The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

I heard voices.

Drinking in anger, sunk in turbulence of disillusionment.

Still, from somewhere, I heard voices.

"Are you sure you want to end this?

I heard a man from somewhere.

Who's there? Who's there?

Ask so and open your eyelids thinly.

There was just a pitch-black darkness spread out there - but in the potpourri and far away, it was in sight that there was light.

"... who,"

Are you sure you want to end this?

I heard a woman from somewhere.

Seeing, the light was increasing in two.

Who is it, who stands there?

What do you want from me?

"Oh, my God, of course that's..."

The sight opens.

I accidentally closed my eyes to that too much glare - tears conveyed my cheeks to the irresistible 'nostalgia'.

Open the lid.

My body would have returned to my childhood sole if I had noticed.

And before me, my nostalgic parents stood.

"What do you mean, you want your son to grow?"

And then I realized it was a memory.

When was that?

of the culmination of the demon army...... were they 'auxiliaries' at the time?

It was when such a father got his first vacation in a long time, and he put an archery on me at a young age.

That's how he laughed. My father stroked my little head in a mess, and my mother, watching it, walked toward me in praise of a smile.

"Well, neither me nor your father were blessed with talent. So you're not a genius, either."

Still.

She hugged me all the time, and she really told me this in my ear.

"- If you give up bad, you won't lose to anyone."

The evil of giving up.

It certainly was.

Neither father nor mother had talent.

Father nevertheless made an effort to reach the culmination of the demon army, and Mother stayed away from the battle, but worked hard to contribute to the demons with all kinds of support.

That made it possible - simply because of the evil of giving up.

I need to be like this.

My limits are still ahead of me.

That thought grew the two of us and made us take a step forward.

"If you lose, you don't have to give up. Don't give up. Scratch your feet."

"Ma, not when you can't scratch your feet, but still many times as good as giving up on the way. 'Cause there's a possibility."

The two of them, yes, made me laugh.

It's a once daily chase experience.

Still for some reason.

I felt like you two were saying that to me right now.

"Ha, ha..."

Alpha exhaled heavily as she exhaled a rough breath.

I've already teased the magic and nothing.

The blow that he had originally sparsely combined the concept of magic, shook and unleashed his last power, was now "God's Speed Absolute Spear (Deusspear)," and that blow was too powerful to prune the consciousness of the opponent.

(... Well, I'm even that bastard's decided hand. If you can't defeat me with this, it's a nightmare. -)

And so much so - Gasari, to that sound that sounded, Alpha looked up Gabba.

It is an overwhelming consternation that is floating in its face.

I can't possibly not fall down now.

It took all that damage, and on top of that, it punched Alpha's true meaning, the blow of a social gathering.

Still - the man, he stood there.

"but ha ha ha... ha"

- Full of creativity.

The expression deserved unlimited.

Is he out of magic just like Alpha, his flirty body didn't get a sense of stability, and still there, he stood with two legs.

From its body, there are no more black flames overflowing.

That body, which was changing like a demon, gradually returned to his original body, and the last thing that remained there was the figure of one man who had made a wound all over his body.

"Hey... why?"

Alpha whining like I said by accident.

Satan, by contrast, hoists the nibble and the corner of his mouth.

I heard voices.

You didn't run away, did you?

Why are you keeping your battles with others? and.

When I think of those words on my fist, I can't help but laugh.

"... you're strong"

Maybe more than anyone Satan has ever fought for.

than the chaos of that time.

than Gin-Crashbell at that time.

of Satan's perceived world, than anyone else.

A man named Alpha is even stronger

"- Hence"

Satan squeaks so, clenches his fist.

Alpha's shoulders tremble unexpectedly at the intense 'willingness to fight' that overflows from the body of full-blown creation, stained with red lotus.

"- Such a mighty enemy. What's Han without a fight?"

To that word, to that appearance.

Alpha laughs and fists for fun.

Oh, this is it, he said.

This is the battle I wanted.

Blood gushing meat leaping, a collision of intent and will.

It's hard to understand.

Let's just do it, let's just do it, let's just leave all the other difficult issues to a lot of people.

Therefore, there is only one thing I think.

- I want to fight you now.

I want to fight a stronger guy.

And I want to beat you with these two fists.

That's all.

Tense tension overflows the surroundings.

Total damage is almost mutual.

Both equally, full of creativity.

Therefore, winning here is what makes sense.

A gust of wind stroked his cheek - and both ran out at the same time.

What comes to mind in that face is a fun laugh.

Each other's fists are slapped into that laughing face that even makes them feel crazy.

If they both accidentally step on that fist shot into the counter, but shortly afterwards, they open their eyes and squeeze their fists together.

"Ruuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

Both growls roar - and fists roar.

Roar, roar.

My fist lifted Satan's jaw.

My fist pierces Alpha's belly.

A bloodbath broke out, and each time two bodies twitched greatly.

I'm not going down.

Brighten your eyes without ever falling, as if supported by someone.

"Root, sex wow!!"

Alpha's voice sounds and his right fist is tapped into Satan's cheek.

but its fists, which have lost their right foot support, worn out their strength and ran out of magic, are not caged with the same power or anything like it has ever been.

While his face was greatly distorted by the blow slapped into his cheek, Satan slapped his toes into its belly as he stared at Kick Alpha.

"Ha... Huh!?"

Satan's toes are tapped into the 'pigeon tail' without dimension, and Alpha's face is distorted by this adversity to the kind of technology that goes through the thread to target weaknesses, and by its power.

From the tip of his head to his toes, the feeling of an electric shock running through him passes, forcing Alpha's body into breathlessness.

My lungs are gasping for air, my body is starting to be rigid due to lack of oxygen.

But the air he sought did not come in through his mouth, and Satan shook up his left fist to the back of Alpha's head, which distorted his face in too much pain.

"Nooooooo!!"

Boom, and a roaring fist is sucked into the back of Alpha's head.

The blow, which boasted an easy-to-smash power to smash a man's skull, shook straight down to Alpha's head - Gacri and Satan's knee broke.

"Nah."

A shaken fist cuts off the universe and Satan stunned and drops his gaze to his own knee.

It was intuitive to see that knee, where the muscles were cramped and their own knees already ceased to function, and the end, the complete 'end', of which even the limits continued to be fought in delusion, was approaching.

but still, I won't give up.

I haven't lost yet.

No matter how far beyond the limit, the end is approaching.

Still, my body moves.

The possibility of victory is not crushed.

If you are, what are you gonna do without scratching your feet here?

"Gu, ooh ooh ooh!!"

Satan's roar echoes.

Whiplash on the cramping knee and use it all over your body to shake your fists off to Alpha's head.

- And Satan's jaw jumped.

"but...!?"

"I haven't lost yet..."

A roaring voice sounds.

Alpha's eyes still lit brilliantly behind him, waving up the upper in a counter-feel, and Satan stepped on his eyes, kicking his eyes back.

Alpha, who saw the figure and leaked a small exhale, grips her fist softly.

(... oh my consciousness, it's going to break)

In a hazy consciousness, Alpha shrugged so.

I don't know what it is anymore.

How many rounds did you get, how many rounds did you get decent?

I don't remember that anymore.

There's only one thing Alpha nevertheless thought about, with blood flowing too far or like one foot stunned into a stun.

I don't want to lose.

Face up.

There was the figure of Satan waving his fist, and Alpha exhaled heavily at the figure.

And shoot the counter off to that fist.

That counter, which was no longer familiar, pierced Satan's face - and Satan's shooting gaze pierced Alpha's body shortly afterwards.

"-"

How many times have you noticed that mistake since you were so sure you won?

Originally, Satan was not surprised that he had finished with the earlier counter "God Speed Absolute Spear (Deusspear)".

... No, it was over and natural.

Nevertheless, he thus rose again to show it.

But the price is too great, and Satan's fist, shaken again, is weak, and ends only with a small slap on Alpha's cheek.

To that fist, even passing its limits and wondering if it was conscious, Alpha waved her fist -

"- But ah."

- Shortly afterwards, I accidentally knelt on the spot.

(Hey, what's going on...)

He opens his eyes stunned and squeals so inside.

That's how I first noticed.

- I pushed it through the core of my body, to a shock.

"Keep, keep, or..."

Face up.

In front of him was Satan, waving blood from all over his body, still looking down at Alpha with his fist swung through, and behind his eyes appeared his thirst for a brilliant and shining victory.

And to its eyes, to its appearance, Alpha glimpsed the [effort] of the overwhelming concentrations Satan had built up so far.

Otherwise, you can't come here and let go of these fists.

- You can't let go of fists that are full of creativity and accurately shoot through the core of your body.

There's no room or anything else already, and what showed up on the earthen field were the living fists I've been working out.

At the end of the day, being swung through by the decision-maker of the battle was a fist conceived and forged only to slaughter the opponent, capturing precisely his body, although it was the excellence that was lacking.

If you say so - [Fist of the Bad].

Words like that cross the back of my brain, and Alpha's cheeks are heavily drawn.

"... the... the... the... the...

Alpha I accidentally threw up.

Right in front of you is Satan with his fist up.

"- Mine, win."

His fist shook off to Alpha's face, and Alpha's blood danced heavily.