What appeared before me were "Bad Eating" and "Thousand Needles".
It's Her Majesty's Right Hand. I hope my valve is correct.
So I remembered. The enemy hit me with a 'broken neck'.
The enemy hit me with a 'broken neck'...... ok, I remember.
"Eh, those are the people who failed the directive and were removed from charge, right? What can I do for you?
I meant to talk friendly, but my gaze got extra tight.
I wonder if this is it.
I guess it means we fight one battle and clarify the relationship of power.
If so, get the right person......
"... it's dangerous."
Suddenly the needle flew.
"Well avoided. If you eat it honestly, you can go to the world without knowing anything."
I heard a squeaky voice. Looks pretty old.
"A sudden greeting, what do you mean? You failed your mission. This one is a success. I think the difference in strength is clear."
"Whoa, whoa... don't be silly. When we arrived, the enemy fled. On the contrary, he turned to the Lord. Don't you see the difference? Stupid."
What? Like this, what seems so great about the murmur is that you're confident in your arms?
But I can even put a needle in it by accident.
How do you calculate to defeat it?
"Forget the joke, if you apologize now, I'll forgive you for just breaking both knees. Kind of you. If you run away or hostile..."
Kill.
My seriousness was conveyed, and my bad eating was half-step down.
Instead, a thousand needles pack up the mess.
This is already hostile. Therefore, the elimination decision.
I haven't lived in a sweet world as much as I have been hella directed at hostility over and over again.
Same "right hand". I warned him once. I think I've done my duty already.
I would never forgive someone who came to kill me on top of that.
"Hmm!"
The black coat of a thousand needles, if you think it's weird, seems to have hidden a large amount of needles inside.
He flicked the bastard and the black coat, releasing dozens or hundreds of needles at me.
Of course, I don't like you enough to take that stuff.
It's melting in the darkness so much, it's circling behind a thousand needles.
"Hey, and goodbye"
I blocked the mouth of a thousand needles and scratched my neck with a small knife.
The bad eating, which bled like a fountain, opened his eyes in amazement, and shortly afterwards, his mouth wide open.
They're wearing teeth lined with these bad eaters, these sharp metal fangs.
From the two names, I can easily imagine biting with that one.
"How dare you kill a thousand needles!
I have a bad mouth, but it's a woman from my voice.
And quite young.
"You've been watching, right now."
Isn't it a little too easy for you to ask on top of that?
"I'll eat you scattered!
Oh, I knew it would come, and while I was sighing, the bad eating stuffed me in time.
The weapon would be a denture attached to the mouth. Fang in because the tip is pointy.
There can only be melee fights to see.
I thought you were going to bite me right away, and I wasn't.
I have cleverly used my hands and feet and challenged them to fight.
I was a little surprised by this, too.
He uses his right and left hand, sometimes both legs, and moves to hunt me down.
Quite a sophisticated move.
If I thought so, the bad eating grinned.
The lower half of the face is covered with metal mouth, so the upper half is visible though.
"I got it."
Grabbing my right sleeve. [M]
"... whoa, it was dangerous"
In a flash of early work, he tried to chew my right arm off a thousand times.
And then it's fast.
Is it something that moves from neck to top so fast?
"You've worked out your neck."
I had hair in between. If I hadn't torn my black coat and pulled my hand, I think he would have died first from his wrist.
"I'm not taking it off next time."
I chattered my mouth, and the bad eater laughed.
Both hands have the same number of legs.
That means that a bad diet with another way of attacking, mouth, has more hitters in melee.
I see. I've thought about it.
I was just a little impressed.
But if you don't challenge melee, what do you think?
It is the "right hand" of Her Majesty the Queen.
We need to survive any situation and return with information.
Any opponent, if they tell you to kill them, you have to go kill them.
In other words, you must not be unsuitable for the way you fight.
I took out a knife for throwing.
Skinny. It's painted black.
It is a dish made to avoid any reflection of light.
With the exception of the thumb, which was sandwiched between the four fingers, whether or not it appeared to be a bad diet.
Just wave one wrist and release three knives.
I guess I didn't see it from the beginning.
flanks and thighs, and the soles of the feet, each with a knife stabbed.
"... Tu!!
I stuck my sword in the throat of an evil eater who looked at me in pain.
"You didn't really think you could win, did you?"
I was alone, and the three of them turned to the enemy.
Think about it and you'll see.
Getting two names is the sword of the blades.
I guess the bad eating was named for its appearance.
Strength hasn't kept up with it.
"Give up your luck."
I stabbed my bad eating throat with a sword. [M]... I was going to, but there are people out of the way.
"What are you doing, sister?
I am the person in black standing behind me… I spoke to my sister, who is my liaison.