To Be a Power in the Shadows!

The steel thread glows in the moonlight.

Relying on that slight light, No. 664 dodged tangled threads.

Speed, not so troublesome in the sense. But the problem is the visual difficulty, the unpredictable movement, and the number.

John Smith's hands had ten fingers, but he was manipulating several times that steel thread.

That's what strikes me from all sides.

That angle and timing is above all hateful.

It predicts the movement of 664 and places it in such a way as to block its escape path. and further restrict the direction of avoidance and direct the movement of the 664.

The result - I can't get close.

Yarn has a longer reach than a knife. They can't attack unless they get close.

Nonetheless, they had begun the battle and had not been packed with a single step.

No, I'm rather distant.

The man was only seconds away, completely, dominating the place.

He doesn't move a step from the spot.

Just manipulate the steel thread with ten fingers, and the three girls escape.

They were like three puppets manipulated by his yarn.

"Everybody, back off."

On instruction 664, the two responded immediately and went out between threads.

As long as we're in between John Smith, this one just wears off.

But it doesn't make a difference that you don't have an attacker.

The three looked at each other and shook their heads beside each other.

This man is - strong.

There is also confusion about an unfamiliar weapon called steel thread, but even taking it into account, the power to dominate his place is way out.

Precisely manipulate dozens of yarns to predict and direct their movements. That's something you can't do with a lot of strength.

664 knows many people who are stronger than themselves.

So is the 666 on this occasion, and the executives of the organization known as the Numbers, and the top executives with the overwhelming power of Seven Shades. They all have much stronger powers than she does.

But this John Smith was of a different quality than the strong one she knew.

His strength is not magic, his muscle strength, his speed, and his skill in manipulating it.

No, I do have a high skill in manipulating steel threads. But the essence of his strength is not there.

John Smith's strength - is in the dominance of the field.

I can tell because 664 is in a position to give instructions to both of us as Squad Leaders. Overlooking the battle in its entirety, it is an artistic work that cannot be done without a deep understanding of the flow and predicting where to go.

In other words, John Smith is extremely thought-provoking about combat.

"What's the matter... you're not coming?

John Smith doesn't move a step. Just on the spot, looking down at the three of them from behind the mask.

What's there is room.

Whatever happens, I'm confident I'll deal with it.

The yarn unfolding in the night sky is totally turning down their attackers.

If you move poorly, you're entangled.

The retreat should also be put into perspective.

666 would disagree, but we have to suppress it.

That's what she thought, the next moment.

"If you're not coming, let me go this way -"

"Huh......!?

John Smith moved his fingers slightly.

At the same time, No. 664 noticed a thin thread wrapped around his neck.

Oh no - when!?

Besides, this place should be outside of time.

"Who said the yarn length is the same? Naturally, the thickness is different..."

"No -!"

If you look closely at the thread wrapped around your neck, it was extremely difficult to see it thin.

The thread 664 had been watching was the thread John Smith was showing them.

"No way from the beginning..."

"Yes - from the beginning, yes..."

664 was completely manipulated.

Her face is distorted into humiliation, and the thread tightens her neck.

A high concentration of compressed magic is passing through the thread. If he applied a little force, the thread would easily sever his neck.

"If you're going to kill me, just kill me. I'm not gonna tell you anything."

She glanced at John Smith.

Both 665 and 666 are in custody. I'm ready by then.

Strength was applied to the thread of the neck.

At that moment, 666 moved.

She came forward.

It's just that John Smith came forward faster than he pulled the thread.

"Ha-ha-ha!!

Fast, just fast...

She pierces John Smith.

"Correct..."

But his spare time didn't shake the fine dust either.

He just gently pulled his right hand finger.

"But who said the only thread I planted was my neck?

Suddenly, 666 fell.

She fell, floating in space in an unnatural motion as it was, and was hoisted as it was.

Yes, countless threads were already wrapped around her limbs.

And that, naturally, is the same for the other two.

"Kuh......! Kill -!"

Fully sealed of motion, 664 groaned.

But he didn't kill just to tighten it up.

"There's no point in killing you. Killing the end comes next, that's all. This is advice."

And I told him inorganically.

"Don't get involved -"

Just one word, that's how he let them go.

"Gee ho, gee ho"

While coughing, number 666 stares at John Smith.

The 664 jumped instantly.

And suppress 666.

"Stop it already! I'm leaving."

"- Huh!"

No. 666 bowed in regret.

"John Smith... I must inform Master Gamma"

As long as he's around, we don't know where the fake bills came from. And having someone as powerful as him means that there is a mighty organization there.

664 looked to John Smith leaving.