My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"-Gmo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!!

Death barked.

Highly.

Break the ground, all the way down to Naruto.

A shadow that didn't disappear, but I didn't manage to put it in my mouth.

Because I thought it was something I shouldn't put out in my mouth.

The bad news is, if you put it into words, it becomes reality.

When in action, the inseparable shadow of cutting - the worst result of "death".

The worst of it was done in front of me.

Sash was alive until just a few seconds ago, and now he's already...

"Shh."

It was the moment Celier tried to raise her voice, like chasing a blue-haired boy who was beaten up and disappeared from his sight.

"- Get up quick!!!!

“Paper Swallow (Swallow)" barked in such a hectic voice that it could not be beat by an iron helmet (Ironhead) that it raised its ambition.

"- I didn't say you could sleep yet!! Get up and fight!!

The woods make a scene far away.

Birds fly, and animals and demons that were nearby are moving away from here, rattling the woods.

To the extent that animals and demons instinctively feared, the "paper swallow” rage was rough fighting.

Even the iron helmet, which was at the mercy of the hand and had become unnecessarily struggling, was enough to stop the legs that were supposed to come forward.

After I saw a moment of stray - the iron helmet still wouldn't pull, and I took a step toward the candidates.

For a second.

"- Mogovuo!?

From where he was beaten up and disappeared, a spear blow of Sash stretched as fast as he had put the wind down.

The tip stunningly pierced the torso deep, from the left and right flanks of the iron helmet.

"... you can do it."

The “Paper Swallow” voice, whimpering small, had a slight but reassuring color.

I guess he really squeezed his last force. Sash fell on the spot.

And when I realized it, "Paper Swallow” was in front of an iron helmet standing up with an unexpected fatal injury.

Sash's movements were so fast that he couldn't follow them with his eyes, but his master is just as fast.

"Come on."

More than twice as much as I did, I ran up the body of an iron helmet and flew to the same gaze in a fluttering, weightless motion - my body braced.

Goggin '

Obviously, something hard sounded crushed.

I didn't see any movement at all or the attack itself, but if you look at it from the standpoint, “Paper Swallow” would have punched the iron helmet in the neck with a training iron bar, sideways.

The shaken out “paper swallow” position and the iron helmet being beaten and busted to the side.

"- Okay, good luck with that."

I stroke Sash's head, which is falling at the front... but Sash himself paid for it with his right hand.

"You're a master, but you're a younger woman... don't stroke your head in peace..."

Around breathing constantly and fortifying, life seems to have nothing else to say.

You thought it was going to be okay. “Paper swallow," she chuckled cutely, "that's not cute."

There was nothing else in my life.

Well, barely.

"The moment I hit him, he took refuge in the Giri."

Cellier, who hangs healing magic on Sash, quickly realized.

The left shoulder, left clavicle, left arm, and left flank were also completely broken.

As he said, he must have defended himself with his left arm to avoid a fatal injury.

That's how heavy the iron helmet hit was, though.

Better than that.

"You're doing great."

This is the second convenient attack, a blow through the torso.

It was rolled out of this terrible state of labor. It worked really well.

"... my body just moved reflexively. I don't like it when people say 'stand up' anymore, but I get up."

Sash, who speaks, has no energy anywhere.

Apparently, he already has a sad habit.

Sounds good to me when it comes to training, because it's a habit I acquired as a result of being chastened down physically and mentally, as I do every day, until I "move reflexively" more than once.

No.

Originally, Sash's strength was astounding, and somehow, his guts, or his tenacity since he was cornered, there was something eye-catching about it.

I'm sure you feel strong.

I guess the type where the spirit tends to overtake the flesh.

"Is it time to move?

In order to carry the iron helmet, a "paper swallow” came here, whistling his fingers and calling the men of the village to negotiate.

The iron helmet, by the way, is in the process of being transported out to the village, led by Florentines, with the men who have come about six.

"Oh, you can walk as long as you want."

From the seriers in the middle of treatment, it's a hell of a story to let Sash walk through all the bones yet.

It should hurt pretty bad in the first place. I don't think I can walk.

"Good for you. I want to withdraw early."

I was going to ask someone to carry me, “Paper Swallow." I don't feel it from attitude, but I feel something of a rush from words.

"You got something?

When Celier asked, "Hmm" and “Paper Swallow” roared.

"... I feel a little strange about the mountain. Thank you. You seem to have fewer demons than usual. It took me a long time to find my iron helmet today, and it feels like something's going on."

Something's wrong with the mountain.

Demons are dwindling.

It feels like something is going on.

It is quite vague information.

But I don't know what the normal mountain looks like, so there's something I can't say to Celier.

It just doesn't seem like a very welcome thing, I can tell by the vigilance of "paper swallow”.

"What the hell is that?

"I don't know," Sash asks, “Paper Swallow” returned.

"It could be my overthought. That's fine then, right? But if you need anything, I'm sure you'll be able to get some information in the near future."

And, give me your hand.

"Look, my master will give you a hand. Let's go home and eat iron helmet. It's hard, but it's pretty good."

"Fine, I'll borrow it from Celier."

"Eh."

It is water in the sleeping ear.

I haven't said a word about lending a hand.

... Well, I wouldn't refuse it if the injured person would.

The master said with a slightly more serious face to Sash, who made sure to stick to Celier and managed to get up shaking in severe pain all over his body.

"You did a really good job. The scariest thing in action is breaking my heart."

"Mind...?

"Yeah. You mean scars on your heart, and once you see them hurt, you get scared of approaching demons.

So adventurer retirement, that's surprisingly a lot.

If you say it, you'll learn from the bottom of your heart that 'demons are strong, scary, painful' and you'll conclude that you're not close to being in danger.

That's the story that breaks my heart.

If you're going to work rough, you're going to have to hit it one day and overcome it. "

One day you're bound to hit it, a wall you have to overcome.

This story doesn't seem to be any other HR to Celier either.

"But Sash is an idiot, so you got over it fast, didn't you? You stood up to me a lot shortly after they hit you. - Well, I guess you're just not capable of learning fear because you're stupid."

"... if I were older, I'd ask you honestly"

Did you accidentally leave Pollo or something?

Sash leaked it. That would be unmistakable, genuine.

Hearing that, “Paper Swallow" laughed Niya ~.

"Ha, ha, that's fine now, isn't it? I'm going to teach you the greatness of your master. I'm going to get you some amazing training. Look forward to it."

…………

It's not a sash, but it's something I really don't think of as a child so firmly mastered.