At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Wow..."

The prince is whining about something, but ignores it. I can't afford it.

I'm working with Mr. Mirka right now.

Mr. Mirka is unenhanced. I'm fortified by magic, but I still can't hit it, and they can guess.

I haven't gotten a clean hit yet for once today.

Can we get a blow in here today?

If you're feeling that way, Mr. Mirka's blow will tangle up your elbow all the time.

Shit, it gets organized.

When you can stay in the current assembly technique, you can't shake it off.

On the verge of being assembled, it ends there if we don't deal with it properly.

Lately, I've managed to figure that out, too, and I'm starting to identify moments of change in movement.

tons, and while pushing it off well, avoid combing moves.

Weirdly, they use that power in reverse. Focus on removing only.

The hand that was supposed to be put together shifted its manoeuvre, grabbing the sky, not just as it was, and it comes down as a blow.

Reacting and judging too quickly. This guy is really unenforced.

It's a speed of reaction that leads me to believe that I always use something other than fairy and sorcery.

While avoiding the blow critically, I try to aim at the counter, but it is lightly shrugged and, conversely, the back of my hand is hit with bread on my face.

"Ugh."

So for a moment. After a really frightening moment of motion, I lose sight of Mr. Mirka.

I knew they'd slap the blow in the next moment, so I'm gonna back off.

but they have read it completely and also pay for the axial foot on top of the shrugged foot they tried to back off.

Kick your hands on the ground right before they slap you on the ground like a breakdance, but Mr. Mirka's kick enters my belly like sewing a gap.

"Damn!"

I fall straight off my back. Ouch.

"Hey, yummy"

Mr. Mirka says so, but I can't believe someone told me not to sweat.

"Gu, I can't even guess today...

"Maybe now, if you use fairy arts, you'll win"

"That doesn't make sense, does it? Even now it's above Mr. Mirka's speed."

Yes, my speed in the magic enhancement state is higher than normal Mr. Mirka.

But I can't hit it. And eat.

The attack is avoided as if it were all known to come there, made, and as we know from the beginning that if we attack there, it will hit, the fist, the kick will be unleashed.

Mr. Mirka's most amazing thing would still be his good eye.

As much as I think you're looking at everything, they knock you down.

Recently, I've finally become a decent "pair of hands," but that's also going to stop talking if she reinforces it.

"I'll definitely hit it once before I embark on a journey"

"It's, like, fun"

Sleepy eyes, but a somewhat mean grin, Mr. Mirka.

Recently, the expression became more discernible than before.

This guy always seems to have slept with his eyes, but it's been a recent realization that he's quite a change of expression for quite a while.

"Awesome, brother!

"... oh, yeah, thanks. But you were watching. Mr. Mirka is stronger."

Why? Why is this prince so amazing when he sees me being slapped?

"No, I'm about halfway through my brother's movements right now, and you can't look too good. I can see his movements."

"... yeah, let's just start by getting used to the eye, or we'll be able to use some enhancement magic. And because it's really more amazing that you can see it, but you can't catch it, right?

"Yes!

I don't know, this prince. I mean, prince, it's like one of the bottom lines.

"Feviema, too, light, do it?

"Yes, well, I haven't had a chance to do this lately with someone stronger than me, so can you please?

"Mmm."

That said, Mr. Feviema pulls out the knife.

Mr. Mirka is still lifting his arms.

"Okay, please"

"Oh, yeah, let's do it after that, prince. Please leave your body gently at ease."

"Oh, oh, okay"

Mr. Mirka, something about Mr. Feviema, it's shattered.

"Shh!"

Mr. Feviema runs the knife.

Throat aim blow. Fast.

It would be too dangerous if they weren't Mirka, but Mirka's obvious...

"Come on!"

Mr. Mirka's face is distorted. Force him to change the direction he tried to avoid and drop his head straight behind him, falling from his back to the ground. He releases a kick on his hands without falling, but he gets hurt in Sweden.

Inevitably, Mr. Fabiema cuts off his leg, but Mr. Mirka kicks the pattern up with his reverse leg.

What, now?

"As always, I'm scared. It's good to remember."

"You, as always, avoid it. No, earlier than then. He said he got a few cuts then."

They're getting along, but we're looking at something here.

"Brother, Feviema changed the knife's orbit slightly with a snap on her wrist. He's good at it."

"In that moment"

If my eyes were certain, Mr. Mirka was waving the opposite for a moment.

Yet, in response to that too, did Mr. Feviema accurately change the orbit of the attack?

Is that guy stronger than me?

"Hey."

"Yes, something?

"Isn't that guy stronger than me?

"But Feviema can't move that fast."

Yeah, I see. But still, I can't change my expression. Skillful enough to make someone have red flags.

That's all I need. If you're just physically capable, you'll definitely lose if you're on the same opponent.

We need to get to the same level with enhancements and on top of that we can't do something with moves.

It's going to hurt one day if you just push it with reinforcement.

"But now, keep it up, we win"

"I see, was it you who was in custody, too"

The look on their faces looks like a lot of fun.

Damn, I'm sorry. I can't bring out that look.

After that, the two repeated the offense, which I have to say was totally Xuan preference, and finally, Mr. Mirka wrapped his arms around Mr. Feviema as he stepped in, and ended up throwing him away.

"After all, on the battlefield, it doesn't fit. So good."

"That's good. This one's doing its best. You'll still be able to improve your physical abilities with enhancement, won't you?

"Still, a long time ago, someone I'm afraid of outside my body. You just don't show it to me. You have your back."

"Was it broken? It's my real wife's hand, though, so I can't show it here."

"Yeah, I knew you were, like, strong"

I don't know, I think that guy's having more fun than a prince.

"Well, it's my turn."

"Yes, thank you very much"

Well, the prince was the result of not having to predict that he would lose light, try again and again, and be able to do nothing.

I just want to compliment that unbreakable heart that I try so many times.