Different Dream Worlds - Reborn Cheats and Mysterious Skills to Build Different Worlds

─ ─ Burning Cross Incident.

That refers to the frantic execution that took place in the village of Sierra. It was my father Redick who was executed. The executor is my mother Mullah.

My father, crucified, had a cramped face. Her mother laughs nicely, but her expression has no movement whatsoever, rather scary.

Me and the young dragon I took home were watching in the shadows.

In the first place, I was partly responsible for this, and I was just sorry to leave my father alone.

The reason my mother is angry is that today's adventurer experience is everything.

Mother said.

Why did you take me to an A-rank request?

Why did you challenge a dragon that is considered particularly dangerous among the A-ranks?

More importantly, did you forget you used to see painful eyes challenging dragons?

When did you take the woman's apprentice?

Why did you allow yourself to have dragons, even though you were young?

There was a mix of jealousy and things I didn't know, but here's my father's answer to that.

Because it looks cooler.

Because they are funnier to be strong.

... What are you talking about?

Two years ago.

Parents who disagree with what my son said he wanted to do. Yes.

Of course my mother couldn't be convinced with such an appropriate answer, let's talk outside, me and the young dragon were left alone and the two of us went somewhere.

So, when I went out looking for the two people who wouldn't be back forever, it meant I was at the scene where my father or I were about to be executed.

Eventually, it was dared in front of the villagers who heard the noise and began to gather.

"Reflect, you idiot Reddick!

Mother produced more than one giant flamebullet and fired it at Father without any help. Enough to reverse the cold of the night and make him remember the heat, it drew a parabola, hit his father who had been slammed from all directions, and exploded.

oh... couple fights in different worlds are radical...

It wasn't until then that I had such mild feelings.

Next, 100 shots in a row.

I'm not the only one who warned his mother with a smile. The villagers tried to stop her mother in the general outing...

"Anything to complain about?

"No, not at all. Please, do it until you feel comfortable."

At his mother's glance, everyone stopped moving, and even the mayor apologized in a respectful tone.

Afterwards, the tragedy that happened dares not to tell the details. The only thing I can tell you is, that was an execution. It was only an execution.

At this point, I did carve it into my heart.

Don't defy your mother. He said what he said was absolute.

I vowed obedience.

Time flies, I'm 4 years old.

Four years have passed since I came to this world. Things happened in retrospect.

Every day, every day, every day I've competed with Dick and sometimes even my father and mother have dealt with me to enhance myself. And unusual memories of running away from home, going out to Gabardi, and being taken to the work of an adventurer.

In those days, the new addition of the last six months has been the baby dragon. His name is Haku. Even though the body is black as if it had been inked, the opposite of what you named a hack is aspirational.

Hi, dragon doesn't mean you're close to people. On the contrary, it's not bad, I hear.

Both are fundamental to non-interference, but if dragons appear in the land where people live, it is often a battle. Once you become an adult in a dragon, they say there will be an extraordinary increase in the number of individuals capable of communicating with you, and unless you have much to do, you won't be able to kill them, but you can't even discuss them like a dragon your father defeated, and some individuals attack people. Finally, each dragon.

By the way, it seems that the dragon my father defeated was just a child. How much of a monster is a child or an adult dragon with that?

Does an adult dragon have the unique power of being an attribute, and that attribute changes its name?

For example, if the attribute of fire, Fire Dragon. If it's water, they call it water dragons and other winds, with their own attributes.

And the problem is with our hack. If you're going to appoint from the looks of it, Black Dragon, there's no mistake. But the attributes that black dragons are likely to possess make me think worse imaginatively. Darkness or darkness is no longer an evil dragon.

So I named him Huck, also in the hope that it wouldn't happen. Because if you're a white dragon, you seem to be on people's side somehow.

Such a hack can only fly flimsily because of a baby. I'm moving my wings very hard, but it's so unstable that I want to watch and stop. But that can be cute the other way around.

Mother, who was opposed to having a hack at first, is now baking the hack's care worthwhile. Sometimes when I get home, I'm soothed enough to stroke the head of a sleeping hack.

Still a little hack, basically sleeping all the time. Waking up is about dinner time. So while I'm out playing, maybe my mother adores Huck all the time.

By the way, Huck's favorite bed is my head. As soon as I get home, I get on top of my head flirting. When I come home late, the more I follow the smell and come looking for it, the more I like it.

So many times these days I don't realize that Huck is on top of my head. Getting used to it is scary.

However, for some reason, Haku doesn't sleep on my head other than mine. On the contrary, riding over my head is family or something like Dick's head, who often comes to see me.

Especially when someone you don't know tries to touch, it exfoliates your vigilance. Is it the instinct of the beast? Or is it just a familiar person? That can be just a little disturbing.

Okay, let's talk about Haku, let's talk about myself.

... even if I stay, especially when it comes to what I'm doing as a boy in a village with nothing, it's about fighting with Dick, mock battles with my father, and then learning magic from my mother.

So, we don't have much to talk about, but let's report my accomplishments.

First, on your skills.

I think I've said that my skills are usually challenging before. But if we do the same thing, not everyone seems to be able to master it.

It was found that the acquisition of skills required several conditions. The condition is that the prerequisite for using the skill is in place.

For example, magic skills. This is because if the magic operation cannot be carried out, the magic cannot be successfully used, and thus the magic mastery cannot be carried out in the first place. That would be the case, too. We're talking about how to activate it.

Next, the idea. Let me give you an example of a newly acquired magic fill skill. The prerequisite for a magic fill skill is that you have acquired magic manipulation. Magic Fill Skills are widely used skills that basically can be mastered by magic manipulation, but I was kansting magic manipulation, but I didn't get it. That's because I didn't have that idea.

Magic Fill Skill is the skill to store magic in objects, as the name suggests. This enhances strength and sharpness.

I didn't have that idea. My father taught me that, and it came to me. Then, what do you think? In an instant, aren't you getting skills?

From this, I think I have two conditions for skill acquisition. One is that it meets the prerequisites. The other is the idea.

This is very important. I mean, if you don't have the habit of being rarely paranoid, you could take away the skills you're supposed to be able to take.

Let's get more and more paranoid. Have delusional habits. That's the shortcut to getting stronger.

Okay, here's another report on skills.

As a matter of fact, the number of skills is difficult because I have suffered from paranoid habits. Everything from useful to what to do is very diverse.

For that reason, I decided to try to organize my skills. When it comes to sorting things out, I've divided them by lineage.

For example, an eye system that uses an eye as a medium, such as an observation eye. For the same reason, sneaking skills, etc., in the foot system. The artistic system is a skill that began with craftsmanship and painting and has now been used by artists: artisans and painters. For the reason that usage is a mystery, I tried to distinguish the only unique skill from mystery system and all sorts of things.

Then I realized one thing. Even if you stay, it may be normal, but your skills seem to be in a tree structure.

Explaining what this means, and raising the magic manipulation skills in the example, two magic skills can be learned from the magic manipulation skills: the magic packing skills and the magic system skills. And we already know that magic skills evolve into many more magic skills.

I mean, it's got a tree-like structure. It's also a tree that sometimes merges with the next branch.

I can say one thing for sure from this.

Growing weak skills from one end means that they will eventually evolve into strong skills.

What a sense of game. I liked RPG. I can't wait to set it up.

When this happens, people get greedy. The desire to take it all.

So, to conclude, at the age of 4, the number of skills is 30. By the way, Dick says it's 15. Double that abnormal child. I may have put out too much greed. Combined with having evolved and disappeared, I have mastered nearly 40 in all.

No, I'm already, aren't I the strongest 4-year-old?

Trying to float like that isn't so sweet in the world. It's the same, I can't beat Dick.

What's really going on with him?

If you compare it to anything other than Dick, it doesn't mean I'm not talented at all. From what I can tell, I treat you the same way as Dick. That, well, there's reincarnation cheats, so naturally.

Conversely, how many cheats has Dick been born with? I'm just curious.

Such an interest prompted me to approach Dick's secret one day. When I asked him how he approached me, he used the teaching of skills as a bait to explore what skills he possessed.

Then, it was found that Dick also possessed some unique skills and a skill structure that was somewhat biased towards physical enhancement.

I didn't touch on any more unique skills because I also have personal information, but I was taught two useful skills that Dick possessed.

Five-sensory and physical enhancement of rare skills.

They both taught me that because what I needed to acquire was the same skills of physical strengthening.

On the other hand, what I taught Dick is spatial skills beyond rare if convenient. As a matter of fact, as a result of building up this spatial skill, I was now able to know without moving a super wide range of motion within a 500 meter radius from the spot. High performance that I don't think is normal skill. Would there be such a stupid story about not remembering this?

But unlike me, who easily mastered physical enhancement, Dick took a whole day to master.

Was my teaching bad, or will my skills be acted upon by talent to some extent? Anyway, I was having a hard time mastering.

... That said, I've never heard of space skills. I don't remember hearing about space skills, even though the others are zero with Chorocholo and his father and mother.

Actually, it can be a rare skill line.

Is there any way that a skill like the one I've had since the beginning can be treated like that?

"Ray, it's time to go ~!

"Yes."

Well, it looks like it's time. Even if we cut to the chase around here, I'll go, too.

What, where?

It's a festival. Actually, there's a festival going on in the Olympic cycle today. I was looking forward to it because it was too small to participate before.

The festival takes place in a square where me and Dick play like every day. Thanks to the adults chased from the early morning to prepare for the festival, the square is showing a unique uplift.

Everywhere you look, people, people, people. There were so many people in this village that I couldn't help but wonder.

Among other things, it is the opening of the store that distracts me and my children. A bunch of rare dishes that you can't usually eat, and games that even kids can play, such as wheel throwing. Do people in all worlds end up coming up with something similar, or a store that puts out a game of what they see in Japan?

Heh heh, isn't that tense?

I've seen it in Japan, which means it's obviously in my favor.

The day has finally arrived. I'll settle my battle with Dick here today.

"What's up, Ray? Is there something on my face?

"No, it's nothing. More than that, Dick."

"Yeah, that's a battle! Which one?

Whatever. I'm the one who wins. I'll let you choose whatever you want.

"Hey, both of you. Up to three games per person, right?

Hey, what is it?

That's not true, Oi!

What do you mean, you're being fed? I hate you!

But I can't possibly say such defiance to my mother, and Dick is also a kid who listens honestly without wasting time again, so I snort.

"Well, let's take the first one, Ray."

That said, what Dick pointed to was a hen race.

Chicken racing is a game where you get products based on which chickens score the fastest goals, and if you say so, it's like horse racing.

I mean, perfect luck.

But I'm the one who said I'd pick you. It is not manly to withdraw that statement now.

"All right, it's a battle, Dick!

I used to take advantage of the horse racing extremes I heard from my predecessors on part-time. Yikes!!!

- Ten minutes later.

"Yay! I win, Ray!

I had failed miserably.

Chick-toe... That said, I lost all my fortune betting on that senior pushhorse that I wouldn't have to work anymore.

But still one defeat. Today's game is allowed twice later. We can't win streaks anymore, but we have to avoid losing big.

In that case, it is up to me to choose the next store opening.

"All right, then it's my turn next."

When I grabbed the choice, I pointed to the opening of a store that floats a ball in a bucket of water - the ball suddenly.

"Let's be that one"

If you do, you can't lose. I don't remember doing it because I was too young, but anyone must have done it once. Experience stains the body, and it was a choice after thinking that there was no time to lose to Dick for the first time in his life.

"Yeah, fine."

Light as that, Dick admitted he didn't even know I was thinking about it in the back.

Ha ha, you idiot!

─ ─ Odds, battles!

Me and Dick, we cut each other in the front.

Try, in the bucket. It's a narrow, floating ball.

In terms of appearance texture, it looks a little different than a Japanese superball. Probably saw the nuts processed and colored.

I cautiously poked the ball at the edge of a thin, paper-stamped, well-watched array, which they say in Japan.

Tips and no elasticity like a superball, stiff. Quickly, the paper is going to tear.

No... wait. Be cool. This is a table that doesn't touch the water.

What about the back?

Doesn't it contain water and become funyahhhhhh?

I slapped the ball carefully, spinning it and poking it in the back.

─ ─ Tips.

Hmmm...... apparently it was an overthought. Really hard fruit.

Then the next problem is still the quality of this paper.

All this, I don't know if I can get it wet, but at first glance, it's not going to be that bad. The degree of paper production is not necessarily as bad as in Japan, but it is thick. Sounds like a village festival with kid-friendly specifications.

If this were the case, I wouldn't break it that way.

But alarm is a great enemy. Though for the first time, the strength of the enemy is unknown. We should be more certain here. No more losses are allowed.

I moved on to see how things were going.

It's still the quickest way to see someone practicing. Very, I can't say I'm good, but I should be able to grasp something if I observe other kids practicing.

One boy started playing ball and I kept an eye on the tip of his hand until the paper broke.

As a result, I spotted the ultimate in this game.

Oh well... did I?

And that's where I saw Dick as chilling.

Dick seemed to have seen and learned how to do other kids the same way again, but you grabbed something, just like me, and his eyes are lit with a winning chance.

That's an abnormal child. That's what it means to be crushing.

Fine, why don't we settle this all the time?

Tell me which is the best I've ever met or the best you've ever found!

(* By the way, this guy who's a bee with his kid, he's a reincarnator)

I concentrated my consciousness on my hand and the poi simulation ahead so as to pay for the festival's bustle.

Sounds good. I feel like I can do anything right now.

I'll wait for the water to settle down and never plug a poi dummy into the water. The aim is a small, light ball at a time, even among balls of all sizes. Then, attacking from the diagonal so as not to accidentally increase the weight on the paper with a large amount of water.

Never move sideways. Behavior is minimal, take care of the paper.

I sat and waited for the ball to come to its optimal position.

And at last - suddenly, the water exploded.

"Huh?"

I forgot to avoid the water by accident. Wear water from Zavan and his head and his whole body gets wet.

Splashing water and balls are no longer shotguns. There was a hole in the wall of the stall, and I was the only one unluckily to feed on it, but the busy square instantly quieted back down.

Potty and, mixed with water droplets, nosebleeds fall to the ground.

One of them, Dick, with a full smile, joys innocently, clasps his hand and says.

"Yay, two wins in a row!

"It's a disobedient loss, yours!

And then, needless to say, I was serious about it.

While Dick ruined one of the stalls and gave me a sermon, I was taken by my mother and went back to the house to get dressed once.

I took off my wet clothes, wiped my body and changed into new clothes, and I turned back to the festival venue.

Think half of it.

Kids are sometimes, horrible. I don't know additions or subtractions.

Dick was also angry this way, wondering if he would grow up to be a good conscious adult, etc., while pulling back the way he came, the discerning Dick was angry and crying at his crowned mother.

It's unusual of him not to cry when his head is slapped with a wooden sword. In the wake of such sentiment, as I watched the sermon come to an end, a bemused village chief approached me.

"This is not going to break the atmosphere of a fun festival. That's what the kid did. Yeah, you don't have to say gamigami. Oh, Reddick?

"Why are you swinging at me, Jizzy?

"If you know what I mean, the Lord is the one who doesn't reflect enough. Well, I miss it now. More than that, Dikuld reflects far more than this idiot. It's a festival. Forgive him already. No."

"If that's what the village chief says... but Dikuld. If you come up with something similar, you won't be able to do it at this point."

"Ha, ha..."

Dick is rubbing his eyes and wiping his tears. What makes you want to look at it with a slightly more forgiving eye is the mood of a friend?

I thought I'd give you my last win. I felt like an adult.

"By the way, if you're going to have a lot of power, these two. You want me to compete for one thing?

─ ─ I stopped.

That's a little different from the opening battle.

The aftermath of the festival - that is, doing it in public. Try losing like that, Dick's stronger from around, awesome. Oh, my God, I can make an extra rumor.

That's unbearable. This is a man's will.

"Well, it's also because I'm the one who gets hurt at the festival. One, why don't we compete with magic? If you see magic that you don't see much of, it will inspire other children. Isn't there something like that in the Knights?

That said, the village chief turned to Dick's parents, Uncle Graham, and Aunt Lattis.

"There is such a thing as an exam, not a holding. But when it comes to what a 4-year-old is likely to be able to do, it doesn't occur to me."

"I can do it, you. Dikuld is what I teach you all the time."

Mullah's mother is not the fathers who are competing over which son is stronger, who kindled a lot of confrontation over that statement.

"Then even Ray can do it. 'Cause she's my kid."

"Well, sure. If it's about goblins, it's a blow."

Redick taking a ride. Often, the discussion between the parents and the conversation became very heated. Of course the contents are not the contents of the battle... but which son is better.

"Okay, well, let's just say it's a Knights-style exam method, and we decide. Is there any objection?

"Naturally!

"Yes!"

"Of course I am!

Apparently, he got entangled. Not at all when this parent.

This is also because my son I am too good... oh how lamentable!

And so on, playing with one sinful female-style act, another sinful son has seen me jizz.

"I won't lose!

His eyes were still slightly red, but his eyes lit as usual. It was the eyes that made me feel the man in Dick, not the eyes that made me feel like a child who was meant to be.

I'm gonna stop kidding, cut Dick in the front.

"Even I can't beat you."

Always, I'll take it. Until this prolonged battle is decided.

I'm going to lose once and I'm not going to challenge you.

This was the first time I thought that might be courtesy between this guy and me.

"First Event 'Number of Attributes'"

Well, a serious battle has finally begun. Today, we are sending you three copies: "Attribute Count", "Operationality" and "Power". So, junkempong.

Yes, my win.

What? What did you put out?

I leave it to your imagination from the text.

"Good luck to you both!

"Don't lose both!

It was just a festival, and there were a lot of people around me and Dick who rented out the center of the square. From time to time, Dick is a tadzi to the cheer of flying from the village humans. I usually drive because I think I'm a potato.

Uncle Graham approached me and Dick, who were moving their eyes and confused.

"Both of you, don't be so nervous. I can't help myself."

"Kid, I'm not nervous! It's just Dick!

"I didn't either! That's the kind of ray that's been solidifying for a while!

It's not solidifying, it's setting up. I can't believe you don't know that, man.

Potatoes, potatoes. It's all potatoes around. Surrounded by potatoes, I can't be nervous.

Even so, Dick insists that I'm more nervous. This bastard, I accidentally fought back, too, and developed into a gagging, gagging argument.

"Huh..."

Uncle Graham zeroed a meaningful grin when he saw us sticking our faces together like that.

"Why don't you both decide that settlement in this battle?

"" Whoa!

Me and Dick accidentally roared at the suggestion.

We play like every day, and we know about the magical attributes that we can use with each other. In conclusion, that's four of the basic attributes. I mean, normally, this battle is a draw.

Therefore, it makes sense to lose if you are nervous. Of course I drive normally, so I'm not supposed to fail or anything, but I'm sure Dick would make a mistake nervously.

I got this fight.

"Okay, let's just say we start. Let's start with a little research. Use one attribute of your choice."

... Let's conclude.

Drawn.

That means that Dick and I were as nervous as we were. I'm not convinced.

As soon as the battle started, he said he was going to take it back. How far does he hate losing at all?

With such dissatisfaction, on the contrary, I turned it into a struggle, and I switched my consciousness to the next event.

"Let's start the second event," Target Hit. "

MC, Mullah Mother on her behalf.

And that's what we're after.

"Come on. The point changes depending on where you hit it, so go for it, both of you."

No, wait, wait, wait.

"What, not round?

"You idiot, it's a form of action!

"No, don't take it personally! It's a test to see how precisely magic can be successfully applied to a human body's weaknesses. Redick is forbidden to move."

Then let's at least make it kakashi. I'm not rebellious enough to let my real father hit me with magic.

I told my parents that.

"You don't have to worry, both of you. Redick is so sturdy that he doesn't even scratch his magic if he's serious about it."

Sure, you were bumping into it without hesitation.

"And for exams, you can't stand regular kakashi. In this case, Mr. Redick has no more purpose in this village."

No, no, I can't keep up with the common sense of the other world for a bit.

For once, I've killed goblins, my magic.

"Come on, don't be shy! Shoot me in as hard as you can!

A father who spreads his hands to the big letters and waits in a position that is too defenseless.

Okay, well, I'm gonna look at Dick and I, see what's going on. Dick is just like me, and he seems hesitant.

"... confirmation, are you sure you're okay?

"I'm fine. This man is sturdy enough to swim through the magma."

"No, that's gonna burn the boulder, dude!

I see, he was kellogging after that execution, not because his mother was at ease. Instead, my father Reddick seems to be stopping humans to the point of shooting them in earnest and finally being punished.

Or maybe all the people in this world are... think about it, I feel like me and Dick, who are 4 years old and have a surprising physical ability, have probably graduated from being human.

Thinking about it, I had no idea that my father, who had defeated that dragon, was going to do something about it like my magic.

"... So, you're gonna do it from me?

Taking it off the culture shock, I decided to take Dick's place, still in shock, and try it in action first.

"Waterball"

Because no magic was specified, I chose the water version of the fireball. Fire and dirt seem painful, and the wind cuts off my skin. In that regard, water balloons used to extinguish fires and draw water will only get wet a long time and are safe.

If you just want to see the magic operability, this will do.

"How much?"

That said, I moved my hand toward my father to push it out. With that, the water polo that was floating around my head moves out.

Because magic is powered by magic, you don't have to move your hands, but there's no reason why you shouldn't. Especially in such a scenario, the distance and direction can be inferred by hand, making it easy to operate.

Aim, my father's chest. Target the heart, which is the weakness of the human body.

Basha...!

The operation was perfect. Though reluctantly, I hit my father in the chest exactly as I was aiming.

"Hmm, operability isn't bad. the speed also extends to the point,"

Apparently, Uncle Graham does the grading. I'm writing something down in earnest.

"Next time, Dikuld will do it."

"Ugh, yeah."

Dick was rushed by his father to take a deep breath before activating the magic.

"Rock Ball"

Dick activated the Earth attribute version of the sphere.

Well, it's hard to tell a 4-year-old to think of safe attributes for himself and choose. For once, he's probably good at earthly magic, and he's moving terribly slowly, so he won't be as powerful as ever.

It's just...

"... Dick. Where are you going?

"What? When I say weakness, isn't it the groin?

Dick was an innocent child by the way.

After this, my father blued 'dude' to the point where he was so close. And uncle Graham gives a ghost order not to move, to his father who tried to move unexpectedly.

Ultimately, as the men tightened their groins softly and the women turned away, it goes without saying that for some reason, the last time they accelerated rapidly, my father was stunned.

Kids are scary!

"Now, the final event," Powerful ""

Earlier assumptions were competing for operability, so the power was out-of-the-box. For that matter, I just had to jump a little, but not this time either. Exactly. The next target won't be people.

"I'll do the next part."

... I hear it was a sweet idea.

The next target was Uncle Graham.

"But it's power, isn't it?

I mean, all the best. It's not the same story as fireballs and the like, which are the initial steps of magic. It's magic that can kill people, not even on teeth like goblins. But...

"Don't worry. Classic, but also incorporates this in the Knights. I used to score my men tough with this."

Uncle Graham continued to stand on the spot, nostalgic for the old days and not saying anything. Two, if I missed my gaze, I had a mother with an unlike smile when a child tried to unleash magic on people and a father who incited me to do it with his gaze.

... Seriously. Are you serious?

My parents, they felt like some head screw was blowing up, but even the Knights. Is that so? No, well, maybe it's like a mock fight with a sword, but whatever, isn't it too licking when you're a kid?

And so on, and again in a cultural shock, unlike his father, who was only a shirt and shortbread, Uncle Graham took and set up a shield that stood on a nearby tree.

It's a big shield. Once shrunk, it's big enough for every adult to hide.

The making is a longitudinal pentagon. The troubled area below is stuck in such a way that it can be easily pierced to the ground. Perhaps friction with the ground is a specification that can kill the power.

Uncle Graham, with his face out of the top of his shield, said.

"Target doesn't have to worry if it comes off somewhat. I'll fit. You two, do your best to shoot the magic."

What a shield... awesome. Somehow I feel different about peace of mind.

Shooting all the magic I could, I'm starting to feel okay. At least it's better than when you hit a man in his everyday clothes.

"Well, you're coming from me, right?

That said, when I breathed out, I concentrated my magic on the wooden knife. At first glance, it seems like a magic fill that powers and reinforces matter, but this is a magic that has been applied and knitted.

The wooden sword stains the color of my magic - red, increasing in intensity. So far, just fill. It takes a lot of skill to handle a lot of magic, so having such a vessel gives you room for magically activated images.

And from here is magic. Take this accumulated magic to the fire at once.

That day, like the sword of fire my father showed me, the wooden sword was covered in fire.

"What... the magic..."

"I... I didn't teach you this magic."

An eye-opening father and a mother with her hands in her mouth and a grunt.

I, once I stop the activation there, carefully extend my hand with the wooden sword straight to the side so that there is no fire in my hand.

And...

"Burning Demon Sho Kill!

I wielded it with momentum.

Fire winds a vortex, creating a helical rough wave. A swirling airflow was created towards the side, and a flame rushed through it.

Sounds good when it comes to compound magic, but it's actually wind magic of the elementary degree, and it just released the fire that created the flow and stored there all at once.

In terms of difficulty, the extent to which two elementary magics are activated. It can be activated if the magic accumulated by the Magic Fill is changed to fire and the wind flow is created.

Well, if you're better at magic manipulation, you don't have to bother filling it up and accumulating magic, you just have to use the amount you need, so from a wizard like your mother, it would look like a really rare magic. If you say so, you're making up for the immaturity of magic manipulation with other skills, making it more powerful.

So my magic has a lot of power. Once upon a time, I wondered if even the demons that were about to be killed could be defeated. Well, I wouldn't risk that...

Anyway, to say how much Dick, the magic manipulation of a child alone is not far from this power. This fight is my win.

But when I looked at Chirali and Dick, he dyed his face red with heat shots, but he didn't even bend over or bite his mouth in remorse. However, those eyes lit a magical fire and were burning hot.

"Ha!"

Mood line. When you undo the mind you were scattering, you see that moment when magic pushes you down to the mood.

"Become..."

Unexpectedly stunned. Uncle Graham bounced off the confident magic without using a shield.

"I see... that's horrible"

My uncle groans with potpourri. But it doesn't come with a real feeling at all, is it because of your mind? I was reminded of the overwhelming difference in power between whether I was able to take advantage of reincarnation cheats.

Next to me like that, Dick growls bumpy.

"... meh... n"

I couldn't hear what you were saying, but to Dick, who came forward as he was, I'd back off and give up the place.

And I waited alarmingly for it, not to imitate anything that would disturb Dick's concentration, but just as Dick wouldn't be able to.

"Build up...... van. Build up, van. Store..."

I knew the glow of the sword.

The colors are slightly different. But the same red glow fills the wooden sword. It is a testament to the accumulation of magic without deception. This is the result of using magic fill skills.

No way...

"─ Bang!

Like imitating the firing sound of a pistol, but much bigger in caliber than that, and a lot of dirt bullets jumped through it at a fierce speed, like a gatling gun.

Probably imitated. But before I could say anything like that, I couldn't hold back the feeling that you wouldn't.

This abnormal kid is going to totally make the backgammon I've worked so hard on just at first glance.

There were no words.

But then I was.

"hahaha"

I laughed so much that I said there would be nothing stranger.

What can I say? I had a hunch.

Always have been.

I have such a hunch that I'm going to keep drawing forever until I die.

"The battle is a draw."

Such an unclear settlement seemed delightful just today.