Makai Hongi

The day after the festival.

Behind the house, I started my routine training.

Last night's test ended with me knocking everyone off the stage.

Sometimes the pride of power just gathers, and the way they fight is even simpler.

I let it get out of the way at an angle where I took joint and held each other back, one by one, while falling off the stage.

Each time the audience is thrilled.

With all that number of people, we don't team up, we don't work together.

It's an individual skill request, it's just a force push.

If only the first assault was enough, then the routine work was enough.

The audience applauds. I managed to keep my face open, too.

(That's a real effort, isn't it?)

I am now exercising flexibility.

At times of need, the softness of the body thinks it divides victory and defeat.

That also leads to separating life and death. I can't neglect it.

When you're done being flexible, do the whole martial arts mould and end up meditating.

Spread the vessel with this meditation. Just a little bit, but you can increase the amount of magic you can take in by continuing this.

An authentic effort pushes me high.

"Otherwise, you will grieve those to protect."

I was a little uncomfortable with my karate footsteps yesterday.

The lower kick came out a little late. I think it was caused by the increased center of gravity.

I'm going to review that today until I'm satisfied.

Would you have been heartless and waved your feet hundreds of times?

"Hey, Goran. You're still doing weird dancing in the morning."

Sifo came.

This wasting brother comes down on me for something.

I rolled it the day I got back to the village, so it shouldn't be in the book yet, but was the pain sweet?

When the injury is fully healed, it will challenge the battle, so it may be necessary to avoid any sequelae and to have a pain that leaves the injury for as long as possible.

"Have you made it all fast yet? If you become a troop leader and gain strength, you might have mishandled it."

I should have broken even one of my bones.

"No, my body still hurts. Unfortunately, it's hard to rematch."

I'm not sorry at all, but then what are you doing here?

If it's not a rematch, what's it for?

... Yeah, I can't think of a reason for him to come outside the fight.

Earlier this morning, the Reapers came to me.

"Oh, speaking of which, I forgot"

"I'm at my place. Shall I bring him in?

"No, I'll go. I'm sure they're going to do that."

The day after the festival. Besides, that's what I came here for in the early morning.

Everyone is sleeping now because of yesterday's fatigue.

I don't really care if those I don't see in it are in the village.

The stranger is the least conspicuous day.

The house of my brothers and sisters is outside the village. Plus, I have a lot of family, so the house is huge.

When I went, there was a tall old man standing in the shade of a tree without entering the house.

Pretty thin. It's gullible. It looks like a skeleton when you look at it, but is this the Reapers?

You've never seen it before.

"My name is Luma"

The old man gave me his head.

"I heard you wanted to go under."

"Yes...... can you take it on"

"Not until you hear the story. I don't even know how I got here."

"Was I? Let's talk about it."

I'm sure you told Sifo, but this guy's a brain muscle. You must not remember.

Until then when it comes to sounding like an Auga tribe, but it's not the right thing to make you do difficult things.

"We have fled the kingdom of Farrah the Little Demon."

I'm keeping my sipho away, so it's just me and Luma right now.

I don't know how many more Reapers there are, but I guess they're somewhere safe, not here.

"Farrah the Little Demon King? I hear you destroyed some of the little demon kings."

"Yes. He was our king. The kingdom of Rumaham, the little demon king, was also destroyed three months ago. All the generals under him are now serving a new king, but only the Reapers have a crusade decree..."

"I heard that a race that doesn't care doesn't give in, it destroys, but it was still true. You broke out of the country by spreading a chaser."

"Yes, you're right"

"But little demon king Farrah...... what are you thinking?

"I hear it's his personality."

"Ah."

Can't you help it if it's character? In the demon world, that's what it is.

Given the increase in power caused by the orb of domination, there should have been more powerful distributions.

If you give in, you get the whole force they had, so if someone wakes you up down, you won't cover the power relationship.

Usually, it's better to keep them alive and hand them over.

But little demon king Farrah recently destroyed four nations.

Rumors are circulating that in no case has he forgiven the leader of the enemy and destroyed him.

Are you not thinking ahead, or are you confident in your own power?

And I also heard the persecution of a fairly superior species, the Reapers.

The fact that a crusade decree has been issued will mean killing it all. The roots.

I know why I decided that.

"What Farrah fears is a blow to death?

"Exactly."

This is another nasty problem.