Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari (WN)

The variant runs at a velocity that he says is awake.

"Hey, what? That philoreal."

"It was definitely on the table with the mixed species."

"It's no use doing anything. I wonder how many of them are away from the top group."

voice, but the audience cannot ignore the rear glow.

And the variant started moving forward.

The audience watching from afar takes a breath...... whatever, even though my eyes were used to the speed of the King & Queens of Philosophy that I thought was fast before...... because the speed of the variant Philosophy is too fast and the leading group looks slow.

One step, every time I take another step, the variant approaches the lead population at a terrible rate... showing the remnants.

Or the variant runs away with the blue remnants of the famous fighting game intact.

Eventually, he went after one, one, and completely caught up with the lead group.

Sarabred looks back once and laughs.

I understood it was coming...... I feel a connection as if my rivals are finally catching up.

What is this development?

Race stuff?

"K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K"

"Queer, queer, queer, queer!"

Sarabred also shines his body just like a variant and runs the last-minute.

The goal is almost here.

The audience holds a sweat in their hands wondering if Sarabred will escape or if the mutant will not chase him.

As if consuming all the last stamina, Sarabred releases Feelo's stunt, a spiral strike, and flies towards the goal.

... The variant seemed to change his tail feathers to many tails, gathering magic at high speeds and chanting high quicks.

And then... we split up and we push ourselves out and we move on.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!?

"Yep, yep, yep, yep!?

Yeah. I cautioned those involved in the philoreal race that there might be a problem with this way of running.

But the people involved have said many times that there is no problem.

I cautioned. I don't accept complaints.

I knew I could hear a stunner coming from the audience.

The variant Filorial performs spiral strikes and high quickness while scaffolding and accelerating the last serving of the identical self.

The variant twisted the goal from Sarabred about half a carriage away at an unexpected speed.

Shock waves wind up on the racetrack at the excess speed, causing a tornado.

The philoreals who were retiring it and resting magically sedated it.

"Que... Que..."

"K!

Take a victory pose with Sarabred sitting out of breath.

"Hey, what's this!? Is that good?

"Wait a minute! Sure, the rules of the race and all that filorial bloodline that competed in it did say...... what do you think!?

Discussions wind up within the audience.

I knew you would.

Yes... I think some of the guys know it thinly in shades... but he's a mixed species of philoreal and rough.

Hatched from the philoreal eggs laid by one of the philoreals that Hyo was scolding.

Lato and Taniko, who were interested in what would happen, are the ones I raised on the recommendation of the race officials.

It has the ability to combine the characteristics of this filorial, queen with those of the rough species.

The magic in the air and the notion of breathing weird double streams... It's why Philo was doing it before he taught it, but this power replenishes magic so quickly.

And his legs are quick, and he's good at using magic.

The system is hallucinating and windy like adding raftaria and filo...... what the hell, but it leans toward the support system as a category.

I don't like attacking wind magic, I'm good at being separated and fooling the other person's eyes.

The magic I did this time was his own magic, like creating mass identities and sharing strength with each other...

If it's hard to breathe, you breathe in a change of stature, and if you don't have enough magic, your stature will substitute everything for you...

It would be great if you focused on running.

The effect time was short, but it was still possible to win this drastic race... which is why it exists.

It can be a large rough species form other than the phyllorial form.

but it has the peaky performance of not being able to artificialize and utter human language as a difficulty.

"No, wait, we're being presented with materials in advance. It was originally a race to turn our common sense upside down. Don't complain."

"Is that why it's good?

"You don't have a problem. The use of magic other than assault is permitted. Even a normal Filo Real Race. The Filo Reals put their backup on themselves!

The debate began incandescent within the audience.

In the meantime, race officials will come out and honor the Philosophical and the others.

That's going to be an extremely confusing race.

This is going to be the first time... but the results are going to be controversial.

"Ku, yeah, yeah!

I did it! and a variant is waving its wings at me.

My tail is ruffled.

The belly pattern is actually a rough species, too.

Sleeping on your back feels like that monster who lives there forever.

... Phyllo made fun of it a few times too.

Well, rough breeds all in all look like that when they get bigger.

Skip, I'm waving at the award cup.

"K, yeah, yeah..."

Oh, I closed my eyes.

I hear the excitement has cooled.

When you lose your temper, you close it.

I'm trying to sleep.

"K, Queer......"

Sarabred claps closer to the variant, offering wings in an attempt to shake hands.

I don't know the language, but it sounds like I'm praising it.

So, the moment I came to the sight of the variant.

Pak!

The variant stuck the whole thing on Sarabred's head.

"Queer, queer, queer!"

Hurry up, all the phylloreals around you are trying to pull away the mutant and the salad bread.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

"Hey, what!?

I don't know how to eat it with my mouth...... why are you eating it?

Sarabred is also bulging, but he gradually starts convulsions because he eats too strongly to breathe.

Keep it up, little by little. The mutants lift the salad and the cuttlefish... you're not going in... no, wait, they're demons. Maybe my common sense doesn't apply.

"Que! Que!

"Goshzinsama! Activate the demon print!

Midori and his tri-colored philoreals rushed up to me.

Oh, Yuen Kang isn't here. They're still meeting fans at Phyllo's.

I think he said he was going to make a joint photo album or something.

I hurry to activate the mutant demon print and activate the punishment.

Finally, we succeeded in rescuing Sarabred from the mutant.

"Why are you imitating this..."

Midori and Midori listen to the situation from all the other philoreals as they stroke and suppress the variant who looks at Jitsu Sarabred and peeps into the gap.

"Yes... he made the decision that the loser should listen to what this child ordered to win in this battle."

Answer by pointing to Sarabred, whose eyes Midori is turning.

"Heh... so why did he try to eat him?

"Why is that?

"Ku, yeah."

"Ah, yes. Again, yes...... yes"

Midori snorts after visiting several times.

Philo later told me that the words seemed hard to hear from the mixed deaths.

"Rice because I won! That's why."

"We don't eat together..."

"Goshzinsama, it's suspicious that you might see us as your kind.

Hmm...... it looks philoreal, but is it different on the inside?

You're a total creature.

Sarabred is staring more at the mutant.

I thought he was a rival. He's about to eat me. That would scare you.

"Anyway, don't eat the village or the neighbors."

This is what Imia learned about the cold.

Phyllo was also a landmine he stepped on once, but he is far more of a eater than Phyllo.

"K!

I salute you with all due respect, but it's suspicious.

If it weren't for the villages and the neighbors, I'd definitely eat it.

I think I'm going to poke a hole like that.

What a story you're talking about, Stuffy Firo lands and shows up with many spins from the sky high.

I don't know what that means.

Is that the harm you're doing in the idol business? I thought you were a little cool or something.

"Firo, come on! Hello, mister!

"Sort of..."

The venue is still dominated by temptation.

For once, dividends are starting to be made... but there have been some dissatisfaction results.

At this time, the race was hard for experts and predictions, and it was tens of thousands of tickets.

I was betting on all the philoreals.

Well, I made a lot of money because I bet more on mutants from the cuteness I raised.

"I'm sure they won't be happy with this, so Philo and you guys are finally going to run in the expulsion."

"What about Mo-kun?

"I don't know. Call me if you want. If you say Phyllo runs, he'll fly."

"" "Boo!

Saying something like that, the tri-colored philoreals both call on Mengkang to go, and the Exhibition Race begins.

"Oh, my God! Feelo, can I run?

I hear Philo shrugging his eyes.

"Oh, run full but good. But I was just singing and dancing. Are you tired?

"It's okay! Good luck, Feelo!

"Oh, I'm here for you. And... don't fly. Run on the same soil as all three colors."

"Yeah!"

And, well, the race for the Firo and the others began as soon as possible.

Results? It's up to Filo to win, isn't it?

No twist, no fun.

I ignored even the highest speed of the variant and Firo drove off at high speed.

It's not even funny.

True, you weren't funny or anything.

The claw braves are so varied.

Or the variant was billy in this.

How much difference does it make?

As a result, both Filo and Tri-Color are out of bounds. Oki is here.

Well, the King and Queen Cup was accepted by the guests.

Right. Why don't you ask Fitoria out the next time we serve the Fellows?