Mirror.
The cheats are significantly different from the faces that belong to Arcana.
The power God has given him is extremely simple, a 'sturdy body'.
Block all physical attacks and prevent even magic attacks.
In time, it was a force that possessed quite a bit of physical ability, just as invincible.
No, that was an overstatement.
But at least, the first mirror didn't question any of its strength.
But Shiva beat me to it.
Nothing, tied with rope, just sunk in a pond.
Whether you have a robust flesh or a very high muscle strength, there is no way to be bound and suffocated with rope.
For better or worse, the mirror was frustrated with nothing to do.
Festival Like losing to my mountain water, I was done talking about the extent to which I was even moxibusted.
The mirror, which was originally quite confident, had no choice but to live under Shiva.
"Shiba's wife."
"What?"
"You're fat."
"... say healthy"
A woman with a plump flesh that can't even be described as beautiful in flattery. That was Shiva's wife.
It's a small town there, but still quite a few attractive women. Shiva was popular with such women.
For that, I thought they were bad.
"I don't think she used to be beautiful or anything like that."
"Based on what, I'd like such disrespect"
"Look, your daughter's not cute either"
"... let me tell you that a man parent can be angry, even in fact. I'll get you into the hun of the livestock."
"Hino!?
Neither Shiva's daughter was beautiful in flattery.
There was something healthy and bright, but not enough to highlight.
Instead, if I had the time to grow up, I would look just like my mother, and I didn't see her as a paedophile.
"I know you have dreams about this world. I used to be too, but..."
"But what is it?
"Just because the world is wide doesn't necessarily mean what you do in the wider world is a man's life"
Shiva, like a mirror, had excellent cheats in combat.
But on the other hand, I was a carpenter when it came to work, and I would have done anything if I had been asked to work hard in town.
I didn't mean to be particularly wealthy, I had a boring life.
"Love comedy with a tundra heroine or give up a yandere that pulls down other than the main character...... well that's not all life"
"... I'm shocked Shibo said that."
"Hey...... anyway, I am happy with my life right now and I think I would be happy if I could just bury my bones here like this"
The mirror was helping Shiva.
Few invincible flesh exerted their power, but they were nevertheless quite treasured.
It became quite rewarding when I started remembering even boring work, and even when I came home, I started discussing Shiva and the next day's work.
It was often blamed on Shiva's wife and daughter, and that was the norm.
"Surely my daughter-in-law is not beautiful, and neither is my daughter. In flattery, you won't be a heroine. Maybe I could have been a hero, maybe I could have been a hero."
Dropped by this wide world, I end my life in a small town.
Protect your little family and live in a small house.
Sure, maybe that's not so bad either.
"But... the work is going well and the family is healthy. I'm not particularly taxed, and I don't have any plans for war. I don't like it a lot and I have a lot of patience, but life is like that."
"I don't know..."
"That's not a bad idea. Mirrors."
Not bad, that's a very good thing.
Live a common life everywhere, raising a child who is not particularly talented, with a woman and a belt who is not particularly in love.
I'm sure that's not a bad thing.
And it was just too late.
One day in the right place, all of a sudden, the monsters pushed in from the old world, and the days not bad were over.
Exactly, it's over.
That town, it's over. Whoever lives in that town was supposed to go on no matter who dies, especially after a day like no other.
A boring and mediocre town without one of its specialties.
It was ravaged by the monsters.
Of course Shiva, mirrors, and other men fought desperately, but one head at a time could not beat a number of violence on top of the other strong.
Above all, there were dragons.
Wherever we fled, there were dragons.
The only cheats that can kill dragons alone are Genzo, no Shiba, no mirror, no winning eyes......
All I could do was dawn the land on the monster and run.
Getting stronger, what.
Growth means knowing where you are not.
It was a mirror that initially raised my sturdy body as' absolutely invincible ', but the perception is corrected by losing to Shiva.
The mirror doesn't think it's absolute that I can beat anyone.
I understand that my body is just sturdy.
Of course, the advantage in melee is remarkable.
As Lan just proved, even if you had the ability to self-regenerate, it takes time to heal, even just for a moment.
So much so that I no longer know what it means to talk about how much that moment is an order.
In that regard, the mirror is winning.
Since you will not be injured or suffer any pain, you will not be delayed in any way if attacked by the opponent.
The Mad Warrior restores in an instant, but the mirror doesn't even take a moment.
(But then you can't win!
Simple story, like those who have challenged her before, if she gets kicked or pushed with the palm bottom, she falls straight off the stage.
Of course I won't die or get hurt, but I'm not willing to confirm that if I think about what happened to Easter just now.
Lan tries to show his strength advantage after boosting the battle, but that was the only addendum.
(I have to win!
As Lan showed, there are weaknesses in the ability of mad warriors to learn.
Once you learn, you'll respond instantly, but if you can compete 'once' in battle, it means you won't be able to respond in time.
It is not a prediction or a reading mind, it is only a reflection and response based on past experiences.
If so, you can't do the right thing against a completely unknown attack.
"Ugh!
Run's blow approaches his face. The mirror is equipped with a dagger, so it was in between for each other's attacks to pass.
Normally, it dodges or performs defense, but the mirror dares not flicker.
Run's fist hit him straight, softening his silver-burning hair.
The fist is destroyed bone-by-bone by her own power.
Slightly pushed in, but the mirror hasn't suffered any pain or injury.
(This is the only place!
The mirror knows perfectly well that my invincibility is not absolute.
That's why I was betting on this blow.
Grab the fist, its arm, its sleeve that is hitting you directly in the face.
On top of that I let go of my dagger and grabbed Run's clothes, around my chest.
(No next time, we decide here!
If Lan understands his invincibility, he'll either make him fall or put him out of the field with that power.
But this moment alone has nothing to do with it.
A few moments before her fist heals and a few moments before she understands what the mirror has done, the mirror takes full ownership.
And even if Lan was an immortal monster and boasted much more monstrosity and agility than himself.
This' game 'is a win if you put your back on.
"No, no, no!
Turn your back on the run as you drop your hips and lift your hips as you pull your arms from it.
It was a judo move, knowing that mirrors don't exist in this world.
Assuming the opponent is wearing clothes, throwing the opponent and letting him fall, a move to have his back on the ground.
It was effective in killing each other, and also in this game. Extremely effective, it was a decisive move.
As long as Eckezaks did not rely, the mirror victory did not loose.
It was a victory that was never in violation of the provisions, rather in line with the provisions.
"Oops."
If that's really an unknown (...) move for Lan, or it could have been established too.
But while the run was being thrown, he twisted himself in the air and landed on both legs, not from his back.
"... Huh?
"In return."
The problem for the mirror was how to approach and grab the sleeve and collar.
If I succeeded in that, I thought I could throw and win the rest.
The sleeves and collar were taken, and the throw was decided beautifully.
But there was no response to the victory.
Of a falling in love mirror, the run grabs its sleeve and collar in reverse.
And the mirror was amazingly perfect, returning one back to me.
"Huh?"
Unexpectedly, he was passive in vain on the stone stage.
It was unnecessary for a mirror with an invincible flesh, a familiar reception.
But what it means, he needs a few moments to understand.
And the provisions of the match do not require his understanding.
Not everyone saw the offense to this point, but the more obvious anyone could see, the back of the mirror touched the stone stage.
"There's a battle! Winner, Silver Ghost Fist Run!
Without having to wait for Eckezax's decision, the audience was aware that the mirror had been defeated, as had previous challengers.
Run was not off-site, never put his back on stage, and on the contrary, he was knocking down the mirror.
Exactly, it was an unpleasant settlement.
"Ma, wait!
But still, the mirror is not convinced.
Unexpectedly for the mirror, Lan was making a move that assumed a throwing move.
"You know Judo?!
"What's that?
In response to the mirror question, Lan was listening back with vegetables.
"All I know is a fisting technique called sake song fisting. There was a move that looked a lot like yours, so I just could handle it."
What was decidedly unlucky for the mirror was that Run was from inside the tempera.
She has seen a wide variety of tempera ten fists from a young age, and thus can roughly guess just looking at the structure when it comes to moves similar to tempera ten fists.
Because of the presence of a liquor song fist resembling Judo, he had already guessed everything at the time he grabbed Lan's sleeve and chest.
Again, I guess I can say this is confusing.
And then I said, "Well, I knew your body was sturdy."
"Huh?!
"I was getting a report from someone who was watching your game in the qualifying round."
……
Nevertheless, I did not know how sturdy it was.
I tried to punch him and felt a handful close to four vessel fists, so at that point I had given up defeating him with a blow.
I just threw it back, so I threw it back as a reward.
If you try to run it, it's to that extent.
"No... no!
"You think it's cowardly? It's not cowardly of me to throw you back, just as you tried to throw me back. And..."
Already recovering, Lan had told of his cruelty as he licked the blood of his fist.
"It is not cowardly for me to look into you beforehand and work out measures so that you were not cowardly enough to work out my measures, which are silver ghost fists"
He was telling me something very, very sincere and sincere.
"Back off if you know what I mean, there's about twenty more left."
Lan had looked into the mirror very seriously beforehand and had shown its results.
That's also arguably organizational strength.
The mirror could not do much, and the defeat was decided.
The run had also ended promptly in another short-term showdown, as he aimed for a short-term showdown by thoroughly avoiding the victory and the offense as much as possible.
It goes without saying that it is far from what he calls' hang on to the rock '.
But the words of protest didn't come to mind.
This was the only operation.
Given my characteristics and those of my opponent, there was no other hand I could hit.
In retrospect, I can't even think of a next good.
But still, it didn't make sense.
The other person didn't use some vile hand.
They just saw what they tried to do, what they did as they were.
Nevertheless, the mirror had made a serious defeat.
"It's cheating... you know, what are you gonna do... like this"
Cheat ability means' cheating ability '.
The mirror that housed it was putting itself on the shelf and complaining about the girl who was just a 'genius in genius'.
"You're saying I didn't have a chance to win from the start!
"What a fool."
I'm not going to hang out with you any more, Lan replies.
After finding out that the mirror in front of him had something special, he answered, taking it for granted.
"This is, for me, 'a battle you'll never lose'"
I was very serious about answering without being ashamed of anything.
"Isn't it natural to do everything you can to win?
Provisions are laid down beforehand, and both the opponent and his order are determined.
Then both sides will work out measures. That will be the natural sentiment of those who will come to the Match.
If that is the privilege on the part of the challenger......
"You thought I was stupid?