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 I pulled out Asakura, I was crushed between them.

The enemy's gain is a double sword, and the time between them is longer here.

Though I wanted to pull it out and hold it back and keep it between...

I can't afford to regret it.

The sword of the lid sword approached me.

This leg strength, Sword Speed.

Definitely a preacher (monk).

But what? This orbit.

There's a "shiso" in the sword?

Even while I felt it, a sword plunders my cheeks.

It's not like I can't afford it.

You can also see the movement of the opponent.

And yet, for some reason,

I can't react. The body is heavy.

Think later.

If you can see through it, you don't eat it.

Anyway, deal with it here, if you get used to your body!

The left-hand tweezer... sweep.

The right poke...... slips up the morning barn and plays.

You're stretched out, aren't you?

From the top, poke...

It wasn't easy to get in.

For a moment, I was delayed.

Because my eyes peeked from the mask and my gaze crossed.

Read!?

Forced to re-orbit into suspension.

When you pay out, your center of gravity goes down.

To close that gap, I had to rush forward as I slashed it down.

Hit your body and crush between your two swords!

It's a scrupulous move, and it's a dangerous bet.

But besides this now...

Empty swing.

The enemy was taking backsteps.

Take advantage of your jumping power and go out in two steps in time.

Push back, blank.

Undesirable.

The only salvation I could pull back before I slammed Asakura into the bridge board.

Calm down and think about it, it's nothing.

Even as it was being read, the other person's body was stretched out.

There is no way we can launch an effective attack.

There was nothing else we could do to turn ourselves in.

I really don't have the right rhythm.

My body doesn't follow me in reading and cutting, in thinking and feeling.

... so what.

Not if you have a strange stray.

We've succeeded in redoing it.

The "profit" in between is here.

It's supposed to.

Also, they took the first one.

Masked enemies rush in.

I saw each other.

Also, distracted… controlled by the tip of "happening".

In between the two swords, they enter.

Reminds me of Ariel's words.

"Twin swords are swordsmanship of attack. Overwhelmed with temper, he controls his head and folds in close proximity without giving him time to breathe. If they're strong, they'll have to turn to take it, though. If that happens, we'll find a chance in the long and depleted wars.

I was stuck in a pot the enemy thought I was.

It should be.

Hi, that's crazy.

Even though the enemy is psychic and can be overwhelmed with speed.

You're taking control of my flight and you're fighting in my favor.

After we're in time, it's "boring" inappropriately.

If you send one sword and play the other, you can lose your balance with it.

If you're a preacher, it shouldn't collapse so easily.

What's troubling is that you understand your strengths?

When you play it and try to fold it up where it collapses, it jumps right behind you.

I've been packing my time.

Move right, play left.

Nevertheless, it's a light attack.

Why is it so easy to prevent this?

So, another jump?

Let him!

Aim for the leg and put in the payment......

Gone?

That's naturally up there.

Oh, already! I know, but my body's responding dull!

Aimed at my legs, I was about to step in and contract, my body (I want to). Forced to stretch.

Return the blade and slash it up into the air.

I knew it was empty.

We also knew our enemies couldn't afford to attack.

But even if I don't tow it, I'm not going.

Under the moonlight, shake down the sword and shake it up.

A dumb man steps on a bump.

The enemy is wearing a mask and hunting weapons.

I'm more of a valedictorian.

Fourth time.

Exactly, I understand.

This is my, "genius."

In other words, "cut out" is weak.

I'm going to work out quite a bit.

The disconnect between "So what kind of enemy" … the point is, analytical power, there is difficulty.

Still, I understood.

Enemy in front of you, "not layering a decent martial arts workout".

I can't make a difference in time.

Way to swing a double sword, I have a number of patterns of them but have not been able to utilize them as a combination.

"Kill"...... on the contrary, I'm not even wearing the feeling of "punching in".

This is "bending".

No, for the bending, the product is good.

Double sword with a lot, pattern with a room.

Definitely.

"It's a sword dance, isn't it?

My eyes under the mask, they opened.

The strength of that gaze, the coolness.

Unique to Sword Dance, "Eye Strength (From Me)".

Have you learned to be nursed and in a hurry?

Enemy attacks have increased sharpness.

I'm not assuming "murder," dance.

Still a preacher. Its physical capacity is several times greater than that of an ordinary person.

A winding sword wind cleaves away the sticky moisture.

but I can collapse.

Dance is different from martial arts. High center of gravity.

Lack of strength in punching in. There is no "fear".

I know that, too.

Why, note.

I couldn't get a decision from him either.

Though the dumb Ben Kyung disappeared, stepping on without a sense of rhythm.

Now I was "rhythmic" with my enemies.

They were flat together and had stepped on a sword dance.

He felt welcome in the sword-style coolness that plundered him.

"How long have you been playing!

Quite so, a frustrating temper voice.

I came to the medulla oblongata.

I woke up drunk.

Right, Thousand Early.

Is that why my body was heavy?

"Have you finally noticed? Dumb."

Asakura opened her mouth for the first time.