Makai Hongi

I just waved my broken arm and stuck my bones together.

"That's totally insane."

It would be a physical recovery feature specific to the Vampires.

I didn't forget, but I'm surprised to see it up close.

I don't know the name, but I'm famous for being able to use that kind of power.

"It's been a long time since I've had my arm broken. Golan does wonders."

"Thank you."

It doesn't make sense to break and recover.

Of course, if we continue to fold extensively, one day the recovery will also stop.

My magic vegetables will run out before then.

The physical characteristics of the Legion Commander Nehyol are similar to my tenacity.

All magic vegetarian please. So if the demons in your body are depleted, you won't be able to do that either.

I don't think there's a way to deplete magic vegetables that are five times what I am.

"I wonder what you'll do next"

Even if you look at me with excitement, it's not a trick with a tongue or trick.

It's a bee move, so it's not something that can be decided one after the other.

"Come on. Maybe it's over."

I found it pointless to decide a joint and break a bone.

So what do we do next?

Strangling is best, but it's even suspicious if it works for the person in front of you.

"You're still hiding something, aren't you?

"Hmm? What makes you think that?

I'm really making a fuss about "get out of here" from inside me.

I thought you weren't conceited, but you weren't?

"Because like the death of the Great Tooth Clan, it wasn't like this. Null attacks don't make you that way."

The power is still there. A force that can be described as violent is sleeping in me. But that is the sword of the blades.

If you swap with me, it will be a force versus force confrontation. In that case, after all, there is no winning.

At least if I could use a weapon. I think so. I look at the cloth wrap I put up against the wall.

The Legion Leader's face looks grumpy. Maybe they think I'm still giving up?

Then I might have a hand.

"I wonder if I could use that weapon there. I brought it just in case."

If it's a normal one, there's no way to say yes.

Make a fool of yourself, and I'll snap your weapon.

"Heh. That sounds interesting again, too. Fine."

Can you afford a strong man?

I guess you thought it wouldn't matter if I got stronger than this.

Sure, the idea is right, but I wonder if it will work out so well.

"Now sweeten to your words..."

I'll take the weapon and take the cloth slowly.

As if to keep the promise of a Transformed Hero, the Legion Leader never stood still and attacked him.

I took away all the cloth without panic. Then remove the thread being wound.

What came out was a swing of a sword. That's the knife I told you was impotent and made to be made to order.

Something I ordered long ago and received the day before the festival.

I thought it would be disproportionate to take it to a negotiating forum with the Legion Leader, but I brought it with me in case.

I grip the pattern and slowly pull it out of my sheath.

"Beautiful"

I gazed at myself inadvertently.

"That's a very thin sword. That's Golan's secret?

The Legion Leader is a little disappointed.

I don't listen to such nonsense, I look around with no room to lose.

"Hmm. You did... you did as I ordered. Do a good job."

Japanese knife with beautiful blade print.

The Legion Leader will not know the potential (potential) of this. What could happen if I gripped this?

When I was little, they planted all kinds of martial arts in the dojo every day.

The dojo owner was a bald, eye-catching scary man.

Even though I was thin, I was strong when I did Judo or something.

I remember not being able to follow strict instruction and the replacement of dojo students was intense.

"Look, Kendo is important. Don't just rely on your torso."

Before the audition, he was always forced to practice his legs from the edge of the dojo to the edge for many rounds.

This feed foot. When I was little, I didn't know why I had to do it so much.

In an audition that doesn't understand what it means, you don't get in.

I was just doing what I was vaguely told.

"Don't just move it down from your knees. Try your whole leg!

I always competed on the horizontal line for the slippery feet. That was all I enjoyed.

I was just wondering why we could have a faster guy and a slower guy when we all had the same behavior.

The trigger was trivial.

He would be angry if he didn't stretch his spine, so he turned his body slightly upside down and, as usual, had a feed leg, he was slapped in the back leg with a bamboo knife.

When I pulled my foot in reflexively, something fell softly.

When I saw it, the dojo owner was smiling.

Faster pulling with the feed foot allowed it to move as if it were an instant move.

At that time, I still can't forget the feeling that climbed to a height.

"Come on, let's do it"

foot judgment elevated by the master to the realm of art. Can you understand the logic?

I put it in front of my eyes.