Gang of Yuusha

- You live as a brave man who devotes himself to the world.

Shoji remembers well the day the priestess of the church told him so. It was when I was twelve. At the time, the payment to the boys and soldiers was extraordinary, and I stopped by the church pretending to arrive because I could make stew of the torso pan. It was never to get an announcement in church.

But he became the chosen one, and the way he saw the world changed.

I learned that if I killed a vicious monster, I would get a reward.

I found that if I killed more enemy soldiers than anyone else, I could emerge.

I drank potion with the money I earned and swung my sword at the rump.

The talent of blooming genius increased his pride. It is only natural that those who are too well fall. That's how you make the wrong choice when it matters. So it's a failure this time too. I sanded my glory.

If you think calmly, you should have taken Louis Hawk's hand.

Then why did you want to fight? Because I was disgusted with myself thinking about the benefits all the time? No, I know. I'm sure he believed it would be better to live without rotting.

"- Huh!"

A sharp sword protruded by Louis Hawk cut his cheek open. The zhu glands are depicted and the thrust of the chase is repeated several times. Royal palace swordsmanship is a tornado of slaughter. Death awaits if you get involved. Shoji kept avoiding while spinning like a windmill. Perfect potion works. My whole body is bloody, but I recover. Pack the distance with the thought of death and enter in time.

"Screw you, do it!

My fist caught the tip of my jaw. Hard response, but conveyed the feeling of crushing the jawbone. Louis Hawk's leg floated and slammed him against the wall. There was an indentation, and scattered stones popped out and rolled. My legs flutter trying to go after him. The moment I hit him, he was fighting back and his left leg was scraped. I get on my knees.

It sounded like bubbles could play from right in front of me. Louis Hawk's damage disappears. The gods of "Enhancement" are accelerating the ability to regenerate.

Strong in melee is the same here and there.

No matter how hard you hit it, it's hard to hit it effectively.

It should be a quality-of-orientation - you shouldn't be able to 'enhance' the others while you're strengthening your physical abilities.

Where is the weakness?

Would I die if I walked through my heart?

If I jump my neck from my torso, will I die instantly? It's worth a try, but Misumi, you can't let me go that far.

"You're a bakemon."

"I don't want you to tell me. How many fatal injuries do you think they've inflicted?"

The tone was like a teacher. I wave my long sword and fly my blood fat to the grass. Relax, there's no fear in the expression.

My hands, my legs, my torso - my head chopped up. But Shoji understood that was the sweetness of Louis Hawk. I know how far this one will die, and I'm handing it off.

"My lord, come to your fullest strength. Well, seriously, we're gonna tear it apart."

"Juniors are cute things. Not to mention the talented child in particular… but is it time to end it"

I took out the Chapter.

The page turns up all alone. The qualities of "enhancement" are counter-argumental moves. Increase the number of potions that creep into the page of the book.

"'Deep, unconscious, sinking bottom'"

"Whoa."

It's not Atomic Potion rain. Water flow occurred using the open book as the starting point. Looks like a fountain. Playing the water noise, it fell and became turbid, producing muggings. Shoji's feet swung and sank to his calves. I tried to escape, but I can't jump as a twat. In no time, he slips to his thighs and is swallowed from his hips to his torso. It cooled down from my toes to my spine through my nerves. There is a sense that important things like vitality and energy are taken away.

"Be quiet until you reflect there."

I don't like it.

Chewing off a thousand tongues - expressing "Dragon Riding Method," Shoji punched the mud. A pleasant sound sounds and the shock spreads in waves. He let it expand by playing a streak and continued to the bottom of the ground. It's just an unscrupulous hand-wrestling phone punch, but it's enormously powerful.

He kicked a hard dirt floor and leaped to Louis Hawk.

I rewarded them for this. Makes me think I've read through it, and it takes a beating at the wrong speed. It's a must win Theory.

"'Rain washing the sand'"

The rain clouds are next. Atomic potion rain that turns the human body into sand, as assumed. I was blocked from going as a curtain first. Shoji stepped on the brakes and tried to get around, but Louis Hawk is defending the Quartet. I can't get close.

A vast amount of steam becomes a flat screen, thickening and occupying the sky.

There has to be a gap to get in. Rainfall is limited.

We have no choice but to fight as we approach the surgeon.

- But.

"Quick, I don't know what you thought, but you're free to move."

The clouds moved biologically.

The rain fog hit me from the back as I was drifting straight up by buoyancy, but it flipped suddenly. Water droplets broke in from the neck muscle of the jacket and the moment I thought it was cold, I lost my senses. Terribly painless.

"Whoa."

I got my chest filled with holes. My toes are taken without escape. The ability to play Perfect Potion cannot be chased down. The speed of progress was too, too fast. Is it due to differences in qualities?

As he crawls and melts, Louis Hawk approaches him with a merciful face.

Shoji squeezed his strength as he roughed his breath and moved his hands, rolling on his back.

Less sensation of flesh. Many places are missing. Both legs turned into sand, even as they fled, and were gone.

"Do you surrender?"

"I liked your wife's honey tea too... I wonder if you mean classy sweetness... oh ho"

"It was also considered good for my health. It's homemade, so I'll hem it."

"I don't see a working bee today. Is it cold because it's near the top of the mountain... or is it sleeping at night... what do you think?

"What do you think"

You thought the semi-dead were confused by a lack of blood, Louis Hawk was cramped with answers. Shoji was catching the damp smell. Almost there. Maybe soon. Look, there he is.

The wind blew through the trees, pounding and the rain grains began to fall. It's real rain.

The mountains of error knives are susceptible to changing seasons.

It is also due to the fact that it is topographically beside the coast. A warm sea breeze hits the mountains and cools, turning them into clouds at the top of the mountain.

Today's weather looks rough to come down and down. Shoji, struck by the rain, took the vial out with his fluttering hands and drank the perfect potion.

The flesh regenerates with a mysterious glow. I stood up. I bent the corner of my mouth and stood up against Louis Hawk. A demonic black cloud floating in the air swirls, causing the Atomic Potion to rain.

“Acid rain," Shoji laughed thinly, punching his fist all over Louis Hawk's throat. The long-sleeved man opens his eyes, bounces to the ground and rolls. Louis Hawk is shaking his body, poking one hand and crawling. Another melee - it's time to fight back.

"You can't use the Atomic Potion rain clouds. The purity drops."

"... Quick"

"Too bad, my lord."

I gave a light notice and grabbed the sword Louis Hawk dropped. Famous sword. Enemy weapons are more fun to take away.

I held it on my shoulder and just tried to swing it down to Louis Hawk.

"No."

Something sounded like a blowout. The edges of the forest sway simultaneously. There are black shadows running in the sky. Vermond.

I'm flying somewhere.

I broke into one of the sloping towers that grew up in the castle.

"Elle...... ugh!

"Whoa."

While the blue Louis Hawk fluttered, he turned his back and ran out.

Shoji held a glimmer of pity as he tracked down. Due to the struggle being cooled down by the rain, the foot I follow is dull. I have fun memories. Killing someone is a long way to go. I guess that was the same with Louis Hawk. Rain grains spit mixed spits on the ground, but the bitterness of bearing unpleasant roles does not disappear.

With the elixir potion in his chest, Percibel was walking down the spiral stairs, remembering about Elle Julius from Alchemy School. She was a beautiful daughter with an understated laugh. Perhaps the mortar and richness were adding a decadent beauty. I liked grass flowers and didn't wield any power when I said I was the daughter of the Alchemy King.

I tried to lift her around a lot. I tailored it to the queen and tried to make things decide. I was desperate to be a favorite to protect my family. That turned out to be her quiet juncture, and Percibel was one of the wall actors.

My grandmother was alive at the time, so I had a position as the granddaughter of a famous alchemist.

"I miss you."

I gripped the round bottom flask and scorched.

It could have been the peak period on Percibel's tabular stage. I was looking forward to sharing my nostalgic memories. I also bring the perfect potion. It may help to help you with your illness.

Should this behavior not be?

Shouldn't we save people's lives?

Percibel was summing up her thoughts to give Elle a drink of Elixir Potion.

"Someone's here. Is that Louis Hawk?

Wildjack was crawling through the floor wielding a round flask, but perceived signs and pinched his tentacled leg. The bedroom we reached was dark, cold as a refrigerator room. Beautiful carpets are laid and art such as paintings and pots are arranged.

A man stood beside a bed with a lid.

The thin dirty leather jacket is wet in the rain and the water droplets fall. I didn't think I was a living person, I didn't have a presence. The tender gray hair shivered and his face turned.

"Why?

Percibel was bewildered when she was hit with questions.

I didn't know what it meant and couldn't answer anything.

The eye hole of the grey-haired man was indented, with only loss and deep sorrow. I lost all my strength and walked towards the wall of the room, dropping my hips. It's hard for me to stand, but when I say it, I say it's awkward. Covered his face with both hands. A sobbing voice sounded.

"Elle?

Eyes on the bed. Percibel was stunned.

The girl who lay - I guess she was originally human - had earthy skin and most of her skin was faded and half-mummy. Dead. Half the face is a girl, but the right half is visible muscle fibers. The hands and feet were separated and the boundary between fat and meat was obscured. The ice covers most of the flesh, but sometimes the body is clearly visible.

It is ice pickled for preservation.

Should I consider it a frozen version of the formalin-pickled?

Percibel's shock quickly subsided. Because the body didn't look anything like the look of a friend in memory. Or maybe I knew it sensibly. I wouldn't have let my girlfriend build Elixir Potion or anything like that if she was kind. I wouldn't have wished for my father. If you think about it, you'll find out soon enough.

"It was an epidemic. After the end of Devil's Ice Disease, he died. It was about three years ago."

"Why...?

Percivel's mouth was exactly like that of a grey-haired man - what happens when he makes a panacea for a corpse. Doesn't that make sense? Medicine is for the living.

'When I ran out, I couldn't stop. Is that the only reason?

We are losing sight of the essence. You said you created an unemployed death to make this drug, but it didn't do anyone any good? Isn't that too pointless? You don't get paid.

I heard people's footsteps. The young man with the mess in his hair and clothes - Percibel saw it in the photo, and Louis Hawk ran and leaned to bed at a bullet-like speed to see how he was doing, then he was relieved.

"Good. You're safe."

There's another subsequent footstep. Blonde woman from the window - Leskia landed with Stan. Now apart, a shoji comes up from the spiral staircase. All gathered in one room and made a circle. When Percibel illuminated the whole room with the magic of light, the body became clearer.

When everyone looked at the situation breathlessly, only Vermond's tragic cry became the indoor source of sound. When Louis Hawk shook his head and noticeably discovered Percivel's elixir potion, he reached out.

"Can I get some medicine? Alchemist's Lady."

"Ha... I"

I gave him the elixir potion. There was no hostility in the man's eyes. Strangely enough, it wasn't madness, because only frankness and kindness were felt. Well, Percibel understood.

He did not doubt that legendary psychotropic drugs could bring back his beloved wife.

Louis Hawk slapped thin ice with his fist to give the body a potion on its lips. Pakin and a tall sound ring, dripping the golden potion.

"... Louis Hawk, the woman is no longer"

"Quick, please be quiet. Once you've cured your wife, fight until you feel better."

It seemed like a long time had passed. There wouldn't have been a minute of dosing time. When the contents of the flask disappeared, the shining liquid bathed body did not move even tingly. Psychotropic drugs do not work. Because the flesh is doomed, and the soul is no more. Louis Hawk's hand began to tremble. Let blue-white lips fool you.

You kept yourself by ignoring death, but you're about to destroy it.

All the hard work is trying to get back into the blister.

[Hey, it's Louis Hawk. - Try 'boosting' the potion. Ooh... he said he could. It's okay. This is not the true price of the elixir potion I created. Even the dead come back to life.]

A nostalgic "Chapter" whispers.

"Hey, you!

[Shut up, Grandpa. Come on, do it. You want your wife back. It's okay. I can do it. I'm not scared, and don't let him live on his own]

Louis Hawk's hands stretched out to the body. An attempt is made to increase the vitality with which the divine will of 'enhancement' is there. Elle's body began to shake in small pieces.

There is no life in the body.

Then what is' enhanced '?

For simple reason, it's what's out there.

The thin ice thickens. Cold cold air began to dissipate, enveloping Louis Hawk's flesh. They invade the ice from toe to belly, and still don't try to stop using qualities.

The faces that watched him go off were also where the ice roots crawled on the wall, changing his blood phase.

"Stop it!

"Louis Hawk!

The temperature across the room is dropping sharply. The cause of Devil's Ice Disease is a mad stream of magic. It is also the primitive vegetarian spirit lurking in the human body that is producing it. Are they grown things inside the ice - even the spores of mucus have been 'enhanced'? It was like a plant spreading.

Compressed by increasing volumes of ice, pisci and crackles entered the stone walls.

The roof collapsed raggedly and dark rain began to break in. Thunder blasts.

Feeling the crisis, Shoji tried to escape by turning his hand to Percibel as he stood. Reschia launched an attack. Ultra-gravity fluctuations sicken as they create grooves on the ground. The Chapter was crushed by gravity, screaming and screaming. A robust chunk of ice around Louis Hawk bounced off Leskia's qualities. Vermond looked up strangely, but he was flattered like an old man.

Louis Hawk turned around.

"Sorry."

The ice mass ate up inside the oblique tower and spread endlessly. Cold air was reflecting on the light and replacing the dazzling. Louis Hawk was grabbed by the crawling grass and sucked by the monster by splitting his limbs in pieces. The demon tree that transformed life into ice was replaced by a sloping tower.