Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

"The secret of Currier Verstein's strength lies in the precision of his discernment, which allows him to quickly measure the strength of his opponents"

Hibigami was saying that when Mr. Currier was fighting his armor.

"And the true strength of that woman is in that she can 'adapt' her way of fighting to the strength of her identified enemies in their current state of progress."

You mean you knit the way you fight that fits your opponent in the fight?

Extrapolate the opponent's power.

"If you're going to catch on to someone, you should be able to measure their strength."

The first day I went to school, Mr. Currier said away to Fiburg.

That's what happened during Operation Giant Crusade, if I recall.

When the small species appeared, Mr. Currier first cut ahead to accurately identify the weaknesses.

Let's make it an earlier fight.

Even when the improved version of the small, medium-sized, and synthetic species came out, Mr. Currier defeated it immediately, although he had a little bit of a hold on it.

The bones of purple armor are the same.

It was only a step backwards, and shortly after several meetings, I struck it off with almost a touch of armor sleeve, without even a thing.

"Except for Varaga, I always thought there would be someone in the House of Six who could reach me in a proper 'fight'."

I...

I'm happy, I feel it.

Against the fact that admirers are unquestionably strong.

I believe that Hibigami's words are credible enough in fighting matters.

Currier Verstein, because he's so much of a person... so much so that even that hibigami is regarded as someone who has the potential to reach himself, such a person.

Just a little... Just a little bit. I feel safe watching this fight.

But I'm slightly concerned.

Mr. Currier, who I know, is usually so...

The bottle slips off the palm of the noise with the rain Shizuku.

The bottle swung Falvety as if it had signaled that it had reached the ground, and the noise ran away.

Mr. Currier's Livergate light shooting rumbles around without pruning the noise.

Fierce offense.

Revergates tracing the muscles of light draw multiple trajectories endlessly.

Falvety of accelerating noise stretches as a whip, exposing him to ultra-fast indiscriminate beatings.

The noise gripping Falvety raved as he mocked the slaughter of Currier Verstein, unleashed by a wild storm, and tailored his beautiful prey.

The sword belly is in contact.

A spark of incandescent heat that swells along the short line.

The residual light of a rambling blade.

Mutual.

That's how it looks.

Is it amazing how many noise deeds exchange swords with each other with that Currier Verstein?

Also, "Silver Maiden" that doesn't take a pull on "Intangible Play," which has pushed its limits and empowered it four times, is it amazing?

The noise swirls backwards, avoiding twitching.

At the same time as evading the attack...

"- Yikes!

Mr. Currier, dripping potatoes and Shizuku from the tip of his wet forehead hair, was gripping the back of the noise.

Noise takes the form of being grabbed by the hair and inhibited from acting at a distance.

"You said you've come to learn how to fight. But I don't have enough experience in action."

Livergate increased his radiance at one time.

"If you're going to fight shaking up such long hair, if you don't move the length and hair movement into the calculation as well, it's easy to grasp like this -"

Zakli, and.

The part of the hair where the noise had been grabbed was severed by Falvety.

"Thank you, Professor, 'Silver Maiden' which! But on the offense earlier, I figured it out!

Noise retreats while scattering the Falvety orbitlessly to even get the distance.

Mr. Currier chases after him.

The noise further removed the medicine.

"One more bottle, and I can outdo you."

Noise eyes thicken and congested.

The offense resumes.

And

Now, things were different.

"-!"

Mr. Currier is being pushed.

"The longer we fight Currier Verstein, the more unfavourable we can be... fast, we have to make up our minds! Oh, my God!

Noise jumped into his nostalgia during one blink, and a kick before cutting the sky protruding as a pile puncher shot through Mr. Currier's dovetail.

"Gu, hu!

Mr. Currier groans in agony and exhales stomach fluids.

Sooner or later, Mr. Currier tries to regain his position, but Noise won't allow it.

Knock a knife of unstoppable speed on the wrist of the arm where Noise grips Livergate.

A deep wrinkle came over Mr. Currier's nose head.

The hand that was holding the pattern opened.

The Ethereal Sword falls zero from the hand of its owner.

Even though Mr. Currier tries to switch to a fight, the noise has already moved to the next operation.

"If you have all the abilities, you can fill the groove with experience in action! All right? What you call" experience in action "and so on is nothing more than" technology "on the small side! In front of overwhelming, pure power, it doesn't even help shit!

Noise put a sharp hand knife like a razor on Mr. Currier's neck.

"Or, ha -! Gu, ho, ho, gu, hu... Huh!

Currier, who accidentally suppresses his throat.

Pursuit of further noise.

After kicking Mr. Currier's thigh in with his heel, he punches his fist under his nose - was it a human being?

From there it was noise's, one-sided offense.

Falvety violently disturbed.

Are you suppressing the power, the blade was losing its sharpness?

That blade, which stretches, is exactly like a whip that is deformational.

Mr. Currier, who is rarely beaten.

Her body is engulfed in light.

The surgical demon costume is removed.

"Crohiko!"

Mr. Cecily's voice.

Biki... Biki, Biki, and.

My arms, my legs, my body twitches and screams.

Stretch your groaning arms toward Mr. Currier, who separated one murmur wall.

My body is about to fall off my chair.

- Noi, z.

"Ha... ha... ugh, ugh! Currier, your cause of defeat is easy. You were weak. Even in the fight against the Four Homicides, you used a surgical demon costume, didn't you? A second use of surgical demon costumes there, and even fighting golems, composites, and armor knights while continuing to work out the sacred vegetables... If it's in perfect condition, how strong the hell are you talking about..."

Finally, Mr. Currier, with his hands and knees on the ground, kept his wet hair on his cheeks, and this one was also disturbed in his breathing - his fingertips glowing.

Becky!

"What... Huh!?

Noise stepped on Mr. Currier's fingers with momentum.

That... broken finger bone, maybe.

I wasn't sure because of the darkness caused by the weather called rain.

However, a slight anxiety that I wanted to be off seems to have been centered.

Mr. Currier I know usually doesn't look so - blue.

It was intensely coloured and overly anointed by fatigue.

That's what that guy is.

Because where I'm tired, I'm shrewd enough to hide it.

Only Hugh, Hugh, and dry air leak out of my mouth.

Move, move.

Bi-Kick.

Move, man.

Butterflies and the sound of something cutting and bouncing from your body.

- Move, move.

"No, Crohiko."

Sad voice.

Mr. Makina's got my shoulders down.

"The battle against the Four Violent Disasters that appeared in the school, the battle against the other Four Violent Disasters, the continuous use of a curse that is overloaded with high loads... If I let any more impossibilities pass -"

Mr. Makina's voice was trembling.

Emotions, voices out of control.

"Ugh, uh-huh! Beating a weak opponent is the highest… If they are loved ones, they will be impressed."

Noise scratches up his hair and looks down at Mr. Currier satisfactorily.

"So... the process I was planning was a little crazy, but let's finally get to the biggest show of the day"

"Showcase, you say?

"Massacre"

"Abuse, kill?

"We summon a large number of golems generated in the Holy Monument by summoning ceremonies throughout the town, slaughtering the King's people who are still in the evacuation district."

"What? - You!

Mr. Currier steps on the ground and tries to catch the noise.

Noise hurt me. I saw a handknife on Mr. Currier's finger.

"Gu, uhh... Huh!

Furthermore, Noise pressed his face vigorously onto the ground as he eagled Mr. Currier's hair.

Mr. Currier screams as he keeps his cheeks close to the ground.

"I guess your purpose is me!? Why do you do such a pointless thing!? The people of Wangdu have nothing to do with this!

"Because it makes sense."

"No!"

"They die because of you, Currier?

"What... to?

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't even come to the King's Capital"

Mr. Cecily pulled out his sword and cut the 'white-walled murmur' of the noise.

Mr. Makina then releases the surgical ceremony.

"Let me call it myself, what an unsolicited rhetoric...... Huh!

"Currier! There's nothing wrong with you! You don't even have to have ears to listen!

With the two attacks. But we can't get rid of the murmurs.

When I glance back from both of them as I nibble, the noise talks abusively.

"You've got good company, Currier. But the place will soon be gone. It's wonderful that we're close... you have ears to listen to, and degrees. But what do you think? If people who are not close enough to hear the 'rumors' circulated that those massacres were caused by a Saint Tree Cadet named Currier Verstein, where are we headed... the spearhead of hatred?

…………

"If the root cause I no longer have a shadow or form in the king's capital, where will their no-go hatred go? Will they believe that they are sincerely innocent, fulfilling the girl with the name of that ominous' Sixth House '?

"Kisa, ma-"

"Truth can always be 'truth', Currier, which is convenient for one's emotions."

…………

Kemono.

Where are you?

"Can you stand it, too? Oh, but isn't there a problem? I wonder if Currier Verstein, the lonely swordsman, doesn't care about the deaths of people who have nothing to do with her? Well, either way, the massacre will be carried out."

"Should I leave?"

"Hmm?"

"I mean, you want to break my place, don't you? That's what you said about breaking it, isn't it?

"Haha! That's kind of you, Lord 'Silver Maiden'! No, but you're not!

"No?"

"It's your heart that breaks"

…………

I'll do it, I say.

For once, my consciousness.

To turn that noise off.

… No response.

"If this makes you angry with guilt, fine. Well, even if you're more ruthless than you think and less bitter about your guilt consciousness, you'll be deprived of your important place by the dull masses, and you can teach your dear friends that you're a terrible person. No matter how I fall, I win. Escape, None"

Mr. Makina is giving the instructors some instructions.

Mr. Cecily is hitting the murmur wall with a surgical ceremony.

Shanna is touching her left eye band with a gripping appearance.

Students and fellow Lokians, confused.

Mr. Currier kicked up his jaw and noise lifted his hands into the sky.

"" Norn Resort Gadgets "-" Decorations, Sights ""

It's raining.

And something like a giant holographic display appears in the universe.

"So, go ahead, ladies and gentlemen, watch the fun massacre... right now, this footage is just transcribing the sight we're seeing with the eyes of the user demon... oh, you're welcome to join us in the jump? If we can rush out of here and make it, right? Even in time, though it makes no sense without the strength to destroy my army made of reinforced golems and composites. The Knights of the Holy Tree of the King's Capital are in a state of devastation. I'm not the person you can defeat with about a guard. At best, is it enough that court magician Wagnus Renowsphere struggles alone? But a lot of people are still passive."

Noise sees hibigami.

"No way, I won't disturb you, will I?

Hibigami laughs faintly.

"Sensa. But you're a nice, rotten woman to make, too. Mixed, straight, rotten."

"Fucking gami, it's a great honor to hear from you."

A ring of raised noise emitted a strong light.

Huge multiple surgical formulas unfold over the sky.

There would be a lot just around the hillside of the school, with translucent columns of blue and white light rising in a cloudy city...

――――――――

- Kemono's not here.

I can't even bring in the power of chemo.

…………

If only I had a voice.

At least just a curse, if you can use...

Even if I try to move it somehow, my body still doesn't move the way I think it does just screaming mistletoes.

Only pain runs through the body......

Several huge floating displays show the appearance of various golems, large and small, and the visible composite.

Massacre.

Massacre to blame Mr. Currier for not being told and to break his heart.

Noise.

Move your mouth to speak.

- Noi, z...... Huh!

However, the ability to speak remains lost.

The Golem Legion and the Synthesis begin the march.

Take the Holy Tree... to the evacuation district, aim.

A creepy soldier advances down a vibrant boulevard that pierces the Wang capital.

The teachers were already gone.

Mr. Makina released 'Mistrutin' onto the wall.

Shanna's "Limperg" can't "cross" the wall.

"School director! Keep up the chase and stop eating as much as you can! With a stables horse, you should be able to catch up!

"Synthesis in that number of golems...... I don't know if I can make it back to school alive - but yeah, let's just do what we can. But, Cecily."

"Quick, school director!

"Only you stay here, stay beside Crohiko"

"Ahh."

"I can't move. Something I can't leave him behind. If you don't stay, I won't be able to fight in peace."

Noise points to the display.

"So shall we begin? Totally just, meaninglessly pointless, genocidal for me and other than Currier. -... Huh!?

At that time, the noise that looked at the display turned around.

"Ha!?

The gaze of noise that will nail you to the display.

"Huh? Lies, right? Idiot, dude... what, so? 'Cause I'm not coming back for another day, I should--"

Noise takes a step back.

"Why? Why are you here at this time of day?"

For the first time today, the noise solidified.

"- Sogt Sigmsos"