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Falling Ning people. If I can beat him to the ground like this, he'll definitely die.

I don't like the high places, I almost fainted, but I managed to enjoy them. Maybe I was lucky enough to hang out with Anis and ride all over the jet coaster.

You can't keep screwing around like this. I have not yet fallen into the Crimson, I have not stood at the summit of Metallica, I have not changed the world, nor have I found the answer to Mr. Nakanaka's last query.

Move, move. My body.

"Open up. Yeahhh!!!

The body's paralysis has not yet fully recovered, but Ning squeezed his strength and spread his wings.

But.

"... no...!

I can't skip it with the spreading blades. The wings are worn out just now when he was seldom shot with a machine gun in the back. It's full of holes, and it's heavy with blood on it. Very unlikely to be able to fly. The fall velocity doesn't fall either.

He, did you calculate this far and shoot him in the back first? What a guy.

Whether to grab it to the building or reach for it, it only reaches slightly. Is this part of the calculation? To hell with me.

Ning people are wary of the strength of slipknots.

But not yet. Slipknot, don't lick me. If there is such a thing as hell, I will definitely go down there one day. But it's not now.

I've fought for my life. Anytime. So, compared to that, this is the thing.

"Awwwwww!!!

Useless wings, etc., are unnecessary. Ning Man grabbed his own wings and threw them off.

Black blood blows from the base of the back blade. Ouch, incredibly painful. But what happened to it?

"Get out of the way......!!

Grab the drained bloody blade with your right hand and swing it straight down to the side of the building. Even if it's worn out, it's a blade of Evil silhouette. The hardness is not in the eyes such as concrete.

Kid, there's a noise. The blades pierced me on the side of the building. An awesome shock strikes Ning's shoulder.

The blades tear the concrete as-is and gradually kill the fall speed.

"... ha... ha..., it was dangerous..."

It had fallen to about half the building. On the side about 25 stories tall, I managed to get it together.

The sacrifice is huge. My consciousness is going to fly with the bleeding I pulled off my wings, and my right arm is definitely dislocated but fractured. Squeeze the last force and roll the blades by hand, grabbing them by the projections on the side of the building with your left hand.

Hanging around is all I can do. More importantly, the transformation won't last a few more minutes. But he survived.

……

No, that didn't seem definitive yet. Slipknot glancing at his face from the top floor he looked up, the broken window. I was watching. I was looking at Ning people. It seemed like he was going to see it fall and crumble like a tomato.

I could pull my face right in because I made sure the Nings managed to survive.

Coming. He's coming. I'm coming to stab you.

By now, you must be in the elevator or down the stairs singing in your nose too.

"... this is seriously bad..."

Just at that time, Ning's transformation was solved. The biological body, which is also useless in its right hand, is clinging from its back with one left hand in a run-down state of massive bleeding. I don't think I can climb very well.

The Nings were desperately indulging in the impending fear of justice that was about to break their hearts.

"... lying, right...? That senior..."

A few minutes after the Ning transformed and headed for Slipknot. After giving instructions to the remaining members, the new name used a small airplane device called Crimson's special flying board to follow the Ning people.

I've never used it before, but I think I can handle it because I'm good at snowboarding and surfing, and I actually managed.

It's not very fast, and I can't fly for long, but it's enough. Follow the Ning man as he checks with a telephoto electronic monitor to see what he looks like flying forward.

Once his new name reached the roof of the building near where Ning and Slipknot were engaged, he landed and watched the battle with a monitor glass.

Slipknot is a mysterious enemy, but seniors wouldn't be so easily hit, I thought. But that was a mistake.

Flirted by a tricky battle, the Nings were thrust off the building. He seems to have managed to cling, but the transformation has already been solved. It seemed like a desperate situation.

"Are you serious... Hmm, clams......"

My knees tremble. It's a new name and part of Metallica. I've been through a few fights before, but never directly up front. And I've never made a big decision. Because there were always Ning and Tsurugi. Under their command, I should have taken advantage of the speed and footwork I had before me.

That's why I've never experienced anything like this before.

What am I supposed to do?

Want to go help? It's not Jordan. What can I do? There's no way you can stand up to Rox against him. Fortunately, Slipknot is focused on fighting the Nings. I can run if I want to.

Besides, even if the Ning were knocked down by Slipknot, the blame shouldn't be that great. Because Slipknot is strong and many villains have been defeated. At least, they won't kill you. But if you come in now to help Ning people, they could kill you.

"... right..."

The new name turned his back on the dying Ning and activated the flying board.

"... I have no choice..."

You just have to keep running.

"Senior...... Sarsen..."

To feel guilty, squeal like that. At that moment, the leg of his new name stopped. Because there was something caught in the sound of the words I spoke to myself.

Seniors? Yes. That guy is my 'senior'.

It was a university, it was a ministry activity, it was a senior, someone who ever called it. But that's just a name. Untouched around, it was a name.

The new name was a clever boy. Whether studying or sporting, I was able to do most of the work there without much effort. And more than that, I've never made an effort. I've never even decided on anything. That was not necessary.

Why are you all hanging in there? That's what I thought. Because I did everything right and well. Of course he did not possess first-rate abilities, but there was no shortage. Everything was done there. I never got hot.

I got along well with anyone. I think it's because I did what I did while I was hella.

For such a new name, seniors, the designation was convenient. Because we can get that person up for now. Some disrespect was allowed.

I think even the Ning did so at first. I heard something about being an awesome scoundrel, and you can call it that for now. I thought so. So consciously, he called it 'seniors'.

Since when? Unconsciously, naturally, I started calling him senior.

Shortly after my assignment to Okinawa, I thought, "What is this guy?" Weak and timid. He didn't look like a very bad guy.

Yet you take incredibly harsh choices. As a result, we climb the world.

It usually falls out even though it sometimes gives a soothing look. I also know it's common for women not to be used to it. Besides, you are a good person.

For his new name, even if he did some fuzzy work, he said 'you, awesome' in a simple way. It was very illuminating. So, I thought you'd be serious about it.

He did one amazing job after another. All of that was the result of serious risking my life. He really thinks. Whatever hand you use, whoever you smash, you move on.

I couldn't help but think it was awesome.

This guy, maybe, could really change the world, I thought. You were impressed by Tsurugi, I understand! Sometimes it sounds good. But I didn't tell you. Getting hot isn't right for sex.

In spending time with him like that, he was naturally starting to say 'seniors'.

He's not my type, but he's amazing. That's what I thought. Think about it, I never really thought of someone as' awesome '. Don't even try. Anything you can do there. Because from yourself, nobody thought it was amazing.

But that guy wasn't. He's objectively mediocre in every way. I'm not physically fit, I'm not learning. Seems like we've been working out ever since we got into Metallica, but still, it's not a big deal at all.

In terms of talent, he's not the kind of person to compare to his new name. But wow.

I've never seen anyone like that. So he's just one 'senior' to me.

………

The new name puts my foot on the flying board. It's easy to get away with this.

"... but"

Running away? As it is, am I running away? I won't have a choice. Just a human being. What can you do to Rox? Is there such a guy?

"... No, I was there. You were there."

There's a man who's powerless and powerless, but never escaped and fought. There was a man right around the corner who had only relied on his strong conviction and firm determination in the name of malice.

"I, I..."

I thought he was awesome. That's why I wanted to see him move on. It's not a gala, but I thought I'd follow you. And I just realized it. I must have thought so for a long time.

You want me to run? It's not Jordan.

Scary. I don't like going. But I don't like getting away here any more.

I realized that. The new name inspires the mind. To soothe the path of evil.

Yes, I am, I am.

"I am the 'junior' of the evil man who controls the world...!

Something to pull or pull? It's here and now that I'm serious.

I'm not a character, but I'm getting hot. But it's not bad. The only new name I ever had was Suki, and I laughed.

Invert the neck of the flying board. Moving into sight is the Ning people hanging with their lives. A slipknot should come stabbing the stomach soon.

I won't let that happen. But what am I supposed to do? Think. Think. I can't take down Slipknot. So what do we do? Seniors are not dead yet. He won't give up because of it. I'm sure you're still thinking of outrageous ways to survive. What is that? How can I help him?

The new name spun the thought in full. I've never used my brain worse than this.

About 10 seconds in time, the conclusion was reached.

The new name used radio and gave instructions to Crimson's. Of course, I'm not here to help. There's no way we're gonna make it. That's why the instructions are different.

"What?... but that's..."

My men speak confused.

"I'm telling you to do as I say!!! Be ready in three minutes! Sounds good!?

The new name switched off the radio, followed by transferring the data remaining on the telescopic monitor we had been using earlier to the tablet terminal, quickly operating the tablet, while accelerating the flying board.

Have you ever used your head and hands before? No, my new name, which I could do anything cleverly, was the first time I had ever given it up in my life.

"... I'm losing my shoulder feeling..."

Ning's arm clinging to Bill was already at its limit. It won't last another few minutes.

But something more terrifying came before the shoulder limit came.

The windowsill upstairs where Ning people were hanging broke. From there the slipknot dashes his face.

"Hey, you're tough. I'll give you the Brain Heaven Shot Award for your reward."

The slipknot removes the handgun from the belt. Ning people have no hand to prevent.

I won't give up. But it's blocked in all directions. It was then that Ning tried to get his hands off me if he wanted to.

"Senior!!!

I heard a voice I could hear. Looking up, there's a new name on the flying board. I couldn't get on with Ning, but that's a new name.

The new name doesn't fire on slipknots. I guess it's because I know it's up to me to be avoided anyway. Slipknot, who has fought so far without special abilities, is set to be killed instantly even if his new name fights.

"... you...?

"? What is it? Are you a crimson, too? Then I'll kill you.

Slipknot whistles, while pointing the muzzle at his new name.

Ning thought. The new name is not the kind of man who comes to die without any thought. If there's anything you can do, you have to get on it. But I don't have time to confirm my intentions.

"With this glass monitor, I've been recording my senior and this guy's battle since earlier. Plus, it's already placed in every building!!!

It was terminal information. That's all the new name said, he began to leave the scene. Slipknot shoots a bullet, but manages to avoid it. A lot of motor nerves, but one wrong step would have died. A moment, just a moment. The new name risked my life to tell me.

Just a few seconds of contact. But enough. Understood.

That was because the Ning people thought it was a measure they would have liked to implement if it was possible. Badly outrageous, that's how I fight. I'll do it.

"Exactly. New name. You got it!!!

"I'm a genius!! Plus, I finally know that seniors are on the outside!!

Over the windy sky, screaming out loud to sound like a new name walking away. The new name answers it again and screams.

…… What the hell is that? Was it something fun? I'm sorry, but even if there's a party on Saturday, you shouldn't, right?

Slipknot pointed his gun at the Ning people again.

Helpful. Now we have the possibility to survive.

You don't have to win, you don't lose unilaterally. I can take it to a match, even at worst. Even if you can't kill Slipknot, you can erase its existence. If we can survive here, we can fight him again. No, better than that, no. The 'bad' way, too, I just figured it out.

If it's a new name, we should be ready. Leave the rest to me. At worst, I'll pull the trigger.

"Hey Slipknot"

Ning is still hanging around with one arm that is going to lose its strength. If you lose your mind, you will fall and die. They're pointing the gun out of the top. Still, the Ning are not frightened. Stare at the dark hero.

"What the hell. Don't stare. I'll curse you if you die, huh? Japanese" aunt "? Hiu, scary, scary."

I'll put that light mouth to rest.

"You are certainly strong. I don't think he's a hero. But you're not evil."

Slipknot doesn't pull the trigger. I'm listening to this one.

I thought it was similar to yours. But no. I push along at any cost. In front of my malice, can you still stay unbroken?

"... you have an idea? But Zannen, we don't have time to talk."

"In the meantime, I suggest you ask. And for you."

……

Slipknot does not fire. Maybe the experience of the training ground he's been diving in feels like a crappy sign.

Then I'll talk to you. And tremble.

I'll tell you what. Don't be afraid of the real villains. I'll never pull this off. Can you stay here without pulling?

I'm not your real enemy, am I?

But my enemies are everything that stands in their way.

Still, you can't pull it off?

Ning people threw the fuel of malice at their lives clinging to one hand at a time. In the heart of the bright skyscraper, the devil burns its eyes again.