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.

When we first met, Philia was one girl.

It was three months after she traveled that she found out she was a direct line of the Greater Mel family.

I've never been afraid of Philia in a sense of power.

I've never remembered anything like reluctance, fright, or shyness.

Game day.

I felt the sight that anyone turning Philia against the enemy would see.

I gave my thoughts to the meticulousness of the care that Filia was handing out when facing one human being.

spectator seats in the stadium, half of which were vacant.

All the students at the school are lined up behind the philia.

Behind me, students don't exist. As one person.

I learned the illusion, as if the entire school had turned to the enemy.

If you reveal the seeds.

It's not like the students beat Philia.

For purely safety reasons.

Equipped with sea dragon armor, set up the demon knife/Asakura on the upper level.

This game is a serious one.

At the end of the gaze opposite, Domenico Duomo and Claire Sharpe.

It solidifies the left and right of the filia.

Again, he was allowed to participate from outside the school just in case.

And Philia.

Hands in front of my chest, mindful of something all at once.

Over her, huge spiritual bullets were forming.

The same thing that purified the evil spirits of the Tine River.

Unlike two years ago, there are no dead people around. It is not an environment in which spirits are abundantly supplied.

Still, it formed a spirit bullet the same size as then.

Unlike two years ago, Claire beside him did not list a spiritual wand/"What to Adjust (Harmonizer)".

Still, it maintained a more neat spherical shape than then.

Philia opens her eyes.

I loosened the arm I was putting together.

Same as then.

Spirit bullets slowly fall towards me.

While accelerating, it falls.

If I can make both decisions, I win.

Without killing me, if I'm blown away by a spirit bullet, Philia wins.

That is the rule of this serious battle.

I released the demon to its fullest, Asakura.

The spirits of the ghosts, tame with my temper.

Follow the pink instructions and get mixed.

Sharpen nine feet long and two feet wide.

I felt the "going" of the bladed spirit extend fourfold.

Spiritual bullets are already in front of us.

Gently swing the blade down according to the mould you have been arching.

Ripped spiritual bullets, keep moving forward.

It wraps around me.

My vision was covered in white.

Again, I saw a running light.

Family appearance. Friend's face. Her first love.

Philia must have seen it, too.

Still, what shakes my heart, it was gone.

I just think once and for all, I'll just slash it.

Loosen up, he punches the blade down.

Vision opened.

The running light goes out.

The time that seemed to have stopped moves.

I felt signs of sword-style behind my back when I took the remnants.

Double-cut chunks of spirituality are being dimensioned.

To Tsukahara Sensei. To Masaki Sensei and Matsuoka Sensei. To Master Li.

Philia recovers the spirits that fill the field.

There was also no need to support the back of the filia listed in "What to Adjust (Harmonizer)".

Return to the brothers and sisters who were specifically allowed to watch.

Peter takes the dragon's armor off of me without saying anything.

That's what a graduate does.

Yul was eyeing the excitement.

Even if you can't see the spirit, you're a boy who understands the correctness of the blade muscle.

If you saw the sword dance played behind my back, you would have understood what the sword was dealing with.

Akaius, who still can't see the spirit, didn't even put his emotions on his attitude.

"Is the scarlet full-body armor that just came out, Mr. Chiharu? It's been two years, but you're raising your arms again.

"I can't measure your arm unless I see a battle with Mr. Chiharu", or?

He tells me.

I'm not the only one who tried a thousand years ago.

The boy who kept trying was also raising his hand for the last chance.

but again, it didn't extend.

Magnum running around shooting two pistols indiscriminately.

Thousands of early days chasing spiritual bullets.

Magnum hated the adhesive state.

Magnum stopped his leg and punched his fist down with all his might.

Thousands of early-warning helmets made of sea dragon scales were caught.

Thousands of mornings mellow. Students flatter.

I bought Magnum's heart when I stopped and tried to compete, so I took it anyway.

Full positive fist thrust to give its heart an answer.

Old Master Li flies the stick. Between his fist and the torso that Magnum wore, he gets sucked in.

The stick is shattered, a hole in the torso circle, and the giant is blown away.

Sensei Makimaru and Sensei Reinen took what should be tapped against the wall of the stadium.

Acaius turns me around.

"Magnum's main realm is shooting. If it's a melee, I'm better up there.

Akaius shows a small surprise in a tone so flat that neither I nor I thought I would see it.

"Have some martial arts.

There had been some changes in his eyes that he had said so.

There were even guests at this day's game.

Needless to say, I am His Excellency General Alexandre de Mel of the North.

Master Sophia is absent. Here, I'm holding off on carriage travel.

Parental deputies came to see how Philia was doing and how the adjunct was finishing.

That was supposed to happen.

This day, the final battle.

During a thousand early games with me, Master Alex came down to the venue.

"It would be better if you had more manpower," he said.

The presiding judge is the dean of the school.

The deputy judges are Professor Tsukahara and Master Li.

A battle with wooden weapons, fitted with protective equipment from both sides.

However, I am allowed to "carry" Asakura.

Chiharu didn't take the weapon in his hand.

Around the perimeter, Dr. Mashimura, Dr. Matsuoka, and Dr. Reinen, as well as Philia and Magnum, were placed.

Because when something happens, you need to stop it.

"Do you want me to play those games at school?

The school director was responding with a laugh to Alex, who joins that group with a bitter smile.

A courtesy in the front.

Give each other a bow of grace for a given position.

Thousands of early appearances facing each other as opponents looked big.

It is familiar but therefore tends to be forgotten, but I know it again.

Thousands of mornings again, that it is the corner of genius.

That he is definitely going to accomplish something, like Alex and Integra.

No, is this the extra thought?

If you're going to face each other as opponents, all you need to think about is winning.

Place it in the front eye.

Three steps, pack in between and stop.

I'm a thousand years inferior in strength.

If it was meant to be, I wouldn't even grab the thread of victory if I didn't take the lead and set it up from here.

but.

Today, this is a wooden knife, and the other one is karate.

It is not a "Kendo Triple Stage" but it can be countered by the benefit of intermission.

Thousands of early appearances suddenly grew bigger.

It's a unique walking method of the Innocence that reduces the signs of foot movement, and it's packed between them.

That speed slows down.

My arrangement with the type archery does not extend to Matsuoka Sensei, but the gap is still small.

In order to identify the "dots" and get there correctly, we have to slow down.

Strengthens the body with the psychic powers of a preacher (monk) and moves more than twice as fast as an ordinary person.

That's one of the factors underpinning the strength of a thousand years ago.

I succeeded in killing that "profit".

Still, Chiharu, when he does, he packs between them.

The right fist, thickly covered in spirits, protrudes.

Push the wooden knife in correctly.

Fists are stretched out to the throats of thousands of early years, shredding the spirits that cover their arms without resistance.

Thousand mornings I stepped further into my right leg and stood on my half.

With your left hand, protect your throat.

Play the wooden knife, capture it, or crush it...

Advance your body further on it and attempt to penetrate your right fist.

The wooden knife also cleaves the spirit that covers his left hand.

It's impossible to prevent this penetration.

Even if you can protect your throat, it will cause significant damage to your left hand.

Thousands of years ago, it can't be impossible to tell the difference.

Big, bouncing sideways.

The wooden knife I poked, but I couldn't let the preacher reach me if I was jumped to the full extent of my power, early in the day.

Only use your left hand. Still, I could create a rift in the hand made of sea dragon scales.

Again, face it.

From here, pack between.

Capture a thousand early appearances across the horizon and explore the "dots".

Raise a wooden knife and put a twig in its "dot".

My rate of entry is never fast either.

From a thousand early days dealing with Master Li on a daily basis, it should look like something "lukewarm".

Still, I just have to punch in. Because that's the only way to win.

Chiharu turns his body obliquely and squeezes his gizzard.

That's predicted, too.

Stopping the giraffe on the way, turning the track into a thrust...

No Thousands Early!?

"Downstairs!

I heard a pink voice.

Thousand mornings, with his body obliquely, he slipped in and packed it in between.

The three-foot "interest" has already been erased.

Then come. Absolutely. Will you make it!?

Try to throw out half the wooden knife and slash it down.

Not to attack.

My advice, Thousand Early Knees flew in.

Behind you, get yourself out of the way.

The wooden knife prevented it from hitting me as I rotated down from my knee. No, I couldn't prevent it.

The spinning kick is crushing the wooden knife, and it's stretching out my face.

Breathing stops at wind pressure.

One hair at a time, jumping back.

Without an intermission at the point of occurrence and attenuation by the wooden knife, my body would have danced through the universe.

Dr. Tsukahara threw in a replacement wooden knife.

In the meantime, take the water moon.

Thousands of early intentions were frustrated when they were trying to chase where they lost their wooden knives.

Every time, we were to confront each other. A few steps in between.

Understood.

I have poor arms, even if I can protect them, I won't be able to cut them off and take one from Thousand Mornings.

Even Thousand Mornings, which is inferior to the interest of time, can play the offense, but to take one from me that consolidates the defense, doesn't make it.

As it is, I just glue it.

If that's the case.

Walk in circles as you confront each other.

Little by little, spreading the time.

Thoughts were unanimous.

Breathe together, it's like stepping on a dance, a few beats.

Again, Chiharu, it was beautiful.

Return to the distance at the start of the match.

Thousand Earlier, take back the setup.

I'll be right in the eye, too.

Both sides set it up together.

That's the only way to put on a battle.

"" No!

Run over to each other, at full speed.

It's not like me two years ago.

Don't just turn around, it's not.

Even if you run at full speed, you can pack between them correctly.

In an effort to eliminate the disadvantage of intermission, Chiharu has concentrated his spirituality on his right arm, sticking out to remain a large chunk.

When I dealt with Taro Takida and the familiar type.

It was several times the size of it.

Grasp the wooden knife correctly and cleave its spirits.

Insert your body into the gap and aim for a single point.

My left vision is turning white.

Spirituality is coming to me.

Again, I see a running light.

Thousands of hours ago, my eyes met. Oh, you're seeing it, aren't you?

The right sight opened.

I lost my spiritual defense.

"Until then!

My wooden knife was simulated on a thousand early necks.

Thousands of early fists didn't reach me.