The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

I didn't think so.

In stories I've heard so far, elite troops, young admirers.

I thought it must be so cool.

No, actually, from the sensibilities of the King's people, he looks so cool.

But.

The Cathedral Knight costume, for me, was that "no way".

"I think it's just a big deal. It doesn't look good without your physique.

That's why Phyllia was snuffing.

Yes, of the Cathedral Knight, of Calvin Dietrich, in his disguise.

Wearing a bucket, mayonnaise (clothes).

"Defeat the Black Necromancer (Necromancer) and turn white".

That kind of cooking bi-sensitivity, it's not hated in this kingdom. Rather popular.

They don't hate me, but from what I can tell.

It is a grey mayonnaise in a grey bucket.

"My stomach hurts" makes me laugh. but......

It makes me look like an invincible laugh of "one stomach ache".

Increasingly, the other Hate increases. The gaze of his fellow men and the devout Sacred Gods sharpens.

"Hey Hiro, you're too relaxed.

Ariel is going to tighten me up.

"There's plenty of room on the inside of that suit. Dark vessels and flying tools, be careful.

After all, the pink sensibility was unique. Thankfully I get the word.

"No problem. I can hang up that gear.

Asakura is calm.

"Rather, I don't feel the need for us to leave. I'll give you only the spirits and advice to protect yourself, so compete with local power. Don't you think that's the game to be played, Ariel?

"Oh, you call me by name, don't you? Because this is the only serious thing. Yeah, I agree. Hiro, try it alone!

This is the final battle of the day.

Boxing is the same as horse racing. The last game is the main event.

From that corner over there, to a year-long habit, a creepy helmet necromancer, also named for business.

From this corner, a devout holy saint with a family name, belonging to an elite dojo, borrowed the appearance of Temple Night.

Heels and baby face.

There's no way I'm not thrilled.

Go out to the center of the venue and exchange a toast.

Tribute to the judgment of the three.

The presiding judge, the school director, confirmed with a loud voice.

"Serious use of battles, incapacitated. Both parties agree to this condition!

"No!"

"Agree!

"Calvin Dietrich is good because he uses a one-handed sword and a spirit bullet!

"No!"

"Hiro uses a knife, which means he uses a ghost. That's good!

"No! Use only spirituality! Ghosts don't serve!

The venue shudders.

The mouth angle of the school director rises. My eyes open.

"You don't have two words!

"No!"

"Great! Now, both sides, get in position!

Even during the proclamation, Calvin had begun chanting. I'm starting to make spiritual bullets in my hand.

I'm not calling it cowardice. Don't be angry. They don't even have to use ghosts.

"Get started!

Before I packed my time, I turned my face and shot him once.

In the so-called "snap throw".

Shake your head and scratch.

The eye peeking through the bucket head showed a surprising color.

Didn't you know that "spirits, I see ghosts"?

All right, I'll pack the time......

"Ouch!"

In the rear, I heard screams.

Calvin's spiritual bullet hit the audience.

Those without psychic powers do not see spiritual bullets. I can't deal with it.

Even the psychic, weaker than Calvin, cannot do it under cover.

I looked back unexpectedly.

Seeing Calvin again, he was starting to make spiritual bullets again.

You're supposed to be seeing the front of what was going on.

"Hey! The audience is hurt!

"It's bad for you to avoid!

Haa?

"You evil Necromancer! Because of you, I got a bad guy out there! You're the one who's sorry! This is proxy for divine punishment! Avoid it!

Spiritual bullets have grown.

Psychic energy depends on the ride of energy. That's what Chiharu said.

This guy, are you serious...

"There's no way I'm going to hurt you. To that extent.

I didn't even have to ask, I heard a cold morning barn.

I've been thinly spirited just to protect myself.

Mmm.

Set up in eight phases.

Eight-phase or... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

We need to hit back, not baseball.

If you just put your body in the orbit of a spirit bullet, I can do it.

"What's up! Horrible!"

I've provoked it. Spiritual bullets have not yet been molded into spherical form. It's moving erratically.

It's gonna be done by the time you step in, close range, you mean?

Get in that hand.

"I'll wait for you, hurry up and throw!

Out of prospect, Calvin.

Now instead of a snap throw, he shook his shoulders and arms and threw them.

Turn your face still.

Twist your hips from the open stance and shake Asakura in front of you.

Move the weight so that the right foot that was pulling behind you leans against the left foot that is out front.

Nature and Asakura are pushed forward, and the movement alone interrupts the spirit bullet.

Exceptional sharpness.

There must be no more room between them.

Sitting Asakura on his left hip, he runs over.

I've been sticking out my shield. Knight's defense.

The first machete in the first line, you can go on the same track as you severed the bow!

For some reason, I was so sure.

"Yeah, that's the angle." Pink voices echo in the brain.

Okay, no, no, no.

The temper leaked. Naturally, there was a voice.

Swing the knife up from the lower left.

The metal shield Calvin has protruded.

In the lower left corner, cut a quarter.

Uh-oh.

Take another step. Let your stretched hips sink.

Cut back and shake down Asakura, which swung up to the upper part of the stairs.

Decline the upper-right quarter of Calvin's shield.

Run through Calvin's left side and look back, staying in the sinking position.

Calvin lost sight of me for a moment and showed me his back shaking his head from left to right.

Shouldn't you have let him take a sword without rushing through?

"That's just too far off, Hilo. Because we're serious about each other.

Ariel's voice was heard.

Mmm.

Calm down, one at a time, huh? They're heavily equipped.

"Calvin, behind you!

To the voice of the same gate, Calvin looking back.

I've decided not to give you any room!

Run over before you get in shape.

Right. Running through Calvin's left side again.

Clothes like grey mayonnaise containers were torn apart.

Sub-weapons rolled down from inside.

Pink was right.

I went as far as ripping open the chest of metal armor.

Didn't it reach you?

Heavy night of equipment. The torn clothes are wrapped around each other, and the movement is still inhibited.

Still, that timing, which Calvin desperately turned around, coincided with me running over and putting a sideburn in his chest.

Calvin crouched in a squeamish.

Danger!

Modify the orbit. Stretch out your hips and shake the morning barn slightly upward.

The top of the bucket head blows up. I went into a perforated bucket state.

Good.

One tempo already, if Calvin's too late to crouch, he's just in his neck.

The noisy audience, too, after screaming at that one sword, became silent.

We have to stop.

Once you run through, take your distance and look at the referee.

You can't say "until then" from Dr. Tsukahara.

The single-handed sword teacher is... blue-minded and shaking his body.

Please, tell me!

My thoughts are not conveyed.

The presiding schoolmaster......

Arm up and watch the entire game venue. I don't look at this one.

You're telling me this isn't enough...

Calvin got up.

Tear apart clothes, mayonnaise containers that get in the way with your hands.

Remove the perforated bucket head.

On a face that could be described as a good-looking category, I did not see fright.

Distorted by hatred.

I'm still motivated.

I have a one-handed sword.

I have no choice.

Pack each other up and shoot each other with a one-handed sword and Asakura.

Make a comrade.

Calvin is also taller. Heavy equipment knights have excellent muscle strength and weight.

But they're bad. I'm getting a gift from the goddess. There is no enemy.

Push in.

I finally got a look of amazement and fear.

Still push in.

Asakura eats into the one-handed sword.

Breaking both one-handed swords and Calvin taking his hands off the pattern were almost simultaneous.

Wise. If you hadn't run away there, they'd cut your face off.

That's it, right?

That kind of expectation betrayed me again.

Three referees who were right around the corner. As one, I don't speak up.

The one-handed sword teacher just makes the tremors and blues bigger.

The dean shook his shoulder.

From the cuffs of the road clothes, peek into the memorial beads.

I frowned.

……

Sensei Tsukahara, who received my gaze when she was stunned, shook her head in meditation.

Return your gaze.

Calvin was, once again, taking distance and beginning to chant.

Not one of the injuries. I haven't even exhausted my fighting spirit.

There's no way to stop it than to be.

Serious battle.

"The consequences" must be prepared for each other.

That's what the three referees say.

Calvin should be desperately prepared.

I can't afford to give a round hips any more than I am a desperate opponent.

What are we gonna do?

"You're dirty!

Leaked out of Calvin's mouth, but words like that.

I think there's something else. You know that could be the last word I'm gonna say?

"It's all thanks to the knife! Where did you get that unworthy cleavage knife for that matter!

Exactly, there was a backlash to this.

Since sophomore year at Tsukahara Dojo.

"You can't cut metal without moves!

"It's ugly, Calvin! Your armor helmet doesn't even fit!

"Shut up! You coward! Necromancer! Take a righteous blow, take the light of purification! Drop me a knife or something!

I'm not O-net!

Anyway. Finally figured it out.

"Ready to get hit".

This guy didn't have it from the beginning until now.

Then why did you sign up for a serious fight?

The spiritual bullets being formed were much smaller than at the beginning of the game.

I knew you were screwing up somewhat.

... Do you want me to go out with you? That's a big deal.

"Are you going to expose me to any more shame? Stop him from breathing. Hiro, the ugliness doesn't change you. Were you taking a serious battle without being 'ready to kill'?

I heard Asakura.

Flat, as usual tone. But it pierces me cold.

Sorry, Asakura. You're absolutely right.

I just thought they wouldn't kill me, and I wasn't ready to kill them.

But Asakura. He's not worth it enough to get you dirty, is he?

Calvin unleashed a spirit bullet.

Much weaker than Filia. No problem. Take it face-to-face.

... I knew what hurt hurt hurt.

But this doesn't hurt the spirit bullet, I guess.

I thought I'd stir him up, but even though it's ugly, no more.

Silently, place Asakura in front of Tsukahara Sensei.

I'm sorry, it was unprepared for me.

"Sorry, Asakura.

Run over to Calvin. No swordsmanship, nothing, a full dash.

So, drop kick. Roll.

Because of the armor, it's hard to get up when you're out of balance. That is definitely Knight's weakness.

Every time I try to get up, I do the so-called Ya-O-Zakic.

Roll. It's jittery. It takes getting up. It kicks.

Roll. It's jittery. It takes getting up. It kicks. Loop below.

Calvin's stamina runs out faster just for wearing heavy armor.

I just repeated a rough breath and couldn't get up.

"Until then!

The school director spoke up. Relieved, but harsh look.

I'm sorry.

Pick up Asakura and give a toast to Calvin as he rolls.

Tribute to the judgment of the three.

I'm sorry.

I really can't get my face up.

Beginning with Calvin's flashy admission.

In the middle, there is a brilliant martial arts performance in Asakura rather than mine.

And at the end of the day, Gudagda.

I think it was unworthy of the main event.

It was the usual two, Filia and Thousand Early Mornings, who welcomed me first.

"I hope it's not tight. Wasn't there anything else you could have done?

"Thank you for saving my friend's life.

"I wasn't ready, either. Sorry to show you an ugly game.

"Mr. Hiro, be as fierce as the game is now from day to day, a little more. Even to make them ready.

This is it, too, from Philia.

Every person I see tells me.

Meaningful and facial society. Looking weak causes problems in and of itself.

Rayna and Hume at the same gate also welcomed me.

"The other day, my father said with a serious face, didn't he? Don't just piss off Hiro.

"Cut the metal shield. No armor, no helmet. It's amazing.

"More than that, I was afraid of the end. If the other guy who cornered you that far stirred you up like that, you'd be furious and cut off, wouldn't you? Keep it calm, that light. It's not worth putting a knife on. faceless without saying anything. What happens if I piss you off? I don't even know how far I'd get mad if I did it. I might have to reconsider the way we hang out a little bit.

That's the star, Mr. Raina.

But I was wondering if you could keep that in your chest. Because it involves my liking.

"You were confused, weren't you? How can it fit well? It doesn't mean it's not worth putting on a knife, you didn't want to take your life.

Maria, feminine as usual, also seemed to be here to watch the game.

That's what I had in mind, if you say so.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. Mostly as Maria says. I was wondering how I could fit it. That was the result. Yeah."

Oh, that's so cool.

Honestly, I don't know if I should have said that Rayna was right.

"I learned. My family heirloom is also a martial arts technique that doesn't really work for heavily armed opponents...... You should just roll it.

"Speaking of which, you didn't hear. What's Maria's gain?

"Me? Whip.

Maria answers as quickly as possible to make it sound as subtle as possible.

"It's a family heirloom. Because I have a duty to inherit.

Be excused and add quickly.

Magnum swallowed Gokuri and Tsubagami.

It was a breathtaking time for everyone for a moment, so one protruded.

The woman's cold eyes concentrate on Magnum.

Thanksgiving Mag, Forever Mag.

You saved my life. [M]

Really, saved.