The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

"Oh well. Was it..."

Pottori and Gil leaked their voice.

I was seeping into that voice - a sentiment of abandonment.

Too commonplace, then the emotions he never uttered once before.

"- I was still in the chain."

Kuse's eyebrows hang pickly in those words.

In the chain......?

Unexpectedly inquired - Zokri and the feeling of poppy crawled up my spine.

"- Huh!?"

What, this emotion...

It's not that I don't understand, I don't want to.

- Come here and tell me that this man has' leeway ', etc.

You can't believe it...

"When I killed Almighty God, I did 'regret' it. I regretted dying thinking about why I killed him."

To the words, I felt a glimmer of 'possibilities' obsessed within Kuse swell up as soon as possible.

"No way..."

"- Restrictions, you said, Ryuma Kuse."

Second, I remember.

This man is part of the Gin-Crashbell.

It is therefore possible that he has an aversion to waving 'violence' against his former companions, which Kuse, White Night, and Uranos described as' restrictions'.

But.

What if, in case.

- if the (...) system (...) limit (...) of (...) is (...) unknown (...), complete (...) to (...) all (...) is (...) solved (...) excluded (...) and (...) is (...) (...) and (...) is (...).

A sentiment of giving up.

His floating expression.

An atmosphere overflowing from your body.

And - restrictions, the word.

Before Kuse, whose unpleasant hunch overflowed like hot water, Gil did, make him laugh.

"Kill me and go, huh? I see, Kuse Ryuma. I'm gonna kill you."

- Moments, the intimidation swelled.

Restrictions of power over former friends, brakes, which have been applied unconsciously until now.

That's cut off now.

"- Huh."

A small exhale struck my ear - shortly after, my fist was imminent in front of me.

The shock penetrated Kuse's face, and he did open his eyes stunned in pain to a blow he had no time to even use his fateful eyes, instant travel.

"Ba..."

"Don't be silly, Ryuma Kuse."

The word - I heard it from behind.

Kuse's body stiffens at that moment when he instantly turns behind him.

And Gil's voice sounded.

"I will turn everything against my enemies, but I will do justice. So let's go ahead and destroy everything, you and the world."

Then Gil's fist is slammed over Kuse's aggressive defense.

The blow was sharp, heavy - and too strong.

The fist clashed against Kuse's arm, and the sound of a cockroach and bone crushing.

Kuse's right arm was threaded in an unlikely direction from halfway through it, and to the pain, to the wound, Kuse distorted his face greatly.

My right arm was broken now - and my left arm was already broken.

Can't fight this then...?

Such a voice echoed in my heart - I decided to kick it.

My legs move, my heart is safe.

If you're still on your left arm, you can hold your fist because you're holding it from the top with your armor.

But no matter how much this place is in the middle of adversity...

"... yet, we can fight - ugh!

"- Terrible"

- Shortly afterwards, with that voice, Kuse's left arm disappeared.

"... what?

If you look at it, it's in your sight that your left arm is disappearing from the shoulder area, and the dam of 'pain' that you've been suppressing explodes and decimates.

"but oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!?"

His, screaming.

He would be losing his legs, crushing his skull, crushing his bones, rupturing his guts, etc.

Still, he continued to stand on the spot with only 'qi', enjoying the melodies of madness, and still desperately fought.

"... Here's the respect, Ryuma Kuse. Even if no one else admits it, I'm the only one who's ever recognized you in this lifetime."

It was his first real show in this fight.

Kuse, who gave the words a bittersweet face, stares into Gil's cold eyes and makes his teeth snap wide.

- You're strong.

To Kuse's face, Gil's kick is shot in.

Kuse's skull is crushed by that blow without mercy, and his consciousness is cut off by so many shocks.

But it's not over yet.

"Not yet..., oh, me..."

"Well done. That's it. You even showed past the former chaos, the Gin-Crashbell. So let's admit it and praise it. You're strong."

- To the point where I'm really ready to get rid of it.

While continuing to do so, Gil approaches one step, one step.

"Therefore, there is no forgiveness. Until then, I'll go kill you for real. That's my courtesy to the only enemy I've ever recognized in my life."

Gosh, Gil's foot presses against Kuse's belly.

So much power overflows Kuse's belly with vast amounts of blood.

There's a big crack in the world tree, and a gasp in Kuse's pain echoes around him.

"Die with my respect. No one else has told me to go this far. So satisfied..."

"... so there is..."

Kuse's voice sounds so that it can be covered.

Gil, who responded pickly to the voice, stares at Kuse under his eyes with cold eyes.

Ahead, eroded by pain, but still hoisted his mouth corner to show, he looks back into Gill's eyes to provoke.

"There's no way I'm satisfied with this... I'm here to beat you. If I beat you and grab the future. I don't need your praise, you bastard..."

Whether you stink of mud or get cursed for being dirty.

He goes to take victory, no matter what he redeems.

Now I'm going to go get a funny future with this guy standing in front of me.

Otherwise, it's far from a happy ending.

"To my future..., you, too, have to be laughing!

I know that's hypocrisy at the expense of someone's 'wish'.

Still, I still can't help wishing.

If there was a future for this man, for everyone, for enemies and allies alike to laugh at.

Laugh, cry, fight.

If there is still a future where everyone can grasp 'happiness'.

"I won't die until I save you! Even if I die, I'll bring you back to life with my guts and my spiritual strength! That's me, that's what I want! I don't need anything else!

To that word, to that appearance.

Gil swung a big - fist.

"Be good. Die in the Prestige."

That fist, lit with cold magic, roars up and approaches him.

Kuse stared at his fist without distracting himself.

"- Well said. Kuse Ryuma"

- Fortunately, his appearance disappeared.

The fist of Gil, who cut the sky, took the world tree in momentum, and to the unexpected 'voice', they opened their eyes wide.

"Nah..."

Kuse's vision is instantly switching, and right next to him, the figure of a blonde purple-eyed girl wearing a black cloak moves into view.

- Curse, space travel.

To its appearance, to its power, Kuse opened his eyes stunned - and stunned by the sight that spread around him.

What was spreading there - a huge 'transfer gate', arranged to surround the world tree.

Countless' people 'were slipping into the world tree from among them, and Gil looked around as if he was in a hurry at the loud chirping voice that echoed.

"Nah!? Huge transfer gates unfolding in a ring...... and!? What ridiculous eyesight would that be......!

It was - in an instant - the human army that appeared on the world tree.

I wasn't fighting the demon army...... what happened to Barberis, Azazel and Ravana.

And I thought that far, and I had a back that swept through my back of my brain.

"Um... heh, shit... heh!

A world back from gray.

And - the power of this overwhelming 'space'.

Many shadows appear around Kuse, approximating Gil, who looks around and eats up his teeth.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Kuse!

"Phew... We managed to make it."

"Gahaha! I was worried if I didn't make it, I'd suck!

"If you're being careless, I'll hang up."

"I don't care how easy it is to screw my balls."

To that voice, Kuse wakes up her upper body and looks around.

There he was - a nostalgic blush.

Reesha, king of the white gods.

Grace, king of ice demons.

Elsa, king of phantoms.

Beast King, Rex.

Luna Lord, the Demon King.

Donald, king of blacksmiths.

"And 'Gear of Time'......!

Further reinforcements rush to his place, where he raised his voice in dismay.

"Kuse Ryuma......! Are you okay?"

"Kuse! Isn't that a tremendous injury!

"Rin!? To your cook... you guys, why are you here...!

It was - it was my people there.

To that appearance he opens his eyes stunned, and Aisha's face, rushing right over, is about to cry - and stares back into her eyes blindly when he sees it happily distorted.

Having received that gaze, she took one 'thread' out of its pocket, looking important.

That's a long pink yarn.

Aisa, who pushed the thread to Kuse, where she could even feel the sanctity, told her to wipe the tears in her eyes and make sure they haunted her.

"-" Let us respond in mankind, "because. Kuse."

To the word, Kuse opened his eyes to the limit.

In mankind, respond.

Where one responded, it is not salvation.

That it is the true 'salvation' for him that mankind, with its will, strongly denies.

I feel like that's what they say, and Kuse laughs all the time.

"... enemies, hey"

With Potty and Crunchy Kuse beside her, Gil was greatly distorting her face.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"There's nothing like it. I'm here to stop you because you're saying 'destroy the world' or something stupid. Or what? You're gonna tell me you live on this planet and you're gonna shut up and miss it, but?

She - Gil accidentally stuffs her words with Grace's returned words.

But as soon as he exhales loudly, he stares at them with his soothingly cold, flaming eyes.

"... I see. That makes sense. King of Ice Demons. I (...) sell (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) to the world (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...

A huge sense of intimidation blows from Gil's body, who laughed so much.

Gill at the moment is not the 'puppet' once fought by the Demon King or the Beast King. A monster among monsters who abandoned their race, even thought out, and even transcended immortality.

I can't even be the one to reach them. I'm not the one to beat the 'mighty' there.

But still...

"If you don't fight here, you'll regret it for the rest of your life"

Two, Reesha's voice sounded.

To a man named Gil who doesn't react in any way to that word - to his own, to his son's one crack.

When she held her fist wide, she took a step forward.

"Gil, you may not even think of me as a parent, but still, I have something to tell you as your parent."

……

To Gil, who gave it back in silence to the word.

Riesha slapped the word as she fisted all the way up.

"- The weight of the world, don't look sweet."