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

Watch Inai and Cigal teammates as they train in magic control.

It may seem like you should concentrate, but this is also Mr. Seles' teaching.

I looked around and was distracted by other things and couldn't use magic at all. What an excuse doesn't work on the battlefield. If you're making such an excuse, you're just going to die. 'Cause.

That's what Mr. Celes said then with a face like he chewed up a bitter bug. I don't want to remember now that I think about it, I guess I was remembering the loss.

I'm not willing to go to battlefield, but I'm not willing to go against my teacher's hard hearted teachings.

So this is the usual training landscape. Blah, blah. It's easier to stay focused normally.

By the way, when I was in the Tree Sea, Mr. Lynn and Mr. Aroness used to get in the way by my side. Those two really need to do something.

"Sigal, I've been a little uncomfortable since the beginning, but you're good with defense and fighting back from there, but don't get too slow when you turn to attack."

"Oh, yeah?

After finishing the whole set of hands, Inai tells the breathless Sigal.

"Oh, you have a good reaction to killing, but if I let you attack me, I don't have that acumen."

"Oh, really? Not at all, conscious, not at all"

Speaking of which, when I did it with that subracist guy, it was a sharp blow indeed. But Sigal didn't question it because he thought he could do that if he meant it.

When you train with me and Inai, you certainly don't have that acumen. But is that a matter of motivation in battle? I thought so.

In fact, Sigal's reaction to the attack from this side was eye-catching, so I figured I could do it to that extent.

"Um... hey, Sigal, maybe after Rowe taught you, you went up the stairs of the dojo?

"Uh, yeah, speaking of which,"

"... that's it. He's making me feel weird."

Somehow Inai had a verse that came to mind for that reason.

"Perhaps Rowe's guy just taught us to focus on defense and never eat a dying attack, too, and the attack only taught us the basics. That's what caused it."

"Yeah, but, uh... the master said the defense technique is also the foundation of the foundation, right?

"... Sigal, I think training with him was probably a wooden sword, but have you ever felt like you were going to die?

"Oh, yeah, quite a few times. I was too scared to do anything with the first one, but..."

"Did you really want to kill the child? That would be a rip-off. That's the heart to use on the battlefield. It may be a foundation, but at least it's not what you think it is.

But on the other hand, I'm sure he didn't want to teach you any more moves to kill someone. So when it comes to attacks, you're just teaching me the basics and what to do for you. "

I mean, if you eat with a decent sword, you die. Cigal is shot in over and over and over, and he's tapped it into his body and mind, and as a result, only the defensive side is very good.

But he hasn't been tapped into that much technology when it comes to attacks, so he says the difference is amazing.

But the blow wasn't that uncomfortable at that time. I guess I can do it if I care about it.

If you think about it, me and this kid are being trained by the highest people in that country. I'm even more relentless in my case, and I've had more than one pair of hands that aren't half the same as in action...

"Sigal, I'm not telling you to fight with your willingness to kill people. But if you're prepared to travel like that, you need to. Remember that."

I don't know about this either. That's the same thing then, but I don't feel like 'killing' it to the point of getting angry and beating it up.

To be honest, I'm scared. Killing people with this hand.

"Ugh, yeah."

"Fuck you, Rowe. It's nice to be sweet on the kid, but if you're asking me what I'm trying to do, I'll teach you."

With that said, Inai stands. Inai's structure is basically orthodox.

Place your left shoulder forward and your right foot forward, just plain set up. But I don't stick to it, I can switch it, and I can change my hands and feet to the shape of putting them forward, and then I show the flexibility of movement then.

I guess it's the same thing around here as Mr. Mirka.

"It's time for you to calm down, let's go for another bottle."

"Ha-ha-ha, sooo, ha-ha-ha,... yes!

Inai tells me to also set up a cigar that is completely ready to breathe.

Well, I guess I'll try something new.

When I finish my magic control training, I switch to immortal training.

Even so, it's not control training. I mean, I'm tired of just controlling it anyway, so I'd better use it and try everything.

Mr. Mirka and I are the only people who can use immortality at the moment.

Mr. Mirka is a melee expert. So the attack in Immortal Arts is on the extension of the basic physical attack.

But immortality serves with sorcery. If...

"Flames."

Gently create fire with magic. And I'll mix it in so that I can work out my qigong.

Oh, it was surprisingly easy. Now I'll try to mist it to test the magic.

... doesn't disappear. The power of Qigong alone maintains the flame.

Try to keep it under control, make it bigger or smaller, or change its shape.

You can do it without a problem. Just don't get tired a bit more than flesh strengthening normally.

I also extinguish Qigong and now try to 'imitate magic with Qigong'. but the power of qigong itself occurs, but nothing else.

Hmm, I can maintain things created by magic, but I can't make them out of qigong?

Maybe this isn't magic, but something you actually have.

I'll rip the grass around it to try and let the qigong flow. That's hard. But I managed to get there. Although it doesn't make any difference to the purpose I saw it for.

I'm perusing. I gently tapped it against a nearby tree branch with that grass, and the beckoning broke.

You haven't changed your appearance, but you're in a completely enhanced state.

When I stopped breathing Qigong, the grass turned to dead grass all at once. Oh, what is this?

... it looks like you should stop pumping qigong into the creature and strengthen it.

But now I can confirm. I can mix Qigong with magic attacks. This would mean that other than Mr. Mirka, he would have obtained a means of attack that was nearly indelible.

The only way to extinguish Qigong is to hit Qigong or hit the same level of force as that force.

However, Qigong cannot be fought with magic to be defeated by magic. There is only one way to defeat it with the 'power' itself created by witchcraft. On top of that, Qigong can shock across the protective gear.

So essentially the only way to defend against this attack is by junction or barrier. Don't stand around in your favor if you use it well, this.

"Oi, Tallow, what is it now?"

"Brother, it's not magic right now..."

I stop the handset at some point and turn to the two of us who were coming this way.

"Oh, my God, fairy art."

"No, you can't put out flames with immortality. I heard Mirka used to try it."

That? Didn't you see the first place?

"I let it out by magic first. We could have flowed into the grass around here, so maybe we could go to a fire or something."

"... it's probably impossible to wipe it out with magic."

"Yeah, I can't. I did it to Mr. Mirka before, and it was terrible."

Yeah, that was just an experience. If you blow it out with magic, you can disperse the fog, right? I thought that the power of Qigong itself could not be attenuated at all, and of course I ate it.

"You're packing too many moves, it's a hell of a thing... maybe Mirka can't do that either..."

"Brother, wow..."

Inai feels slightly closer to her face, and Sigal sees it with tremendous sparkling eyes.

Right, Mr. Mirka, can't you? Is that why you couldn't tell me?

But surely this could be outrageous while I am. 'Cause you'll have got a means of attack that won't be hobbled with jamming interference.

Nevertheless, because it is a fairy art, it is the neck that cannot use pom pom pom. I wouldn't consume as much as I wanted if it were fortified or an attack from the flesh, but I seem pretty tired of pouring it into other things and using it.

But don't be in your wife's hands, this.