The Branded Female Fencer

"You!"

"Oops."

Vasquez flicks Taurus's left back fist backwards and goes out the window again. Earlier he pretended to come out of the window and was actually hiding right on top of the window frame. So he erased the signs perfectly and watched the machine.

Shire, who flew off Taurus' back, follows Vasquez. This time, Vasquez was running downstairs. Ahead of where Shire looked down, an earlier woman was falling in bloody blood. It is an amount of bleeding that will not help you in the long run. How is he dead when he is at a distance from Vasquez? Vasquez ran away from the spot as he poked his finger at a point in his left chest.

"No way - a hundred steps killer?

"What, what's that?

"It's a killing technique. He says he punches in, and then he kills his opponent in just 100 steps. It is precisely a form of osmosis, but it is possible to kill the opponent by time difference by slowing down the effect.

When you're a master, you can control how many days or even years from now. "

"Give that to just a woman? Why?"

Considering that Vasquez was the last person to smile, Shire replied to squeeze his voice.

"Maybe it's because it's more fun"

"Do you ever show the death of a good man? That's unusual, Vasquez is a pleasure killer?

"It's fun for Vasquez, or just not. When I was a child, my teeth stopped working from killing bugs to play, and the subject went to the greater and to the stronger. Above all, that temperament, more obsessive than a snake, supported his improvement. If you want to experience a murder accompanied by strong pleasure, you can withstand any training. That's what, like a curse.

I recognize that's a man named 'Fighter' Vasquez. "

"Here and now, you mean you need to kill me at all costs"

"Yeah, but..."

Shire knew Vasquez wasn't going to hate the long fight either. The sun is about to set. Vasquez is also good at turning down signs, so in the battle of darkness he increasingly favors Vasquez. Shire was in the mood to be left in the dark in the deep woods. It was more terror in a sense than spending the night surrounded by demons in the pristine forests of the border.

"Oh, you've come to Awkward."

"Who is it!

What a fist-serving clan man who followed Vasquez to the rooftop of the building saw was a man sitting with his head in his arms. The man rose loosely as he put up his zabula hair with the look of giving up.

Naturally, the fist-serving clan man stands guarded.

"I have no grudges against you, but at the request of my companions, I will grasp you. Awkward, in" Vegan Wanderer, "which is not to be called the Toki Heritage. As soon as we meet, I don't know what it is, but you have my life."

"Hey, kidding -"

The moment the leading man tried to take a step, there was a figure of heritage in his nostrils. The leg strength to be packed in one step, and the knife extraction technique could not even see itself.

When the Heritage returned the sword to its sheath, the fist-serving clan man understood what had happened. My lower body, which has lost its upper body, is visible below my eyes. Upon realizing that his upper body had been blown under one sword, his consciousness, on the contrary, awakened.

"You're one of Vasquez's people!

"Mm, I broke my torso and I'm not feeling well. The sharpness was good but did it not fit well? Awkward and still immature."

"Answer the question!

"My people, you're out of your mind. Awkward people are not that far out. At best, there's only about saving money and contributing to toddlers. Is it just enough to demand 'service' at that time?

Knowing what the words of the Heritage meant, a man soared.

Continued