Gang of Yuusha

The arena cheer was noisy enough to remind me of the rough weather sea chirping. The packed audience wanted a struggle, with a roar. They are enthusiastic about waving their hands up and imitating the tsunami.

The Kingdom has repeatedly invaded in order to acquire territory.

Even the general public has no aversion or fear of the blood being shed.

Sometimes it is quick to take away the resources of other countries for the sake of rich countries.

That's how I've flourished. A powerful country eats a weak country. Merge. Stronger. It's a simple drawing.

Stepping on the soil of the circular arena, Shoji rubbed the sand behind his shoes.

Even fittingly, we were to put together a flashy protector that looked good at the time. The prickly waistcoat engraved with the engraved shoulder armor and magic lettering of the winged phoenix looked like a fighter, not much of a preference.

As a person, I don't have a spirit of service, I don't feel like waving to the audience, but when someone supports me, it stimulates my struggle.

"Mmm..."

Strangely enough - the opponents opposite were putting the darkness together.

Covered in a blackish flame that burns with boobs.

I don't feel like a living human being, but also like a moving stone statue.

The figure must be human.

Yet I don't know how to dress, face, hair, or shape.

Shoji tried to determine his opponent's trends while gripping the Devil's Sword loosely with both hands.

If you don't know who you are, depending on how you move, you were going to decide how to end it, but things are strange. He poked a knee on the ground and was suspicious of behavior.

The starting sound of the drum of the start of the battle rang.

You can try it again.

That's how temper swelled as Shoji watched for a long time - poised to kill enough to wind the vortex, the enemy rushed all at once.

"Ugh, oh."

Breathtaking fast.

He quickly packs his distance and turns to attack with a smooth body judgment.

Survival instincts rang the alarm. There is definite pressure as a strong man.

This guy is, apparently, an easy opponent.

My body opened and whirlwind legs flew in while I blinked.

The foot judgment to mow the neck would be an occasional part of repetitive work. I even remember the magnificence.

I decided to stop doing things and accepting them, twisting myself and shielding my sword. But either it was due to wind pressure or my whole body was about to twist and one arm was flushed. The two-arrow spinning kick continues. Incredibly, the opponent keeps spinning in the air. It's a stormy attack.

Whether it is the aftermath of energy or it gets shifty and heavy to the toe.

I am overwhelmed by the trouble, pushed and my trunk is about to collapse. Throat - The chase is coming after the steeple. He played his opponent's toe with a sword in distress and relied on a strong ankle. Shot in the shoulder and about to fall, he gains the momentum, jumps backwards and takes the distance.

"Wow, this guy is... tough"

Lick your lower lip. However, I am prepared to compete.

Shoji dropped his hips and started a combat operation.

I ran out to draw a circle. It takes you around to beat your opponent out of the blind spot. The black shadow also turns to the other side as it responds. Here's the move. You need to kata not let them give you unknown moves - and the other side will think about it.

When the circles dotted each other, the temporal defenses were exchanged. When I try to slash him, did I expect him to? The strangely irregular movements of the enemy are difficult to read. It is based on some unseen power. There also seems to be no constraint of gravity. The attack is heavy and springy.

――

The opponent ran the words of the Special.

There was no sound, but my mouth felt open. Then the disturbed kick hit me as a chunk. One blow is not so different from the Spike of the Long Sword - not very much, but unprotected. I heard a tall noise with Kakiin and my body jumped. I got kicked in the floating left arm and my toe floated. Throwing the left blade of the Devil's Sword as he wrapped his tongue around immense power.

The Devil's Sword stretches its shiny chains as it crawls through the earth.

Drawing an arc circle, the enemy jumped on the brink of wrapping it around his opponent's toe from the rear.

From underneath, the demonic sword tracks (homing).

Flying blades attack according to the owner's will - that's usually the only performance, but strong enough.

It prevents the movement of distant enemies, which can be tied up and captured.

"Become"

With some power, the Devil's Sword was shot down.

I got chained to the ground and stopped moving.

The enemies who twist themselves and change direction stay put and kick as if they were also walls in the air. I've changed my whole body to a warhead, and I'm fast approaching.

Understand what you have seen sweetly, as well as being unable to defend.

Son of a bitch, don't lick it.

Shoji bit his tongue.

Drink down blood. He expressed his back hand, The Dragon Ride, dramatically improving his physical abilities. Sift the remaining right blade into reverse cuts for interception.

Metal clashed with each other. The high power scatters a spark. Your right arm gets sharply heavier. Looks like they're going to put lead on it. Up to the chest can sink with some force. I felt sick because of the compression of my lungs and even nauseated. Then he stretched his left arm toward his opponent.

Throat - hard to see where it is, but to crush it.

Squeezing his death force, he endures something that presses his flesh against him.

He was a wrathful Leskia, but he was wondering if the Great Spirit would have done it and made it smaller.

My head gets cold as I fight.

It's not like fighting a previous demon god. Unlike before, the enemy is a fierce man.

As an adventurer I had to calm my mind in order to deal with it unconnectively. I can't stay angry forever.

Gradually regaining vigilance from the state of excitement by means of breathing, he flies lightly backwards by kicking his enduring opponent's sword.

If you take a distance and look at the mad fire elves again, the setup is strange.

It seemed like there was a sword from both arms that wasn't supposed to hold anything.

"Not like before, I guess..."

Anger and sorrow are swirling, but bitter memories are distracting.

I'm standing near the fire escape, but I also feel weird at my feet.

I know you're visionary - but your brain is going crazy like it's been shaken.

"Arcia......"

The sound of my heart rang.

The enemy is the enemy. It has to be defeated - dominated by thoughts like obsessive-compulsive ideas.

Again, Leskia ran out toward a man-shaped red flame. The sight of an enemy covered in lava seemed like a collection of boiling rocks.

"Ugh."

Faster than earlier - Leskia also put the gear to the top as it approached at a terribly agile speed. I don't have time to use my abilities, kicks and swords collide. A noisy sword trident squeals with his ears, whirling in multiple ways to give each other moves.

Flag color is unfavourable.

Leskia historically felt the difference in physical performance and found that the number of injuries was increasing. No, I can't win anymore. The battle protection continues with teeth bite.

When a frightening blow went through the side of his neck, he decided to put out his back hand, which he'd never roughly used.

It inverts the qualities of the 'business leg', creating a contact between repellence and gravity. Shake your right leg down and shake your left leg up. It is a technique that crushes those who are between them by crossing them.

"I didn't expect you to do it this far."

Lost in numbers, bounced off - Leskia landed on the ground and shook her blonde hair rough with sweat.

The next time I'm pressured for meat, I'll show you how to keep it.

Yeah, we're almost there. That's right.

Come here. I'll do it.

Shoji had noticed that his opponent was in a "hoard," but he didn't even care. The damage is healed by super healing, and you can discuss it. Which way, because I knew I was the one who would survive.

The Devil's Sword, however, became less firm. It's like a mess. I don't care how I fly, and I can't remember the performance I want to hide.

"There 'll be no more time left."

Focus on the thumb of your feet.

The operation is simple. I go around behind the enemy, imitate the kicking moves they are good at, and kick them up as much as I want - Shoji ran out prioritizing the pain. Kick the ground and walk to the zigzag. Leaping all at once on the stuffing, the black shadow took an unnatural stance as if waiting.

The space bends over.

Tsunami-like pressures come from the back and from the foot - a force without grasp works and the response of the flesh becomes dull. I can't stop. I rotated my ankle, squeezed my full strength, and took evasive action for once.

When the opponent sets it up, it's a special opportunity, so if you raise this...

"Wait."

Suddenly - the world has shifted.

The view changes that it was a battlefield with pieces of glass scattered around it. What I was watching disappears. Strength fell out of his whole body and wandered into a world that dramatically replaced him.

"Ugh."

"Ah."

Instead it was the countless expansive bookshelf walls that appeared.

It spreads fan-shaped, up to the ascending stairs, as if it were the inside of a tower.

It was Vermond with gray hair who spoke out - waved away his light-hearted hands. Did you break the illusion?

It was Leskia who was confronted by Shaw, and she was in the process of shaking her legs up and releasing her moves, also standing, pompous.

"... oh"

When Leskia and I meet each other, we look awkward.

It took illusion, because I thought I knew, but I was really into it. If you think about it, you should know the genre and the gymnastics, but you didn't notice at all.

What I had in my hand was not even a demon sword.

Part of the columnar trunk of the lift, it was an iron pipe. How far have you been hallucinating? I believed I was normal, but was my head still driving me crazy?

"Ha... it was dangerous. I almost killed Shoji."

"Hey. You're the other way around... cum"

My knee laughed as I tried to argue, and I almost fell. It's the aftermath of the Dragon Riding Act. It was premature to get my hands on it. I had potions, but I wouldn't try to use them. I can't believe I was, like, losing my mind.

Did Leskia get it wrong, Ha Han and damn laugh.

"Heh heh... it looks like the damage is serious after all. I'm sorry, I was stronger."

"You can show him now."

[Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come and get me! If you don't, I'll shank you. Ooh!

The three turned out loud.

It was in the center of the floor. There is something that appears to be a "chapter" displayed on a one-legged pedestal and in a glass case. It's just three pieces of paper, but the corresponding horrible, ever-increasing signs are emitted.

"Is that it... he's not here"

There is no such thing as a little boy.

The lift is up. He escaped.

"Has Gortle been confused...... no, he escaped? You won't need that man anymore."

"I don't think it's a good idea to make a copy."

The three approached the pedestal and first Vermond stepped forward slightly forcefully, looking at the pieces of paper as they ate in. I had no choice but to turn around to the side and fist crack the glass open. Fragments scattered, and the Chapter screamed, but Shoji didn't care.

"See you later, Vermond."

"No, that's enough. Daimyo, as expected."

"As expected?

When asked, he openly shifts his eyeballs to the side.

Vermond thought he slipped his mouth on the question, sighing while dropping both shoulders and dampening his lips with a lukewarm tongue.

"The Chapter... was in my village, too. When I was a mining engineer, a miner unearthed it by chance. It was similar to the contents, so I said it was exactly what I expected."

"Your hometown is north, isn't it? Was the Chapter spreading to that point?

"Yeah, I don't know what the old alchemist thinks, but it seemed scattered. We can't burn our own crystals of wisdom, but we can't let them use them, and they're all over the world… I don't know if the bandits sold them bulks."

"What happened to your village's" Chapter "?"

"The chief sold it. Trouble with the money."

Shoji did not pursue it because it was a dark story that was revealed. Because I thought the family had trouble living a lot of money and sold it cheaply.

"Let's get it."

[Wait, please don't!

Where Leskia urged, the urgent voice of a different woman sounded from the Chapter.

A sphere of illusory magic reappears. Now it became a glorious statue of a woman, but she didn't have a face. Reaching out to stop it.

Could be the guardian in this labyrinth, by Gortle's valves. You can think of it as a sexuality system.

[I shouldn't let you out. That's evil -]

Magic was unleashed before continuing the words.

Vermond's flaming arrow pierced the heart of the female figure.

Keep your hands in the extended pose, cut them off.

"Out of the way."

[Now... everything...]

The resentful voice of the burning and extinguishing statue of the goddess had a thin cold.

Reschia peeps at Vermond on the side and complains with a grumpy face.

"Wasn't that worth listening to?

"I don't know. Next time, I might be able to break illusions too."

Leskia was not given two sentences when it was returned.

Shoji stuffed the "Chapter" in his shoulder back and whistled, not even caring about the two sinister ones.

"Request (quest), clear. Let's go home."