The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

A body that floats in the air when the lid is opened.

Looking around, everyone was staring at me.

"Lord Grey... what is it?

Lucia asks such a natural question as she wipes the tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You've decided that."

"Even if they say so..."

I look around, even as I frown at the aquids that crack my cheeks and respond.

Something that is puffing your mouth, something that is face-to-face and pompous, something that you look at seriously in a flash. This perception is false.

When I look down, it's still what I normally am. Yeah? Isn't that a little too young for you? It belongs to a teenager because of the tension on his skin.

(Hey, no!

Hi. I just woke up and my head doesn't work well. Or spectacularly confused.

You should check first. My name is Gray, and I'm supposed to be 13 years old flesh. But I'm seventeen or eight years old because of the development of this skeleton. Besides, I clearly remember why I had this right hand mole.

I mean, this is...

"The flesh of Sagami White."

Eighty-nine, it would be the effect of [relief].

I remember it being gray, and I remember it when it was a sagami white area. It's like overlapping the memories of two people without contradiction, with a unique disgust.

But that's a quick story.

"Is he the one being exterminated?

I set my gaze on the brunette, who is still grabbing the blue-haired girl's neck lightly with her right hand up in the air, and ask the calmest looking Klama.

"Ha! They think that's the leader who was forming that space"

Close the half mouth that was open and Klama responds correctly to his posture.

"Jude, you guys stay back."

"Lord Grey Ha!?"

When you gently slap Lucia's head with your hands a few times,

I'll be back when I'm done.

When he smiles and declares strongly, Jude nods loudly and resumes the metastasis that seemed to have been interrupted.

Then it's time to get rid of the featherworms.

A huge spherical transparent space is developed from me covering the entire silke in concentric circles. Apparently, my powers are usable. I think that if you try, you can also use an unintelligible force of magic, beyond overlapping consciousness as a gray.

"Well, let's get started"

When you store the space between you and the blue-haired girl, the vision shifts in an instant and the brunette woman appears in front of you.

"Nha!?"

I hold the right wrist of a brunette who gives her a voice like an elevated voice short in her mouth.

And

"I'll have it back."

Free up the space I had just stored toward the right wrist of the guy I held.

Momentarily an enormous volume of atmosphere arises from the right wrist, blowing the flesh of a brunette woman.

"Whoa, whoa!!"

The brunette blows up in a loud voice, crashing into the ground and sounding loud.

The right wrist grabbing the blue-haired girl's neck turned to sarcasm and dust, and the girl began to fall, so she held her up.

"Lord... is that it?

"Hmm, from the circumstances, you're Silfi, right?

Silfi guy, you shrunk a lot in a little while. Well, I don't care what you look like.

"It's not nice."

Pass Silfi to Judo, who nods remorsefully.

"I asked for it."

"Admiral, explain later."

"Oh, let's do good"

This is a reminder, but more than that fucking clown is involved, like this mission modoki, this memory now will disappear after this battle clean and refreshing.

"Good luck!

Judd's words. The transfer is completed at the end, and their appearance disappears.

My body starts falling because of the loss of Hatch's ability.

Store space up to a few meters in front of the fallen ghost. The scenery changed again, a brunette sprinkling blood from her right wrist in front of her and still staring at me.

"Inferior creature (food), what have you done now?

Idiot or this guy, there's no way I'm going to be courteous enough to teach my opponent in battle right now.

"Give it up. You can't run anymore."

It's nothing. It's not a strength, it's a vanity. It's just telling the truth. It's not Gray who's relative, it's me - I've already decided where this pathetic ghost is going.

"Running away!? I said run away!!"

A number of blue muscles are stretched out on a beautiful face, shouting similar to a growl. On that occasion, the brunette's flesh bubbled and bubbled.

The amputated right hand regenerates and, along with other limbs and torso, grows thick and long, transforming the face from that of a luxurious woman to that of a stern man.

Even the outfit is newly created, neglected, and quickly changed from a red-haired young man in a hunting suit. Two horns stretched from his forehead, sharp canine teeth and nails. That must be what he is.

When he pulls the beautiful knife out of his hips, he swings it out the day after tomorrow.

The fortress on his right, Silke's largest central authority, slides diagonally with Zuluri.

The top half of a collapsed building falling to the ground.

"What do you say?

As proud as you have won, the ghost who asks.

"I don't care what they say..."

It takes a lot of material and effort to build that building. I want you to stop destroying me in the mood because it's annoying.

"Kill the electric light with a single blow! You wouldn't have seen it, would you? I get it. I get it. Your fear is desperate!!"

What is it? This grubby fish-smelling eye-catcher... this isn't even going to be a fight.

"Yes, yes, I'll deal with them, just call me."

The alcoholic boy, provoking with his right wrist prayed, had often, harshly hoisted his gaze, but had turned, grinning and kicked off the ground, instantly packing his distance until the time when a weapon called a sword arrived.

Surely there seems to be enough power to treat you.

"Ho."

With my words of admiration, I avoid shifting my center of gravity of the knife that is swung down against my right shoulder, while at the same time removing the dagger from the item box and protruding it towards his abdomen -

Gagi!

Along with the crushing sound of metal, the dagger smashed into pieces in an instant.

How brittle a weapon. I can't even talk about this.

"Bad creature, do you understand how much your head is? I won't be able to scratch a scratch with that iron chip!

"Sounds like it."

If not, you can make it. That's possible if I'm incapacitated.

Remove iron and steel from the item box into the spare sword and store it in the [permanent workshop].

Performance is as robust as possible. That's all. You don't have to cut anything. I don't need a weapon or anything that can cut well into victories.

"30 seconds."

The following sentence appears in front of the eye. Sounds like you can make it pretty quick.

"Then cry out!

The drunken boy keeps attacking once and for all with his knife on his arms.

Twist and leap the curve of the knife that paints his complex trajectory, but not more than once.

"No kidding!

Fortunately, his swordsmanship is naive, and he's cut all the sky with one thin skin.

Cheyne!

A chime with good ear damage that resonates in the cranium.

Looks like it's done.

I take the flashy sword out of the [permanent workshop] and apply the analysis.

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○ [Too tough sword]: It is a sword specializing only in endurance and strength, and none of the cutting forces may be called.

○ Rank: B

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Just like that, but isn't it good? The point is a sword for slaughter. Just right for slaughtering this fool.

"It doesn't matter how much you give them!!"

The drunken boy swings his sword out of his hand, so he easily took it by [too tough a sword].

"What?"

Horizontal giggle through the stomach of a man who speaks out wildly.

Mississippi and [too tough a sword] penetrate his flank and blow it up with its body in a lettering, colliding with the building behind it and causing it to collapse.

"Uh, shit. You should have thought about it a little more and shaken it up."

He leaps to the point where he disappears, tapping his sword with a ton on his shoulder.

"Ooh..."

He crawls to the ground, distorts his face in pain, and vomits to the ground.

You vomit ghosts, too. With such a relaxing sentiment,

"Reflex nerves, muscle strength, endurance, technology, it's all immature. I'm sorry, but if it's your age, it's a mess in this world."

Speak up, strike him in the jaw with your sword.

The drunken child's flesh lifts several meters over the sky and immediately begins to fall according to gravity.

Swing your sword through the falling guy's face as if it were a baseball bat.

When it comes to slashing, a blow that lacks cutting power hits his chest clean.

His body blew wide with the roar, crashing into the wall across the street, and the earthen smoke rose.

"You!!!"

Running his eyes bright red, barking in anger, the drunken boy wakes up from the penetrating wall, jumping in a straight line like a bullet to me.

I go in between swords in my right hand, jump my neck and take a knife that will rip the atmosphere open, with a [too tough sword] in my right hand, and slap my left fist into his face.

His nose fell and he finally stopped as he bounced over and over the ground.

"You are too crude in every way. Acting without thought is impossible to kill me"

"Kill... Kill! Kill it! Kill it!!"

"Don't say that word before it comes true."

Turning his sword tip to him, he humiliated Bikun and himself, and then rose his whole body to humiliation.

"No more games!

To Xu (Momouro), the alcoholic boy points his left index finger at me. An electric shock runs on the spine, the color disappears from the moment, the sound disappears, and begins to carve slowly (kanji) moments.

Sand particles dancing to the atmosphere, a world where you can see up to every grain. This isn't even an enemy attack as big as my incompetence, it's just my physique.

In other words, since I set foot in that hellhole at a young age, my motor vision has improved dramatically only when I realized the crisis.

(Is this his incompetence...)

The light emanating from my left fingertip slowly moves towards my Cricket Valley (temple).

This significant improvement in motor vision is greater in proportion to the strength of the flesh, such as agility. It's like I've got a mosquito stuck in me right now.

Even from the fact that my senses are in this world of throw, I have no doubt that this red ray is of an intensity that can scratch me. Besides that confidence of his. I was somewhat intrigued by this alienation.

Most of all, I am not foolish enough to devote my flesh to verification.

Let's ask him to help himself.

Store his right arm in each of his swords [permanent workshop] and attempt to create a new sword with that sword and [too tough sword] in the ingredients.

At the same time, release the thief's right arm and shine a red light.

When the red light hits his right arm, most of it is decided and moves instantly to his left hand.

I see, two-point instantaneous travel. Is that what his wife is capable of?

But if you need the futile condition of illumination of light, etc., you can't use it at all in combat.

Waste. If you don't even do it the wrong way, it would be a fairly useful alien......

"Guuuuuuuuu!!"

Keep your right arm down,

"Oh, you, what the hell, how?

"Oh, you mean my psychic powers?

Next, put his left arm away from his shoulder and place it on his left hand when released.

"Gu Gui no!"

In the fierce pain of the Seven Falls, the face of the guy who sees me was filled with intense fear for an unknown thing called me.

"Have you finally understood?

"Ugh..."

trembling, but backsteps and tries to distance himself from me,

"Hey."

The flesh was in front of me that stowed up space to him.

"No!

In front of a drunken swallowing boy screaming and buttcaking, the pleasant sound of Cheyne rings. Apparently, my exclusive weapon is complete.

The sword drawn from the workshop was in the form of a knife, whose full body was transparent and red-stained, and whose geometric letters were always silly.

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○ [Demon Knife Muramasa]: Demon Knife willing to express the special abilities of the holder's HP and MP for food. Absorbs and grows the souls of others.

○ Rank: S

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A growing weapon. I guess his weapon was originally quite a knife.

"I'm sorry, I can't leave a cannibal ghost like you alone in the wild."

When I set up [Demon Knife Muramasa] on the upper stage, the running of bright red light began to converge on me like blood.

"Uhhhh!!"

Behind the guy who turns his back on me and runs away at a glance I waved down [Demon Knife Muramasa].

A roar similar to a lightning strike blows up every sound that was on the ground and profoundly pierces its reddish earth.

The light extinguishes every building that has become rubble, a drunken boy, without a trace.

"Is it finally over? Oh, boy."

It's time for the end. In a rapidly fading consciousness, a brunette girl smiling in front of me enters her sight.

"Thanks"

The girl let that look disappear like smoke when she bowed her head deep to me.

Have a good trip.

Along with my last hands-on words to her and that young man, I also make that consciousness dive into the deep world again.