The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

At that moment, I remembered the feeling that time had stopped.

A righteous blow of the blades that assembled all my power.

At the end of the day, a tremendous amount of tiredness and sorrow caused by the loss of magic on his own body strikes him, and he transitions to a dying state so close to being incapable of combat, the right means of last resort.

- Chaos final (Chaos Finale).

The (...) technique (...) that I developed to kill (...) the (...) hand (...) of the other (...).

This blow is the ultimate blow that has reached a complete number of levels of [area] by using all of its power. Therefore, it is not easy to offset where I scratched my feet to the same degree as mine.

I can't do it, it should.

But why?

What makes my heart feel so restless?

What's so shaky about it?

What I recall is the death struggle between a man named Gill and a man whose name I don't even know.

As soon as I woke up I headed to Satan, and I remember laughing at the 'foolishness' that I had only seen the second half of the battle, or the end, but still had more.

What the hell is right, what the hell is right.

That's right. We exchanged questions we put on our fists, and we killed each other, those two.

Look at those two, I'm...

"... Dear Chaos"

Second, I heard Satan.

That was certainly just before those three came to this world.

He sent three people to a safe world, Barberis, Azazel and Ravana, and waited for the "hour," just then he said.

"... Were we right"

The words, as sharp as thunder, have poked at my core.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. Now I want to fight that man, I want to win. Because it's just that feeling. So now there's no resentment, no hatred, no anger, nothing. That's why I can think sparingly."

- I wonder if this path was right.

The words made my chest bitter somehow.

With one of my orders, countless lives were scattered away.

Countless gods scattered their lives as they progressed to their father.

Since coming here, even after sitting on the most powerful seat, countless demons have scattered their lives with one of my orders.

... Until now, I couldn't afford it.

That's why I couldn't even think about it, but not now.

I've got time to think. I could afford it.

I thought about it.

- I wonder who, as one, they don't 'regret' it.

Driven by hatred and anger, he hobbies to the battlefield with passion, and sprinkles his life.

And there was no remorse in his life, in his way?

... That's what I think.

"... correctness, I wonder"

To that whine, Satan returned no words.

Precisely, I couldn't give it back, I guess.

Correctness, justice.

Look at those two battles. Seeing that ridiculously stupid, and pure bump of thoughts, I thought this crazy.

- Justice is what it is.

Am I right?

Is that right to speak for everyone's hatred and to return that hatred of the world, the irrationality we have suffered, with irrationality, just 'don't be ridiculous' and destruction?

Isn't that just the corner where we're creating the 'irrational' of the world if we change our view? From what we have suffered, are we not that irrational world itself?

... Yes, I couldn't help but think.

What's right.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

Should I have spoofed them driven by resentment, hatred, and passion?

- If you guys get revenge, it's just gonna generate new resentments again. So decide you didn't have that grudge and forget about the past.

... Yes, should I have told you?

Crying and swallowing, twilight in sorrow, mourning grief, suffering from grief, to this evil world of crying.

Together they distort their faces to insane hatred.

Yes... I can't say, can I?

I wish I could have said that, insensitively, bluntly, I wish I could have said that.

But you couldn't tell me.

I couldn't tell you.

"- Hey, brother."

That moment, I ask.

I resist desperately, suffer from scratching my feet, and still only give up shows no fine dust.

Such a pitiful and proud question to my brother.

"Am I right?"

The sound of the shield breaking heavily sounds continuously, and the light gradually spreads.

While destroying the surrounding area so that the blow you unleashed explodes from within.

While swallowed by that white light.

I, I guess.

- If I beat you, I'll know everything.

Anyway, the winner is the absolute justice.

Whatever happened on the road, whatever thoughts were swirling.

Finally, only one person who stood, absolute justice.

Only if it is.

Win or lose.

When this battle is over, we'll know everything.

Were you right or wrong yourself?

That's why, my brother.

Please respond to this question.

And then, you know...

"Tell me with that death that I was right"

Light engulfed us and a huge explosion rolled in.

A rough breath sounds.

It was a breath of chaos.

Her body had already gone back to where it was, and she was on both hands and knees on the ground, shaking her short cut black hair.

"Ha, ha, ha... cum"

Her gaze drops to a fist that grips her, as she breathes out but distorts her face wide.

- Out of magic.

It was a blow that allowed him to mobilize up to the amount of magic he was turning to life activities. As a result, the margins that could be used could almost disappear, except for the magic that thus constituted itself.

I smile so bitterly, I lift my gaze all the time.

What was spreading there was a giant crater that would change this world, this star, from shape to shape.

There is sand smoke all around, and they can't get in the way and check the perimeter.

But wonder made her understand.

- Oh, you're not done yet, are you?

The smoke clears up.

At the end of his gaze is a small silver shield that cracks and decays into a meltdown, one.

And behind it, a bloody but bitterly life-threatening man stared at us.

"but ah, ha, ha, ha..."

Its appearance of breathing air all over your lungs to gasp and using your whole body to rough your breath.

- Right, full of creativity.

Probably used up all the magic and everything.

Ninety-nine shields were used for the "detonation" of the chaotic final strike, and the remaining one, the closest to his own body, prevented its detonation with the most magical and hardest shield.

If it is true that a converged blow of the vector cannot be prevented by countless shields. but if that vector is dispersed 'explosion', there is certainly a preventable possibility.

Genius brains who calculated that far in those moments.

In addition, chaos makes me laugh as bitterly as I can at that ridiculously brave choice of sacrificing ninety-nine sheets to lessen the power and withstand the explosion with one left.

"... it's still not over"

That's right, squeal, stand up.

My knees tremble, I've run out of magic already, but I get up.

No matter how much your body screams, no matter how much your mind screams.

He said he was right.

You were right to scatter.

to their own companions who scattered themselves on the path they had taken.

She gets up again so she can say that with her chest up.

- I'm right.

Therefore, victory.

Otherwise, I can't face the scattered ones.

I can't be proud of the path I've taken myself.

That's why I declared it. He said he was right.

vs. Ginn, who gave it back with a bitter smile, exhaled heavily.

"... I wonder. I haven't settled yet."

Ginn, who laughed so much, also stands up.

Behind it is the figure of Kyoka grabbing the hem of his clothes, and she distorts her face crying to the figure of him that has been blurted out.

Once again, Ginn, who seemed to notice the feel of that hand, looked back and gently stroked her head.

- No, gentle, then never.

There is no power left.

A glimmer of tears conveyed Kyoka's cheek when she noticed it, and when she saw it, Ginn laughed and said:

"- He said to wait. 'Cause I'm gonna come home strongest."

Kyoka's hand is powerless and Gin slowly walks out.

There is no power in that stride.

I put my arms down on my blood without any strength, and the more I pushed, the more fluttered I was about to fall, then only those eyes are now glowing brilliantly.

Dying, full of creation, dying, half-life and half-dead.

If there are so many different words, and still speak, is this the case?

- The beast of the hand.

Whenever I take damage, the horror increases.

Every time I approach death, the pressure rises.

This man could still do something about it.

Uncomprehensible and unpredictable.

I can't guess, it's horrible because it's unknown.

(... the scariest part is not talent or effort, but 'I don't know' here at the best)

If those eyes are overwhelmed by that 'unknown', a gap will be created in this heart.

And the beast of hand doesn't miss that moment gap.

Hence, strong.

That figure who doesn't know to give up and purely goes to get victory.

- Right, mighty enemy.

"... I see there is no shortage"

Holding his fist, the chaos closed his lid and breathed heavily in.

Then he opened his eyelids and hung his eyebrow butt up in a rugged manner.

"Let's go!

Strengthen your legs and rush out at once.

I can't feel the glory in that run.

But the pressure that flooded out of her body did not know to stay, and when she saw it, Ginn exhaled heavily, putting both fists together and relative.

- Come on.

Already each other is full of creation.

But the battle continues.

Until that settlement comes either defeat.

- It goes on until absolute justice is exposed under the day.