Naturally, I don't expect a single line of tempera to warmly welcome the five of them.
But you need to put one bully on, or at least you have a muscle to put through.
It would still be better to be rejected once you show your face than to literally abandon your hometown.
Worst of all, I'm not going back inside this anymore, and I won't bother you, it's necessary.
Of course, if you would accept four other people besides Run, that would have been appreciated.
"Nevertheless, I can't believe there was such a secret frontier in the kingdom of Arcana"
Hapine was climbing the mountain path sweating.
For once there is something like a beast path, but it hardly acts as a road.
"I mean, maybe it's the inconvenience of this road that the tempera doesn't belong to the kingdom of Arcana... even if people live here, they can't take taxes!
Happiness complains with excitement. In fact, it seems that there are some of those aspects.
Even if this country existed before it was born, it is the kingdom of Arcana that has power. If so, it is natural to be merged as is.
But it was harsh, minus the fact that the journey to the inside of the tempera was untouched.
Clearly, the slope is too tight. The road to the inside can no longer be called climbing.
"Sorry, I can't walk on my way..."
"That's okay, you don't have to worry about it"
Tsugar, the safety device for the run, had already been unable to walk in the middle of the mountain. For this reason, the sacrifice is being carried on my back.
Originally I came to this world and my physical abilities were higher, and the festival that uses the divine descent. I could easily bear it if she was light.
Happiness sees it with resentment.
"Be patient, I'll be there soon. It should be time to go down the flat road."
The five footsteps, who were local people, were light.
Of course, there was something heavy about my mind, but on the other hand, I thought I had to move on.
I have to apologize to the old body people who told me to exercise restraint if I tried to run, and I had to shelf my immature self by following the run, even the other four, and apologize for treating my hometown lightly.
"Look, it's an easy road out of here now."
As we climbed through the chopped mountain path, we could see inside the tempera, the secret that leaves behind the blood of many 'fists'.
Inside the large mountain range, you can see fields and wooden houses on a dot. In a way, it was a normal de countryside.
It is incredible that there are so many rare magical bloodlines here.
"There are ten boxing houses here. You want to go there, because some of us get together as a stopover?
I left this place the other day and honestly thought I would never worship again.
But when I go back, it's a complicated thing in my heart. The five of them wondered what was wrong with them.
"No, no, I don't care if they do."
An old man who seemed to be waiting was showing his face in front of a line that had just come to a position overlooking Riyama.
It was a face I knew if I tried it on the five of us, and I could imagine a whole line of batrabs in terms of waiting.
"I am the one who preaches the Turtle Armor Fist, which houses star blood... you will already know me, and I want you to come to my house first. I don't know what happened, but Run seems to have settled down... but everyone inside is still scared."
At least, he thought a line would visit here. You think this one is unwilling to go against that guidance, he turned his back and started guiding you.
Well, as you assumed you could throw stones, or you should think you were helped by a warm response.
I didn't come here to contend with you or to demand you join the state. If you can talk to Mitsuhito, who would have a high status in the inside, there is no way you can complain.
One line was silently following it.
Naturally speaking, I could never say that the path inside the tempera was paved either. On the other hand, it was overwhelmingly easier than the road earlier on to the boulder, only to take a leisurely walk down the road between the fields.
I had barely seen a house-like house, or the people inside, and I had never really met anyone to reach a large bungalow.
"It's only about medicinal water, but take a breath first"
It was a large one-room house, like adding a temple and a dojo. It seems obvious that this is the so-called 'main house' and the assembly hall, but it is very creepy that no one is there.
I mean, I guess after predicting it, everyone didn't want to meet the ten people on this occasion.
Naturally, it is alarming or hated.
Nevertheless, whether that was natural or not, everyone was silently... resting with their hips down.
"Tsugar, Happyne. I'll just gently heal your legs."
"Thank you"
"Ugh... I'm exhausted from tea destruction"
The faces were exhausted after walking off unfamiliar mountain roads.
Or my legs were swollen. It is already bright red.
Maybe the mame is crushed.
While I'm sorry I made you a little impotent, Festival I was awkwardly curing the legs of both of them with magic.
"Pity...... not to mention two people with guts"
Hapine didn't have to come in here in any way.
But if you are going somewhere in the Festival to know something, you must see and know it yourself. That was her decision.
Snae also acknowledges her actions, saying it is the right thing to do.
"Nevertheless, you really have a fist artist who uses his predictive abilities... why..."
Snae was slightly frightened.
Explosive poison fists and quadruple fists, like their own divine descent, were a genre that had to be bare hands. It is only natural that the blood-protecting house should become a fist fighter.
But I didn't understand what it meant for a predictive capable man to fight with his fists.
"It's also why there's no deflection... Kazu says when he finds out he's going to be beaten no matter how he moves when he gets into a fight, he's so pitiful, he tries to create a body surgery that incorporates prediction"
My lord, who brought it with medicinal water in his yukata, says that in self-derision.
That was something I remember too.
Even if you anticipate and respond ahead of time to the movement of the target, a skilled person will respond lightly to "pre-fetched behavior".
Perhaps when we first fought against mountain water, we would have settled on the conclusion that no matter how we predicted, we would never win.
It never seemed to other HR that its founding fathers wanted to 'win' by their efforts.
"As I hear it, my genre incorporates prediction as a fist method. That's why I understand and welcome your visit."
What a strange story, but it was smooth.
Because both sides knew something called prediction, the conversation had been concluded without creating any extra questions.
Nevertheless, at least one line of batrabs could not feel the transcendental atmosphere from the old man in front of them.
In the face of knowing mountain waters and swimbok, I can only see him as just a tired old man who can know the future.
No, I assume that's true as a matter of fact.
"In fact, my school is not that weak. I don't get accidental, and I don't get a reversal blow from downstairs. But in the end, we just know in advance that we can't win by exploring every hand."
Around it will be the difference between a festival that can be predicted and an old man that can only be predicted.
Festival I have many hands to strike because I have many means, but they have no such 'possibility'.
When I think about it, Festival I even feel ashamed.
In front of him, he must have been 'trying' for a long time, but all he can know is a future that has no hands or feet for himself or for Run.
"... So I'd like to ask you a few questions, okay?"
"Yes, I don't mind"
I don't know what you're asking, Festival.
Maybe we can talk about Swivok related, or ask why we visited this place in the first place.
Or maybe we can talk about how we can use all sorts of magic.
Even so, Festival I was waiting to talk.
"That's enough."
And I ate a shoulder watermark.
Everyone, including Eckezaks, was conceited to what they would hear, but in the end they didn't hear anything.
In spite of the foregoing when asked.
"Well, I see what's going on there...... let's keep it with us about those four for now. Let me also put on an audition."
Suddenly the story was flying.
Really, as if I had heard everything I needed to hear, then the story goes on.
"In addition, Lord Saiga. If you want to learn how to fist, especially tortoise fist... I will give you five secrets along with the martial arts that your four houses convey. I can't give you anything from another house."
I'm taking the lead on the story, not that. I'm not even trying to gain an advantage. The tired old man seemed desperate to finish the story quickly.
"Rest assured, the other houses have been accepted"
I mean, it was obvious what this old man did.
He asked me questions, predicted all the answers to the questions he had asked, and heard all the questions he wanted.
"... this is the family of temporal forces, the power of experts in divination"
"It's not a big deal either. It's not like you can read their minds, and if you can see through their lies, it doesn't mean anything. Besides, you won't feel too good."
"If I Hear This," "This Is What They Answer"
"If I ask that one," "The other one answers, yeah."
Just because you know that beforehand doesn't even unravel the truth about the world, the old man says.
In fact, festival If you're not going to answer anything to me, that's what you wouldn't have figured out.
"To be clear, if you do this to yourself, you'll be seen with strange eyes, and after the second time, you won't be able to answer anything."
If you meet an old man who predicts the future on a journey, then this response is also not satisfactory.
But if your grandfather lived in the neighborhood of your own house saying this, he'd hate you.
"Well, think of it as a talking technique and listen… it's not as convenient for you as knowing the future"
Neither did anyone from inside the Randa Tempera think that Turtleclad Fist would have this kind of strength.
Very plain, not too strong a fist technique. It was recognition to that extent, but it only cut one side.
"We do not need to be bound by the idea, even if we inherit the matter of our ancestors and the blood of our ancestors. Lose your life accordingly and nothing will happen."
"Like you survived two thousand years ago?
"Exactly."
To Eckezax's question, the tired old man answered as he could.
"Inside the tempera two thousand years ago, participating in the wars in the vicinity had had consequences. Is that what it was rumored that if we hired Tempera soldiers, the victory would be decided? I also read and checked the past. At the time, it was already thriving."
The old man who talks about his old glory didn't seem to think of it as great.
Instead, he seemed to believe that the old prosperity was wrong and that the way he was now was the right one.
"But that's why I attracted you. really will be the strongest in this world, Eckezax and his owner, Swivok."
At the time, I was on a martial arts training journey.
It was, to put it well, a time of vigor, and, to put it badly, a time of slaughter of the famous.
I guess it was also natural that he, who had a good relationship with Eckezax, had stepped inside this.
"Nothing extends to us in this world. In those days when I did not beg to speak publicly, I fought him, and I was outraged and challenged by all his might... except our fathers."
That's a kind of disconnect, I'm glad to say.
As Eckezaks was surprised, all the powerful men of that time were fighting back against Swivok. In this case, the expression that it was in return cannot be said to be appropriate, but anyway, the nine houses were in a state of devastation.
"My ancestors predicted everything. If we challenge him, we all die, and no matter what we do to them, we have to stop. That's why... we ran away and hid. I pulled her home."
Neither did I, at the time, prefer mass slaughter.
There is no forgiveness if you come towards me, but that was not the case if you did not challenge the fight.
After a storm called Suibok passed, Tortoise fist, which housed star blood, worked to rebuild the inner part.
"Naturally, I don't know the secrets of each house or anything, and it didn't make sense to know. The oral biography crushed and many of the moves were cut off. We rebuilt it because we had the power to see the past. We managed to raise the babies who didn't participate in the battle and revive the lost moves."
At least two thousand years ago, it must have been the Turtleclad Fist who gave guidance to all the houses.
That's why there's still such a thing as the secrets of each house, it's probably there.
"I'm not going to steam back any more now, such as the story two thousand years ago. But... my ancestors learned. As we learned in our run, no matter how powerful we speak, there is no winning chance for a monster who can't help it."
Hearing that, the five runners were convinced.
Sure, I still didn't feel like I could beat Swivok's apprentice at all.
Assuming we give him an order to kill, we won't have the skill to do whatever it takes to fight.
We haven't forgotten, of course, that we used to curse ourselves as losers, despise them.
"This inside has survived since because it ended up separating the strongest. If you had sold your name to the public as a mercenary, someone else would have destroyed you by now..."
This hiding place was maintained, not because it was strong, but because it was pulling.
Because I decided survival was more important than winning.
Even if the fist technique was morphed rather than a means of killing, and martial arts became culture and competition and weakened, it still gained 'peace' for two thousand years.
That is something that deserves to be proud of.
"Well, naturally I think that's boring... but I hope you don't push it on us"
It's amazing in us, our fists are strong, we've been undefeated for a thousand years.
That said, where did someone from lose money?
What is the fuss of pulling into this narrow back and even stepping into martial arts that I took over from my ancestors to play games and thrive within me?
"Long ago, the people in this room didn't want to be the strongest in the world."
Clearly, it was annoying. A monster has appeared that is really not the strongest in the world, even though he has fun playing inside him.
I shouldn't have to tell you to come and kill me more, even though this one is to the point of working out between wild jobs.
I can't go out with that, I want you to go somewhere.
"Run... there's no more place for you in here. I'm not going to forgive you or kill you. Everyone wants to forget you were there."
We had fun doing it, we worked so hard to train, and we were complacent.
All of that, trampled by a kid who didn't try anything. I can't wait to decide what I didn't have anymore.
"... right"
Short and seemingly a little lonely, Lan was responding. In fact, I had no choice but to do so. That was something to accommodate the faces we had traveled together so far.
If I had been an old festival, I might have strained the old man in front of me.
But Run isn't rejected in this just because he's strong. You've been treated so cold because you've caused so much trouble in here, because you've rammed around as a mad warrior, because you've caused so much trouble.
That's what Mountain Water said, because someone who's here now was supposed to be irrevocable.
"I don't want you to stay too long with regard to the other four. Instruct and teach the basics, and also point out the immaturity. Then I want you to leave again."
The old man himself, I suppose, thinks what he's saying is impotent. You think it's a cold response.
But the cause is certainly what the five of us did. Even if it's caused by evil blood, and it's resolved, they're not generous enough to go along with it. That was normal.
"... thank you for the four of us. Thanks, nice to meet you."
Lan was bowing his head to an old man with a tortoise fist.
I understood with a cold head that I should get out of here right away.
Even when I was here, I knew that was what nobody would gain.
"... I'll keep your secret letter, this... I'll let you take care of it"
Festival I stood too.
Even the faces who were taking a short break were ready to leave even as soon as they perceived everything.
If Run can't be here, he can't be here himself.
They don't even want to know what's out there.
"Oh... sorry"
The sun has already gone up. When you get out of there now, you'll also be walking the dark road.
Still, they had decided to leave while caring for the four people they were leaving behind.
The old man was dropping them off with the eyes of seeing something bothering him from the bottom of his heart that would throw him into the [battle to protect the world].
"... we don't care. It doesn't matter how the real best behaves outside of here. You can do whatever you want with that."
The old man dropping it off was recalling an earlier 'prediction of the question'.
The other day, he predicted a future.
If I asked Eckezax what the prediction was, she was very upset.
Whether you call it Occupy or Turtle Armor Fist, or Time Force or Star Blood, its essence remains the same.
It activates unintentionally, but the most useful prediction is when you're asleep.
And the old man, who is already old and short, has dreamed of what will happen to the future not far away.
I predicted what would happen if I asked Eckezax about it, and I never told him that.
I haven't seen anything, I haven't heard anything, I don't talk about anything. I'll decide not to know anything.
The predictor knew that was the smartest and most tireless way to live.
"Stupid?! [Dragon] said he found this world?!
'That was over 10,000 years ago, huh?! You still had a survivor?!
"Those lizards must have shared destiny with that world!
"What if we could have crossed a dimensional storm..."
This world can't be destroyed by their hands, either!
The legendary Mad Warrior, the most powerful divine sword, the dragon that lost the Old World, it doesn't matter.
Nowhere from the beginning is the strength, qi, temper, etc. to associate with such absurdity.
"I'm sick of it."
The old man, who didn't want to know anything, was already trying to forget what he had predicted.