Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... what the hell kind of psychic does he have? Um... what the hell is a bug-like move..."

It was the old man from "Sprigan" who muttered about that in the audience in the underground arena, next to Lorraine, with a flashing face.

Seeing Lent's human detachment, I guess I don't know what the hell kind of existence it is anymore, makes the assumption easy.

But even if they ask that, Lorraine also has trouble.

I don't know the answer, not that.

Rather, the answer is clear.

Lent Fina is not human in the first place.

There's nothing strange about being able to move beyond human beings than not being human.

That's it, end of proof.

And I also feel like telling you.

However, that is not very much, but there is no way I can say it.

The fact that the old man mistakes Lent for an alien is also considered one of the reasons why he behaves relatively cooperatively, because the fact that Lent is a demon in the first place should be the secret of a handful of human beings whenever possible.

Well, quite a few people now know, but they're all people who know they don't talk that way.

This old man, too, is likely to be trustworthy in that sense, but before that he is part of a hostile organization.

I still can't tell you.

"... I'm not sure either. I've been doing a lot of research, but I haven't been able to express it clearly in one word."

That was true in a way.

What kind of demon Lent is.

I still don't know that.

For once, we know that vampires, vampires, their subspecies, or their companions.

However, I cannot say that I have been able to identify it as a species.

It's like finding a creature like a rabbit and saying that it would be a rabbit or a wild rabbit, or one of them, and while that's a good thing, it was actually a dog, something can happen.

I really don't know what Lent is right now...... not sure.

I just want Appraisal God to appraise me early, but there's a pile of things to do.

I wonder when it will be when I get rid of it.

Well, there's no rush... but until we're clear, it's a pleasant task for Lorraine to investigate and think about everything.

I can also afford it because I know that it will be clear what it is one day.

"Hmm... there are not surprisingly many things that are as easy to understand as I am..."

To Lorraine's words, reason for yourself, the old man groans so as he was convinced.

Lorraine says to such an old man.

"And that Vasa psychic?

"Hmm... He calls himself" Rigid Iron "etc. I recognize that it creates metal where there is nothing, so I call myself that."

Self-proclaimed, that would mean that many members of the organization do not admit otherwise.

I also feel like it doesn't matter if you don't admit it because it's a name close to playing, but there's no existential significance to the nickname that the people around you don't call it.

In fact, both the old man and even the guard who was at the gate are calling Vasa,.

"Actually, you said no?

"I'm not sure, I don't know. It's just that when he was little, he used to produce salt solidification. He doesn't seem to remember that time, but it did happen. So, let me try... I couldn't do it."

"Lost abilities?

"For once, the ability to express itself once among us will not be lost."

"But Vasa..."

"Yes, I can't use it anymore. So I don't think it's about losing my ability, it's about perception. He's the strongest attacker with a metal weapon unconsciously, because he has a verse that he thinks. That's all you can do. If you think deep down that you can't go up high, it's the same kind of thing that you can't do."

"When perception acts strongly on alien abilities..."

"Probably. In Lent's case...... I don't know. When he fought me, he lost his contour for a moment. Ability to freely reassemble the body......? Hmm. Maybe there is."

I guess that was solitary, but it shoots pretty targeted.

Lent's "Differentiation" is exactly such an ability.

Should I say no or should I avoid that because it could be a snake...... Lorraine just thought that far and her voice echoes from the arena.

In the arena, Vasa was just about to be blown away by Lent and face the erection again.

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"... oh, you... what the hell!? What body do you have!?

Vasa, who proclaims that to me with a look like he saw a creature like he'd never seen it at all, has a pretty different vibe from the one he had earlier when he had a good prestige, and he kind of doesn't even look like he saw it from me when he first met me today.

"Like what? This is it."

That's what I said. I turned my joints around and showed them.

Shows off a spin in the neck.

Hmm.

That's kind of a strange sight. While I am.

Of course, we're not alarmed because we're paying close attention behind us.

When I looked at Vasa's expression when his neck returned to its original position, Kakiri, the colour of fear was even more full than earlier.

... Why, I explained it to you because of it and showed it to you...

Oh, my God, I know it's natural.

"Are you a monster...!?

"I don't think that's the dialogue that that fellow giant grandpa says. That's a better word for him."

"Of course, I agree, but you're pretty good too"

It's been affirmed. Besides, he treats his grandfather and his fellow monsters.

But you can't even admit it.

I'm human.

I'm only planning on going back, though.

"No, no, because I'm normal. By and large, if you say that, you're not normal either. What, what about that dagger earlier? He showed up in the air all of a sudden, and he disappeared, didn't he?

I know why, but I'll just ask.

I don't even suspect the old man because he's trying not to lie, but maybe new information will come out.

In person.

"Mine is... that's the normal" psychic. "Ability of" Rigid Iron "… the ability to generate and extinguish metal wherever you like, in whatever form you like…"

"Could that mean making gold and selling it?

Isn't that right?

I thought so, but Vasa may have thought she was fooled.

"You can't do that! No, I'm not saying I can't do it at all... but I can't give you much money. Plus, when you can pull in the ability, the metal you put out disappears."

That means there's a limit to the amount you can put out for other metals.

Does it also mean that only three daggers were given out, which touched its limits?

Or maybe there's a concentration problem or something, but it's still not without limits.

The old man's inexhaustible endurance and stamina may have meant that he forged it, but because of it.

Goblin was also talking about the growing number of people who could manipulate it little by little as a result of continuing to use their abilities.

I guess that means you won't be strong unless you train with any force.