Slime Tensei. Daikenja ga Youjo Elf ni Dakishimeraretemasu

Shimazu introduced Orpheus to the prestige of yin and yang art, and decided to disciple for a week, like Nicolas.

One of the best yin and yang masters of the day, named Seimei, is with his opponent, and Orpheus is also in the mood.

Seimei and Orpheus had recognized each other's strength. The significance of technical exchanges is stronger than apprenticeship.

Put that Orpheus down, we were out of Kyou.

Because Shimazu asked me to look at the archery.

Watching Shimazu/waving/playing shapes/all the way through the woods in an open place.

"What do you say, Father?

"Piuy (cluttered)"

Share your thoughts honestly.

Shimazu had turned the battlefield over the past few years with little to no return to the mansion. Its achievements also make it an extremely practical and faster and more powerful sword than the former Shimazu.

Still... there's turbidity in the sword.

I'm just buzzing, but it looks like Shimazu got his intentions. She makes her expression rude and sifts the knife again.

It got worse.

"Father, you don't have to tell me. No, not this one."

"Pippy (I haven't done an archery in a long time)"

There are several evolutions and forces gained at the end of the workout in the tunnel. If I were you right now, I could give Shimazu an archery, just like Sura did.

[Storage] Get the iron out of the body while changing its shape.

It was in the form of armor. Changes in shape while merging with fake slugs to increase volume as they enter the armor.

Replace the stunning slime body in the armor with a pseudo muscle. Move the pseudo muscles and move the armor.

All right, I can go.

It's far from being a lifetime move, but it can reproduce people's movements.

If you say this...

"Puppy Puppy (Man-made Mode)"

Either way, I intend to completely turn into a person, but I can also disguise a human wearing armor in this situation.... If they see what's inside, they'll make a fuss.

Nevertheless, I can tell you that being human has come quite close to my purpose.

Take out the sword and grip it.

The sword is not a demon sword or anything. It's a mass production that was equipped by the Seven Sins Church, which was infiltrating under the pretence of the Knights.

I invite you to call Shimazu.

"Father, you can beat me with anything you want."

"Phew Phew Phew (Speak with a sword, not a word)"

The air becomes swordswallowing.

Shimazu is angry. Regardless of who I am in full season, it looks like someone like this has provoked me and hurt my pride as a swordsman in Shimazu.

It's a rough cure, but the only way to make Shimazu aware of his weakness is by hand.

Now, how far can you go with this body?

... Clearly, it's a pretty bad fight, but for Shimazu. Let's try to get to the limit.

"Right. If you have something to say, I'll let you speak with my sword. Father, I'm sorry, but let me be serious."

Shimazu set up. Drop your hips and put your hands on the knife pattern. That's what I taught you.

Opposite Shimazu. There is no such thing as a signal of battle.

If we find a gap, we're ready for an immediate meeting.

The man-made mode is, in fact, the same.

It's a pseudomuscular, let's do the same movement as the human body.

But it's far from human.

In this form, you have to move your body consciously.

Human beings should not be more aware of fine movements when walking or waving their swords.

But when I recreate pseudomuscular with a slimebody, when I do the act of walking, I recognize all the running joints and move them sequentially at the ideal time, thereby balancing them so that they don't swing to a changing center of gravity.

It's extremely heavy work to do it manually, even if it's just walking.

Above all, I can't rely on reflection.

Swordsmen move faster in reflexes than in thought.

It's too late to watch your opponent attack and think and move.

But this self can't even walk without consciousness, but it can't even reflect.

To be clear, Shimazu, on the contrary, would even have a hard time dealing with swordsmen around it.

But still.

I can beat Shimazu right now.

I have countless experiences. And I know Shimazu's weakness.

"Call me. I'll tell you how good Shimazu is."

Dare I provoke with a voice that I gained and practiced in [Language II] rather than the sound of a slime. It's still strange to intonate and pronounce, but it's starting to look a lot like it.

Shimazu's fox-tailed hair stands upside down in anger and exudes a tremendous sword temper.

I'm angry. Hurt my pride as a swordsman.

"Ok... if you slime, you won't have a problem breaking both."

"If you can."

Nicola's Spiritual Knife will tear apart the concept of being, and I'm sorry if it's a slime, but the only thing Shimazu has is a sharp knife. There's nothing wrong with being jumped in the neck.

"I'm coming."

Shimazu has stepped into words and moments.

Disappears from sight in an instant. Shimazu is seriously going to end up with a blow. I guess I disappeared from my sight because I got into a blind spot that existed because of my helmet.

If you can't see it, you have to see it as something else, but the feeling of slime is dull.

All I can count on is countless combat experiences, and predictions because I know all about Shimazu.

Sift your sword without relying on your eyes, ears, nose, skin, or tongue.

Originally, I can only wave my sword in a manual, not a reflex, and all my actions are delayed by one hand.

In order to fill that hand, there is no other way to make the first move faster with predictions.

That's also extremely timing is cynical. If you start too late, you can't intercept, and if you start too early, you can change your behavior to Shimazu who saw it.

I was reading how Shimazu steps into the blind spot before the battle began.

So a few moments after she steps in, Shimazu is releasing a poke at a time when she can't change her behavior.... toward the right.

Shimazu, who was stuffing a distance from the side, is circling his eyes.

Shimazu disappeared into the blind spot and made it look cut in the shortest possible time, rapidly shifting direction without making any further footsteps, releasing a special blow from the side blind spot.

Feint to ensure clasp

... without knowing that the action is being read.

Shimazu twists his neck in an attempt to poke him with his superhuman reflex nerve and crisis-sensing abilities.

Due to that behavior, Shimazu's landing point shifted to the right.

The moment she stepped in, Shimazu's attitude collapsed. There is a slime body hidden in the fallen leaves. A lined user would slip instantly, but Shimazu rebuilds in a comma few seconds with an exceptional body balance.

But......

"It's me."

A comma few seconds took away time to dodge.

An incarcerated blade cleaves the skin off Shimazu's neck and red blood flows.

Shimazu got a buttcake on the spot.

Physical damage is a piece of thin skin, but there is a lot of mental damage.

Wait for her to settle down.

I [stored] my armor and sword and went back to my usual Sura.

Piuhu, I knew people's shapes were tiring. This look is the easiest.

"... this is so sloppy. I can't believe you were setting a trap."

Shimazu says flatteringly with a smudge.

"But is it sloppy?

Shimazu gets stuck in words.

I keep looking at her and saying the words.

"I once had it. Shimazu is a shimmer, a carpet, a carpet. Only in the near future."

During his death as Marin Enright. I told Shimazu about it.

That hasn't changed in today's audition either.

"I don't have a jib, so I'm going to kick it. I wish I had."

If you're fighting now, me and Shimazu in people-shaped mode, then Shimazu is obviously stronger.

Then you could have stuffed me in the second or third hand if you had cut it from the front.

Yet Shimazu did a futile thing of purposefully turning from side to side in fear that I would do something.

Plus, I read about that weakness.

"The more I mock, the more I mock, the more I mock"

I made another fatal mistake.

They couldn't spot my trap.

Weakened, he failed to pay attention, even though he had done small work, at that point convinced himself of the win.

If you're so vigilant as to work small, don't let yourself get distracted until the end. That way, I noticed the slime body at my feet.

"And it was laid to pieces, and your carpets were cursed. I grabbed it. Mijuku. Shimazu, you're welcome. Even the carpet, not the grub of wanting to shine, but the temple."

Shimazu nodded.

The more painfully she understands what I'm saying.

I regret it because I can understand it.

I had the power to twist it down from the front. There was an observation eye that could see through the trap being set. I had reflex nerves and maneuvers to rebuild even if I was trapped.

Yet all of it has not been able to manifest itself with a weakness of heart.

That's Shimazu's weakness.

"Well, Father's right. No matter how much you work out, no matter how many real-life fights you repeat... now you can't beat a real strong enemy like your father or a ghost... how can I not change? I was going to get stronger. We fought the worst. My father didn't have the courage to go from the front because he thought there was something there. So it's too hard to panic and be rigid at the end of the day."

Okay, now we're done preaching.

"Psst!"

Jump into the depressed shemale's chest.

Shimazu rounds his eyes and then hugs me all the time.

Shimazu has long been hard and angry makes him snap. Even now, my mundane fox tail is shrinking because of the tension.

I had trouble dealing with what to do when it was Marin Enright, but this is what Sla's can do now.

If you hug the cute slime all the time, you'll be fine.

Slurring.

"... Hey, Father. If you sift a sword, you can acquire both body and skill. But how can I build my heart?

"Pippy (there's no way to do that)"

It's cold, but I'll throw it away.

Strength of mind is not something that people teach and acquire.

Each person has his or her own way of building his or her mind. Sometimes weird preconceptions inhibit growth in reverse.

"As always, your father is tough. But... it turns out I'm weak. That's enough for now. Father, look at the shape again."

"Pi! (Fine)"

Once again, Shimazu shows off his shape.

That was just a little bit better than earlier.

Shimazu has the strength of his heart.

I'm just pulling into the back. I know the strength of Shimazu's heart.

"Hey, Father. Could you put the archery on again, please?

"Pfft. (No)"

The seeds are scattered.

If I do it again, I'm set to be blamed and screwed straight from the front.

It doesn't add anything to Shimazu.

... Nothing. I'm not saying no because I don't like losing to Shimazu.

"Father's mess. But thanks. I don't think it's been a long time since I've moved on."

And so, until the sun went down, I was staring at the archery of the sword of Shemaz.

Shimazu holds me and I go back to the city.

Though I'm usually a shimazu who treats me abusively or cares too much and doesn't like slime, I'm gentle, soft, and I accidentally fell asleep in the arms of a shimazu.

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