By the way... this isn't my drop"

It is my utmost intimidation.

"Haha. Se, you must be really strong."

"Then..."

But that seems to have resulted in stirring up Mr Cecil's struggle.

"End up here?... You're kidding."

"Yep."

"I can't believe this...... it's so much fun to stop on the way. If I'd been stronger, I'd have had more fun. Don't you think?

Stop the Thinking.

I don't know what you're talking about. Strange that you're questionable but don't want answers.

"I regret it."

The speed of the spear wielded by the boom feels faster than without a heart or the first blow.

But fear not in front of the duplicity.

The serial strike, which was channelled with a silver sword blanche and the opponent attempted to cleverly rotate the spear and strike with a pattern, was also prevented by the black sword noir.

"Not yet... not yet!

I feel like the continuous thrust that rolls out without putting my hair down is increasing in speed and power with each blow.

This is already...... definitely.

This is the effect of - The Beast King's Pride.

I don't know what kind of life Mr. Cecil has had in the midst of being a semi-beast man.

But for her, who has continued to operate as a mercenary whose strength alone says things, 'strength' may have been 'pride' as it were.

Because I must have hurt Mr. Cecil's pride.

It wasn't just about strength that I was winning, it was unpleasant that I made it a saying to stop fighting along the way.

It's like I told someone who was sincerely enjoying the fight that I couldn't enjoy with you.

Most of all... I didn't mean to, I just wanted to pull the curtain peacefully.

"Knock..."

It still prevents the opponent from attacking, but it would be dangerous if the fierceness continued to increase.

Mr. Cecil's body will also be burdened.

Here at once -... let me decide.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Maximize the amount of maneuvers in the duplicity, and with the temper of tearing, carry out a series of strikes that surpass Mr. Cecil's continuous penetration.

Blanche and Noir are also pretty sturdy assholes of giants enduring sword strikes.

Did you feel pushed in as it was, Mr. Cecil took a step back, releasing a full force thrust with a voice of momentum.

A spear, although it has fought several users before, is not compatible with confronting them with a sword. The spear is an excellent weapon with long intervals and can be quickly turned to attack and defense by swinging.

Being duplicitous made it easier to deal with it, but it's still not compatible.

... No, I'm not throwing up a weak sound.

This is where the special order specifications I asked Mr. Zig to live.

There is only one condition to activate.

Remember in your heart.

- Apologize to Mr. Zig!

Silver Sword Blanche's patterned head has a slightly characteristic shape. The design that is starting to embed something is hardly decorative.

What fits in there? The answer is simple and clear.

Push the black sword noir and silver sword blanche patterned head in until there is a gushing noise. If you rotate him gritty and half in that state, he completes a heavy, long sword that exceeds two metres in length. No matter how you swing it anymore, hit it down, stick it up, slap it down, crush it, but it never comes off on its own.

It was for this reason that I had the two swords shaped the same.

Beautiful curved, streamlined black and white twin swords.

If the pair of black and white swords are one, the destructive power will bounce many times rather than twice (* aspirations).

Double-Edged Sword (Twin Blades) - Noir Blanche.

"Nah...!?"

It was Mr. Cecil who leaked a surprise at the deformation of the weapon, but he can't pull back the spear he protruded anymore.

… Even when it comes to a large double-edged sword, the need to grip the center does not mean that the time stretches rapidly. It's not necessarily superior to everything compared to duplicity, but it's a big advantage to rotate it like a spear to make it easier to turn to attack and defense.

I take the opponent's thrust with one blade and use the momentum to twist and rotate the double-edged sword.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh!

The rotating force of the body was multiplied by the centrifugal force of the weapon itself, and Mr. Cecil's spear was thrust with all his might from the lower direction.

Unable to withstand the mighty shock, the giant Yari rises high above.

"Ma... no"

In an impending crisis, Ms. Cecil stretched her body.

It's... it's late!

Pack your distance and squeeze your fists into the empty pocket.

A major reason I asked you to be able to deform into a double-edged sword is because this can be handled with one hand.

Flirt the opponent with a duplicity and, if necessary, deform him into a double-edged sword to devour a powerful blow. It is also possible to switch to one hand where the enemy is weakened and instantly take away his skills.

The greatest masterpiece that Mr. Zig has ever made for me (* Mr. Zig is not approved).

But now instead of depriving me of my skills, I only fist through Mr. Cecil's body.

I don't give a shit.

Sure, I'll root out your consciousness with this blow.

- Are you ready to be crushed with pride? Beast King!

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"Wow."

- Sleepy. Very sleepy.

They say that human beings alternate between shallow and deep sleep. It is generally assumed that when you wake up at the moment you switch to a shallow sleep, it becomes very important that you wake up. If you're going to wake up in a deep sleep like me right now, you're going to be spending the day in a carefree state.

So I just want to sleep a little more. No matter how many times the bell that tells the hour rings, is it something I'm going to move until I want to wake up today? and well...... at a time when such consciousness is working slightly, sleep may be shallow.

I was in such a pussy rebellion as I wandered in my bed at the Full Oyaji Pavilion.

On second thought, I haven't been very relaxed since I arrived in the city of Melbail.

I went to Volvo Volcano to find a scorching hot storm tiger, and if I received a new request after the sword was completed, I was caught in the commotion, and not while my heart was resting.

You can take a break today or so.

... Though I can't relax in this city forever. It's not a quick journey, but for once we have to move on to the Empire.

Puffiness and the awareness that gradually emerges from the bottom of the water combine like a puzzle.

- Yesterday. Ever since I left the raid by the Curos and the others, I went into battle with Mr. Cecil in a series of battles.

Feel the feel of a soft, clean sheet on your back, remembering the feeling of the moment your fist captures the other person.

After that, we decided to take him back on the horseman because we couldn't leave Mr. Cecil, who had passed out in his last blow, in such a place.

On my way home that way, I was worried about what was going on with the other Prim, who had lost one crack, and I went to the Powdal Wetland Zone... but Prim never responded to my call. No matter how much fire magic burst in the air, it just sounded vain in the silenced wetlands.

Maybe the fact that one cracked prim died made me distrustful... I don't even want to think about that. I don't even know if the consciousness of a divided individual will be shared, or let's not be too negative. It is also possible that he was tired of the merger and fell asleep.

There was no choice but to see him, leaving the wetlands in the hope that he would build his former magic skills safely, and it was not until after sundown that he arrived in Melbail.

After the four of us surrounded dinner at the inn, including Mr. Cecil and the twins, I was wondering if I would show my face to the Adventurer Guild. I do not intend to report to the Alliance that the request from the Chamber of Commerce of Leruno was a malicious one, because I want to avoid any further troubles, and I must, however, report to Ms Siena whether she was able to carry out the request. I can't even report a lie.

Next to what I'm thinking, Mr. Cecil,

"I'm going to talk to the Chamber of Commerce, so you need to rest. I said I'd do anything if I lost, so I'm gonna have to do this."

and just said it and disappeared into the city at night.

I didn't completely trust her, but the Leruno Chamber of Commerce wouldn't attack me all over the city like this either. If you involve a lodging house with a large number of guests, that could expose the case to the Alliance.

That's why I let the words sweeten me up and give me some rest.

Thanks to you, this is how it is.

However... my brain has become a lot more active due to the act of fumbling back into my memories. Suppose it's time to wake up.

"... hmm?

The lid remained closed and flipped the body...... something soft hit my hand. I try to reach out again to see if this would have happened to a less familiar feeling.

The touch is... very good. The surface, soft and smooth as rounded silk, is slightly warm and when you press it gently, your fingers sink down and are pushed back by a lot of elasticity.

What, is this...? I don't know, I don't know... this is very good stuff.

Looking further around, my palms touched another equally rounded feeling.

If you stick your hand in an elastic liquid, would you be able to recreate this unknown feeling?

Hmm? Could this be...

One possibility comes to mind.

This... is a prim, right?

You didn't see me yesterday, but you actually think you noticed me and chased me?

Did the two of you even do it in a split again? It's small enough to fit in your palms, you bastard. I don't think it's puffy.

Laughing lightly, I was happy and ripped off my bed cover.

"- What?"

"Uhh..."

Time stopped.

WHAT, THIS... WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!

It wasn't the prim that the bed cover was covering up - - Cecility, hmm...?

And why...... half naked!?

Mr. Cecil, resting defenselessly, is wearing only underwear called Drawers, and miraculously messy sheets on his upper body hide where he should hide, but he is not equipped with anything. Black and white patterned hair sticks to the back on lightly sweaty skin, and a female-specific scent ravages the nasal cavity.

Hey, ma... Huh? Could it have been... hey! Or why is Mr. Cecil here!? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I drank a little alcohol yesterday...... but I don't get drunk because of my skills. Yeah, I'm fine.

"Ah... Mr. Se. Wake up?"

Where he manages to restore his confusing head to normal, Mr. Cecil's words of awakening disturb his thoughts once again.

Or don't get up! I can miraculously hide it, because my chest is gonna be in trouble!

When Mr. Cecil moved his body around, he saw something stained on the bed sheet.

That can only be described dynamically as' red ', and we all have no idea why this kind of staining is happening. It's refreshing. I need someone to tell me.

"I... I've never seen it like this before"

Naniitterno? Konocht. Zenzenwakannai.

"Oh, hey..."

You can't do that because they said they'd do anything, me yesterday. Please don't push all the blame on me today. Then I'll throw the whole thing at me tomorrow. No. I'm confused and I can't think of anything.

Mr. Cecil won't smile at me when I get out of bed.

"It hurt, it hurt."

- When I thought, I nodded my face to the bed with a distressing voice. When I rushed over to see how things were going, there was a scratch from a blade on the side of my abdomen, and I was treated for just stopping the bleeding.

"Hey, are you okay!?"

"Hey, I just had a little trouble convincing the people at the Chamber last night. But it's okay, Se, because you're not going to be let out anymore."

Apparently, this wound was received in a place to persuade the Chamber of Commerce.

... So I finally realized that I was being made fun of by Mr. Cecil.

If you calm down and think about it, there's no way a healthy teenager is going to act like I'm going to be stabbed in the finger by 10,000 people.

"Absolutely not if you're joking even though you have these wounds. I'll let you know what happened later. I mean... how did you get into the room"

- After all, I may be destined to be rolled in the palm of an older woman.

Siena, Irie, Aruba, and... Cecil are also adding.

My pride as a man is already worn out...

Activating healing magic, but I was in the mood for something like that.