The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

The season is still full of cherry blossoms, April. That means April.

But even if this is the second half of April, there still seems to be a little bit of winter left over, and a cold breeze blows over my body from the top of my white shirt.

Even the less conspicuous arms, usually because they are layered in uniforms and so on, are still considerably more noticeable than expected in a single white shirt, and without space domination and ever-darkness, they remain quite anxious.

"But maybe that also led to alarm......"

At the same time, I look forward. [M]

Over a dozen meters in front of me stands a little fat male student, a little far away stands Dean and Renea, and the female students of the main culprit.

─ ─ Though, all his and their hateful eyes were directed at me, and I was so willing to kill that I could feel even now that I had no ability whatsoever.

After that, the stalkers who came to my challenge were to fight each other with a rule of no magic.

On top of that, the other side was a buried avant-garde position, and this one came with a buried rear guard position. Safely willing to kill because they know that too......,

"Is that good, stalker? They're gonna see you lose, aren't they?

"Shut up! I've never tried to lose anyway. It's you! At best, you're thinking about losing!

─ ─ ─ Again, this type of assumption doesn't make sense. On top of that, I have self-justification, as well as discretionary decisions.

No, not quite. Why are you the type of scumbag I hate, dude?

When I sighed, I lowered my back softly and became half-body, standing with my left hand in front of my face.

"You can count on me. Just call me. Muddy and cool at best, let's beat each other up."

My words became gongs, and me and his muddy match opened the curtain.

Is he licking me or is he releasing a big swing of straight right from the beginning?

I thought it was a trap for a moment, but this was my original intuition. I hit the bottom of my palm with a counter to the belly of the target with a single piece of paper.

"Kaha...... heh! Fuck, fuck!

He solidified for a moment into an unexpected counter-attack, but soon he regained his mind and unleashed a back-fist attack on me - but I'm not there anymore.

As I watched the situation a little further away, he finally identified my location and suddenly aroused.

"You're a coward, you! If you're gonna hit me, I'm gonna..."

"Dastardly? You think the avant-garde position is dastardly with all its might attacking toward an unarmed rear guard position? What are you talking about?"

─ ─ But he completely lost momentum in my words, and now approached me as if to distract him.

Tick and tongue at that amazing speed, I try to feed the counter again to match that attack, but unfortunately the target's attack speed seemed to be somewhat faster.

"Grr...."

Now with all the retribution I had earlier, I fist Moro in the face, and the dull pain runs on my nose head and blows my body apart.

─ ─ ─ Kusso, after all, is it impossible to beat the burly avant-garde with vegan physical abilities first......

"Ahahahaha! What are you, a big mouth slapper..."

"Are you dying of a disease if you keep your mouth shut? Learn to be a little quiet."

I was trying to arouse him again. When I kicked his meaningless words, I did a cockroach and put my nose back together, wiping the bleeding out of my nose with the back of my hand.

Apparently my nose bones have broken, but even now that my immortality is weakened by my psychic apparatus, it will heal in a while.

─ ─ So now, I'm gonna snap this guy's nose column.

I ran out to the target with an unlimited low posture, and as soon as the stalker smiled and shook up his fist in front of him, I kicked the other person's foot away as I could.

"...... Huh?

I heard such a dumb voice, but I ignored the cancer and kicked my knee in its face just in return.

Gucha, the unpleasant feeling comes from his knees, and his body is blown away just like mine earlier.

"Gah......, guh, motherfucker...... guh!!

but that's avant-garde, when you think I'm bad, you get up and attack me.

I get punched in the face from the top of my loosely guarded arm and pushed straight down to the ground.

─ ─, but I guess that's not the end of it, of course.

"Die, die! Die hehe!!

Gun, gum, and relentless attacks are swinging down to my face and weighing just down to my torso, so his fists pour down his face somehow with one arm and in between.

Every time a fist is wielded, blood flies, and there is the sound of a broken bone on the face.

The pain ran to my face and my consciousness seemed tobi without a response.

─ ─ but there are countless experiences that I've ever seen worse than this!

I anticipate when I'm tired and I'm free between consecutive hits. I woke up with cancer and punched him in the face.

There's a crack in my skull, my opponent's face is broken, blood is scattered all around me, and I push my opponent's body and I'm forced to stand up - but I'm not nice enough to stop here.

"Haaaa!!

Once I sank my hips and saved my strength, I swung the upper fully with the jaw of a flimsy, uncertain stalker.

"Ha ha!?

The stalker bastard who ate the upper decently floats in the blink of an eye with his back turned.

─ ─ but I guess it wasn't powerful enough because I was in a hurry. Quite a bit of damage, but I don't see him fall, and on the contrary, he just turns his hateful gaze on me for doing better.

"Ha, ha......, this shit is......"

That's how I threw up and started thinking about the idea of smashing this scum in my head.

"Ha, ha......! Son of a bitch!

His fist captures my face and my body is blown backwards.

─ ─ Speaking of results, the winner still seemed thin.

Vampires are said to break up into proximity and distance types as they grow, and Olivia and Aigis can actually predict that the proximity type and Max would be the proximity type.

But unfortunately, as far as I'm concerned, it's more of a long distance type than a short distance. It's a complete guard position without the skills of the assassination system or even the everlasting darkness.

Besides, as kids can see, the chances of a rear guard position with inferior physical abilities beating an active avant-garde opponent are limitless close to zero.

I suppose there is no more blood coming from my body slammed to the ground, and most blood coming out of my body.

"Ha, ha, ha!! Look, I've seen it! A scumbag who doesn't know how to work like you can't even beat me without that ability!

A voice is thrown at me like a fool who falls in big letters, and I hear all sorts of talk from those around me who would have gathered at some point.

I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe he's calling this way.

I have no physical abilities, no skills, almost no blood. Their words only sound like a line of foreign languages to me, and they reach my ears but not my brain.

"What do you say, you guys! I beat this hero! Heroes are just lazy weak people if they don't even have physical abilities skills! They're looking down on me, they're looking down on me, Mr. Lily! We're all garbage bastards who don't know how to make an effort!

Why.

For some reason only his voice reached his ear and he heard a sobbing voice from somewhere.

I don't know how you could have heard me when I was deaf, but I just knew that I shouldn't be down here right now.

"Shut up......"

A ragged, dead voice comes out of the back of my throat, and I grip my fist hard.

─ ─ ─ I stood in front of me and fought this man who was giggling damned, and I was angry the whole time.

Strength all over his body, he manages to start moving his body, which was rolling into the big letters, but the stalker, who laughed with his nose after seeing how I was doing, kicked through my face as much as he wanted.

- Why doesn't he try to see someone else?

Ten people, ten colors.

All people have their own colors, and things they think about vary.

The definition of effort varies from person to person, and I guess each has a different purpose to aspire to.

That's why I don't fool or disparage others by deciding just what they look like, and most importantly, making fun of someone else who doesn't know anything about what they're trying to do - very angry and hateful.

When I manage to stand up with my feet trembling like a deer, my left arm is slowly lowered and weakened.

Phew, he exhaled the accumulated air in his lungs, and I turned my gaze to the guy with the belly and laughing.

"What the hell do you know about us?

I was a little surprised myself by the sharp, cold, above all, dosty, low voice that I didn't think came out of my mouth.

─ ─ But my mouth keeps spitting out emotions all by itself, regardless of my will.

"I don't know the effort. It's all lived by luck alone, and it's only gotten stronger with what someone gave it to me."

I said so myself, and I laughed with my nose that I (...) might be.

Vampire vessels and God of Creation.

Blood knife and reaper.

Justice Enforcement and Almighty God.

Flame cross and cunning god.

Robes of everlasting darkness and the Divine King Uranos.

Indeed, I have always been given one, and I may not have had one on my own. [M]

"Maybe you were trying harder than that"

─ ─ But,

I breathed heavily once, and I could never bend my will. He whirled his anger at me. [M]

"Other than me, desperately turn to the guy who lives right now, don't listen to the bastard who knows nothing!!

My screams wooded all around me.

The atmosphere trembles and my heart keeps spitting hot words.

"What do you know about them!? They're desperate to move on! Whether it's my people, students here, or Garnett! At least you're interpreting everything as if it's your convenience, and you're running away from reality, more than you are now!

I honestly don't know anything about you back in the day, or about your efforts.

─ ─ But at least I know that he's not a man of (...) respect right now.

When I pressed my left fist into my hot, red, burning heart, I stood up, throwing away all my pride, wondering if I knew what it looked like and what it sounded like.

"Let's go, motherfucker! I will deny you everything you are now, with all my spirit and all my might!!

"Well, you had a fight."

Seeing that silver figure I hadn't seen in a long time, I shrugged so as I felt my heart tremble.

Next door he said, "...... who is it? That manly man" aside from Aigis whining rudely, I recall that state of affairs that silver showed very rarely when I was in Japan.

When I or Tamano was ridiculed by someone who knew nothing.

When the phoenix was about to be abducted because of its birth.

of a group of women who were abusing Sakura-cho, when they fought the yakuzas behind it.

As far as I'm concerned, I was deluded by saying, "No, you don't look pretty," but I can tell because it's me who's been looking at you right around the corner.

When the words became rough, and the shame and the outside world began to scream their thoughts, the silver...

"Silver today is completely different from what it was before, right?

Moment after moment, the silver figure scratched out.

─ ─ No, should I say that I was diving into that stalker's nostalgia if I realized it?

"" "Wha!?

Surprising voices were heard from the surroundings and stalkers, and at the same time forgiveness such as that of earlier no longer made me feel fine dust, a series of genuine 'willing to kill' hits began to be launched.

The left palm bottom lifts the opponent's jaw and rolls out a knee kick with his right foot to the empty torso.

Just in the middle of the torso - - slap the elbow as hard as you can into the back of your head as you want, approximating a man who can't breathe in a blow that went so well into the dovetail without any more.

And when you kick your head down to the limit as much as you want, you tangle your legs in an inverted position against your bouncing neck and throw them as you want.

─ ─ It's not funny because that's all unilateral attacks are just a matter of seconds.

Looking around, even Aigis, who knew silver well, had his eyes rounded and solidified, both those who had seen silver and distorted their faces, who had looked at silver insultingly, who could say that it was one-sided until earlier.

Silver is bleeding from all over your body now-- no, it's not.

That means you're not bleeding with all that wound, which means that the blood called blood has completely disappeared from your body.

There is no first death due to the peculiar ecologically heavy amount of bleeding called vampires, but meat is cut off and bones are broken by simply moving, such as vampires who are nonetheless no longer immortal. In other words, even children are weak enough to take them down.

─ ─, but it is now in the weight that your body would break if you moved at all, that silver concentration was increased to the extreme, until you ended up completing that move (...).

That was when silver was in high school.

"If I combine my motor nerves with the thinness of my shadows, with the skills of deception and fraud, I think I can create an even more superior technique for him."...... Well, you can't. '

That one word that silver muttered to me in half a joke.

Indeed, half of those words were jokes, but vice versa also meant that the other half was serious.

─ ─ However, this is what silver should have said then.

"The shrinkage method can only be used by enemies across the street, and if you're slightly distracted from your gaze, you'll easily find out. Optimize the movement so that it's easy to use, even by aligning it with gaze guidance and scams'

That move is based on the "shrinkage method" that makes it appear to shrink the ground to the target.

But the moves are nothing like that - and it's completely different.

─ ─ No, the comparison is complete.

"A walk that completely stops the distance and makes it look like nothing."

The target of the move is not just the person in front of you, and even if someone is watching from the side, they will never be able to see the walk.

─ ─ Only silver will be made in the world, the name of its gait is

"'Out of step'"

The silver shrugged so much at the same time its appearance scratched off, and the next moment the stalker man in the matter was stunned with his fist on his face.

─ ─ It just seemed that the silver that was at the end of my gaze as I was reading the future whispered something to the man at the end.

At that time, I didn't know exactly what you said from the EEG, and no one would have been heard as one at this distance in the first place.

─ ─ But this is all I've known for a long time, which means I can imagine it to some extent.

"Kuck, this is all so flashy and cool it stood out. We're gonna have a lot of trouble starting tomorrow, okay? Silver."

Imagine the words he would have said after I squealed so

─ ─ ─ After all, I fell back in love.