The God has moved to another world.

Gate soil is mending a genre called the Lake Ring One-Blade Stream.

He was in the dojo genre he had been attending since he was a child and was also in the same genre as his benefactor, Old Samurai.

The Lake Ring One Knife Stream is a genre for the Raptors to use knives.

It was a knife technique used by the Sagittarius, who had physical abilities isolated from those of humans, and was ultimately unrepeatable in other races.

Their swordsmanship lies outside the logic of common swordsmanship.

It is not uncommon for ordinary combat techniques to be roughly insane, such as what is considered absurd, to be the most efficient and rational way of fighting for the Tsubaki.

Anyway, it's a species that flies a dozen meters sideways and vertically with a kick in one leg and even allows it to move close to the subsonic speed.

It's good to say that it's better to try to measure it with the common sense of other races.

One such swordsmanship for the Raptors is the one-sword flow of the Lake Ring.

The lake ring one-sword flow was said to be a knife technique that emphasizes legs.

In fact, you are right, wielding a sword with the propulsion created by the leg power of a rabbit.

Explosive acceleration, coupled with swinging out by the arm, allows the tip of the knife to reach a dizzying speed.

Naturally, its power is unusual, and the art of blacksmithing Nomaki is combined, literally cutting off everything.

For this reason, the lake ring one-sword flow was famous among the Raptor knives, especially as a rigid sword made of speed and power.

Now, create propulsion with your leg strength and put it on the knife.

That's why the lake wheel is one-size-fits-all, but when you ask, "If it's not a big place, can't you show the truth? There may be something I think."

In fact, something less knowledgeable about the Raptors has pushed the Raptor Samurai in a narrow space with one sword and one sword.

Though convinced of the victory, it was its ignorance that had been chopped up at the next moment.

There are as many moves in the lake wheel as there are in the "running around a small space".

Run forward with one leg and back with the remaining legs with your body on the axis.

In other words, it produces the same acceleration as running around by rotating.

The explosive velocity and power remain intact, allowing us to cut the necessary runway distance to the extreme.

It is also said that the lake ring was put on because "the trajectory of the sworn knife looks like a watermark that makes a ring in the lake".

Well, there are circumstances where Kazu's last name was simply "Lake Ring".

Rabbit is also horned.

The lake ring one-sword flow was a sword technique that was wielded endlessly, without being dictated by the size of the spot.

Mentou and Nagaku are masters of their lake-ring one-sword flow.

A rotary knife around the axis of your body.

The knife, which was literally shaken at an inconspicuous rate in the eye, raised a strange sound as if it were tearing a silk cloth.

One spin and run out of that momentum unchecked.

Swing the knife through towards a virtual enemy.

It is a sound speed sword that cuts off the sword if it is prevented by a sword, and the shield if it is prevented by a shield, under a single blow.

Kick the ground with both legs and flip your body.

Swing down diagonally from the top toward your back.

The first knife with a misalignment from rapid acceleration.

Suddenly stopped from a sumptuous velocity, the second machete from directly behind.

Unless it's too much stuff, you won't be able to escape from this.

That was all it was.

But that's why.

It doesn't work for Mizuhiko, Gate Soil was convinced.

These days, Mizuhiko has been used as a virtual enemy.

It was a gateway soil that had stood with various swordsmen, but it had never been so relative to any other user, other than the Raptors.

For Gantu, when it comes to swordsmanship, it is a thing of the Raptors.

It would be better to put it in a world called "Haibara and Nakahara," rather than in gate soil.

However, the sword technique used by Mizuhiko was clearly supposed to be used by humans.

I don't think Mizuhiko created it himself.

I wouldn't be the type to be able to do that.

It seems reasonable to assume that someone taught me.

Mizuhiko says it is a Guardian created by the Land God of this "Reviewed Land".

If so, it would be the God of the Land who taught or gave knowledge of the treatment of the sword to Mizuhiko.

If you are a god, or you should also be able to create your own genre.

But.

The land god, the red sheath, is said to have been a god of the other world, formerly a human being.

According to Mizuhiko, it was originally Samurai.

If so, the swordsmanship of the red sheath is created for humans in different worlds.

In other words, Gate Soil has worked with swordsmanship in different worlds.

Would it be such a pleasure?

Gate soil originally left the country to train samurai.

In various places, the purpose was to stand with various opponents, and also to stand with stronger, unknown opponents.

In doing so, I was able to meet swordsmanship from different worlds.

I often say that the world is vast, but I didn't expect it to extend beyond the world.

Exactly, all I could say was that the world was wide, but not to the gate soil.

It is a short distance from the "Dragon's Nest" that the gateway soil is barebacking.

It was near the wall, slightly away from the entrance and exit of the "Reviewed Land Station".

The lake wheel one sword stream has the moves to run on the wall, to practice it.

If it was a vertical wall, if it was about 100 m for gate soil, it could run up without using magic or anything like that.

It is also possible to run even in places like the ground and horizontal, or ceiling, for dozens of meters.

Some would think that's stupid, but there's nothing I can do because I can actually do it.

The only way to do this is to say that Samurai is a monster.

The gate soil, which finished the bare gesture, lifted the water bottle that had been placed nearby, the towel that had been caught on top of it.

Wipe the sweat, get your roughened breath done.

So I sensed strange signs and looked up.

A nest of enchanted dragons, with deep vertical holes.

In the circular sky I looked up from the bottom of it, I saw something elongated.

It slowly comes down. It looks like a snake with front and back legs.

As it slowly approached me, I could see the whole picture.

It was the superior spirit of water.

It is not like a so-called dragon, but an elongated form of dragon figure.

On its back, I saw something like a shadow.

The shadow lands lightly as it jumps off the back of the dragon.

Gate earth, a highly physically capable rabbit, was able to ascertain its appearance without having to stare.

Long hair tied at the back, a vermilion sheath on the waist.

And a translucent body.

Listening to the talk, it was the very hallmark of the land god Red Sheath.

The red sheath is slowly approaching, checking on the gate soil.

Since the place is the place, it will not be surprising for God to appear.

Well, I wondered how I got greeted, Gate Soil thought.

If it were normal, it would be natural to lay flat.

Gate soil also tried to get his knees to the ground, and his feet stopped.

When I saw the red sheath walking, there was something in the gate earth that I thought.

It was only because he had been regarded as a lot of martial arts artists that he stopped kneeling on the gate soil.

When the gate soil was repositioned on both legs, one hand was placed over the sheath of the knife.

A system that allows you to reach out to the pattern at any time and set up a knife extraction system.

I mean, it's like being on guard.

If you look, the hand of the red sheath is also lifted to the sheath.

The red sheath I was walking on stopped my leg.

It is the critical position between the gates and the earth.

Gate soil looked seriously at the red sheath.

Now that I'm standing with Mizuhiko, I can clearly tell.

In front of you is a knife technique that the so-called people-shaped race assumes to use.

Well, you may say you're a master, but you're the owner before the move.

I wonder how much experience the hell it is that can wield so many signs.

Beyond Nico and a soft smile, it seemed to the gates soil as if there was a surprising amount of martial authority.

It's just not horrible or anything like that.

Rather, for the gate soil, it is a sign of a kind that seems clear and pleasant.

Gate soil knew very well what had these signs.

"I see you're in Samurai!

After Mentou had said it, he realized that his opponent was God.

Shit, I'm gonna regret it a little bit when he's gone at his usual rate.

But at the same time I thought it wouldn't be a problem.

Somehow the target is Samurai.

It was a pompous red sheath for a moment, but understanding soon followed.

Samurai.

It was said that it was Samurai.

The red sheath held him in desperately as his face seemed to burn unexpectedly.

The red sheath of his life was a martial artist on a journey.

I took that position from a variety of circumstances, but I've never been roughly pessimistic about it.

Instead, he was the type of person who traveled around and found joy in pairing up with strong guys.

In other words, it is the same hole as the gate soil.

From the eyes of the red sheath, the gate soil seemed to be of considerable skill.

If we look at each other in the face, we can see the approximate strength.

If it is between those who aspired to the same path, it is all the more so.

I then drew him from Mizuhiko, who is a guardian by the bend, so I have no doubt.

Such gates and dirt call themselves "Don't be in Samurai! I called it."

I don't know the details, but it conveys roughly what I want to say.

Samurai, he admitted to being a samurai.

Admitted to the person you acknowledge.

Would I be happier?

For the Red Sheath, who was the kind of man who lived on a knife and died on a knife, it was the best, no more, word of praise.

"Hey. You fell in the middle of the road. Now, as you can see."

The red sheath managed to create a bitter laugh, letting his hands drip and look.

Ghosts, such gestures, but despite being different worlds, the gates and soil seem to have made sense of their intentions.

There was a similar nuanced rhetoric in Nomaki.

Gate earth saw it and laughed with a loud voice.

"Ha ha! Did you fall on the tatami?

"No. Fortunately, on the dirt"

"Oh! It's a battlefield!

"Well, is that the place - I went out with a bandit. Well, I took some of them on the road."

"That's it! You're in my honor! As much as I envy you!

"Hey, I was desperate, so hey. Ha-ha-ha!

Quite disturbing conversation, but both the red sheath and the gate soil were utterly serious.

They were all born and raised under those values, and they lived under those values.

In a nutshell, it is a fighting nation.

It was the gateway dirt I was laughing at, but I finally remembered I wasn't named here.

"This is rude! It's traveling, vegan wanderer. It's in what I call a lake ring one-sword stream, gate soil and permanent!

"Oh, no, this is the one I'm late to name! I'm a land god around here, called the Red Sheath. Hey, Mizuhiko always takes care of me."

Keep your heads down and say hello to each other.

The truth is that Red Sheath also wanted to name his own genre "Shinda Matsuba", but I put up with it a lot.

Because he's dead and he's a god, he has to be named a god for once when he introduces himself.

"I really wanted to say hello a little earlier. It's not the right time. Sorry I'm late."

"No, I don't! If only it was past a vegetarian wanderer like that!

"And one more thing. Something else happened. I thought I'd ask you again."

"Again, is this what Lord Mizuhiko said?

The red sheath snorted at my will.

These kinds of good guesses are very helpful in talking.

"Yes. They're caught. They're the ones who help Mr. Agney and the others. You've set your first goal. Again, I was hoping to help."

"Well, at last! I understand. Let that be the servant to the best of his power!

"Hey, thanks for sitting down. But is that okay? I think it's gonna be a pretty dangerous bridge."

Getting Agney and the others back will naturally be hostile to the person they are going to.

As an adventurer, it would be the difference between a warcraft demon and a cloud mud in a dangerous sense.

In some cases, the red sheath thought that even if they refused, they would have no choice.

But I've actually seen him and changed his mind a lot.

As far as the red sheath can tell, a person named Gate Soil is not a person by which to judge such things.

"Ha ha! That's because you're a martial arts trainer! Rather, it is in wishing and fulfilling! Lord Mizuhiko asked me to do it! If we don't do it here, it means a man's gonna get rid of it!

To the luxuriously laughing gate soil, the red sheath learned a strange dependability.

In fact, a person of such skill would not be such a thing.

If things get rough, few swordsmen should be as reliable as this.

The red sheath feels strangely happy and laughs to be fished by the gate soil.

After this, the red sheath and the gate soil often blossomed in each other's memorabilia.

Agney is a species that falls asleep as soon as a difficult story is told.

In front of the sight of such common sense being made recognisable again, Dilloud exhaled a deep deep sigh.

"What's this?"

Dillord looked at the Agnies sleeping in circles and sitting, with a puzzled look on his face.

By contrast, the Martina next door looks like nothing in particular.

Looking around, Martina shrugged her shoulders gently.

"Mr. Agney asleep."

"No. What I'm talking about is the situation, right? I wonder why Mr. Agney and the others are asleep."

'Cause it's getting harder to talk about.'

"Yeah. I know, yeah, you are. I was wrong."

Exhaling as he had given up, Dilloud scratched his head.

I look up and I see the stars and the moon.

Now I'm just finishing my dinner.

It was a while ago.

Forecasting that the meal was over and the dance after the meal was over, Dillough started talking to Agney and the others about their work.

It is a matter of Agney searching, where Eltovael stood up and Agney and the others asked for the Gartic mercenary regiment.

Finally, the preparation of the surroundings, gear preparation and circular training, confirmation of the approximate status of Agney currently caught, etc., has been completed.

Agney was the first to check the status quo and, depending on the circumstances, to rescue it.

And then, if the Agnies in Cocco Village give us permission, the Galtic Mercenaries can make a move at any time.

Dillough explained it as crushed as he could.

Apparently, he didn't shave enough.

All Agney and the others fell asleep while they were explaining.

"Um, what's wrong with this?"

Delaud spoke out in the arms of Ginn, the hunter, a kerchief with a satisfying face.

Originally a raven, but now a black winged agney, the appearance I said.

This is the only person on my client's side who hasn't slept.

By the way, Hanako the Troll is asleep a long time ago.

Sleep as soon as the sun sets, he said, is the basis of beauty.

Kaichi made a slightly contemplative look when he turned to Dilloud.

"Agneys, wake up?

"Huh? Can you do that? Don't be surprised?

"I can"

Both Dilload and Martina opened their eyes to a curly nod.

I can't help but be surprised at Delaud.

Agney is a very amnesic species, and if you surprise him, that's all you get away with.

Waking up where you're sleeping is somewhat of an act of surprise.

Normally, Agney and the others either wake up or escape the moment they try to wake up.

It's amazing how it's possible to wake it up without being alarmed.

When Karichi inhaled heavily, he opened his mouth wide.

"Ka."

Whether it was crow ringing or just saying "kah," it was a ringing in difficulty in judgment.

Dilloud doesn't think, he frowns at the root.

I know it sounds adorable, but does it make any sense?

But the effect immediately, dramatically appeared.

"Ha! Negative!

"Ohh. Asa, dinner?

"I was just sleeping after dinner."

"Stupid. We're out of rice."

"Have you already?

Surprisingly, Agney and the others woke up in unison.

It is also a very refreshing face.

It was a dilaud with his eyes round, but it seemed to immediately come to something.

"I guess it's because I'm up in the morning with a crow voice. Maybe it's like a reflex of conditions."

The morning of the village of Cocco begins with the crows chirping.

The crows' greeting with Agney and the others seems to be a wake-up call for Agney and the others.

Is Martina surprised, too, that she is solidified with a puzzled look?

With those dilauds on their asses, Agney and the others were enjoying a neat awakening.

The elder sitting beside Dillord is stretching as he turns his shoulders.

"Uh. Negative. Wow. I'm old enough, I haven't slept well lately and I'm feeling sleepless. You know, it's a good time."

By the way, the elders are the type who can sleep right in the futon.

Sometimes I say, "Hmm, Munya. Three cups of tea bowls is the limit for old age -" and so on, whining about sleeping and sleeping well into the morning.

"Oops. Why don't you? Yeah, well, you did talk about every mercenary regiment. What the hell was that?

Asked by an elder with an obvious face, Dilloud got stuck in the words "er".

Again with the same explanation as in the beginning, the Agnies will fall asleep again.

Agney, I don't need a blade to put you to sleep, just one of the hard stories.

But now that I have trouble getting him to sleep, Dillough decides to shatter the story even further.

"Yeah, right. I'm talking about Agney and the others who might be caught or running away and hiding. In the meantime, I was able to confirm the whereabouts of all of Mr. Agney."

"Ooh! Thankful for that! How the hell did you find me?

This question was asked earlier.

Below the general information provided by Ertvael and the Enchanted Dragon, Kougak confirmed it with far-sighted technique.

Those explanations put Agney and the others half asleep.

He didn't seem to remember what the conversation was about, although he managed to maintain a critical consciousness.

I mean, we need to explain it in more shavings.

"Well, that's it. Good luck to you all."

"Ooh! I see! I knew unity was not power!

"Wow!

"Cool!

"I don't think it's been a long time since I've heard of a kingdom"

Agney and the others look impressed and make a slight noise.

Apparently, it worked.

I'm pretty sure if I can explain it or not, but for now it won't be a problem because Agney and the others are convinced.

"So, right? In the meantime, I've decided where to go first. So check what's actually going on, do you want to help? Or it feels like if he wants to stay there, he decides to stay calm."

"That's exactly what you explained before. Do you know who's the first one to be caught?

"I know. Mr. Tuck, you're a twelve-year-old man."

"Oh, Tuck!

Speaking of which, you haven't seen him lately.

Apparently, the Agney tribe has a lot of names and faces that match those of their peers.

Everyone seemed to know Agney called Tuck.

"So, does Tuck seem safe? I wonder where they caught me."

Tuck had now been caught by a slave trader from a country called Bataluda Dide.

Pataluda Dide is one of the common human supremacists, a class of small nations.

It was a country without the peculiarities that I said this, but which recognizes the "subhuman slavery" that is common in the human supremacist countries.

Some slave traders are based for this reason and pay less taxes to the state.

Tuck was one of the slave traders where he was a "good taxpayer".

He siphoned in quite a bit of change, his face seems to be wide there, and he succeeded in capturing Agney.

It's like I said where to sell it now, at a stage where I'm lost.

It seems that only important products are treated with care as long as they are examined by telescopic technique.

Even if such a cordial and polite explanation is given, Agney and the others simply fall asleep.

"Something. Looks good. Slave traders have caught you, sir."

"I'm fine! That's more than anything!

"How are you being captured by a slave trader?"

"Cool."

"Right. Well, then let's not..."

To be honest, Dilloud himself didn't have to wonder, "I'm being caught by a slave trader, but I mean, I'm fine".

Apparently, Agney and the others were convinced.

"Um, for your information. Is it okay that the slave traders are catching you?

"A slave trader sells slaves and does business, doesn't he?

"Yeah. Well."

Slaves have a lot of things too.

Depending on the country, the treatment of slaves is also pinky, and it is generally all the same, but there can be about the difference between the moon and the spoon.

Deciding that Agney and the others would fall asleep to say the details, Delaud decided to cloud into tequila.

"Then, well, you're not gonna get hurt. It's not what you call a product."

The other Agnies are all nodding at once about the same idea.

Depending on the circumstances, it is certainly hard to imagine a slave trader hurting Agney.

Anyway, that's what Metermaguito wants.

If you do poorly, you could be erased from country to country.

In fact, there are several countries that have lost their mood from the map because of Metermagito.

Well, that's not just Metermagito, the so-called great powers of this world were those that were twisting other small nations.

Weak meat fortification.

The elimination speed of the "Sea Plains and Nakahara" countries is fast.

It's also fast to get a new country for that matter.

"Then, for now, I mean make a first person statement of circumstances and intentions, and bring them out for help if you need them. Can I get started?

"Oh. Can you get started?"

"Junction!"

"Cool."

"I don't know!

The other Agnies raised their voices of consent so as to be in tune with the elders' words.

By the way, the voice of consent is a ratio of about 2: 1 between the junction and no objection.

Meaning, they're both the same thing.

"Ah, yes. I get it. Then, let me start in a hurry."

"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which, what can I do for you?"

"As always, vegetables and ponctés, please. Oh, that cocoa clam seems to have a good reputation for the breed, the mercenaries."

"Oh! Really! Hey, that was an improved variety in the village of Cocco!

Thus, an operation that could shock the world considerably was to be launched with a very loose feel.