Second, I remember something.
When I fought Lloyd, I was pissed that I wasn't eating carrots.
I guess so, because I didn't come prepared for it.
I wasn't sure I'd win unharmed, but I was simply not a fluent.
But even if I was prepared to martyr in the fashion, I could say I wasn't prepared to run to win until I abandoned the fashion.
In contrast, the one you're cutting now, that's the one you can't afford to stick to the fashion.
In the end, it's just bullshit that even a training course can make you endlessly stronger.
There are limits no matter how, beyond the fact that swordsmanship is only a means of moving the body efficiently.
There is a headwind in any field or technology so that the form of short distance walking never gets close to the theoretical value but never crosses it.
I know how hard it is right now.
The technology of the sword is unlimited to a hundred.
If so, other elements separate wins and losses.
The knife itself in your hand is almost mutually reinforcing.
Physical ability is won by the opponent by the reproduction of divine descent.
If the skills are comparable, the difference in physical abilities becomes historical.
So what am I beating him?
If you don't show me that, I won't win.
"Whoa!"
I felt a spark scattered.
Of course it's my fault.
Me and Gallu were fighting a normal battle in a way.
My arms are getting weaker and weaker, they're becoming useless.
I have to take it thoroughly, and I can't fight back.
Even if the angle is adjusted to relieve the force, an excessive strain is placed on the arm.
Literal power differences are hunting me down.
If I'm the protagonist here, I guess I conveniently have a weakness for them and put it on there.
But I guess it's sad, the opponent is using the divine descent.
Even if the body itself changes, the skill will not diminish at all.
The strengthening of the flesh has made the moves cluttered, or nothing like that.
No, the more I'm happy, the more I've reached the edge of my sword.
"Often, Shinogu!
"Oh, my God, not yet!
Gallu's punch in is sharp, heavy, and fast.
My sword-grabbing arm is losing more and more power.
"Qigong Sword Method, Numerous Beads Belt"
"... well, still appreciate it!
Connect your hand with the pattern you are holding.
My grip keeps dropping.
muscles, joints, and skeletons.
They wear out more and more.
Pain is not just pain, it's just the brain sensing physical damage.
Even if you erase the pain, that's just ignoring physical damage.
So I don't have it anymore.
The opponent's limit is close, but this one is closer.
……
"Gu!"
I keep it shallow, but my body is engraved with scratches.
The meat, the skin, keeps turning to stone.
Even slashed clothes become stone, increasing the weight.
In the sense of a double triple, the body is shredded.
I see, boulders are swords to deal with Mr. Fuukei.
Even if I had eaten ginseng fruit, I wouldn't have been able to regenerate my body.
Though, you might as well have eaten the pan peaches.
No, if I had also eaten carrot results, I might have been able to treat muscle and skeletal strains.
Even more laughter comes to mind when I think about what to do.
"What's wrong?!
Finally, one arm was dropped.
Not a drop of blood fell on the ground and a severed hand halfway between his wrist and elbow.
It became a stone to the immediate vicinity of the hinge, and the cutting surface was like a stuck murder weapon.
"I've lived five hundred years..."
Power, shock legs.
Heavy duty.
"Now I just laughed at my immaturity!
By dropping one of my arms, the opponent will be one hand behind.
I won't come down with my connected arm and let Gallu take it.
I could blow it off for once, but my arm is finally at its limit.
When I photograph it in my sight, it's already beautifully discolored.
"Immature..."
The blown up Gallu didn't rush the battle though.
He's getting some disturbed breathing, putting up a sword and putting himself in shape.
I see, so you're wary of me going in unimpeded.
If it does become a riot, it could be slashed with my sword.
So far, we have not been able to perform any function other than to meet with the Jade Blood Knife, but in some cases, just touching it can be fatal.
"It's a short life from your point of view, but I've beaten the mighty enemies more than once"
younger looking face, but that look has definite force.
Or you'll look older than your master or me. Neither is old.
"Sometimes there's been a battle in an instant, but sometimes it's not"
The signs in him were slightly shaky.
Of course I don't know the signs due to the catchment method, but my expression was shaking.
I'm fixing that.
By talking quietly inside your own chest.
"Some were afraid, and some were angry. You're laughing."
"It's fun, so I'm happy to laugh. That's all."
"Aren't you afraid to die? If you're a immortal who can live forever, don't you hate being killed?
Nowhere, like forever.
At least, it's nowhere in this universe.
And I didn't want that from the beginning.
"You can die today, I've always lived with that in mind"
Pretty big time opened up.
I only swung big with one hand.
It's called being in charge.
The other arm with a missing tip from the elbow moves forward to balance.
"Of course, you can kill me. If you can kill me, that's fine."
"You're strong... it's boring"
A sort of anomaly fills the world.
His monologues were shared by swordsmen and immortals.
"You are the subordinate of a resentful enemy. It would have been nice if the wicked hadn't been decentralized, and the overwhelming tyranny. But... you are a swordsman with the highest level of mind and skill. Even if that's what it looks like at the end of a long time, you're honorable."
I kind of get it.
Everyone sees a swordsman named me.
Everyone sees a fairy named me.
"If everyone, like you, can show their respect for the drill without fear without hating it. Must be great."
Strays disappear from the look on his face.
I didn't intend to share it from the beginning, nor did I have a grandmother tongue of recognition in the first place.
I just wanted results.
"I can't help but slay you like that."
He stood in the middle and was still releasing a temper that seemed to storm.
"Maybe you're the ideal swordsman. Maybe everyone should go for you. Maybe you have the character and character you deserve as the strongest."
The last offense begins.
That's what I thought.
Well, I'm already blurry, and assuming I switch to a protracted battle now, I won't win.
Stoned body, clothes, very heavy.
"I don't have to be the strongest. I want to beat you, whatever means you use."
"That's the same thing with me, my enemy."
The truth is, I want to get along with him, too.
We don't just want to kill each other once, we want to play games again and again.
We want to raise disciples from each other and let them compete.
But I'm sure it won't please him.
More importantly, I don't have that power.
What the master aspired to is a beautiful ideal.
I was able to embody it.
But that is only the ultimate goal, and the purpose we want to achieve if we can.
"More than a vision of a worthy and honorable ideal entrusted to me by my master, more than a tribute to you, a strong swordsman who has reached his strongest"
There is the least that must be done to make a living in a martial arts despicable.
"The desire to beat you is stronger"
Against the enemy in front of you, go to win with all your might.
If you can't do that, it's not a martial arts before your ideals.
That is the minimum foundation and the most important thing.
"I'll kill you."
……
Gallu comes packing his time as he pushes the gravel over with his slippery feet.
I'm not going to fight here, but I don't think I'm going to settle for the big move.
They're after my life only politely, surely.
"... you're the one I want to defeat."
Or, as I put my swordsman through this hand.
By slashing and killing me, he was probably going to expose himself to Master Suibok.
Throw it away already, and Gallu moves on.
Twitching, old game hauling.
Nasty, but beautiful graceful standing behavior.
Only, he wants to settle with swordsmanship.
From the midsection structure, a midsection penetration into the torso.
That's what I'm going to finish.
No, it sucks. I'm going to regret taking the knife.
"Swimbok......"
"Master Kacho, battle is battle. Until we settle, we can't get our hands on it."
It was superb time.
Die or kill.
The opponent is twitching and attacking without alarm, crushing the possibility of this one reversing.
Part of my body dies stoned.
I see, what a fantastic development.
"Because it's the last filling, it's a complete, disk stone cover. Really good..."
I can hear my master.
Yeah, I'm on the biggest alert against me with the knife.
On top of that, I was going to outdo it.
"Gallu...... we're almost there"
I heard Goku.
For him, too, it's the moment I've been waiting for.
If you take me down, you'll be able to fight the Master of Fate this time.
So far, Gallu has overwhelmed me.
Gallu is catching up with me without any danger.
Even if my master is on top of me, you'll feel winning enough.
Makes me think so, I'm sorry for my immaturity.
With the help of my master and the Great Heavenly Dog, I have this body.
That would mean that Goku and Gallu were ready.
"... something"
Soon, we'll be in between spikes.
As of the posture of both sides, the settlement may no longer be in place.
While Gallu was wondering about my posture, he seemed as confident as he could handle it no matter how it moved.
Well, I guess so. I'm in too bad shape.
The orbit is too different between the mid-stage penetration from the mid-stage structure and the large swing from the state in charge.
And the other guy is faster, stronger, stiffer.
I can't get an effective blow outside of my right arm.
In that situation, both right arms are in charge. It's an indefensible posture, and no matter how you move, your opponent will kill me first.
Still, I'm twitching and attacking because I'm on guard.
No, it's really something you're fighting an amazing swordsman.
"Is there anything left to say?"
"Nothing."
"So what do you think now?
I'll be honest with you.
I'm getting stronger.
I've fought so far against the master in front of me.
I was able to fight without being disappointed by a master who had grown stronger since I made the contraindication.
I'm strong.
I could be a swordsman comparable to the Gallu in front of me.
"Good to see you."
"You're real. Stay real...... kill"
Here, read 'The Machine' again.
Oh, speaking of desks.
'No matter how fast, if you have a long preliminary motion before the attack starts, you can handle it once and for all. But without any preliminary motion, it's easy to get punched in the void, and above all, I don't feel comfortable. I can't read "The Machine."
"No matter how fast the attack itself was, it doesn't hit anything by informing the target in advance of the attack. Well, if they have the calm of mind to judge calmly, that's the story. '
Reminds me what a great mentor I was.
Yes, I've been eyeing from the top...
Whoo!
The pounding motion began.
Without any preliminary motion, a very clean spike began.
Even if I only had a knife made of normal iron, it would pierce me lightly.
Against that kind of spike, I...
"Power."
I know my weaknesses.
Sure, I can totally read the desk, but I know that's never omnipotent.
Then there should have been something that Gallu, the equivalent, could not even read.
And the arm I was slashed on was my right arm.
Yes, it was a right arm already amputated by Lloyd and prosthetic.
Totally complete, no preliminary motion.
Already from the beginning, the 'arms' set their aim.
Yes, from the petrified right hinge up ahead, it was a treasure from the beginning.
That meant that you could 'eject' it if you pushed it off with force.
Whoo!
Speaking of Galius, who is as skilled as I am, we are not fully prepared to deal with situations beyond the realm of physical surgery.
Still, the senses and thoughts, judgments and actions are perfectly consistent.
Gallu's choice is extremely simple.
It was about getting ready for damage and sticking it in.
That would be true, the point is, I just flew it with vigour, a clump of stone that's stuck.
Such a thing boasts more defense than hard work, it doesn't even make sense to Gallu today.
Well, I never aimed at my face to avoid becoming unnatural.
The target was the torso.
If so, then it's still right to stick it in.
"... crap?!
But that is correctness in the context of 'his knowledge'.
'Don't move, Saiga. One point you've been poked at is the steeple in the divine descent. If you can't, you're dead! But... how did you know the steeple!
'I saw the divine descent yesterday, too. If you look at that, you can see the main point of the force used for the divine descent'
"... you monsters. But as a warrior, I don't admire you. Kensei, you are right and strongest. '
If the bony bone is a reproduction of divinity, I already know it.
Beyond being the same technique, I am familiar with steeples without having to read the signs.
If you go all the way into the hardness, that's like going from yourself to the steeple.
But he doesn't know that.
Maybe there's some special effect to the attack right now.
He doesn't know if he has serious sequelae as it is.
Even if the senses and thoughts, judgments and actions are connected, I can't act correctly on what I don't know no matter how I raise them.
Whether it was due to treasure or his own technique, Gallu, defenseless to the steeple, was about to unravel his fortification.
But what was more deadly than that was that his spike was about to stop.
Take the opportunity away from each other, in an extreme moment it becomes deadly.
Knowing that, Gallu therefore tries to continue his spike, even if he is forced to.
I'm the one who's hurt, and Gallu's the one who's unwell.
And it's Gallu's side that runs out of leeway. If so, this is the only place.
"Strike, shock leg"
That was the same for me.
Pull here, but what you get is not victory.
If that's what you're going to do, that's what I've entrusted to my master from the beginning.
Blast the soles of your feet while leaning forward on this unnatural system.
That's not what the weight got through, nor is it a posture that naturally cages strength.
While falling to the front, he wields the sword he bears in a huge mess, forcing his body to twist.
Naturally, if you don't come down with the sword in front of you, it touches the ground.
On the contrary, it would be stabbed and buried. Whatever famous sword it was.
Even if it was a magically enhanced sword.
That's if you make an exception for Gallu's knife reinforced with ball-blood or my knife bladed with a void.
"Ugh... gu"
Keeping his belly down, Gallu squatted.
And I rolled unnecessarily on the gravel.
"... did you know"
"Yeah, I knew that."
Certainly a life-threatening battle, Gallu would be much better off if he had the experience.
That's why I was able to fight without fear of pain.
But that ended badly.
"... and well, I don't know how big the world is. I don't know what this knife will actually do."
"I want this sword to teach me the breadth of the world."
He didn't understand the technique he was using so deeply. He probably only thought it was a breakthrough treasure, fuel efficient and highly effective.
Or maybe it's something Goku, who made it, had to look into properly.
"I've never heard of human bones, but I know all the techniques that were reproduced by them."
Even if you fight the same opponent all the time, you just specialize.
To put it badly, I'm just used to it. Then the sight will never spread.
"Differences in experience have divided wins and losses."
"... right, that's not all"
Gallu, who became a human figure, sat up on gravel.
Naturally (...), there is no 'bleeding' from him.
I'm not bleeding either, so there's no blood scattered throughout the shrine.
"I was going to stab him in the stomach, but I guess he lost when he intended to stab me in the stomach"
"No, no... from the amount of air and blood, it must have been the limit"
"Enough with the rhetoric."
Unscratchy wounds, he began to deliver the jade blood sword to the sheath of his curse.
Along with that, I also manage to deliver a knife to the sheath of my hips with my left hand.
The battle, which began by pulling out a sword, is about to end with the delivery of a sword.
"... is there anything left to say?
"... Goku"
Almost, the knife fits into the sheath.
At that time, the strongest swordsman was speaking to each other.
"Sorry."
"... no, you did a great job"
I've noticed, you can say.
Goku was also sitting back.
I was somehow guessing what that meant.
"You made me a knife I could meet with that knife. That should have been enough."
"... we should have looked into it better. By the time I found out I was a shrinking subject, I thought I could do this."
I was breathing with Gallu.
And I remember Lloyd the other day.
Why didn't you eat ginseng fruit?
I could only say that was because it was a fluke, but that settlement came about because I wasn't eating ginseng fruit.
If I had eaten ginseng fruit, Lloyd wouldn't have tried to settle for it on that occasion.
I don't know until I'm done trying to figure out if something was right.
The fact that I didn't heal my right hand or leave my prosthetic arm was good as a result.
Because I stood around.
Judgment must be harnessed.
In any way, without regret.
"Thanks"
"... oh, welcome"
The contraindication knife fell into the sheath at the same time.
This makes Gallu and Goku complete stones at the same time.
At the same time, only Gallu fell to the ground in two straight from his hip area.
"Great Tengu (O-tengu) Stream Exam (Shigeru), Void Knife (Kokuuru) Slashing (Zanzyu)"
The two right arms are a treasure that possesses the outside power of this world.
That means you're interfering from the outside of this world, into this world.
"Xiangxiang Yajing", "Xiangxiang Night Rain"
This is what a different dimension means.
This knife will not make you appear until you have delivered the slashed facts to your sheath.
"Kong Kongo" Boneless "Mukotsu"!