Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

"Ahhhhh!!!

The shadow moves against the background of the flame.

A step forward, a step backward, a low leap is like a leopard.

Abdominal eyelids, low gaze. A squeezed fist roars like a carnivorous predator.

An empty torso.

I'm not even ready.

A game of perfect speed.

At that moment, Eyron's palm, which was open like an eagle's nail, decided not to cut through Mion's abdomen.

"Opening (fanfare)"

Hyu, Mion's arm shakes in the sky.

The trick was to scrape out the slender right arm, but just before the Iroon's fist landed on the mion.

The right arm literally cut through the sky, and one step behind, the eye rune's arm approached like a snake fang eating people away.

But at that moment, Iroon opened his eyes.

Behind you if you notice. Above left and right.

A creepy feeling surrounded by something.

Huh

"Death."

Staggered eyes. Eyroon smiles with joy at the glaring eyes of the "Commander".

Her right hand, which seemed offensive - her fingertips moved slightly.

- Moments.

"Ahhhhh!!!

In the air, he rotated his stretched body like a spiral bullet, forcing his arms and feet to play "something".

Although the landing took the form of a slap on the body like a price, it jumped using recoil to say that it was nothing.

"---throwing knife... doesn't look like a good idea."

Roar. Mion doesn't lose his frustrating expression when it comes to the tongue-tongued eye rune.

"The air is the moment when humans become most defenseless... even if they're crazy."

"Fufufufufu... that's good. It's completely different from me... the battle of" tricks ". Please, Professor."

"No. Die without knowing why."

Move one tongue and five fingers slightly.

The blade sparkles when illuminated by the red flame.

"Ahhhhhh...!

Slippery, lowered hands, but wild nature.

Mion clouds his expression to sensorially sense enemy movement.

It seems to me that Mion is already manipulating something.

The boulder is [Eight Flashes Under Heaven]. And the woman who played the big stand against Richter.

I admire it from the bottom of my heart, but I don't say anything.

It can be troublesome to keep you up, but more than that.

It's not her style to talk nonchalantly during a "kill."

It's no joke to die without knowing why. It was simply a story that had been done before.

― ―

The eye of the eye of the eye was opened.

He turned around and played "something" with his back fist.

There was a blunt clash of iron and iron, and the "something" flew backwards.

Mion whispers one tongue.

I see, the eye rune that I understood turned to Mion as it was.

"You just said a knife enclosed with thread or something. What's yours?"

Well, I don't know.

"It doesn't make any sense!

If the seed breaks, keep it in mind.

Eyroon approached Mion again with pleasure.

"I wonder what you're going to look like!

An eye-runner who grips his fist with a crazy laugh, a mion that doesn't break his cool gaze.

A thin eye rune. The faster it goes, the more it shines.

Among them, the speed of movement, which only specializes in fleshbullet warfare, will be as agile as the beast that will be at the top of them.

If so, you can instantly discern the future of beating Mion before he reacts with his body, and immediately judge the interception.

One step at a time and two steps at a time. Three steps to reach the mion.

Simultaneous.

When I slightly stroked my middle finger, the blade approached the neck of Iroon.

"Ahhhhh!!

Eyroon waved his hand at the ambush from behind.

"If the seeds break..."

I don't know what to say.

An eyeloon who flew her stuff with so much power that she couldn't come back in an instant.

Mion's expression looked stunned and his torso was full of gaps in front of him.

I thought I got it. It was an eye-run.

Surprised, with an unconscious expression. Eyroone noticed the discomfort as if her body was not shaking.

Normally.

I couldn't make my own plan. It's a life-threatening situation. His goods were shattered.

If such an out-of-country situation occurs, you will be forced to flee and rely on some kind of accident, and you will take a slightly profitable action with the reflection of your own experience.

That would force you to twist your body, for example.

You'll fall to the ground.

Conversely, it will hit you from the front.

The pattern varies depending on the samurai, and the foam should shake in any case.

How about that? The woman in front of me.

I didn't scratch anything.

Somehow.

I stopped fighting. - No. Where she hasn't been hit yet, this murderous woman? Impossible.

There is no reaction. --Not impossible, but thin. You've been exposed to these frontal attacks over and over, rather than dealing with such tricky artifacts.

then.

The face itself is a false one.

Eyroon instantly summed up his thoughts and set his aim on Mion's abdomen without swinging his fist.

In the first place, this thought itself ran towards Mion's abdomen at that moment.

That moment when I put a blow in.

Eyroon opens his mind to discover the identity of Mion's falsehood.

- And then I noticed.

In just a few moments.

Mion's right hand moved slightly again.

Is that how you blown it up? Is that how it came back?

Less than one second to kill yourself and sharpen and clarify your senses.

Hyun, there was a sound of the wind.

It was only for a moment that I thought maybe I had already pulled back.

Hyun, there was a sound of the wind.

Hyun, there was a sound of the wind.

Hyun, there was a sound of the wind.

"─!!

The eye-opening Iroon quickly gave up his attack on the mion and flew off the scene.

Four blades landed where she was.

"Chi."

The opposite woman slapped her tongue.

"Am I not the only one who can be crushed and beaten?"

"Dear Hate, Yoneze is a little more emotional."

"It was Temee who shook his ass and shook it."

Fufufufu, I can already see it in my eyes, smiling happily.

Her right hand. Starting with all of its fingertips, five knives dance in the sky.

Mion's specialty is the five swords.

"It's a trick I don't see much of....."

For just a moment, close your eyes to remember.

"It is impossible to manipulate that blade freely with just one finger. Then... ahh."

In many battlefields, she has been confused with many fierce enemies other than "gladiators", so I can recall the many strong enemies that have fought.

"Magic Yarn (Ariadne)... A yarn that conveys the energy of the magic elements in your body to your will"

Eyeloon gazes at mions with his unusual eyes.

But it was terribly uncomfortable for Mion.

It is unusual, but it is viewed as it is.

I think I've done it a few times already, that eye.

"I've already heard that there's a group of killers who specialize in that. Orchestra. You... are you related there?

"I often talk nonchalantly.... I'm not going to tell you who I am... but I'm sure the orchestra is hidden. You know very well."

"Fufufu, a kind gentleman told me. If I die, I don't care anymore."

"............ Score. Oh, is he dead?"

Apparently, I had an idea.

The atmosphere of the mion is terribly light when it comes to killing my family.

I have no intention of complaining about the concept of life and death. For Ayroon, only one shuddering hand was left undeveloped.

I use what I can use. That's all I'm saying.

And that's the same thing for Mion.

"So, you think you can win because the seeds broke?

"Oh, what an interesting thing to say."

An eye-run that shakes its neck loosely and grips its fist.

"Suppose there was only one meaningful thing in Colosseum, where I was. I had to keep fighting with everything in my hand broken. ― ― There are more exposed battles with hands than killers.

I see.

That's all, Mion throws two of the blades that were floating in the sky with an eye-rune.

Eyroon narrowed his eyes to think, avoiding it with a light step.

― ― It is true that one person killed the user of the magic yarn (Ariadne).

However, the woman in front of me manipulates it simultaneously, so to speak, one day it's superior compatibility.

The magic yarn (Ariadne) was said to use nerves just as it used to manipulate one arm.

"Kh...!

With the blades flying one after the other, the eye runs through the gap between enemies.

Mion's attack will not stop. The mercilessness of manipulating and attacking the five blades as if they were reopened, it can be seen that from "kill without knowing why," I switched to "kill even if I reveal it in my hand."

Perform 5 magic yarns (Ariadne) simultaneously.

The stunt approximates the feeling of manipulating nine arms and legs simultaneously, including one's own limbs. The talent to perform roughly impossible movements on the human body would be awesome.

I don't know why I work as a butler under Richter, but Eyroon laughs at the pleasant woman inside.

"I see, I see. Was it General Mion?"

……

A three-dimensional method of killing that uses the skill of "Commander" for his blade.

I think it's a well-thought out thing, but Eyroon looks cold.

Orchestra.

I hear that the group of assassins is employed and active in conflict zones like some sort of mercenary.

The man who died also told me that he had been trained since childhood to familiarize himself with the power and body of the magic thread (Ariadne), which erodes the magic elements in his body.

The magic yarn (Ariadne) cannot be manipulated by such a person. I have no idea how painful it was for her to manipulate the five threads.

I didn't know that.

It seems that the woman who was in such a killing is now immersed in warm water.

"Well,"

Fu, and exhaling eye rune.

Mion looks at the slightest change.

"It's true that it was a pleasant time. It's about time I got tired of solving the mystery. --Shall we begin?

Get started.

The words were not without surprise.

Eyroon hoisted the corner of his mouth to the poised mion.

"I'll tell you one thing for showing you some interesting tricks."

As you drive through the earth, it's a light jump.

And then, for the first time, "move."

Solo (Air Aria)

"Nh!!"

Mion's resistance to react and run the magic thread (Ariadne) to kill the knife, but the rotation of his feet wipes out everything but dances.

"This is the conclusion I've seen a lot of samurai, but the category of samurai who can only kill their opponents is weaker than the category of gladiators who can't kill."

"What?"

I heard a word and I didn't know what it meant.

The mion's expression is strong because it tells with the reward of an incredible kick.

"I'm definitely lacking the skill to cook against them. That's what I'm saying."

One, two, three, four.

Her kick spins around her hand like a solitary kick.

The footsteps that dominate the universe, just like the moves in the solo (Air Aria).

I'm not telling you to pull all of them out.

Killers who spend the most time preparing before locking them up are the killers.

I am not aware that I am a prey to be hunted either.

After all, Shura is the strongest. Yes, the eye rune defines it.

I can't compete with the released Solo (Air Aria).

This is the clear "rating" difference.

So...

Deep down, it strikes Mion's abdomen.

Her last blow, which captured everything by The Concerto (Air Aria), blew Mion off momentum.

Eyroon exhaled in a horrible way as he looked at the mion dancing in the sky.

"--after all, it's a trick."

At the same time, Ayroon grabbed the blade from behind with his nails, gripped it and threw it away.

Oh, my God. The fact that Mion fought with four blades and was blown away, while placing the remaining one behind the eye rune.

And now all the mions activated just before they were blown away - Ayroon knew it.

Now it's time for Eyroon to gaze at the mion's angrily distorted expression and murmur as he crashes into the ground.

"It was fun... but I wanted to fight a little more if I wanted to. Didn't you do a little more before you played butler?

"... shut up"

He kicked me in the abdomen, and with the shock of falling from my back, I couldn't breathe.

Do you bite your teeth because you now realize that your arms are decaying and dull?

Eyroon walked in front of her gazing and opened her right hand like a raptor's claw.

That was the last blow I'd say was the moment I was approaching Mion.

"That's it!!

The man who showed up with the gendarmerie.

"Ri, Richter...."

"You're being reckless again...."

Richter, with a bitter face, turned his gaze from Mion to Iron and told him.

"You... won't be able to leave the arena?

"Well then... until you fight outside the arena?

"Why is it so tempting... just think about it for a second..."

"This is the result of my thinking. Aren't you the one who's a little out of your mind?

What?

She stares straight at Richter.

Richter stood up for words he couldn't understand for a moment.

I see, after all, this woman.

─ If you stand back as an "enemy" again, I'll welcome you too.

"― ― Let's go to the second battle of indigestion.

In front of a mad mermaid smiling happily.

"I'm sick of smoking because of you....."

The nobleman pulled Gladius out as if he had given up.

I have men to protect.

If there's a killer who can't help it.

There is no reason not to fight.