The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

Garp is a half born between the Titans and the Demons.

The Titans, also known as Titans, are a race characterized by shallow black skin and specializing in power among subhuman beings.

They tend to have crude images from their large physique and appearance, and in the past they have a history of turning back looting from other races, and are still being turned away by prejudice.

When he became conscious, his father was not already in the world.

Neither the cause of his father's death nor his first taming with his mother is known to Garp.

The only question my mother and I had about the boy living in Cairon, the king's capital of Corcute, was why I was different from my surroundings, and my mother's even shallow black skin.

There were no children who openly made him the target of bullying and attacks, a half with the Giants.

Scared in that it draws the blood of his great stature and ferocious giants, just far-flung, staying out of it.

Except for the two girls, Leah and Beaute, who treated me without hesitation or color glasses.

When Garp grew to the age he could call himself a youth from a boy, an army led by Burtoghu began invading subhuman territory.

The three men, who had the talent of practicing qi (renki), decide to volunteer for the army.

And the phrase was Beaut.

△ ▽ △

A rolled out, literally [special] blow.

The knife swung across the ground in one swing and ran a giant crack to the battlefield.

A rift of the earth is created so deep that the bottom cannot be seen, and the wars run.

Did my advice make it, Leah had succumbed to falling at critical times, escaping a deadly blow.

But there is no such thing as a relieved hippo.

With the momentum of releasing the knife, Mr. Mordo spins his body one turn.

It will take a blow to my face.

The series of moves is uninterrupted and [special] still continues.

"Gu......!

It takes a sword to pick up a knife.

Pakiwi......!

Before the Special, his body is shattered and scattered.

Thanks to a tremendous impact that struck my body and was blown straight behind me, the knife passed the critical in front of me without touching my body.

"... surprised. I thought it would hit one side or the other."

"It's that easy!

Leah, who rose earlier, challenges the spear into his hand.

The guy gently avoids the punch of being knocked out in a row by just turning his body over.

I can't just leave it to Leah.

I lost my weapon, but my main office is more of a fist, a hand-to-hand fist.

Because it's a master's martial arts.

"Master...... ugh! My martial arts and Leah's martial arts, I can judge you two on one...!

Leverage enhanced muscle strength and be fleshy in an instant.

Sift through both fists and let the fist ramble.

"With the power of numbers, you think you can push through the awkward?

"I don't think so...... If it is, I will push it off with strength......!

The master doesn't even move at all against Leah's spear and my fist, attacks from left and right.

Flip over your torso, take steps, etc. with minimal movement, and get everything involved.

"Lord Mordo, don't remind me this is what I'm doing. About the days I got you trained!

"What's up, Leah? Are you gonna sue me for love?

"There is no annihilation. I just remembered, it doesn't make any more sense."

Sure, Leah's right.

Even the three of us could not let this man bear one of the scratches back then.

The day I offered to volunteer for the army, only my enlistment was inadmissible.

The reason is simple, because it's the Giants' half.

No one of such origin can be admitted into the army.

Leah and Beaute desperately tried to stop me, but there's no way the two of them, who aren't even recruits, could come to an opinion.

Mr. Mordo was the one who helped me when I was about to be kicked out of the castle.

I was able to enlist safely with the mouthpiece of Mr. Mordo, who was already active in the battle against the Royal Army at the time and had an alias for Fist Ghost (Kenki).

Not only that, but this guy even bought us three coaches (today) to get out.

The martial arts planted at this time form the basis of what we are today.

(At the same time, I feel like a soldier...)

Says, if you become a soldier, give up your life and fight for the general.

If you become a general, order the soldiers to die for your master.

And in the life of his lord, whatever it may be, he shall have no back.

Abandon your privacy and complete your mission.

It is not the proximity, the role of the civilian people, or the scope of the samurai's work (Hanchu) that gives his opinion to the Lord.

They also squeeze their wisdom and do their best.

On top of that, he says, he's savoring the pain that commands us to die.

Unlike training, we're in action now.

It's not just the dodge, it's the counterattack that flies.

A knife that will accurately aim, poke and pay for me and Leah's steeple.

I could not feel any stray in this attack.

(There is no hesitation in killing us...?

This guy is lowering a servel that he doesn't even use on his hips.

I still have the knife I gave you that day.

Mr. Mordo hasn't broken a bond with us.

So is this man faithfully following his teachings to us himself?

You think Tartus' heart also has the pain, the pain, of ordering the general to die?

Or......

"... Garp, what are you worried about?

As I saw my thoughts, Mr. Mordo's eyes narrowed sharply and asked me.

"Lord Mordo, let's start a conversation in the middle of the battle, etc., what a long time!

"Leah, stay back a little."

Mr. Mordo stills as he shivers at the rear, where he cannot rest his attacking hand.

She was frightened for a moment by that temper, but the attack would not stop.

the thrust he rolled around behind his back, but he sank himself and dodged.

Even to the spear that passed overhead, he showered his hand knife as he rotated his body, snapping with the dull sound of a baggy.

"Huh...!

A kick can be placed in the belly of a rear with a round waist.

Mr. Mordo stood up lightly, without even looking at her blowing in the direction of the Corcuete army and disappearing into the fog.

"Leah......!

"What are you worried about, I hear. Are you pitying yourself on the Awkward, the enemy?

"Such a thing..."

"I can say anything with my mouth. Show me in action. Come with all your might with the intention of killing the awkward, not with such a raw offense"

... this guy is right.

I wasn't ready to kill this man, or to be killed by this man.

This is a battlefield, this man is an enemy.

If we don't break it off.

And we have to hit the full force.

"... Mr. Mordo. Your Deep Righteous, Bladeless Hand Sharp Blade (Muthoosh Agin). I've been up all along. I wanted to learn, I was training..."

"Hmm. That training, did you get yourself?

"... ah"

Use your right hand to set up the knife and sharpen it by concentrating your qi (wrench).

Imagine a sharp blade and refine the sharp, hard, tough blade to retain its condition.

"You're right..."

"Well, that's a medium precision."

This move requires concentration and a tremendous amount of exercise (renki).

Even with my training, I still couldn't activate it without stopping and increasing my concentration.

I am reminded once again of the difference in character from this man who does it with one hassle in battle.

"Blood Qi Rigid Arm (Kekkigowan) and Bladeless Hand Sharp Blade (Muthoshueijin), this is my whole spirit, the full power of authenticity..."

"Fine. Then the awkward will have to respond with all their might."

Mr. Mordo unlocked his knife and ran his right fist vigorously.

I guess it builds up the magic of the special.

Even if I don't have magic, I can see a lot of power.

At the end of the charge, exercise qi (wrench) with magic in its right hand and use it as a sharp knife.

"Bladeless Hand Sharp Blade (Muthoosh Agin) and [Special]. The best of the awkward now. Come on, call me."

Drop your hips, bend your arms, and cover your knife in front of your body.

I'll put on my knife, too, and we'll be facing each other.

And after a confusion that seems like a moment or an eternity.

Zubaah!!

Our all-powerful blow staggered.

(... how about that)

A blow that burst into each other and made a mistake.

The response was definite.

Turn around, that guy's back.

And the right arm with the bracelet on, cut and dancing through the universe.

(... All right. Now I can't use [Special] anymore......! beat that guy --)

--My vision leaned about.

It's more like a cheat from the foundation than a fall.

(... I won, I thought... Didn't it arrive by the end of the day…)

It looked like a sight off, my lower body.

At the price of my right arm, I didn't expect my torso to be cut into rings......

That guy's back, it was still far away......

(Sorry, Leah... And then..., I asked...)

The look of childhood taming back out of the fog and the back of a master who kept chasing him but didn't reach him.

An everlasting moment in fading consciousness until your torso falls to the ground.

I was burning that sight in my eyes.