Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

What is "Gallarier Demonic Warfare" in the first place?

When it comes to martial arts, you thought there was going to be a showdown.

Until now, hundreds of years ago, there was no doubt in that perception.

... Yes, in those centuries, demonic martial arts have changed dramatically.

Demonic martial arts, in which each genre of witchcraft and martial arts was showing off their moves and studying the moves of other genres, changed direction in the words of one performer.

"I knew our genre was the coolest and most psychotic."

It was a slightly different but lighter way of saying it, and making fun of other genres.

And the other genre performers weren't warm enough to take that word and keep it quiet.

"Oh? What, you little punks are psychos? Don't make me laugh, Barlow."

"I'm sure you haven't changed a lot. Our school is the best."

"Ah? What? You don't mind if we do?

"I'm not going to do it. Shit!

That's how the brawl started with each genre involved, but the brawl can't decide what the strongest genre is.

Because some survive in clever ways of fighting.

Though it is praiseworthy to cultivate the strongest, to try to determine the culmination, few of them ran blind and evil in their titles. Instead, most of them began to use soothing hands.

Let the rice be filled with abdominal pain pills, or let the toilet paper be painted with large quantities of calamari......

Heavy towns in various countries, who saw how easy it was to conduct out-of-the-way activities, worked with each other and succeeded in getting them to fight on the rules over decades.

And it leads to the present demonic act.

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"Well, time flies and it's a tournament to decide the strongest guy in the world... so much noise."

I was reading Bernadette's guidebook in the athletes' room in the arena in Be Io.

Around me there were bastards with inflexible flesh who worked to adjust their respective weapons and flesh.

By the way, speaking of the athlete's office doesn't mean I'm in.

"Hey!

It's Bernadette's escort practicing moulding right in front of me.

"Heh, heh. You're doing great today, Mr. Yashiro! This condition is going to exorcise the old dragon zombies in between!

You can't solo hunt for an ancient dragon that only takes two, me and Haixiang, or a boulder.

Well, that's how perfect it is.

"When I attack from the side, they will probably attack me with their arms or tails, so I jump instantly onto the area where they've attacked me and run over it..."

Oh, I'm totally going to attack this Mr. Bernadette.

"At the place, why don't you join Mr. Yashiro?

"Participation... in this tournament?

"Yes."

After the simulation, Bernadette sat next to me sitting on the bench.

"Mr. Yashiro avoided my attack by calling it a piece of paper. He seems to be talented enough and to be of high physical standard. I felt it when I touched it before, but it also seemed like a kind of 'finished flesh'."

Mm-hmm. It's not finished... I'd like to be flesh that makes my sisters want to lean on me... (For the record, when I told Sylvia the same thing back in the day, she really stopped me)

Is that it?

"I've never let you touch me, have I?

I have one, though. With the chest.

"Gi, gi ku"

What, reactions like not even kids at that time?

"Chi, it's not! Kay, never! I've never had my sleeping Yashiro's stomach touched sexy and stuck! Never!!"

"... so, Sounanda. Yokuwakattayo"

I'm familiar with touching it, but I guess it's because I'm not familiar with being touched... you know, it's starting to embarrass me.

"Gather your players to qualify!

As Bernadette was about to continue with his face bright red, a staff-like person came into the athlete's pantry. After all, they've come to get the players.

"but good luck Bernadette"

"Don't be suddenly approaching me. Ooh!

Waving gently off to Bernadette in tears.

Would it be okay to? I was straining myself.

When I was reluctant to qualify for this, I said, "Leave it to me!" Or confidently, he said with a chest tight... "

I'm still anxious because I don't know Bernadette's strength.

You were thinking about that, because you still didn't like to detect signs, and you delayed noticing the shadows approaching me.

"Hmm?... What can I do for you?

When I noticed, a blonde, a bastard about the same age as me or a little under stood in front of me.

"Aren't you going to get out?

The soprano voice hits my ear, and the guy with the luxurious physique looks down at me sitting on the bench like he was somewhere scratched.

"No, because they're so tense, I thought I'd leave them to them."

There's a reason I don't want to stand out too much.

"... hiding in the shadow of a woman, but you're still a man."

He said that like he was heartbroken, and he obviously looked down on me.

"... ah?

"Ha! Can we just stare?

What, what, what? Why are you suddenly in this air!?

What the hell is this guy doing fighting at me in the first place?

I don't know what that means.

"You want to see my father, don't you? Then I'm not counting on a woman. You're coming."

That's what you say, and he tries to leave the modest room.

Father?...... hmm? This guy,

"Me and my dad, we don't like weak Yarrow, do we?

Fox ears stretched out of blonde hair.... I see, that's why it's a bell.

Bei Io, a port town inhabited by many werewolves.

Its chief, Mr Vaudan, is of course a werewolf.

To that Mr Vordan's child, the College Director wondered why he would give the bell, but... it would be an adopted son or something.

Vaudan's children were of the Fox clan.