Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

Feel free to resume your training...... I'm Knobsada, I should have, hello.

It is currently enclosed in my woodwork. It's a roll around my torso. How did this happen?

"Bye, Mr. Knobsada. I'm going to punch you in the fist, so don't blink."

Apparently so. I can't move my torso because if I move poorly, my fist hits me.

Moving vision up first? Apparently, by slicing Mr. Eleanor's fist, it means getting him used to speed and removing his fear.

It's already carp state on the slab at this point. Please use it as well.

Whoa. Looks like Mr. Eleanor's ready while you're saying that.

"I'll see you then."

Something passed directly next to Hushun and my face with that hanging voice.

Yeah, I see it at all. Gein's fist could have been pursued with some eye even without being able to see through, but I can no longer only say it's another dimension.

Hushun

Hushun

Every time there is a windy sound, my fist thrusts right through my face. And it won't be my fault. The spacing between your face is gradually narrowing, of course fist spacing! I'm not feeling any fear. Some of them may not have been willing to kill yet, but some of them may have been punched once in a while yesterday.

How long has it been? The eyes of the demon of identification, but only slightly, have been able to follow.

Because instead of just looking at the fist, would it be more accurate to say that you are beginning to be able to gauge the timing of the fist by grasping the entire body and seeing the flow of motion moving from it? The trigger is my sweaty torso sticking around and trying to look at the sexy Mr. Eleanor in the bottom!!

"Is this all right now? You have a lot of good eyes. I thought it would take more. Could we do this a little faster?"

Mmm, no, it's still slightly what... Or is it still early, Mr. Eleanor? I already feel faster than Gean.

"Chi, by the way, how much force do you have now?

"Right. About 30%?"

Hey, what the heck! You haven't even got a third of your strength yet, have you? Don't think it's amazing again.

And while I was thinking about it, Mr. Eleanor was already ready.

Cheon

A sound that cuts through a sharper atmosphere than just now runs right next to your face.

Yes, I don't see it at all. It's also more about body movements at all. I'm more scared. It looks like a shock wave, so the area around my cheek is shivering.

Me trying desperately to open my eyes that I'm going to meditate on and get used to. I feel like I'm losing my fear, but this is also training.

And in the meantime, I've noticed.

That Eleanor's face has a glossy look on it!

I am concerned about whether it is slightly lit or not. It is the face of a woman with a tranced look from her normal clear face.

I don't know why. I'm sending a warning that instinct is dangerous. Didn't I inadvertently open Mr. Eleanor's dangerous door?

Shdon

Hey, no!

Obviously, you're up to speed! It's going to hit me with a piece of paper.

"Heh, heh, heh"

Hey, Mr. Eleanor, didn't you nod your tongue now? I'm not that delicious.

Oh, I'm starting to get marks on my cheeks, like I was swept away by the wind pressure? No, Ning Ro, haven't you plundered it?

Me staring desperately at Mr. Eleanor's pursuit with ever-increasing speed. If you move your face poorly, it hits you, so you can't move. Special training continues. 'Cause when I try to speak up, my fists fly in.

In the end, it lasted without stopping until Mr. Eleanor's breath rose. My face is no longer red in many places like earthworm swelling.

"Shh, excuse me, Mr. Knobsada. I'm obsessed..."

"No, that's all right. Excuse me, can I have this guru roll taken once?

"Yes, immediately"

Released from the winding, I run straight to the bathroom. What endangered Mr. Eleanor's onslaught was the secret story of taking him to his grave. Let's just say that was all there was to fear.

Returning to Mr. Eleanor with a sigh of relief. I heard her whining at me.

"Ha, I did it again... I wonder why adding and subtracting doesn't work when I'm obsessed. Now what if Mr. Knobsada tells me he's not coming anymore? Your father was happy to be a long time apprentice..."

Hmm, apparently this isn't the only time I'm obsessed and additions and subtractions don't work anymore. Sure, I almost broke my heart just a little bit, but you're still fine! Men put up with it in silence. I was about to scream!

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Eleanor. So, what do we do next?

"Mr. Knobsada, are you okay? I don't know if it's worse..."

"I'm perfectly fine. Some injuries can be healed easily, so let's keep going."

"Yes. In the meantime, we were only scheduled for this morning. And then we'll do the hands-on until time. Keep punching in because I won't get my hands on it. If I get a blow in, I'll give you a reward."

What the fuck!? That's temperamental. I'm vulnerable to those rewards and stuff, you know.

Stand each other up and face each other.

Roll out the right positive fist thrust from the shape of the attack. Regardless, it is lightly flushed because there is no feint or anything.

My strength now won't do any damage. In a way, I'm relieved. This means we can do everything we can without worrying about Mr. Eleanor getting hurt.

I'm going to mimic Mr. Eleanor's movements earlier and modify them slightly. Connect attacks so that they flow, not a single shot. Perhaps adding your current physique and muscle strength would make it impossible to stop it with a single blow. Then it's a fight by hand. So Mr. Eleanor's movements are very informative.

Maybe that's why the master left the first training to Mr. Eleanor.

While I pinch my break every ten minutes. This is already the sixth fight. This will be the last time in time. The only time I can still be touched by Mr. Eleanor is when it's recirculated. Not a single blow yet.

I want to surprise you at least a little bit. So I'm going to try everything this time.

Smash from One Two imitating boxing jabs. Positive fist jumping in from a bending foot payment.

I couldn't even grab it first when I tried to throw it together.

Ugh, amateur shallow wisdom is superb here. It's so clean if you can't get this far.

Then we get closer to the critical.

Mr. Eleanor is also wary of something, but still doesn't move from a fixed position. Get your hands out of me on the brink of flesh.

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My hands made a loud noise in front of Mr. Eleanor. It's called cat deception. Mr. Eleanor seems to have been unexpected in this as well, stiffening his body with Vikri.

And it was when I tried to make a special attack to grab the collar of my torso as it was.

Oh, come on. ♪ I learned to fight LV1.

I was surprised by the announcement of the Goddess of Waste that I had never heard of before. I'm going to dive straight into Mr. Eleanor.

Mr. Eleanor also rolls to get caught up in cat deception and a totally unexpected dive.

Damn, I failed. I had a chance at the corner.

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Ho ho? Something soft on your right hand......

When I opened my eyes, I met Mr. Eleanor. Smaller on my right hand, but the better it feels...

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

Dogorn

"Amiba"

For a moment, my vision will be filled with rolled fists, and it will remain dark.

"Uh-huh."

When I realized it, the couch was putting me to sleep. Don't feel like you've just passed out lately.

"Mr. Knobsada, have you noticed!? Sorry, I forgot to add or subtract..."

"Hey, I managed to be safe (?). I'm sorry."

You remind me. I blush, Mr. Eleanor. I laugh bitterly as I heel my painful face.

I got an unexpected reward. The soft feel is still in your hands, a treat!