Mukuri and Master Calcirasto got up. The hair is raised and the blonde hair is numb. The track-like air pressure along with the "Ha!" hanging goes straight to Master Calci Rust.

The palms were pointed at the air pressure, a roar was heard, the air pressure scattered and the clouds were scattered away. The opponent opened his mouth with a pocan. Master Calcirust put a grip on his hips, took a sword extraction stance, and showed a movement that pulled him through. Boom and flash. I didn't know what happened. The opponent stood down in a posture after a positive fist thrust. Master Calcirust laughs with pleasure somewhere. And a little while later, the man fell to the front. Somehow sadly Master Calcirust turned a blind eye. Looks like I was hoping. A cleavage ran on the man's white roadsuit. The other users rushed over to the man in a panic. He was slapped on the cheek and the man woke up his torso. "What happened to me?" I hear. And I laughed bitterly when I saw the tear on the road.