The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

Nagare's secret, Bukku Hiraku, burst into Akechi, who took the immovable position.

Akechi called it a breakdown and assumed he could win if he didn't move a step from the spot and even set the lead. But that was pointless in front of Nagare.

Whatever you want to do, Nagare is a cheerful move that boasts exceptional suction, and you can inhale as much as you want. If you don't move, you just have to move it.

And with the momentum of the blast intact, the flesh of Akechi slammed to the ground - crushed, crushed, crushed, crushed!

In other words, it is splendidly shattered. If we do this on Earth, there's going to be a lot of fuss about a little detective wearing these glasses or a student detective who wants to be named after something, but even so, the case will probably go into the labyrinth.

As perfect as that is Nagare's temperament.

That said, Nagare didn't do this with the intention of stabbing Todome in Akechi.

Now scattered pieces of meat have already begun to come together in one place, and the missing pieces are trying to regenerate and make up for the cells. Boulder immortality is not Dade.

I'm just not sure if that's good luck or bad luck for Akechi.

"And I thought I was going to die... I thought I was going to die - ooh!

"No, you usually die"

Flem is also oddly calm about the scratch on Akechi.

"Damn, this is my perfect psychosis. Shit! I don't even know how to make such a secret!

"There seems to be some mistake, but I did use some secret moves now, but I can do as much else as I want."

"What?"

Akechi's eyebrows bounced pickly at Nagare's remarks.

"Did you say that? You did say that! Then if you can do it, do it! But don't say a word to a man! Naturally, no moves now!

"Isn't he ashamed to say it?

"... perfect shame"

Peach and Bitchet turn their chilling eyes zero towards Akechi.

While I do say all that perfection and perfection, this is pretty ugly.

"Come on! Now it's torn."

Then you decide the rules on your own, once you get away from them, you take the immovable set up again.

"Oh, boy. - I think it's pointless."

Nagare whines in a sigh mix, but seems willing to hang out with her for now.

Relative to Akechi, he began to move slowly, looking at Akechi, who did not make it slight again, instantly appearing in front of Akechi, and slapping his hands on its chest.

But at the same time Akechi grabs Nagare's wrist and hoists her nibble and mouth angle. I may have thought of moving from here to a return move - at that moment the epidermis of Akechi developed blisters, but it bulged all over the body and, moreover, became enlarged at high speeds, pampered! The whole body of Akechi flew away with the sound of

"Now I applied qi through my palms, bleeding and forcing the blood flow to accelerate. In addition, the temperatures have risen as a result of the temperatures, and by allowing the magma to simmer, the blood has swelled all over your body, destroying you from the inside, as it is now."

"Gu, ha, ha..."

Despite the needle on the balloon that swelled up in the bread and the flying, Akechi still regenerated. Is there something like boulder immortality around here?

"That said, it's a little advanced now, so now it's a little easier"

"Huh? Hey, shit!

And then Nagare approaches Akechi, seemingly unwilling to stop yet. Akechi immediately took the immovable stance, where Nagare stepped on the ground fortified with a dong, and the underfoot of Akechi swayed, slightly but out of balance.

But from Nagare, this is enough. After paying off the unbalanced Akechi's feet and spinning more than usual as it was, he slammed Akechi to the ground.

Naturally, the whole body will be damned again, Akechi, but thanks to immortality it will also recover. But naturally, it hurts.

"Well, next time -"

"Well, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Akechi backed off with a hell of a momentum as he screamed.

"What is this! You can do whatever you want with me!

"So you're saying it's pointless."

Akechi makes strangely deja vu remarks all over again. Nagare's answer to that is light. And he does say it's futile beforehand.

"Damn! Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. So light."

"I'll tell you what, it's not perfect."

Nah! And Akechi was out of line. Akechi apparently seriously thought that the one now was the perfect breakdown.

"A hand like this now is a hand that anyone who is at all familiar with martial arts thinks. It would rather be the first thing that comes to mind. Naturally, the recipient also has about a return technique for it. To be honest, I can't wipe the feeling anymore that I just showed it here."

Akechi's shoulders trembled plumply. I guess I can't help but regret that the hand I thought was perfect is as if anyone could come up with it.

"Oh, it's impossible! That's not possible! I'm an elite master of all martial arts! It's perfect! That I..."

"You're not perfect in the first place."

Akechi gets angry and argues. But that Akechi's perfect statement was crushed to brilliance by Nagare.

"You think I'm not perfect?

"Yes, honestly, you are far from perfect. Sure, one move at a time, it just looks like you're in good shape. But none of your moves are light, thin, and have no contents. One technology at a time is also not sophisticated, and instead there is the wasted obsession with good looking moves, and the awkwardness of relying on the power at hand. That's why your moves are easy to read and not scary at all"

"Is my move easy to read? Absolutely, I'm not afraid, am I? Stupid! My current level is over a billion! Yet!"

"It doesn't make sense no matter how high the level is. Now I'm fighting your opponent with no more than a fraction of a dozen minutes, but now I'm only using a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a dozen more power. If you can read as many attacks as you want, just put a little bit of effort on your own."

This means that the higher the level, the greater the power returned to Akechi for that matter.

Nagare goes on to listen to it, nah, nah, nah.

"If I may say another thing, I used my powers especially in this world when I fought the Elf Queen in a certain settlement. That's when I lifted my power to 60% of my current state."

"Ro, he said 60%! Stupid! You call that elf a level higher than I am now!

"No, if you look at the level alone, it's even lower than you were before the transformation. But the experience and skills we have developed have reached unparalleled heights."

Guh! and clogged his throat. Akechi bit his lips.

"Don't be ridiculous! Perfect. Can I lose with technology? Experience? There's no point in being in front of such a blessed talent! Just like the dusty antiques!

"... you said you have excelled in many martial arts, but have you ever been desperate to break into any one of them?

To Akechi, who waves his arm and speaks out, Nagare asks. But Akechi, yes, laughed with his nose.

Is that what you've been trying to do to me? Bullshit! Effort is an evil reward for a bunch of talentless cunts! It's not worth anything to such a thing. That's how I love to crush people in crappy evil. "

"Truth is, you have rotten sexual roots."

"Absolutely, if it weren't for the teacher, I'd be messing around."

"... you can't"

"Nah!?"

Speaking as if the peach was frightened, Flem sounded his fist. But when it came to Flem, I assured him that Bitchet couldn't do it lightly.

"... When I dealt with a man named Masaru before, I used to think that I was trying too hard, and that I was trying too hard to do what I called hard work."

"- Ha, what, it just feels right there. Besides, people who bother trying are stupid people who can only live a thin life without talent."

"… but that did not negate the effort itself. Because if I have faith and goals, I have the idea that effort is natural. Never imitate efforts that would inspire you, and you deserve respect if you continue to make efforts on a hiatus. That's why - you shouldn't be allowed to make fools of people who haven't even made an effort, and it's a disgraceful act as a person"

I had a faint grin about Nagare and how I felt for a moment, Akechi, but now I tanned my face and stared at Nagare for the answer that followed.

"It's ridiculous, a genius who doesn't even need to make an effort, to imitate that is all in vain. With my talent, there's no point in putting a lot of technology into things until you throw it away."

"It doesn't have to be one thing. Finally, it's a matter of aspiration. As you say, some people are familiar with several martial arts without being bound by one technique. There's a school in there that honestly doesn't compare to you, but whatever the martial arts, it mimics everything you see in its eyes."

"Ha, that's certainly close to me. Is that why you're so talented?"

"That's not true. Mimicking all martial arts also means you have to be familiar with all kinds of technology. Naturally it is not a half-baked effort to get to meet it. That is what cannot be achieved without rigorous training to destroy one's own flesh many times and a spirit of steel that will never be crushed."

The genre that Nagare has in mind, it says Four Divine Streams. There are four types: Xuanbu, White Tiger, Blue Dragon, and Peacock, one of which becomes the eye of the Blue Dragon mimicking the opponent's moves -

"Honestly, I think my son has good taste, but clearly, he is stupid enough to be super flawed in the balls, and thanks to this, [Blue Dragon's Eye] had a lot to remember in the classroom, but when it comes to academics, it's refreshing. But it's early to make the body remember. It's completely troublesome. '

It is Nagare who remembers the time when he spoke with the Supreme Master of the Four Divine Streams, discussing tea. Surely his son must have had a name like Taketo.

I have never met him in person, but the year was close to this Akechi, and now I should have been in high school.

After all that, Nagare reminded me of the conversation I had with Akechi, but the type is completely different when it comes to getting old.

Because Taketo certainly seemed talented, as his father put it, but he must be more trained to bleed seepage than that.

Otherwise, you can't possibly use the four shapes and depths of the Four Divine Streams at this young age.

And I think at the same time. This Akechi has twitched about having broken a dojo before, but I guess he hasn't set foot in the dojo where the true fierce exists.

Otherwise, it is unlikely that a man with only this degree of strength would lose.

The only thing that included in Akechi's movement was once the stuff of a glorious gatekeeper, but unfortunately, since he replaced it, he can no longer feel the power of his predecessors, even referred to as gods.

Therefore, the current norm may have been torn by Akechi. But now he's out of active duty, but if he was a full-season predecessor, it would have been a twist.

"Ha, I see. I mean, I don't know who that is, but the copycats are just copycats, not even me. Perfect like me."

"This is the second time, but you are far from perfect when you still fail to make the effort you should have said, you think you are talented, and you just stand a little at the entrance to things and you know it. Things have a point where you can see them because you stuck them in. nor did I try to see it. I made myself perfect, drowned in talent, and lost sight of its essence as a result. Your (...) That's not perfect, it's just halfway there."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, sharrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Perfectly denied to be perfect, Akechi reversed. Build up a fighting spirit in both hands and focus on it.

"That's a lot of bullshit already! Then I'll make up my mind with pure power! You injected all my level 1.258 billion minutes of power into this struggle! If you can recieve it, recieve it! But if you fail, everyone here will die! You're gonna try that with that readiness! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

From both hands of the protruding Akechi, a tremendous fluctuation of power is released, becoming a belt and approaching Nagare.

Sure, with all this power, it doesn't seem that easy to relay.

"Oh, boy."

- Pacine.

"To?"

Akechi rounded his eyes. Naturally. Because Nagare easily played the full power of the impending Akechi with only his left hand. That's the crisp way to chase even the little bugs back.

Of course, this is among the acts of recirculation, but so lightly the blow of the whole body that I let go with so much temper, Akechi solidifies like a moment has stopped.

But the bounced sole went straight back towards Akechi, and swallowed himself.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

After Akechi's unleashed fighting vanished, there remained only about below Akechi's ankle.

Especially since it is completely self-righteous, and because of immortality, we will be resurrected again.

"Humiliated, this, perfect me, halfway there? It's humiliating, it's humiliating, it's humiliating.

And in front of everyone watching, Akechi once laid his knees on the floor, complained of such a thing with tears, and finally stood up and gazed at Nagare.

"When this happens, I'm done! It's your fault, Nagare! Because of you, I'll use my last restraining hand! And when I use this, the last, the world is over!

Biting his back teeth, only a rebellion, but lodging a flame of resentment in its eyes, Akechi affirmed here.

You still have a forbidden hand, and there were some things to show you how frightened you are.

"Yes, this is my last weapon! Now it's all over! Perfect End -"