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

Avoid gigantic fists wielded by ghostly monsters in a critical manner.

I fly all I want, not on purpose, and I try so hard to avoid it.

The avoided fist is paid straight to the horizontal giraffe, but crouched "before its fist moves".

I want to make a mistake to breathe. But even if they move normally, they catch up right away.

That's what I think, and I think about my hands for a short break and move on to execution.

I land right off the spot pretending to backstep gently behind me.

Then there comes a kick in front of my leg that's far bigger than my body.

When I was about to escape, he launched a linear attack on me.

I accompany one hand to the blade surface of the sword, and I fly backwards to kill the power of the kick.

The kicking power was awesome, and I blew a lot behind it.

Nevertheless, thanks to the fact that I flew myself and the sword I have, my arms have only been slightly paralyzed.

I was able to get as far away as I wanted, so I held my breath and put the magic guide sword I had in my blue eye.

My hand, which should have touched the edge of the blade, is not scratched at all, but the shielding caused his leg to become a mess. By the time we get here, he's got both arms scratched.

I can do it. It's like I can't react after seeing it. My performance is lower by step.

But demons can handle it. That's all I could be sure of.

Demons. Creatures different from normal animals.

Whether the difference is simply unconsciously causing magic to erupt.

Nor are ordinary animals without magic, but they do not emit magic radiation that distorts their surroundings.

The demon is distorting its own magic and the flow of magic around it.

I can't figure this out until I can use magic.

And if magic can be used at all, I can preface only a little bit of demonic behavior.

Demons unconsciously put their will to attack on magic, causing them to burst around.

So if you look at the flow, you can read a little bit ahead of time about where you're going to attack.

But because of its nature, the magic of immature magicians does not pass. Because the flow of magic keeps shaking.

If you do poorly, you blow yourself up. I mean, my magic doesn't go through anything.

Then I have no choice but to attack him with this sword.

But normally, no matter how many prefetches you can make, you're too powerful to mince in a few minutes of things.

The reason I can go is because this sword can cut him off.

That ghost I fought for the first time and was paid like garbage in a vegetarian state.

Um, a ghostly demon named Ghosduert.

I need to thank Inai for giving me this sword.

I know it's not because I'm stronger, but I didn't expect a day to come when I could beat that one.

No, thank you very much, Inai.

"Magic Guide Technician Sword Stel Beduk"

That's the sword Inai made for me. I usually call it a reverse helical sword.

Apparently the original name means something, but it didn't tell me.

I guess there's something else because Mr. Lynn was a poker in that name, Mr. Mirka was uh, he looked at me, Mr. Aroness nibbled, and Mr. Celes was laughing at Nico for revealing himself.

Mr. Celes is as usual...

It looks like a large pile-like object in the center, with a blade spiraling outward around it. It's spiraling toward hand, so the reverse spiral sword, that's it.

The pattern also digs the name.

For once this is also the keyword for startup.

Reverse helix sword in one step. Stel Bedluk is the second stage startup keyword.

The reverse helix sword is my name. The true name of the sword is given by the producer Inai.

This works if you put magic on it and put it into words, or if you come to mind with a firm willingness to make that name.

By the way, when I activated the second stage, I fell.

I use magic in the name of a magic guide, but I was forced to suck up magic and fell down.

They don't have that much tolerance for my magic, and the second stage will only be a blow I won't think about later until I get more skill or build a magic supplement aid.

Given my performance, it was an attack of breaking power, but on the same scale, Mr. Celes did it with unaided sorcery. Haunted or that guy.

I can't use that this time. I can't go home if I use it.

You can use this weapon, so I'll take this guy down on my own and go home on my own.

That is the exam that was imposed on Mr. Lynn this time.

Blah, blah. At first I refused. 'Cause I didn't have a vision of winning.

Only Mr. Aroness looked a little subtle then, but no one stopped it.

"With that technician sword, attack isn't a problem. I've been working outside the main office for a long time. Kill me."

In that way, Mr. Inai was clearly told the premise of defeating you.

No, well, maybe it's natural given the performance of this sword. Come on.

"Mr. Tallow's strengths have been worked out. We know better. I was taking a magic lecture on Lynn Hey's Irrationality and my Basic Workout, Cell Hey. About that time, you'll be fine. If Inai's weapon is the worst, the worst, the worst, the worst, the worst, the worst, the worst."

That's what Mr. Mirka said, and he gave me the necklace by saying, "It's an amulet".

Oh, I can't get away with this. I just have to do it. I thought I was desperate.

How about that! It's surprisingly me!

No, if I didn't have this sword, I'd be eating about three decent shots already.

This technician sword completely unravels the logic, but when attacking, it's powerful like an asshole, but when subjected to it, the impact eases like a cushion pinch.

On top of that, if I touch the blade surface, I will not be injured.

Instead, it's subsidizing me.

Although, I haven't used as much of that functionality yet. I didn't use it and it's this power.

I got a weapon.

I know exactly why Lynn didn't make it for me when I got it.

If you ask Inai why, it doesn't mean he won't make it for you.

He said he couldn't make a technician sword that could withstand Mr. Lynn's use.

It seems that all the weapons that Mr. Lynn genuinely uses are made of what appears to be the hardest metal in this world.

Otherwise, it won't be a full-fledged battle.

Even the blunt ones around here have the skill to normally cleave iron, but how unscrupulous to use it if it has to be metal like that.

Technologist swords make various mechanisms built-in, so they can't use such hard metal.

"Can you process it properly!

And Inai said.

Well, my breath is ready. He moves fast, but he's short and simple.

I don't have the irrational speed and skill of Mr. Lynn.

There is no skillful movement, no feint, no sharpness, not left to speed, like Mr. Mirka's body technique.

It is not possible to use a great magic trick that does not allow resistance like that of Mr. Seles.

Then there's only one thing I can do right now.

Dive into the nostalgia and activate the reverse helix sword, smashing it with one blow.

No, you have to decide in one blow.

I still have it if it starts normally, but if I use the functionality gutsy, it takes the magic away.

If you do, you can't fight any more than you can walk home.

I think I can go. We've had plenty of help so far.

With the help of this sword, I have the certainty that I can defeat it.

I know it's not strength. The possibility of beating that is entirely due to the technician sword.

But I can win. To that carbide. I was just in high school.

"Knock."

I can laugh unexpectedly. A little incredibly fun.

I was just a kid until a while ago. No, you're still just a kid.

But at least I could never have dealt with such a monster.

My current insanity is too unlikely to make me laugh in this situation.

"I thought I liked RPG games. Especially the boxyard system."

I'm totally in the mood for a game character. But this is not a game. If you make a mistake, you die.

I feel like I'm sweating my hands, and I seem to understand the fear.

I'm sure everyone thinks you can run if you probably can't.

But I can't pull any more than I have this sword. You can't pull it off.

How are we going to live with this, pulling a possible battle we can win?

I slowly perform auxiliary witchcraft on myself. This is why I breathed.

Magic on, chant auxiliary magic that is still immature and put on this body.

"Its body, disease. its body, wrapping the wind."

My chanting is really simple. That's faster to activate and easier to imagine. Instead, the effect is weakened.

This magic chant, there's not a determined chant like a good game or cartoon.

Only things to interfere with the world by putting power on words.

By putting force on words that embody the image, the world also responds smoothly to it.

The Word speaks to the world, and the world gives the Word back to the Word. The word magic.

Unchanted does this task by magic manipulation only.

How hard is that? It feels like it, but it's so hard not to be stylish.

Once I tried it, the magic didn't mix with the power of the world, and the power came backflow and I fainted.

I was told that if Mr. Celes wasn't nearby, there would have been an explosion somewhere in his body. Scary.

Put up your sword and drop your hips.

That thing's running this way.

Maybe that thing's coming in at my rate so far. Poke that gap.

I can put my strength on my toes.

The enhancements that are on me now are not as powerful as Mr. Celeste put them on me.

It's not my big deal, it's just reinforced magic that can move a little faster than usual.

But not now, not then.

I saw and learned from Mr. Lynn, Mirka figured it out, how to use people's bodies.

I haven't even reached that area yet, but it's still not the same as before.

Run as hard as you can.

The distance between me and the monster was still pretty empty, but I'll pack that distance all at once.

The compound treads if it was facetious, but still wields its fists.

He enters his nostrils without a technician sword his fist wielded without being in position, and screams with a galloping empty nostril.

"Open it! Reverse helix sword!

He has the magic of a moment, but I don't care about anything and stick with my sword.

The sword glows pale and magical, and the blade that was drawing the reverse helix blossoms.

The sword begins to spin, and the blade changes its shape, cleaving the ghost from his nostrils so that it becomes like a flower and opens in circles as it is.

At the same time, the blade of magic spins in the same way, releasing it away from the sword and further cleaving the ghost.

A blade of magic spinning up to the sky blooms like a flower.

Later, all I had left was a ghost with all my upper body blown out of my belly.

"Ya... holy..."

I did it. I did it alone.

I defeated that monster by myself.

"I did it, dude. Shit!

Scream and gut pose unintentionally. Such a shadow fell on me.

I have a bad feeling about this.

When I turned around, there was a demon of my own kind. Shit, can you run?

When I tried to run in a hurry, my legs didn't move well and I fell.

Oh, this, dies. That's how I feel and I get shivers.

Unlike earlier, fear of death came first in a state where nothing could be done completely.

The Demon Fist is looming, but all I could do was close my eyes to it.

But no shock came to me, and the sound of a blow to my ear.

- When I opened my eyes softly, Mr. Mirka stood there.

"That was dangerous. You shouldn't be alarmed until the end, should you?

After saying it that way, she goes to stab the demon in the stomach.

How can you do that with your bare hands, that guy too?

"No, I knocked him down safely, but why don't you use it without leaving any power to escape?"

"Hey, I just didn't run out, but if it was a battlefield, it would've been over."

When I looked behind me, there was also Mr. Lynn and Mr. Sells.

I wonder how long you've been here.

"Maybe you've been beside me the whole time?

I didn't feel anything for it.

No, can't we find these people if they're serious about hiding?

"No, we were home."

"Yeah. I've just been snooping around."

Were you snooping?

Well, I guess that's what Mr. Celes can do.

Not really surprising.

"Then how do we get here? It's too soon to rush for anything, isn't it?

"Metastases."

Mr Celes answers briefly. I guess metastasis means metastasis magic.

Hmm? Metastasis?

Maybe if we stick it in there, we'll mess with the dimensional narrows?

"I can't."

"I haven't said anything yet, Mr. Celes."

Please don't read your mind. No, well, I think it was on my face.

But yes, or no?

I guess I can't if Mr. Seles says I can't.

He seems like a great guy when it comes to magic.

"Tired tallow. I'll make it a point for you today. Now we can fight with our own strength."

"Yes, thank you!

Good, looks like it passed at once.

He was apparently exhausted on this day and slept like mud after taking a bath.

Mr. Inai was relaxing his body before he went to bed, but I don't remember him on the way.

It felt so good.