Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The heavy rain that kept coming down with the bumps is turning into a loose rain foot.

Moving away from the sand dunes, the grass grows around us as we head to the river plains. And the birds that had just woken up flew away to get the food of the day.

Quiet mornings, but no! and the hard sound sounds.

Gin! Gin! The sound eventually narrows, too much! and turns into an unusual continuous sound. If there were any people or demons, perhaps they would have left the scene with instinctive fear.

Eventually the silence returned to the surrounding area and there was a man looking up into the sky in the river plain.

Zarish, a brave candidate. With his sword pulled out, he breathed out loud with blood on his body.

And without wiping it, he put it in his hips, and went up from the river plain to the trail.

Smell the blood or the birds over your head run away, the man grabs the twig and steps on the trail.

"Hey, I don't know if you're pale, Zary"

".................. ugh!

Suddenly a bright voice was heard, and the man groaned. If you look, there was a boy there who woke himself up like he woke up from a nap.

He was the one who had just taken his life earlier, but he was there flat as if nothing had happened.

Zarish shook his head about, and his expression seemed raging with fierce confusion and anger.

"... hey, come on, how many times do you die, you disappear!!

The boy does not flinch furiously, but rather approaches him with a sleepy face. The carelessness invites Zarish's anger again.

"Come on, it's only been four times, and why don't you find out where the limits are?

"Superior! Die, you fucking little prick!!

but no! and the sound of a rampant sheath run, Zarish's sword flew in at more than the speed of sound. But despite a fierce and fierce blow, the boy's figure disappeared.

- This is it, once I show it to you, this kid's gonna fuck off!

The momentum of the slaughter is sucked straight into the trees, scattering pieces of stubble around them. But Zarish couldn't move for a while in a shaken position.

When did the boy move to his side turn a sticky grin without fighting back?

"Hey, that's amazing. I can't believe you're going over the speed of sound. That's a brilliant first skill, Zary."

".................. ugh!

His face turned bright red and Zarish remembered his fierce anger.

Hear the naughty mouth, chop it up, but it will come again. Still, I remembered the unpleasant signs of steadily increasing my response to his attacks and gradually approaching myself.

And Zarish exercises [God's pinky finger], which is his wife's hand.

Turning his right hand toward the boy, he raised his pinky finger slightly, stiff with the sound of a guisilli. This is not only a deprivation of liberty, but a twisting of even the laws of physics.

A boy floating into the universe can no longer escape with a metastasis. Keep it up, don't! and beat him to Oki, and while he has repeated it several times, the boy turns into a worn out figure.

Instead of floating fear, though, I thought you had turned your sticky grin this way.

"Yeah, that's the move you were using on Marie. Too bad, I can't believe I can't use this one time anymore"

"Ahhh! Shit! Die, come on, die!

When I slapped the boy, he never moved again.

But rough breaths still contain tension, as they do in battle. While I was looking around for a moment, the boy disappeared like sooo much air.

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Wake up in the bed of the apartment and look into the dark window.

It's already 20 o'clock at night in Japan, and we'll usually be having fun eating with everyone.

But today, there's something I have to do. It's a big job to stop Zarish, the brave candidate, with this hand.

Switch on the kachiri and indirect lighting, and get out of bed. My throat was teasing because of the long battle, and my body was looking for the wheat tea in the fridge.

I would also like to have a meal... but I give up thinking that it would be better to return soon to draw more fear.

In fact, he's terribly strong, and well beyond expectations.

I've already been killed five times, and although I wear some defense measures, I can't find a way to defeat them or anything like that.

Drink a cup of barley tea with a gooey.

It felt good for my lit body and I leaked my breath more into the cold.

"You want some kind of hand. Attack him so he can be defeated..."

I keep the cup in my mouth, bumps and squeals.

My skills, my stupidity (Ernest), are now focused on dodging, and there are few memory slots left. But should I say that I have to, because all of this is super firepower that would be deadly if it took a blow?

"Yeah, let's do something on our own that seems avoidable. That's more of a problem than that."

Observed so far, and combined with testimony from Eve, his skills (skills) include:

-The "pinky finger of God" that twists and bends the laws of physics

-Attack above sound speed "Glowing Sword to be a Phantom"

-Automatic interception below sound speed "Shield for silence"

· Complete defensive barrier to the perimeter "area blockade"

-The "King of Cruelty" that goes up in firepower every time it hits

And at the end of the day, that ring, huh?

No, actually, that ring is the most annoying thing. Treat the subject like a slave, and suck it to the level of every will.

In order to combat it, we carried it with long distance travel skills to distant places where we could not rush to rescue it….

Again, all this is a powerful skill (skill) and I feel the lack of a gap unique to the ultra-high level. Especially the skill of automatic counterattack is cumbersome, and even a half-attack is just payback.

Can you take him down? Drop the suspicion.

I'd rather just concentrate on it than take it down. [M]

When I put the drinked-up cup down to the flush, the "gong" sounded into the quiet room.

"Hmm, this is gonna be a long fight. Good luck till morning."

Um, and I'm going to go to bed after I make a gutsy pose.

That brave candidate, to fight a man with a level 60 difference.

When I woke up, it was the woods, and I was still alone.

The trees of the sand country are unique somewhere, and although they resemble palm trees well, the trunks are about as large as the trees. It grows around the spill and follows in Zarish's footsteps as it is surrounded by scaly, spilled brown ones.

I can predict that the day will be much brighter and hotter during the day due to the low number of rain clouds. So much so that I lost him - captured Zarish's hindsight.

Well, what's the matter?

They are killed by automatic counter-attacks simply by transferring and attacking.

Even with ranged moves, the ability of the Starscrap Sword (Astro), it hits first at this distance.

"Hmm, I wonder if I can transfer and punch in at close range while accumulating the Starscrap Sword (Astro). No, then the metastasis will not be stable."

There are many constraints on [over the road (overload)], a move of space transfer.

Especially the weight, etc. is harsh, and I don't even know where the destination will be when the force from the accumulation is working from the body.

"Oh, let's make an attack and try to escape with a transfer the moment it's auto-reacted. I made you remember the timing just now... I can't believe you didn't try it."

Well, let's actually do it.

Attack at the same time as the metastasis, at the same time evacuate with the metastasis... Oh my God, it's hard to imagine. Consolidate the image as you walk through the coarse sand of your eyes and throw the whole pattern of behavior into stupidity (ornest).

As usual, it is stored in the slot instantaneously, but this time it takes time to process due to the combination. Put the time lag down for a few seconds. Somehow Fool (Ernest) received it.

"Well, shall we go bump into the real thing then? I want it to work!

The sights around you are distorted, and Zarish's stunned face, which should have been way ahead, is shown up...... and goggin '! After the heavy metal noise, I was thrown out into the cloudy sky.

"Yeahhh!?

Bubbles and rumbles in the universe, then falls on hard sand.

When he got up in a hurry and checked his surroundings, Zarish watched this one from afar. Based on the distance and position, they chased him straight through after the attack.

"Oh, I knew you were taking a blow at the automatic counterattack. But it's shallow, so it's avoided a lot."

The clothes under the palm of his armpits have been slashed, and from there the blood is carroted.

We need to get the timing a little faster. Let's reconstruct the image of your head and fix this attack to a straight poke that is the shortest and best.

Hmm, it's already an unknown realm for me when I get here. I don't feel far from waving my sword and knocking it down, etc. But perhaps it will be difficult to confront him other than this way.

"Then the second challenge...... come on!

The distance is fine, Zaki! Leave the sound behind and land well this time. Hmm, is this about right?

I feel like I've seen it, it's still like the damage hasn't gone through. If you say it in the game, does it feel like it's marked Damage "1"?

and whatsoever Zarish is turning over there.

Let's ignore them because they don't seem to have much useful information, although they say, "Come on, bugs."

Well, shall we increase the number of attacks a little?

How about a tick and damage while spinning clockwise, for example? Move to a place where you won't be hit back and repeat: attack and move, attack and move. Yes, you may manually activate the acceleration (accelerator) immediately after the transfer.

"Yeah, let's do that. Just for the third time, all the time."

The sound of sparks and slaughter flooded the surroundings as the scenery changed dramatically. I naturally never had a severe metastasis so far, and when I returned to my original position, I felt a severe dizziness.

Zarish, on the other hand, said, to a place where no one "Bun!," he waves his sword. Although there were cuts in some of the clothes, they were taken at the inches.

Ugh, disgusting......

My head is grassy, and my heart is shaking irregularly. It might be a matter of getting used to around here. I have the same symptoms as when I first learned my metastasis.

But the problem is still lack of firepower. You won't be able to defeat this for a whole day, and this health will bottom-up before it does.

"I knew I wanted to make use of the Starscrap Blade (Astro)"

The Starscrap Blade (Astro) can be stacked in several steps and ejected.

But I don't know how [over the road (overload)] works due to its effects.

What would happen if I tried making it a minimal hoard?

Less impact as much as possible, hoarding and releasing in a few moves.

Occasionally hold the starscrap blade (Astro) in your hand and make the shortest accumulation.

A sound similar to that of a hippie and a horse sounds, and when ejected, something about the size of a small fireworks pierces deep into the sand. Probably a thin iron plate or so would drill a hole.

"Um, I wonder if I can. You want to do a simultaneous process and release it at the same time as you're done accumulating it?... to be foolish (Ernest)... I knew you wouldn't get in. If you don't mind... Oh, I'm in."

It's one set with movement and attack, and another set with a Starscrap Blade (Astro) hoarding attack. Honestly, I've never had an elaborate pattern of action like this, so I really don't know what's gonna happen.

Zarish looked at me strangely, but I set up a sword with a stunning decoration that seemed to detect signs of this one. You don't use a complete defensive barrier, probably because you can't do it at the same time as an attack.

Well, I'm actually the most troublesome thing about you, but his pride will help you get in the way.

"So, do you want to do it? The fourth attack - start"

There is a strange feeling of slipping and slipping, making a long way forward transition to Zarish. It is still the effect of the force field caused by the blade of the starscrap (Astro).

If you fly forward with your sword aim on, you will make a right and left transition and approach him one by one.

Wow!

A remote attack by a blade of released starscraps (Astro) would have determined that stupidity (Ernesto) was ejectable. The trajectory with its brilliance is played as a matter of course and still fleshy to him without caring.

is too much!

Around an automatic interception, the Starscrap Blade (Astro) is activated, which is also a minimal accumulation.

Released at a super close range of just about 30 cm, he just opened his eyes, too. Anyway, it's a blow to exceed the speed of sound. The starscraps approaching the back of his head were bounced at divine speed, but thanks only to them a few gaps were created.

I just repeat my metastases and attacks along with the high processing that boils my brain. The sword covers the perimeter as a petal, and the starscraps released from time to time are a good accent.

After repeating myself for two or three weeks without oxygen, I finally left.

throbbing, and poking his knee into the sand, a waterfall-like sweat flowing through his body.

Repeated skill (skill) in too short a time makes the body and spirit scream.

More than that, a brain that's about to burn down captures strange signals (signals).

Sounds like Peppy. I thought that was due to a headache at first. But the bracelet put on my wrist is blinding, and at the same time it tells me something.

Fuse [over the road (overload)] with [stupidity (ornest)]?

Out of the way! And my heart bounced.

Coming, I think. When searching for new paths, there is a very low chance that the skill (skill) will be transformed in this way. It's something I once tasted, but it's not like this... I've never had the experience of merging my first skills with each other.

Of course it can lead to bad results, and it's a path we can't go back to. It is even considered to squander two valuable first skill frames.

"No... Either way, can we only find a way to live with this? Of course I'll allow the fusion."

I felt strange when I answered that.

It feels like something important in me is falling out, and I feel uncomfortable mixing with everything in my body.

Oh, and breathe.

A breath that heats up from the center of your body and is about to blow a fire.

Zarish was walking over here feeling some kind of hunch in his swinging vision. And he set up a pillar of sand, and the sword that was erected approached him at the speed of an arrow.

But unfortunately, I can't move.

It is not meant to be a combination of skill (skill) in combat. All I can do is wait and see him approaching.

Oh, and exhale again.

I can even hear the exhilaration of something changing and the sound of the wall collapsing in front of me.

- [Overload of the quintile definition (overload)]

The exhausted brain marveled at its weight, which was more and more spit out into the body.

With all your strength running out, all you can do is know the skills (skills) you have in your hands.

At that moment when a blade pierced my heart, I opened my eyes with a cut.