The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

"And by saying. I'm gonna get a little training."

"Ooh... good luck"

I dropped off Gill's back full of motivation.

Its back is livelier than it used to be, and it makes me laugh unwittingly.

"Changed... I guess not"

I'm sure he hasn't changed anything.

Both now and in the past, (...) throw (...) life (...) to (...) who (...) beat (...) and (...) ru (...).

Sometimes his "beginnings" were self-destruction at the end of it, and he has a verse somewhere like that. So now and in the past, I look forward ready to give my life for someone else.

Guys like that, they're strong.

I know Sole with my own hands.

"... well, it's pitiful"

"Oh, that one - you, where did it come from?"

"From behind the sign there, yeah."

Baba in the sky who was nearby at some point.

He's pointing at the nearby street sign, and he cheeks in a sigh wondering if you were hiding in such a place.

"Again, I hear something rough called 'Oh, my God'.... I remember loving someone. I remember that someone loved me. Now, I found out that was directed at another human being who wasn't me.... Still, you can turn everything against your enemies for someone, knowing that they will never be rewarded.... wow, that guy is"

"... oh, it's a big difference from someone somewhere"

Once, someone somewhere knew that the heart of a loved one was for someone who wasn't himself, and at that point it was crazy. Mad.

He betrayed the gods, spit out the truth, and rebelled against the Father of fruit.

At the end of it, I don't care if my daughter is about to kill me for picking it up... but at least it's very different from me back then.

"That's why I don't imitate jokes like losing on purpose. With me, there's an inferior reason for shit.... blah, I can't live without money"

Worst case scenario, I could be working at that store, too.

I don't like that.

Face Fear Nightmare.

Appearance Pervert Degree Extra.

I don't want to work with those guys.

And by saying.

"Air casualties, I was going to practice manipulation by the production... stop. With that man, we fight each other with unrestricted seriousness. And let's smash it straight from the front."

Sky death looked at my face and circled my eyes as surprised.

"Chrono kid...... no, it's nothing. Do as you please."

She blurted, just a little happy to say so.

My power and that hybrid that took over the power of the abalone.

Reachers from birth.

A monster with the same potential as his family if you just look at it there.

Fight him.

Thinking about it that way...... I wonder what.

Though I don't think I'm being careless.

Wonders and minds, about to dance.

"... oh, I'll do whatever I want"

I shrug.

The end of his mouth was suspended unknowingly.

And the day came.

"Sa! I'm finally here to do it, militant party! I don't even know the author anymore about how many times, or maybe I had that set up, but I don't remember! It's a militant party that empires like that are proud of all over the continent!

Astalotto is a side business...... no, is it a main business?

He sounded those words from the commentary room, in what was commonly referred to as "Mr. MC".

I just took off my clothes, or something.

Too much to say, or something.

I have a lot to say, but now let's focus on what happened before.

"Yes, the next one...... Mr. Kronos, right?

"Oh. Nice to meet you."

When I gave the name tag I had been given in advance to the receptionist, the receptionist who saw it led me to the qualifying group to which I would be assigned.

Apparently, the qualifier was called "Battle Royale in the City," but the place to start is grouped and decided.

Which means the guys in the group were around at the beginning.

"Absolutely... at that point you can see the start of the brawl..."

Survival originally concealed and used throughout the city.

But then I guess that would eat too much time.

That's why I said measures to reduce the number of people quickly......

To be honest, it's a pretty intense disadvantage from me now that I can't get my hands up other than the bad guys... well, let's split it if I don't get it done.

I fell for the weak to see this view.

... hey, thinking about that, I heard footsteps running forward, from across the corner.

"Mm, people."

Guess in advance, take a step back.

Then, as expected, one boy jumps out of the front corner.

I would have bumped into him if I had walked at earlier speeds.

The boy turned his eyes round to what I looked like and looked surprised.

"What? Ah... that? Oh, no, it's nothing."

"Well, then excuse me"

I'm not particularly interested and pass beside the boy.

But such indifference didn't last long either.

"Also, could it be... the rumor 'Conton', is it?

My heart moves loose in the sounding voice.

I stopped on my feet and kept my eyes wide open if I noticed.

"... What did you just say?

I look back unexpectedly and stare at the boy.

This boy... is he calling me (...) and (...) hoo (...) right now?

Kronos... not chaos.

Didn't you just say that?

"Wow! Ho, are you really that 'Conton' guy!? I've heard a lot about rumors!

"Rumors...... hey. You, the kid at Gil's?

"... Yikes! Exactly!

Possibility is, maybe that's the only way.

Gil told the orphanage kid about me, and one of the kids I heard about was this guy. If I think about it normally, I come to that conclusion.

But... no. But......

"... well. Why is an orphanage boy like that here?

"... uh, actually, the prize money for this tournament is for me"

I see. Apparently, he doesn't know Gil's coming.

Even so, Elsa, king of phantoms. I was so adamant about protecting the kids. I didn't know I would let these kids head to the tournament alone. Does that woman have no intention of being firm?

Think about it a lot, but [sincerity] I don't know.

So for now, I quit thinking a lot.

"Right. I'm busy. Excuse me."

I turn my back on the boy and walk out.

The boy reached for my back, but he couldn't have let me touch him.

The hand slips through the void and the boy in a hurry runs out about after me.

"Please wait, Mr. Conton!

"Don't call me by that name. I just wanted to tell you not to come talk to me about the Golden Wheel, but at least call me Kronos, fool."

I don't know. The tone gets rough.

How many times has this been called chaos and frustration?

Or... No, do you know what the answer is?

"Uh, Kronos......? Mr. Kronos! May I join you!? Probably this aisle will make the same group..."

"Enemy, then?

Note that this is no good reason to go with you.

He walks out of the picture, but the boy has no sign of giving up.

"So, but...!

"That's tough.... or is something so persistent that I (...) have (...) stubborn (...) obsessive (...) ru (...) rational (...) yu (...)? Boy."

"Oh, that! Mr. Gill tells me how strong Mr. Kronos is! If I follow you, I have to be sure!

Definitely if you follow me...... hey.

I accidentally burst out laughing and walk out silently as I am.

Well, that's sensible. Follow the strong guy. That will clear the way for you. So I didn't say anything wrong.

But its correctness is based on his correctness.

From me being parasitized, justice is not enough.

"Well, I don't care about that"

"... hey, what is it?

"Never mind, I'm talking to myself"

That's how I walk out.

If you look back, there's a boy standing there who doesn't even know his name.

Coming from Gil's orphanage, one child.

Win the qualifying round with caution...... are you here?

(Amulet is……. That sounds tough this time. step by step)

I whisper, I turn forward.

Incrementally, the time for the start of qualifying was approaching.