Usotsuki Senki, Meikyu wo Yuku

If you're a man, you have all the childhood skills.

The circle, which was sitting still without moving from the starting point, picked up the stick that was rolling nearby.

For comfort, turn around and play with your hands. There's something about a tree stick that doesn't have any weird philosophy that tickles a man's childhood mind.

The kids pick up the stick like the one that the circle has now and swing it around, shaking it as if they had even got it with the legendary sword. That's how fun it is for kids to hang out with each other.

The world as a child is simple. Something strong laughs and something weak makes me cry. It was decided that it was violence that would determine the position of children who did not know the system.

Crukle was born blessed with his body.

So since I was a child, I have not lost to my generation, and I have allowed myself to gain width as a bad boy. Whether they were older or adults, they were unbeaten in a world of violence.

When I was a kid, I used to get in the back alley and get into some of the guys playing with a stick of wood. That's how I beat him up with a single stick of wood in front of the guys in good shape, and I loved beating him down regardless of whether he was weak or strong.

He liked to win. It was pleasant to crawl through other people.

However, when was that?

Only one person, on the occasion of meeting an opponent who couldn't really win, the fate of the crucible changed dramatically.

"You're the Krull."

"Oh?"

It was fully armed men who appeared before the eyes of the circle sitting unmotivated by memories.

The top members of The Path of Glory (Gloria Road) were flourishing as the Krull looked up.

Apparently, Kugutsu's escort has also been minimised to bring in all the senior adventurers, just to get rid of the Krull from the clan battle.

Four senior superiors and three senior medians. Looking over at the rash of his face, Crukle loosens his lips.

"Ha. You did it."

Having noticed their signs for some time now, Krull sighs at the flashes of their faces in line.

There are kids out there who don't talk about it. I forgot to hone my thoughts and lost sight of what the moves were like. An irresistible adventurer. Ruined by the notion of what it challenged the labyrinth for, levels, etc., it is rubbish equal to livestock that you would never have thought of, such as going beyond the Yugdrasil system.

It's just that I might have had a good fight there with the lils right now.

It was a reminder that even pigs in the pig farm were used in such a way as to crush it.

"The Master is watching out for you. Let me crush you first."

"Is that so?"

At once, the grumpy circle hits his head with a shin and a hind hand.

I did try to catch him a little before he entered the clan battle, but he caught a little too much. I was going to fish miscellaneously, but I caught a little better miscellaneous fish. This makes it too easy for the lils.

But it is also a business venture to pull back now.

Crukle sees a single branch of the tree he was letting play with in his hand, on his sword.

"Well, what is it? I'm going to hang out with you for a little while. That's enough, isn't it?

There's no such thing as a weird philosophy. Just a stick of wood.

Looks like the seven serious people were just angry when they turned it around.

"You!

One idiot on a light provocation. On top of each other, foolishly, only one person comes straight at me.

It was also troublesome to take the fool's opponent seriously. As the opponent jumped in time with momentum, his gaze guided him to the destination of the force of the seismic leg. Simply flush diagonally with your eyes to slightly disintegrate your opponent.

Insert the wooden stick in your hand into the collapsed center of gravity to follow its collapsed flow force and jump up.

There's one person, it's all right.

Krull doesn't even drop him off when he flies with the momentum of his head piercing against the colliding wall.

After the opponent entered the circle in time, the only person who moved of his own free will was the circle. There is no such thing as an attack that a normal person can understand. It is no longer equal to a part of the body of a circle, such as the person who has been read through all the flow of the body just by being seen. The movement that I intend to move myself was directed to the circle, and then I can't care less with a single stick of wood.

People would say it's like magic.

But this was a pure, uninterrupted move of thought, and this was the only thing to be called power in the world.

"Hmm? What's wrong? You're not coming next?

I seriously lost my mind to the bastards who opened their eyes with their geese necks aligned without raising a single surprise.

"Hey, what's up, heroes? It's not over now."

He is a handy opponent. If you can't help being frightened, Krull laughs at the remaining six people who just got blown up.

"I'm not a kid. You guys look in the mirror at your splendid gatai. Is that the year you're scared of your mom? Oh, no. Even the kid in the alley had the courage to hit me, didn't he? Your temper, it's less than that. Ha ha! This is a masterpiece! That famous" The Way of Glory (Gloria Road) "executive mentality says he's a crybaby or less!

It was the two of us who rode that provocation. All the advanced mediumsmen were caught. Plus, the other three move.

Only one didn't move. The five-man collaboration is a move to throw them away and crush the circle on both of the top three.

I had no epilepsy.

"Sir."

Smileless.

The stream is being read at a glance, so I can't even save it. The harm of dealing with all the less intelligent demons? I haven't even noticed that I've been spotted in the first place, even though there's nothing foolish enough to proceed with a disciplined operation.

You don't even need to judge the sword that came in and swung up in time the earliest. Crush a step in time as your opponent lifts his prey. That's all it took to get rid of the swinging whereabouts. For one, hit him from the shoulder and let him mellow, slapping him with a stick of wood trying to slash him from the side.

And there was a hard sound, like a direct beating of the bone.

A man slapped in the thigh with aggression shows a spectacular face of anguish. There is no deportation by Adventurer Card. This is because it's just an attack that hurts.

The rhythm of the three remaining opponents collapsed just by stopping the two advanced medians who were plotting to use it for Otri.

Oh, no. No.

Crukle is heartfelt dismayed by the flow of motion that has gone according to his aim.

It's disappointing. It doesn't jump out of the circle of expectations. The other person was too pitiful, too much to do, too much tension... and on the contrary, it became fun.

"Sir."

I don't hate weak bullies. That's right. For Cruckle, playing games wasn't about being a hero.

It was fun to crush the idiots who wanted to be heroes without leaving them behind.

"Yes."

The sensation I remember, the loose lid of emotion, leaks loose and crazy.

"Ha-ha-ha!

Advanced adventurer. Not likely. The kids shrugged themselves at the overwhelming signs of the eruption.

It's immature. Let's crawl the two nearest you first. While the stiffness of the opponent cannot be lifted, first a knife in the hanging. There's a crack in the stick of a tree, and the man slapped with the stick of a tree screams like he was cut to death and exits. Chop off your neck with a machete to return. I couldn't stand the operation of a thorough force, and I could play like a stick of wood exploding from my core. The guy with a flash in his neck disappeared with a broken bone and no screaming.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha! Is this it?!?

There's no way there's anything untrained about a broken tree stick. Throw it away.

I'm done hanging out with you. It didn't even seem like it. From the beginning, this is how you should have enjoyed the pleasure of battle.

He turns his face into an eagle and swings it around.

"Hih!

Even if the adventurer screamed pitifully.

"Ha-ha-ha! That's so frightening!

I laugh raggedly. Nothing bothered me when I was seen. The nature of the circle leaks and breaks out.

There are two of them with swords. I'm hesitant to see what I can do with a circle that shields one man's face as an eagle. It's easier to combine them. When you step in, you invite a makeshift attack, and don't hesitate to step on the sieved blade with your feet and seismic legs. A broken, bouncing blade pierced his opponent's chest.

The last one. Structure of the formation from a little rear. I guess he's going to say I'm going to skewer every single one of them that Krull's making an eagle of. By far the wisest hand, Krull was impressed.

But the target's consciousness is too broad for poking. Piercing consciousness is not the point, but the face.

Magic, I guess, dives into the shadow of the consciousness of the person who rolls out the poke.

More sword lines poked.

It was wonderful magic. One blow spreads to kill in space by 64. If you don't know, it's a tough first look.

The countless blade projections flowed pierce and drill holes into the companions that the crucible fished into the universe.

Cruckle wasn't there.

"Huh?"

The man who just stabbed his buddy is frightened.

"Stupid."

Bottom to side. A circle in the blind spot of vision and consciousness snaps the skull with the elbow twice.

The three disappeared almost simultaneously.

Remaining, one.

"Hey, what the fuck are you...!

The best guy in this shivers his voice.

"Hey, aren't you coming?

"Shut up, you lunatic!

"Ha, yes or no"

I guess I realized in the first hand that it wasn't in case. With cowardice and satire, Krull moves one step closer.

"You... what the hell are you? He said he would turn our master aside, hang out with his red-haired daughter with suspicious technique, and at the end of the sentence, take sides on that side!? What do you want to do?

"Ha, ha, ha! Ha-ha-ha!

Every time he asks for his name, Krull remembers a strangeness that there is nothing he can do.

I want to know who I am and how I behave. That's the kind of kid who lives in this world.

He said he just didn't show his face for only 300 years.

"Am I right? Will they start asking me that? I miss you, I miss you too much. The world is too flirtatious."

He laughs and spills his unmistakable heart.

"What are you talking about………?

"Ha, I never dreamed of it back in the day, did I? I can't believe they're gonna ask me who I am!

"Th, how is that-"

I'm not even going to talk about this any more. He grabs the root of the man who tried to ask him something, drags him down, stomps his chest and leaves.

The Adventurer Card created by Leaf of the Space Tree (Yugdrasil) has excellent functionality. I would have sent everyone to the Alliance before it even led to a fatal injury.

"Slurpee, you kids. I kept it below level 70."

If you noticed, all seven of them had fallen out of the clan battle.

In the end, I never used a knife with a large swing that I caught on my hips or the sword I carried.

He's alone again. So Crukle takes the adventurer card out of his chest pocket.

The notation there remains "Level 68/Crucible". He doesn't have any more physical abilities than are described here right now.

"…… Hmm?

So Fukurukuru looks up.

Seen, not so much.

It doesn't feel that specific. It's a lot more vague than being captured, followed, and seen. It's just felt from afar. Capturing the feeling that someone was noticing his presence, Crukle leaked a laugh.

"Is that Miss Ace? It's surprisingly troublesome magic to find out at this distance."

But I don't mind anymore.

The time has come for us to make contact with each other with our faces like allies.

"Surrender (fold)"

At the same time as whining about the keyword, the Krull was repatriated from the venue of the Clan Battle to the Alliance.

The guild had members of the fallen Path of Glory (Gloria Road) rolling around.

With that on the side. Krull heads to the entrance to the labyrinth, to the teleport spot.

After all, what is happening over there by now?

The same goes for no other member who can deal with the Lils if they get out of the upper echelons. The rest only leaves Kugutsu and advanced median or less. So I polished my thoughts, and I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to Lil 'Doll and the others. - No, there was just one.

The promised glow of flames and the unknown glow that twists and stretches. Beyond fate or not, that battle remained.

"It seems like it's time to look good as a spectacle"

The destination that was thus transferred from the zero-layer teleport spot was just a floor with only one tree that grew blue broadleaves.

This is the seventy-seven hierarchy.

I can't teleport directly here if I'm supposed to. Because there are no teleport spots installed.

There are only a very limited number of people who have the authority to teleport directly here.

But this place has been his domain for 300 years.

The notation of the retrieved adventurer card changes. From "Level 68 Krull" to "Level 96 Krulk Looper".

Stepping down to the seventy-seven hierarchy, he accesses the special features hidden in the Adventurer Card, which are authorized to use only him and the other.

"Seventy-seven hierarchical administrator permissions. SEPHILOTO SYSTEM [World (World) Video (VISION)] Launch"

In order to inform the world of the birth of a hero, he mirrored one battle into the world.