The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

End Chapter - 18 Strength of Thoughts

The gaze intersects.

A rough breath echoes.

I can hear the footsteps of the world breaking.

My own heartbeat is terribly far away.

Fist is heavy, body is heavy.

My legs don't move, my knees tremble.

Not enough blood, not enough oxygen.

My body is screaming.

- My heart is crying out for victory.

To let you know that it is the living path of your fellow men that is just.

Just one promise, this time to keep it.

It's a sloppy purpose, but nothing else.

I don't care what others think.

I just can't give in for myself.

I don't want to give in, even if it's no.

If that's all you can think about, that's fine.

Laugh at each other, like that.

- And ran out at the same time.

"WOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

"Haaaaaaaa!!"

Each other's roar rocks the atmosphere and fists cross.

Both fists decide each other's cheeks and beat the next fist without stopping.

My eyes swollen, my face painted with blood, and I still hold my fist and slap it.

Blood is scattered all around us in a series of rounded fights that cast off defense, and a sea of blood spreads at the feet of both of us.

"Raah!"

A small, sharp voice and at the same time a left fist of chaos roars and approaches.

He was Ginn, who took it with his right fist, but shortly afterwards he opened his eyes wide and unexpectedly when he saw it hidden in his fist and towards the sword his left arm lay on his hips.

(heh......!? Didn't you make that sword out of magic!?)

When I used to fight, chaos was creating swords out of magic.

I also wondered if the sword on her hips was created by her magic, but the magic was performing too well for the original impromptu.

It couldn't have been in itself that he was taking the blow of Silversover without difficulty in the first place. Yes, Ginn cursed his own lack of attention, but the hour is already late.

"-Sh."

Moments, black fillings released from the sheath as if they were living together.

Ginn, who slipped through the void and was released as he drew the trajectory into the void, strayed from his torso and slit his throat shallow - precisely by grasping his right hand, which was grasping that sword, with Pasilli and his left hand.

"Huh!?"

- Gotcha.

Yes, Ginn, who laughed with a nit grip, squeezed the sword's violin firmly into it and then immediately swayed his right leg wide back.

To that overly big motion, the chaos I thought of avoiding the 'kick up' that would probably come next.

However, the left fist has been grasped with disappointment, and the right fist holding the sword is only safe, but the sword is completely grasped.

- I mean, if you don't let go of your sword, you're undefendable.

Immediately to the thought, chaos throws its sword away in an instant and turns its right arm to its foot-kicking guard.

Shortly afterwards, a kick up of the guin piercing over that guard.

I can tolerate it if it's not a clean hit, as long as it's chaos with a small facial distortion on the shock.

Sending a staring glance at Ginn immediately, he kicked Ginn's jaw up his face - with his left leg.

"but...!?"

Counter of kicks, against kicks.

A rare but wonderful timing, and Ginn's body bouncing heavily on that blow of power, his right hand loosening as he was gripping his left fist of kicking pressure and chaos.

- I mean, both fists opened.

When I swing my fists together immediately, I shake them off with that raised face.

"Haa!!"

It sounds like you hit a rock with a blunt instrument.

That blow that makes your bones snap and your skull crush.

Blood blows out along with the unpleasant noise, and Ginn, whose body support no longer works on the excess power, accidentally collapses on the spot.

But it's only a great opportunity from the other person.

"Haaaaaa!!"

A voice of chaos sounds and a strong clenched fist is shaken down into Gin's skull.

He was a guinea pig with his arms firming his guard - but shortly afterwards, his feet of chaos slipped into the sea of blood, and chaos sank from face to face into the sea of blood in front of the guinea pig.

That's an impossible mistake.

Why, I'm not supposed to be doing so much damage.

Think about it that way - and, uh, I remember the one shot that hit the face of chaos.

- Parst Dubclimb, a taboo sin that perishes in the past.

Remembering that blow, Ginn finally thinks about the possibility.

(Damage was accumulating)

Nothing, they weren't doing it unilaterally.

If it were, you'd see an opportunity.

Otherwise it's weird, it's impossible.

So sure, Ginn kicks the side of it all he wants.

"Gu...... uhh"

The chaos leaked a small scream at the shock that his neck seemed to twist, but as soon as he stared at the guin, he shook the foot off the guin with his right foot.

As soon as he did, Ginn, who was not stomped because of the blood spreading at his feet, also slips his feet again, making sure to put his buttocks on and sink into the sea of blood.

Shortly afterwards, chaos struck the disfigured Gin, who couldn't react to the rash, taking the assault with his body, trying to roll and hold it in chaos and being blown away.

"- Huh."

Goh, and the dull impact of hitting his head with a stone runs, and the momentum that was rolling disappears as soon as possible.

And I opened my eyes - shortly afterwards, I saw the chaos waving up my fist on a horseback riding in front of me, and I opened my eyes to the limit.

"As it were, first..."

"- Die."

Shortly afterwards, Ginn, who receives his shaken fist in the palm of his hand, takes his left hand with his right hand, which is released shortly afterwards so that it is caught, and falls into a state of rigidity.

"Come on, give up and die...... ugh! Why are you so focused on winning? Why don't you get that far and try to give up - ugh!!"

"Ugh, let it go!

Staring back at Ginn screaming like that, chaos eats his teeth off hard.

"To you... you see! Driven by vengeance, driven by passion, and when it may be wrong, their feelings of choosing to die, even though they are frustrated by such emotions! My feelings of pronouncing death on them...... ugh! 'Wrong' to them like that! If you can say that, kill me! Otherwise expose yourself to death in front of me!

Winner is justice.

It is only if we are, if we win here, that justice will be proven.

I... and they died. My compatriots.

If I wasn't wrong, I would be proven.

This path, which I have walked, proves that their death was not in vain.

So die. Expose yourself to death.

Crushed to death by the tomb sign of evil.

Before absolute justice, expose yourself to death.

"You... stubborn bastard!

Ginn uses his free little space and shoots a short upper into the jaw of chaos, paying off a fist of chaos with his left hand.

Blood dances, trying to push down her jumping body and pressing it with her left hand, she becomes a horse rider on that body and squeezes her fist.

"Don't you know that! If there were dead people, we'd all be guessing at death if the path was evil or just! So it's not a question of you depositing your standards of justice with me... ugh!

The fist waved down is similarly received with his left hand, pushing the right arm of chaos that moved shortly afterwards, Ginn, with his left hand, to the ground.

"Gu...... uhh"

Unexpectedly groaning chaos, Ginn looks softly closer to her face and peeks into its eyes.

"- If you still think they're dead because they were 'wrong'. Live and redeem the world with that life. Don't run to [salvation] easily, you bastard."

In those eyes, in those words.

The chaos, which devoured his teeth greatly, devoured Gatsun and his head into his face.

Ginn's left hand away as soon as possible. Slap more fists into Gin's face with his liberated right fist, kicking that body, screaming like this, loud, throwing it away.

"... Ha! That's beautiful, my brother! Great, what a storytelling dialogue! I laughed as I did, to the optimism that everything would be solved with something like that, etc! What's the responsibility, what's the atonement! I'm fighting to justify them! I stand here to prove my own evil is not evil!

The chaos that stood up and slapped his fist against his chest grinned miserably and opened his mouth.

"All the thoughts of those who have scattered so far are caged in my shoulders! Win therefore!

"... this."

Chaos breathes heavily and throws up against the gins who accidentally devour their teeth.

"- Reality isn't as sweet as a story"

To that word, to that appearance.

Standing up breathing heavily, Ginn stares straight back into his eyes.

"- It's not sweet, so I'll scratch your feet."

The reality is, it's not sweet.

We live together, sour and sweet, bitter and spicy.

I still want to live, so people are alive.

I don't want to die.

This life still has its potential.

I'm still desperate to live because I've left something to do.

"It's not a sweet life. Even in the hot and sweet mode, the reading is tentative and false. I can't use my powers anymore, and if I get adversity, I die there. He dies crushed by cruel reality."

I remember.

The most powerful protagonist I've seen in Japan.

Remember that, Ginn thinks this from the bottom of his heart.

- Is that the strongest thing you've ever tried to win? and.

Burn your life, sip muddy water, spit blood reflexes, frustrate.

But get up.

At the end of the day, I was wondering if it was in your hands.

... Well, if that's really the case, great, you can do it grounded.

But if, without any effort, you're just claiming to be the strongest, with some power from the superior being.

- I don't need that kind of power.

"This is not a story. There is no such thing as strong power without any effort from the beginning. Even if there was a strong force, that would become just a basic tactic after a little while. So I try. Scratch, stand back, and push for something that's supposed to be ahead."

That's why.

So giggled Ginn, returning her gaze to soothing chaos.

"- Hey, sister, live your life."

Scratch, stand back, fail.

The past is irrevocable, and trauma wraps around for the rest of your life.

Still, don't give up.

- Don't push your answers on others.

"What someone gave me is not real. Good luck, train, make it your own, wonder if it's more likely. The answer that came out at the end is the real one."

When Ginn smiles so bitterly, he drops his gaze to his clenched fist.

"... Winner is justice, is it? Well, either win (...) or be (...) naughty (...). Ordinary justice is quite strong."

Though.

Ginn, who went on to do so, puts his clenched fist against his chest.

There was a warm flame there, and Ginn, feeling its warmth, laughed and told him this.

"- The last thing you win is' real ', and that's' true justice '"

To that word, to that appearance.

Though it was often a stiff chaos, I immediately laughed and told him to laugh away.

"... real? You think that's true justice? So you're telling me everything else is fake? Our thoughts are that the winner is the righteous one."

"I'm not mistaken. It's not even fake. I guess that's what justice is all about."

So that he can be covered in the word of chaos, and Ginn goes on to say so.

"But in the end, stronger justice prevails. In other words, the winner is justice. With it, justice is stronger than justice wandering in search of answers from others, deciding on its own core and grasping at the end of its efforts"

- On the contrary.

and so continued Ginn, provoking the eyes of the Red Lotus to glow.

"- I don't see any reason to lose"

Something hung up on the words.

I don't see any reason to lose, he said.

The words echoed in my head - and more and more black emotions sprouted.

What is this emotion?

Before I thought that, my instincts had already guessed.

- It was' anger 'stained black.

"- I see, I understand"

From the body of chaos that shrugged so much - immense magic overflowed.

Magic that should have been exhausted.

That's why it was created now.

There is no way that such a thing can be understood because the very existence of 'chaos' is a manifestation of incomprehension, but there was still only one thing I could be sure of for Ginn.

(Uh... It could suck, this)

This man whines inside about such things now as he keeps his decision dialogue covered with grandeur.

- I don't see any reason to lose, he said.

Remember the words you said so yourself, and, uh, look back at the gaze you felt from behind.

There is one girl there who once made one promise, and she smiles unwittingly at the way she looks.

(... sorry sister. I'm not real, either.)

What I recall is the appearance of one man who was once blocked.

Sadly, the man was able to break it off for the first time after being helped by his beloved girlfriend, and when it comes to it, it's probably never real.

I gave her an unbeatable reason to keep walking.

Then it's just 'non-transferable', not 'real'.

"... it's the dirtiest thing in my life."

With that said, Ginn laughed.

Dirty, fake, confusing.

You can say whatever you want, because you're right.

But I can still say this with confidence.

- In any case, I don't feel like losing.

If it's fake, I don't care about that.

Anyway, they're fake too.

If it was, a stronger fake triumphs.

Stronger 'thoughts' call for victory.

"Come on, maybe you'll die again?

"No, you're good at flagging your husband's death."

I said, "Are you all right? You're not insured or anything this time!

Three voices echo in his head, and Ginn grins bitterly.

Though only the Lord infidels do not speak of the possibility of triumph even of fine dust.

Still, that's fine if you can make a joke.

"Look at you guys. If you win, it's a punishment game."

Ginn, who laughed so much, - huffs, closes his eyelids and inhales.

Then suck up the depths of your body, just a little healed magic, to the limit critical.

"-" The Iron Fist of Justice (Silverblow) ""

From Gin's right arm, the silver magic blows up.

Magic that made you focus on recovery without ever using the protective wall of your thoughts.

That is also to the extent that the expression 'just a little' fits well in terms of total quantity, but it was nevertheless too much to decide the battle.

"-" Righteous Fist (Chaos Blow) ""

From the right arm of chaos, black magic overflows.

Literally the last blow, which totally mobilized all the magic overflowed by the emotions of immense anger.

That total amount is just equal to the amount of magic Gin has recovered.

- I mean, double qualification.

"... Destiny seems to hate us terribly"

"That's what I mean when you get here and there's no 'difference'"

The two people who exchanged those words breathed heavily - running out.

I've run out of measures.

Each other, and this is the last magic, the last strength, the last strength.

- Therefore, there is only one factor that separates the battles.

"" - Strength of thoughts. Huh!