The teacher Mashimura, he grabbed it a thousand years ago.
"A certain (if so) is also a barber. I'd love to give you some guidance.
I wondered what would happen, but that's just the martial arts master.
I won't let it look like I'm going to lose a thousand years early without a hand.
Develop the rigidity of Thousands of Early Years with the moves of Sensei Makimaru.
The desperate offense continues. As for the wind-cut sound that wields the stick, while clearly wielding the wrong sound.
The wildlings, too, just take a look at it.
The loser was......, a stick.
The 3m stick is even bigger than the baseball bat at some point in time.
"If this happens, it won't be a bar workout.
"You seem to be.
"My lord, I heard rumors about Miss Thousand Early Years... this is also outrageous.
"If you let me tell you, Doctor is the one. The samurai who divide it from a thousand early days will not see that.
"Because you can't just lose to someone so young. But the future of the Mel family is bright. Even for me, it's helpful to have a cheap place to work.
The samurai seem to have been switched back on when I thought I'd be depressed to see the outdoor grand showdown.
Those who boast of their power, a thousand early days.
Anyone with moves, tell Dr. Makaburi.
Apply to compete with us first. Thousands of mornings, it seems we are no longer going to deal with the Samurais.
"Thousand Mornings, if anyone says this, let me know. Let me tell His Excellency the General from me.
Sensei Mamimura also incites.
This is going to be a big deal, I was looking at you like some other HR...
When you feel strange signs and turn around, there's a crowd there. Rather, this way, there are more.
"Mr. Hiro, I'd love one.
"Please.
All the young ones. From beginners to see, intermediate at best.
I can't really challenge Chiharu or Mashimura Sensei. I haven't reached the point of showing my arms yet.
Still, at least let "Miss Merle's side" remember her face..., the more such desperation passes on painfully.
It was a voice from Philia that helped me start getting together as part of a zombie movie.
"Gentlemen, spring yang is long. We have plenty of time. Please calm down.
Better behaved together. That's Filia.
Hell, that's what I said and turned around in my eyes...
He was a maid of the Mel family, who lit a suspicious light in his eyes.
"First, I have to be present to determine Mr. Hiro's prowess. Because I need to know what you're capable of.
Oh, Philia, you too.
Even at a time like this, I'm angry where I know what to say.
"It's to see you all in person ~," he said, dirty!
"Lady Filia, in the meantime, I'm going to select an opponent with Mr. Hiro here.
Even the samurai, smile and scatter.
The workout site is what it should be...... it has become a Battle Royale snowflake.
Again, against Filia.
With that being said, this is the first time I've ever faced Phyllia in such a way.
All the philia wand tricks I've ever seen in Kako are "punishments," "scratches," that sort of thing. Just one blow flying sideways.
Straight across from the little filia.
Yeah? Was it this big?
Like it was bigger? No, was it smaller?
Filia stands on the upper level. From the small filia, the big upper stage?
I can barely see the wand I'm supposed to be setting up.
If you can point it straight at me at the height of your gaze, it'll be a dot.
The wand is stretching!
I shake my head desperately and scratch it.
Keep it up, Yokohama.
I can pull my neck in.
The part of the wand that circled, until earlier, was on the root side, comes to pay for his legs.
I can pull my hips in so the baseball player can escape the inner corner ball.
Where the posture floated, a thrust came.
Stick the wooden knife out down and meet with the wand.
I managed to get a distance. Rebuild your posture.
Keep stepping in and swinging the wooden knife down.
Katsu.
I'm just going to take it tight.
Keep it strong. I can't stand small filiahs. It looks painful.
I thought, my body was switched diagonally.
Try to slip the wand on the wooden knife, and a sharp poke stretches.
I have to jump back.
So eh!
From the tip of the cane, on the extension of the poke, it appears that the "light of purification" was being flown.
Direct hit to the face.
"Sorry, it got unexpectedly hot... I mean, I used it.
Originally, they fly it off the tip of the cane as a tracking and pursuit for each blow, or have it put together on the cane as a mounting damage. While using a cane, he also says he may look at the gap and shoot it out of his empty hand.
This is tough.
I can see the spiritual power. Even I can feel it unintentionally, so it should work great against the invisible.
To the hallucinating movements characteristic of caning, to the lightness of the philia, the spiritual power of extraordinary control.
I can't help but find it hard to do in the near future.
So, if we're going to make a distance to identify it, it's more of a pot Philia thinks.
Spiritual bullets... Spiritual bullets, no. If you're as much of an operator as Philia, it's a spiritual shell.
You just have to bathe it without interruption.
"Philia, make it as much as you want. If I pull away from the samurai, my wife will piss me off.
Master Alex lacked attention.
Even if the young lady kept you, it seems that you were satisfied with moving your body.
"You can't lose to Mr. Hiro yet.
Did you give the reason for your satisfaction?
"I obey you, brother-in-law.
A group of samurai who rolled a beginner in one blow surrounds the sleaze and philia.
One of them and I had started typing auditions quickly.
Chiharu and Sensei Mashimura are in the process of selecting a challenger for Master Alex.
The intermediates who plan to compete against me are dealing with the Samurais.
It was just me and Master Alex who were free for a little while.
"I'm not Dr. Mashimura, but I'm a Necromancer. It's a move that even a skilled platoon can't make, that one.
"It seems that your new companion had the ability to capture the structure, the gaps, of things, not the martial arts or command. I was surprised, too.
"With every more associates and subordinates, more can be done. It seems obvious and difficult.
Looking straight at me, Master Alex took over the words.
"You'll be fine with this. I invited the two of you to the Mel family for a reason. Actually......
"My lord general, we've got a discernment.
"I know that these people will be satisfied.
"Mr. Masakami, Thousand Mornings. All right, then we're out.... Hiro, I'll see you later.
"Mr. Hiro, I finished my audition, too. I'm going to take a tour of your game with Mr. Hiro, right?
To that voice of Philia, the eyes of the intermediates diving through the selection of the samurai began to shine in hope.
"I was on your side, too," Alex said.
Even if I was in Japan, I would definitely have been "on that side".
No, I don't know if I even had a chance to be "on that side".
Imitation, like pretending to be their chance, is very impossible.
"Okay. Please.
... the intermediates and I were able to unexpectedly compete with each other.
There may have been times when he was tired of dealing with the Mel family of samurai.
However, as Dr. Maki also pointed out, it is significant that my muscle strength had become a serious strength in the same age. Goddess blessing.
If we get together at last, first of all, we can't lose. It keeps pushing me through.
Since the visual acuity of the motion is also increasing, it is possible to cut through and deflect punches such as sewing gaps.
Looks like I managed to keep the "near Miss Mel's" face.
I could also visit Master Alex's archery.
The object is a one-handed sword.
Sometimes I'm a preacher (monk) and I can't help myself. The technology is, of course, superior.
I knew you were the perfect Superman, you old man.
On one paragraph, I also did an arch with a beginner who recovered from the damage rolled over.
Technically, he's just the right guy for me.
than that.
Exhausted by the pain, he was watching me hang out with the intermediate, their sleaze.
Despair, envy, and still the light upon hope. Eyes that photographed it.
There's no way you can stand it -!
After all, I may be "sweet" in this world.
'Cause assuming I was the "great Mr." of the Mel family, I'd hire them all (? Is that okay?) I probably can't do it.
Then, "If you want me to deal with you, brush your arms! Perhaps it is more right to adopt an" attitude.
No, isn't it?
Philia was also speaking out to the subtle beginners and intermediates.
"That family crest... Active in the Arid River Night Wars, Carlo Duomo's?
"This is my grandson Domenico. I didn't know you remembered to see it.
"Sure, your father was wounded in war, too, and he was dead early.
"You know that too... If the Duke reveals it, he will allow us to inherit without cutting us off.
"Given Carlo's struggle, the loyalty of the Duomo family, it's natural.
"This grace must be..."
"Are you... from the Lee family? It was a struggle, but your original skill is a bow, right?
"Were you prospective!?
"I'm sorry to hear that on this occasion, but I look forward to being with you on the hunt.
"will necessarily dedicate our prey.
"You don't seem to be Mel's Brotherhood. Enthusiastic samurai coming from other houses inspire the whole house. We welcome you.
"We would like to thank you for setting up such a place.
Speak up one after the other.
Those who will not be able to raise their faces, those who will not be able to take their eyes off Philia.
Word spoken at the Gummel family, "get a dead soldier".
It wasn't word play. Philia knows the weight. The history of the house, as a memory of blood.
This is even my youngest daughter, who has never actually been on the battlefield.
"Mel family of martial arts". The tie is unlikely to shake.