The Branded Female Fencer

A rotation is applied to Vargo's protruding fist. How to convert a hip twist from the spot to a rotation from the shoulder and take a special blow without a runaway. Vargo's blow is a blow that, if there is a shield, will determine it, and if it is taken by bare hands, it is unleashed with all the momentum of screwing off its arms. It was a blow that was meant to wreak havoc by involving the other's hand in the rotation, even as it tried to derail that orbit.

Vargo let go of his special thoughts, and thought that his servant Gora would look out for him, but when he saw what Gora would do next, Vargo looked out for him. Immediately after that, Vargo's body flourished in the universe, and he was rolling around the garden more and more, destroying one of the beautiful columns, elephant in white, and stopping.

Everyone here knew what had happened, of course, but even a usually light cellio on that too high technology sighed with admiration. The only one, Dryan, could not give up a sneak laugh.

"... awesome"

"Oh my..."

"Vargo, that pillar is payback, isn't it?

With Dryan's ill-willed voice, Vargo has risen as a lump. That just doesn't seem to have sustained any major injuries, but the pride seemed to hurt me wanting to.

"... damn. It's not as good as it used to be, either."

"Not really. Wow. The last blow didn't have any spare motion, and it cooled the liver down somewhat. Then some of the experience of the eagle fired about that blow. That's all."

"Shit, yeah."

Vargo threw up, but Gora's return earlier was brilliant. Instead of defying Vargo's fist, he drew in further homogeneous rotation, similarly just using his shoulders in the same direction to convey the rotation of his body generated from his knee. The attack almost used the power of Vargo, and Gora herself ended up not moving a single step.

Then it was Roch who stood in front of Gora. He was already in a combat position and stood lightly as he moved his feet into small pieces.

"Long time no see, Lord Gora. Let's ask for someone else."

"I don't care if it's one hand or a hundred."

"Then with a thousand hands, come!

Put that word on the signal, Roch disappears. Shortly after, I wondered if the sand around Gola had been kicked up, and there was a look of Roch approaching Gola with remnants. If a hand were to roll out of the remnants as well, exactly a thousand hands. It is a glamorous example of Roch of Divine Speed.

But within that thousand, when the first hand arrived, Roch was just as unbalanced and rolling to the ground as Vargo. Now it was too fast for Nia's eyes, but one thing I could tell was that Gora wasn't moving at all.

What happened was completely incomprehensible to Nia. But it was the same with Roch. Roch is sitting on the spot being taken aback.

"Roch has gotten faster. I'm less aware of the first blow."

"Lord Gora, what have you done now?

"Nothing. Strongly, a bumpy attack just hit the ground through the body of the eagle. Therefore, there is no damage to the eagle.

You lost your posture because you weren't handy. I caught my leg. "

Gora laughing lightly and Roch looking back at her flashly. Roch regains his willingness to shake his head and fight.

"Then, stupid. So you're saying you can't strike any blows? And I've never seen technology like that before."

"Not necessarily. Well, I don't even teach tactics. Besides, I didn't need to use it until now, so I've reached the point where you have to use it. Well, I'd be happy to."

"Then should I use my nails?

As Gora laughed invincibly, Lünca advanced ahead of him, besides Roch. Lyunka had reinforced those harsh eyes and stared at Gola with the same eyes she saw even with her vengeance.

Gora was the opposite of it, looking at Lyunka with a gentle eye, as if she were a favorite.

"Lunka, you've got good eyes now. The beast man may do so. He's a killer."

"Because that's what I taught you. And to my enemies. Do you mind if I take it seriously?

"Fine, if you can."

Gora stands in nature, as always, on Lünca with her nails out when she is told. And I wondered if the rapprochement had lasted for a while, and Lunca ruled his nails with a grace. The look was sweaty, not because of Nia's chi.

"Let's not do it again. Apparently, it just ends with a broken nail."

"I just figured it out before it took me a while, but I made progress. Apparently, they're all growing well. So, are the rest of you coming?

Gora sees Bahia, Cherio, Kapur and Ron. And Bahia stepped out and said, "Professor," while Cherio was turning his back. Speak to Cherio as Ron leaves.

"Cerio, are you okay? I don't think this is a great opportunity, though?

"A joke. It's too serious, we're going to kill each other. It dissipates somewhere else."

When Ron saw his face in Cherio's words, Cherio's face was red with joy and willingness to fight. Seeing that look, Ron gladly dropped him off.

"Heh heh, even if he is calm, he is also a young beast general. I can't seem to restrain my willingness to fight."

"How about that, Ron?"

Kapur laughs hoo-ha-hoo by his side. Ron returned it with a deep grin.

"Old Capule. I was the prime minister, but I'm not that smart. Did you know?"

"I don't know much else, but I do feel like a fox talented enough to fight fast in the past. And with the strong, the owls want to challenge the battle."

"So one thing, do you want to rejuvenate your mood?"

They tried to compete and went for Gora. Look at them, Dreyan says something.

"Oh man, you're just an idiot forever to be an animal man. I thought I was the only one making progress."

and.

Continued