Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The sword in front of you sways loosely as if it were a snake.

If I watch this, they'll drink me at their pace. If you ignore it, it will kill you.

Such an atmosphere. The gray-haired old man, Gaston, was letting go.

I don't like that, I pay my sword.

The old man took a step when he was convinced that he would make a clear steel noise.

Two, three steps and into the realm, the silver blade approaching with all sorts of shaking. Feeling the killing to his throat and covering him with a sword, he swayed loosely to his feet. If I think about it, I make my fingers look like hook claws and they aim me in the eye.

If you instantly "accelerate" and escape behind your back, put yourself on the spot and then carve the steps.

Aim is a flank, a blow from the side.

You can't lose at speed any more than you are allowed to travel freely around. Previous battles have enhanced the overload (overload) of the quintessential definition, which has also made it possible to withstand complex movements.

And then remembering the best blow and dodging increases my advantage.

As I move slowly, my vision changes from the right side to what I see. First a sword, I started slaughtering, thinking, then gibberish.

On the track, there is an old man's blade waiting for me at the end of my hand. Keep going and your fingers will all be removed in position.

"Whoa!

When were you moving your sword?

Further to the right, he circles behind the old man and forcibly releases a continuation of the cut. At this point, he hasn't even seen this one yet. Gaston's vision suggests only my halted body, my phantom.

This will just get you there. I don't think so yet. There was a throwing knife just ahead of my eyeballs, and it was a little tight again.

Were you expecting to come here during that battle? No, I wasn't, I was being guided. Otherwise too much has been done.

When I instantly paid for it with my sword, the kings and hard noises echoed around me.

The old man looks back without a single sweat.

"I knew it was early. Look at me. I can take it easy."

Yes, voyeurizing, the blade in the old man's hand splits into three sides. One of those swords became a sharp poke, coming at me trying to break my throat. It's a very simple poke, but that's why it flies in as a blow from an electrolithic fire.

Zakiyi! This is real, as the numbing impact of the arm says. Unlike my phantoms, the blade disappears shortly after the spark is scattered.

I don't know why. It's nothing like a phantom to have an entity.

I still don't understand what that means, but I will record the trajectory and velocity of the current poke to foolishness (hornest). This should be available for something later.

But to laugh at the idea, the immediate aftermath of two consecutive attacks was a completely different trajectory, and even the same type of attack did not come until the end of the fight.

"Yikes, kid. Fighting is a good read. It's a makeover. This is my skill. If you do it the stupid way, you're gonna get fucked easily."

Right, I can't even reply to that. Also a throwing knife looms a few centimeters ahead of the eyeball, and from above comes the blade of the old man. It's been a cliff since just now, even though it seems so floating and easy.

Hmm, when was my attack not even sealed in the first place?

I have to make a statement. You must make the old man's intentions and break his breath. I'm sorry I don't have to show you the good things about guys at times like this.

Metastased twice.

Just ten centimeters to squirt the throwing knife, plus his nostalgia.

The old man took a slight breath because he showed them the same artistry. The art of dividing the sword into three sides.

In the meantime, he hit me in the head properly.

"Seriously, what do you want me to do with splitting you in the phantom! Sure, I was surprised, but then it sucked. What did you do with this air?

"Yikes yeah eh......! I'm not convinced, why is Gen Tip faster than a sword! How much does Mr. Gaston care if he hides his skills!

Ooh, that's good work, kid. This kid suddenly finished his interpersonal training today. If you look back, you're less than a minute into battle, and you're on a great bench. Then there was Zella, who was wearing the hat "I am the defeated" because of the client.

"Look, it's your hat. A proper rash."

"... again today. Ah. In my recent training, I feel like I've totally figured out my strengths."

A dark-haired girl came over here wearing a kippo hat. She's Kaoruko-san, in the same apartment.

The girlfriend has just come to this world and hands me a drink with her black eyes pointed all over her.

"That was amazing, like leaving a remnant or a comic book. I was hoping when my hair would turn golden."

"I wonder if that's too much reading of comics. More than that, isn't Kaoriko bored to see this kind of training?

No way, I've been waving my little hand left and right.

Then he sits next to him and bows his head to Pepper and also to the big man Zella. He seemed like a child lover and peeked even though he didn't get the word.

"You're a pretty decent kid. What does he say his name is?

"Yeah, she said Kaoriko, and I still can't even speak the common language. I think we'll come visit occasionally, so I guess we'll be glad to get along."

Fine. Zella nods, and the two shake hands.

Zella was impressed with how well behaved because she was a serious person, although an adult and a child.

By the way, Marie is learning magic in the building right next door, and Tetsu is in the mansion again. He liked to cook as much as I did, and when he saw the fresh ingredients, he offered, "I'll make them for you and I'll make them for lunch."

Seeing her like that, Zella gives an impressive look, too.

"What a runny nose you had when I was a kid. So, more than that, are you going to be able to complete your grandfather's assignment?

"Ugh, he's the one who says read minds, isn't he? I wonder if I can, such an artist."

I often hear "chi" in comics and such, but I have been trained to "chi train" for a while now. It sounds nagging, but Zella, who has been working out since childhood, has shown the opposite idea.

"When I was a kid, I thought I was a jerk too. Training is a long way off. But one day, the time will come to know. You can read their minds and let them live in battle."

That's why he seems to be giving up on me.

But the labyrinth exploration starts tomorrow, so I think it's a little more difficult to learn in a shorter time than before.

Well, there was such a commotion.

Rarely, Uridora came to this training ground, offering me that mansion. He wears a black dress and even follows Shirley in the back who became an entity.

And then I realized what she was wearing on her chest, and I said, "Ah!" I leak my voice unexpectedly. She was holding a baby with a round, fluffy cheek.

Speaking to Marie, who was studying, and proceeding with a wave of people, Uridora's eyes, who was talking to everyone, turn this way. Obsidian smudged eyes seemed happier than usual, and somewhere proudly showed the baby.

"Oh, are you here? It's my first time with my child, Kitase."

Of course I've seen it when I was a dragon, but I've never seen a baby before. Then was it true what you said before, "I learned the magic of humanization"?

"Ha, ha! Hmm, wow, wow!

Irresistibly, the elf rounds his eyes at the way he offers to "hold it." She blushed her cheeks with excitement and extended her arms as well.

Holding a baby makes me wonder all the time. It's irresistibly soft and the temperature is much higher. Then I cuddle it back by accident because it instinctively hugs me, and exhale.

Relax. Soft, warm, terribly comfortable to hold. Long ago, from birth, everyone has had this instinct to dwell on.

"Ahhhhh," he said in his ear, and Marie's long ear drooped.

"That's good. I think I'll get it soon."

"Oh, I wonder if you will! Wait a minute, spiritual magician's mom... what shall we do, this is an English talent education"

Marie grinned her lips sadly as her hazy face was also taken away from her mother while she didn't do it.

"Oh already, so cute! You can't, if I don't give you a hug. Something I can't help but want. Hey, Ichiro, huh!?

He pulled his sleeve and said that, but he finally figured out his statement was a big deal. I blush my face as I look at it and look like a fire is about to come out of my flickering lips.

I kept my hands off my sleeve and I was busy with my fingertips.

The surrounding adults say that they are progressing, fast, etc. In such a situation, the elf happened to block his ears with both hands and ran away.

"Oh, hey, Marie"

"Here, hold Kitase, too. For the future."

Uridra stopped me from trying to chase him. The other child, a fluffy haired child close to cherry blossom color, is offered and hugged.

Warm.

Body temperature transmitted carefully and small fingers like toys. If you look closely, you have beautiful eyes and noses, and you can tell they probably resemble Uridora.

And, slowly, my eyes open.

Eyes very similar to pink sapphire gems. It was so big, my eyes staring quietly at me. The expression that it is likely to be inhaled gives it a very suitable color.

"That's cute. This child's name is Yukizona. I can't think much yet, but I'll keep an eye on you. Apparently, you like it."

Yes, while I am whispered by Uridora, my mother, I slowly close those eyes. Then he began to sleep again, and his temperature changed to even higher.

What an impressive son of a dragon.

The colors alone are beautiful, and people are fascinating. I'm sure it's because I feel the energy to sleep on the inside.

Kaoriko, who was shining her eyes in the same way, gave me a hug and I still seemed to have the same feeling.

She looked lonely as she walked away and muttered, "I want it too".

Well, while I was going after Marie, an old man talked to me earlier.

It's almost lunchtime. Everyone's headed to the campsite. I started walking with him to defy the flow.

He has an unexpectedly tight body and a slightly cat-backed habit of walking. Gaston has spoken quietly.

"Boy, you don't seem like a child. You have calm and head. I don't know if I have the skills to tell you... what do you think?

"Uh, what do you think? I'm sure it'll go well with them."

While confused, respond that way.

If you say it in strength, it will definitely be strong. But as I fought him earlier, there are also unbeatable opponents.

The problem is that I don't realize why. Someone you can't even look in your hand to take care of. Gaston has taught us that we will have a painful battle in such cases.

"That's the thing. I have the power to see. But I don't have the power to read. The person who finds out about it will probably flirt with a hand like me. I might use dirty hands, and maybe you're worse off that way."

Oh, well. That's my weakness.

I'm not used to something called dirty hands because I fought demons all the time. Because there's nothing like that in the first place.

"Mr. Gaston, could you please continue to train your interpersonal combat if you like?

"Oh, yeah, I don't mind. But you know, it's kind of like a kid to be able to think like that right away."

Even the weird stuff made me look like I could see it.

Well, surely the contents are salaried, and being a socialite is the first thing you "do something" stare at that you don't like. Otherwise they'll keep saying the same thing forever.

Gaston claws his jaw like he remembers something. And he gave me the same advice.

"Mmm, there was another one when it came to weaknesses. You honestly use too much skill. [M] That's probably because you're smart. Fools like me would rather do whatever they want. A"

So don't decide the performance yourself, they pointed me at my fingertips.

He grins at the end of his mouth, and he waves away.

I couldn't respond to him because I couldn't understand his words. But I think Gaston is a man who doesn't teach goals when he tells him the way to go.

It makes some sense.

But I still don't get it.

It can be teethy, and it can be tight.

I ran through the sword pattern once and then started walking to the mansion.