Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Another Calcirust-like attack. Create and throw flame bullets of the size of a water supply pump tension on the opposite hand. Double-cut that smartphone bastard. An explosion occurs. And intact. Oh, the gap. I won. But I didn't even try to see it, and I deflect my face. You're used to fighting. You're a fighter.

I also stopped homing the sword. They're hard to eat.

The two of them are relative. Neither move. The adhesive state continues as it is. Which does it work in favor of? I'm not sure that's true of a shallow schoolboy.

The smartphone bastard started messing with the smartphone. What, what are you doing?

Several strange birds travel through the sky. Red, blue, yellow. It's a tricolored bird. And it's huge. Plus, it's too many. There are as many as a hundred. It's like a cloud that fills the sky and blocks the sunlight.