Gang of Yuusha

Shoji jumped the speedpotion cork lid with his thumb and took a sip.

A-rank sorcerer, if that's an operator on a defensive mission too, he's definitely battle trained.

He's a guardian knight sent by the Sorcerer's Association, so to speak.

I can be a defensive magician because I'm a militant.

It is easier to assume that the dimensions are different from those of those who can only study bluebirds.

If so - I'll put Keri on at once.

If you can, you should let them die while they don't show you what's in their hands.

The murderous fluctuations became an airflow that blew through. Holly's forehead is scattered under the wind pressure. She gazes at Shoji's face as she narrows her eyes, creating a tannic surface.

"Hmm...... that's scary. It's a killer like a desert wind. By the way, I don't know if I've ever seen him anywhere. I think I know you. [M] Sure, you wore a scarlet costume... what's your family name?

Nice to meet you. Shoji's upper body rocks. The back of my eyes burns. The power of mystery comes into play.

I wasn't interested in having them lined up. Maybe we met somewhere, but we'll never see each other again. I don't need to remind you.

There is no point in the lament of the deceased - it is equally pointless as the cry of the severed demon.

Shoji never had any extra emotions when he saw Holly's pristine or graceful face. The enemy is the enemy. That's what I've been trained to do. No, were you good at splitting it from the start?

The wet mouth is soaked with the hem of the arm, and the picked test tube falls to the ground. The leg strength is enhanced off the girder. The rate of motor nerve transmission increases.

Empty bottles clash against stone ground and scatter in shatters.

Shoji disappeared from the spot as if the pleasant sound had also been a signal.

And vanished like a ghost.

At least that's what Holly seemed like, and she peeled her eyes in amazement.

"- Come on!"

I was lucky for Holly to detect signs from directly next to me. Because I was able to take defensive positions. Shoji, who seemed to have disappeared, flew straight to the side, out of sight of his opponent, moving almost at right angles and approaching Holly.

The accumulated fist is shot out. Demonic hounds can't react in time, even as they intercept. Holly guarded herself with her bare armor, but she wasn't forced to lose her shock.

The thin body of the small line danced to the sky with momentum as if it had been blown away by an explosion.

Thus nearly ten meters flew and crashed into the upstairs window of the tongue roof and wooden oil vault.

"Go!

Shoji shouted at Dordo.

Dordo, who was looking to the advantage of the situation, suddenly ate his face, but read something from Shoji's tight face, rushed for the other side of the darkness, and disappeared.

Sorcerers have inherent barriers.

It was a barrier of pure magic, a high density of the air layer, or a coagulated water membrane, but none of the sensations I hit earlier.

Shoji dropped his eyes on his fist.

More heterogeneous - it felt like I hit a sandbag that I had to.

Three hounds who remembered the role acted. Combine and attack.

The first hound to fly was able to twist his body half a spin. I also jumped on a high kick to one from the right. But one of them from behind bites me in the torso.

The clothes tear. His skin is torn with sharp fangs and blood seeps in, and the hounds are dying crazy and putting force on his jaw. I put my hitting elbow in my head, but I'm not leaving.

Shoji stood still and grabbed the hound's neck, snapping his neck bone.

Completely killed the response. I peeled it off and threw it away.

But the broken hound stood on his limbs as if nothing had happened, and the broken neck changed in a hedronic fashion, restoring it to its original position as he saw it.

It was a creepy sight that distorted my face.

Even zombie dogs are trapped by the feeling they're dealing with.

I kicked him in the ass and broke his ribs. Not a single one is recovering. He opens his mouth wide and looks for a gap in Shoji as he drips.

I thought about going forward and feeding him a series of attacks, but if he is a summoner, he will vanish if he starts the operator.

Someone's throat sounded murmuring. Holly, who drank the high potion, woke up and stood up, landing just upstairs to the ground.

Pay a dusty costume by daddy's hand.

He is rubbing the elbow of his left hand, which is painfully sloppy and stops moving.

"Keho... drowsiness flew. You broke a bone. This... hurts so bad. Something sharper, a blade, would have died now. Can I take your bare hands for kindness?

"You can cry and run."

I haven't been humiliated in a long time.

The fist I unleashed with so much force was meant to give me a fatal blow. Yet they are alive. It's too pitiful not to be able to stop a fragile sorcerer with one blow.

Faster. Sharper. I decided to punch him with more weight. The shape of the eyes disappeared from both eyes. Blood-running eyes glowed with phosphorescence.

My head is getting hot. My nerves are clearing up. The swollen muscles rippled. Bend your knees, keep your head down and put your right foot forward.

Assault attitude without thinking of defense.

Even heavily guarded heavy knights by steel and protective witchcraft will fall apart and desperate if they eat the next blow properly.

"Then I wonder if you will let me get away with it. It doesn't look that way."

"You can try it"

"Let's not"

"Well, fall apart"

Flirting and Shoji's body swayed. He disappears. Holly now jumped backwards.

The ground is well kicked as it moves to the zigzag. There are holes in the foot shape and fragments of the stone scattered without the concrete being able to withstand. It fleshes out at a breathless rate.

Holly couldn't believe that the momentum was too strong and the ahead floated slightly above the ground. It also appears that a black mass with red eyes is flying.

Whether he realized he was cut off or hated the hounds, Shoji flew.

The outrage is coming down from the sky. A violent fist with inexhaustible power is shot out.

Now there will be more terrible shocks ahead of us than last time.

Death is imminent.

That's how I understood it. Holly served and calmly mumbled the words of summoning magic.

A dull, muddy light dwelt in my hand.

The expression was the one that was stiff and tight, but her white shirt was wet with cold sweat and applied to her skin, and she's been attacked by an unpleasant feeling between her thighs and crotch.

Hiding fear and fighting wore nerves.

He was desperate to escape. I don't even want to imagine what would happen if I turned my back. Ten and eighty-nine, you will die unharmed.

The dry mouth was smoothly Holly's protective junction, expressing the magic of the tiger child.

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Stark and the band were waiting when Dordo reached the trolley haulage.

I handed him only one sack of hemp I had held while I was out of breath. The thread of tension is interrupted by the minimum amount of service, and you get your hands on your knees. Breathe haha.

Hemp bags contain a lot of gold. Another potion has been left in the shadows. I guess it's sad for Dold to carry him on a hurry, it was too heavy.

It's a bend, so we should find it when Shoji comes running this way. Even if you don't, it's just a bunch of bills over there in the potion. It's no waste to lose it.

"What about Shoji?

"Eh, meet the enemy... no, I still do"

Silence descends. I had assumed that I would contend with the summoner, but no time was left for hassle.

In a small room with no lights, the men were forced to make decisions.

Go help or wait for Shoji.

Or... put it down and run.

Time is running out. I got all the stolen goods. No one put it in their mouth, but it's also possible that Shoji climbed up the wall and ran away from somewhere else. Then they may eat the waiting.

The band told the facts with a dark look.

"We have bombs installed in three locations on the site. Small liquid type, but detonates in five minutes. You should be flying pretty good. Can mess up restored magic system again"

"Extended time? Are you declining contact with the outside world?

"If it's not a special communications stone for military use, I'm saying no"

Stark's questions were also exchanged at the operations conference, but the band confidently affirmed.

It's easy to get to help. But if Shoji is a struggling opponent, we could get in our way. Shouldn't we now bring the money to the board and wait for Shoji to rush in there?

"Even if Doji gets caught, he needs bail."

Dordo made him feel unspeakable guilty about the band's decision to compromise.

I was able to stand up to the sorcerer with him, but only I ran away. If you think about it, the weapons were everywhere. Throwing even a stone could have helped a little, and it wasn't hard to attract one of the hounds.

As long as I'm willing, I can't wait to think about it that way.

"I... I'm sorry!

"Oh, hey Dold!

Whatever happens when you go - you can forgive me enough to go see how it goes.

I tried to stop the band that raised the voice of restraint, but I reconsidered along the way. Dordo's footsteps are distant, and his later appearance melts into darkness.

The band turned to Stark with the face that there was no choice.

"We'll do what we have to do. It's important to get away with the money."

"... oh"

Perhaps Stark is the one who wants to help the most.

The band guessed. Because that's how the anguished look of blaming myself told the story.

Killing the gushing emotions, the band touched a device that absorbed magic and activated the trolley.

When I think I didn't have to walk in a place that was a sea of fire, I feel like I got my whole life to die suddenly.

It would help if there was no damage to the driving rails, but in some circumstances you have to get off on the way.

The heel and wheels turned and invited him on a relatively safe air journey.

There are high and low differences in road muscles, but at high positions, the sea plains can also be viewed. The band was dying to go home asexually while laying on a moving trolley along the rails.

I want to secure a bunch of bills, but I left my people behind.

I'm sorry - I have money.

I have a living to keep my family alive.

The three brothers in flea-filled futons at the Boro family are starving to wait.

My apologies to my companions who do it in my heart were vain. It's an excuse for misery.

I just thought about my family, begging for forgiveness.

For the life of the band, it was the beginning of misfortune that my parents died of illness.

An unschooled human being who just has halfway knowledge, like himself, can only earn change.

I tried to make an effort to provide for my family, but my work didn't go well either because I was short minded and I couldn't throw away my boring pride.

It costs money to feed my brothers. Warm futons and clean food cost money.

I can't stand to work seriously even though I know it by my head. I can't live like I thought.

Calling yourself a scumbag doesn't even make you a true person all of a sudden.

- There was an incident a few days ago that was a shock.

It was when I saw my seven-year-old brother stealing fruit from the market and feeding it to his five-year-old brother.

My brother, who stole it, was hungry, too.

Yet I was giving myself a harsh look without eating.

as if to carry out the duties imposed.

Honorable, I felt like I had seen something sad.

The band walked away from the spot, hurting so much that his chest was about to rip open and tears caught on.

I also have money to preach that stealing is a bad thing.

You can't do anything, but you can't imitate shamelessly like you preach the way.

I'll feed you something nutritious, and I'll preach to you never to do that again.

He says stealing and other things are never forgivable - at least, unlike himself, I want only my younger brothers to live so that they can face the world.

"Oh, my God..."

The band, who were praying for Stark's crush, turned their attention.

Across the ocean, I'm distracted by blood as I look at a point. It was also a hundred million robberies to move the body because the magic was exhausting and exhausting, but I worry and do my gaze in the same direction.

The dark sea should be there. No. The view is changing.

There were a number of yellow canteras lit by the sea.

He asserted his presence brightly in the dark night, and was gathered in one place as a blurry round dot.

The yellow lights reflect the crosshairs of the four sail columns.

The sailboat is unloading the anchor and the sailor is stopping the ship.

Still, we're ready for battle. The cannon opens all the way on one side of the sharp line, and the cannon is directed to the cliff.

Watchman Zhang stood, looking for a shadow and staring at the shoreline with a ghostly face.

On the other hand, a large boat (lunch) was about to land on the side of the sailboat, from the fishing column to the surface of the sea.

Straw and crew are aboard for factory control.

The size of that giant ship would hold nearly a hundred soldiers.

At the top of the sail pillar, the military flag flickered - symbolizing its presence in the wind with majesty.

Navy! The mind of the band froze when he became aware and understood the blush.

The trained soldier has a long gun packed with gunpowder and a well sharpened cutlass.

They are all war professionals. Gazing at him, he looked familiar to the black flag.

He was one of the elite ships of the merciless and famous Admiral Slash.

An assassin from the town guard of the error knife. He is also an aristocrat with a title, and a genuine heroic gesture has been sent down one enemy ship after another on the battlefield.

It's just... it's just a few tens of millions.

I don't think it's a reaction to such a tiny steal. I'm overreacting. Acting too quickly.

You can't be this fast and timely.

Those guys aren't.

It's not on the same level as a gendarme who just bullies the city's chimps.

Fighting won't stop you from winning. Everything's out of plans.

Such a siege net is unreasonable.

But that's what's happening in real life.

"Chip!! Chip! Oh, my God! Why me! How the hell did this happen! Bullshit! God! What did I do?

The band rarely kicked on the side walls of the trolley when they frenzied.

An ugly scream disappeared toward heaven.

Everything's gone. Money, the future, my brothers, everything goes to hell.

The trolley that was running stopped cursorily. It was because the band was out of control.

"No seaside... we'll break through the main entrance"

The arm-wrapped stark was severely painful and suggested quietly.

That was the only way to unlock the hopeless phase. The band knew how ridiculous that was. Even though it has been decided that soldiers will come from land.

Still, I just have to bet.

We have to give up the purified water we hid on the rock reef, but we still have a lot of money.

Hopefully, we may be able to multiply the darkness and escape.

Hope is left.

"Stark, I, I..."

"Lord Dachi. Relax. If you have to, I'll let you get away with it."

I spotted the band's mood and there were no lies in Stark's hip-sitting attitude.

Boneless determination had been consolidated. Rough compassion was there.

The band, who had totally cared, was upset to squeak his face with tears, but eventually the focus of his eyes was set and he regained his manhood.

"No. Let's go back. Let's get out of here!