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

"You can't use Deep Righteous?

"Um, I can't use it"

"And all you can use is that, the basic five moves?

Thoroughly polished only the basic kicking moves, Seijitsu, but he's done a general research on fighting. Naturally I also remembered the moves Kuzushi told me.

"Exactly."

"Ha, this is a hell of a laugh! That's what I used to call the Supreme Commander of Shinjitsu."

"... I don't remember accepting it. Therefore, the Supreme Norm is still my father, Kamikaze, and now I am only the Supreme Normal."

"Ha, I see. Does that mean you're a failure of the Kamikaze family? This is it, I apparently pulled the big off. I don't know if I'd bother waiting for such a failure."

I remember the past in the way I mock Seijitsu. Even then, scumbags were in a hurry because they did get shaded.

But...

"Whatever they say, it's true, so I can't help it. But I still don't feel like losing to you."

"... Ha, this is something that came out a lot bigger again. This bad taste!

Seijitsu jumps at the scum. For a short time, Kuzushi remembered that day.

- Time goes back about forty years.

That was when Kuzushi was only seventeen.

- Thank you, Father.

There was a boy carefully bowing his head toward Nagare. He was getting his father, Nagare, to do his archery in the dojo, he was very serious and more hard-working and serious about his temper than anyone else.

My father, Nagare, understood that to be the strength of his son, Kuzushi, but it also seemed a little too much power on his shoulders here these days.

"Is it time to go up?

"No, Father, do you mind if I continue my lookout here?

"I don't mind that. But overstuffing the roots isn't good the other way around, so you should keep it on track."

"Okay."

And Kuzushi kept watching Nagare's movements seriously not to be missed one by one.

"Father, would you mind if I showed you the Earth Stream Tianjin?

"I don't mind that."

Nagare repeated her moves to make her look good on the scumbag as well. Then he nodded as he was convinced, saying thank you, and finished his audition and followed the dojo.

Then after a while Nagare also finished her workout and tried to get back to her room, where she looked like a scumbag who would repeat her repetitive practice by being foolish.

(Hmm, I'll buy that enthusiasm, but -)

My own son is so sincerely confronted with empathy. As a nagare, I am naturally also happy. But at the same time, I was wondering.

And at a later date, in his mess with Kuzushi, the moves he had tried were the ground-flow Tianjin, which had continued to practice Nagare's lookout underneath.

Nagare continues to receive it with a fresh flow of heart. I wasn't going to say anything extra until I felt something in person.

"- Father, how was my move?

Kuzushi finally asked around over 10,000 copies. Nagare, who has received moves and continues to watch, without any particular advice such as this.

The look on Kuzushi's face showed some impatience and anxiety.

"Doesn't that make you realize yourself?

"... Yes. It's a boulder, Father. Actually, it doesn't matter how many times I practice myself."

"I ask you one thing, why did you stick to this move?

"... Not that this moves, but I thought it was time to touch the depths of Kamikaze. Because I am the heir to the blood of the gods."

"I see."

Nagare nods one thing, and speaks.

"I'm glad to hear that thought, but as it is now, I feel only my feelings are ahead and empty"

"Is it empty... Father, if I don't have the talent, you can tell me clearly."

"Well, then, it's only my idea, but I don't think Kuzushi has the divinity of Shinjitsu"

"... Really?"

Kuzushi drops his shoulder. Perhaps I was prepared, but if I were clear, I would still be able to enjoy it.

"But that's a completely different story from not being talented. In the first place, it's not important to the Kamikaze."

"Huh?"

"The Kamikaze Stream, with its emphasis on flexibility, is flexible. I'm a person who's lived on my own with this, haven't I? That's why we want Kuzushi to capitalize on his strengths without being tied up in the depths."

"... is that my advantage?

"Yes, I seem to have been continuing that practice here lately in an attempt to gain depth, but at the same time I know that I have continued my workouts without any hesitation to lay aside the foundations of my temperament. Kuzushi has been polishing the foundations in the tunnels ever since. From my point of view, it looks much more radiant to continue the constant effort than to remember the depths, etc."

"Father..."

The look on Kuzushi's face soothed. Such a look, like something was slowly falling down my throat.

He was in a hurry, too, as Nagare said. Until now, I have only continued to even the foundation of empathy.

But some uttered such heartless words to scumbags. I wonder if I can use any of the depths of what would also be the successor of the Divine Xuan Stream.

Is it true that I am qualified to inherit the Kamikaze? planted anxiety that

But...

"Come on, scumbag. Let me see. Give me back what you've been polishing."

I took Nagare's word, and stray disappeared from the scum. From then on, every day, every day I just pile up the basics of empathy. Shapes and pedestrianism, of course, are considered basic moves in temperament, with little turns back, throwing oneself in, throwing on all sides, throwing heaven and earth, and without fading the teachings by thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, trillions, thousands of thousands, poles and foolishness, continue to polish the days that come and come.

- And now.

"Guuuuuuuuuuu!"

"This is the small handback. Do you understand?

It was a seijitsu attacking with his proud foot moves, but it was recirculated by scumbags, which led him to unnecessarily lick the floor of the underground parking lot.

When it comes to small handouts, it's common to do the other person's arm, but naturally there's no problem with whether that's a leg or not if it's scumbag.

"Fuck, fuck!

But Seijitsu can't do it either. He stood up to further attack and took a step in, but at that moment he was nostalgic by scumbags and slapped on the head to the ground.

"This is the throw."

The shock caused the body to bounce against the ground and hit the ceiling.

"Ha, ha, damn it! Damn it! That's impossible! Why not! Just moves like everyone else knows! I'm the one in this thing!

Seijitsu slaps the floor over and over again out of remorse. He was the one who knew Kuzushi couldn't use his depth and had repeatedly attacked him in a mockery mix, while being impressed as good for Kuzushi that he could only use basic moves.

"Oh, my God."

But I laughed like I guessed something and slowly rose up, changing the look I had regretted.

"Were you able to immerse yourself in a bit of joy when you saw what was happening? But I'm sorry to hear that. I've already seen your weakness."

"... a man full of weaknesses, such as me. What the hell are you doing because they saw you through something like that?"

"Ha, surprised. So you had the power to look at yourself objectively? Hmm, you can compliment him. You were the one who couldn't use Shinji, but one basic move was very hard. But none of your moves are decisively enough."

Phew, he snorted and said, poking his index finger at him.

"That's power. Amplify recirculation damage, I guess that's the crux of empathy. In fact, your moves used my powers and put on quite a ride. But I don't care if I have the power to do that. Right now, I'm a pimp."

"Well, let me answer that, too. Your battle style restrained to kick by that thoroughness of yours. It's certainly a brilliant thing. It would be good to call it a master level."

"Well, this is an honor to compliment, even though it's from the Normal Age"

"But..."

It was Saijitsu who finally lowered his head and showed it, but the scum story didn't end there.

"Sure, the moves are brilliant. It is also physically finished. But unfortunately the spirit is too immature. That's why I say such misunderstandings"

"What?

Seijitsu's eyebrows reacted pickly. Wrinkles between eyebrows and obvious discomfort.

"I mean something interesting inside. Then I'll tell you one thing. The moves I've made, I didn't mean them at all. Even then you were critical to returning it, you wouldn't do this or anything about my moves that made you serious!

The moment - an overwhelming amount of seijitsu surrounded the area of the scum.

"The name of the Thousand Fierce (Southand) Kick-Ass King (Shoot-Master) is not Dade. I mean it. My unleashed kick exceeds a thousand graciously in a second! If it's your foundation and what you can give it back, give it back!

"Oh, boy, he's a man with no choice."

Argumentative execution, more than a thousand kicks looming toward the scum. but what an appropriate form for all of that, Kuzushi threw in all directions, handed back, and threw himself in.

"And this is the throw of heaven and earth"

Finally, he threw it sequentially on the ceiling and on the ground as he tried to take and rotate Seijitsu's kick with open hands up and down.

Grrr! and groaned, Seijitsu rolling down the ground again. But he stood up as soon as he took his passive.

"I didn't expect you to match my moves to all of my attacks. But there was still no mistake in my mind! Your moves are not powerful enough!

"... that's a lot dull."

"Hey, what?

Though Seijitsu frowns suspiciously at the scum that meditates and answers.

"Damage is what accumulates. With all this, I thought it was time to realize."

"Accumulation," he said?

"... it's about time"

"Well, what the hell is that, guh, guh, guh!

There was nothing to talk about until everyone else, and Seijitsu was beaten to the ground screaming and blowing cones rubbing around from the spot.

As I saw him, I put my hand on his chin.

"After all, didn't you even have to show me the teachings -"

And I was alone.

◇ ◆ ◇

While Kuzushi was lightly embellishing Seijitsu on his opponent - Nagel was forcing his Kouki opponent to struggle unexpectedly.

"Seems like I've been trying a lot since just now, but I don't think it's worth it."

"Ha, ha..."

A cobweb with an extra grin as he lifts his hair. Take your hand mirror out of your pocket and even care about your hair.

"It's like you're convinced you can't lose..."

"Am I wrong about something?

"... I do admit the strength. But there's nothing you can't do."

"Heh heh, your liver is sitting on a boulder. But it's no use, you're powerless. You're the one who stopped the speed of light."

"You have a lot of confidence."

"Right. Do you know the law of speed invalidity?

"... I don't know. You better not be so smart."

"Ha, I guess"

"Don't get annoyed, you"

Nagel narrowing his eyes, but Kouki's commentary continued.

"The law of disabling the lower speed means that the speed of the lower area does not strike the target of the upper area's speed. In order not to be able to capture the target of the speed of sound in the area of the speed of sound, so as not to reach the target of the speed of light in the area of the speed of sound, the intrusion does not even reach me at the next speed in you to the extent that you are stepping in the area of the speed of light. So... all you have to do is lose to your future!

"Gaha!"

- Chip.

He was attacked by Kouki, and Nagel's body rose again, slamming him against the ceiling. He falls to the ground bleeding out of his mouth.

A battle too one-sided, it seemed so - Kouki lifted his arms and turned his eyes to his sleeve.

You were wrong about Nagel, because you felt something plunder.

And there was slight blood on his sleeve. That's not Kouki's blood.

"Heh, heh, I touched him."

"Huh, that's getting a little funny."