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

Bite the yawn to death watching the flaming fire.

There's nothing I can't do at night, but I'm usually asleep, so if I don't work hard, I'm going to sleep.

I wonder if it moves my body to drowsiness.

Put the sword down and set it up. That said, I'm too enthusiastic to notice any approaching. Then it's a problem, so it's light.

Flush and exhale all the way through the mould.

"You wanted to sleep?

See who spoke to me. It's Cigal. I noticed you were watching, but you didn't talk to me, so I left it there.

"If you haven't moved your body, you're sleepy."

"Haha, then, can you deal with a little pair of opponents?

"Mmm, fine. Which one?"

"Yay. The sword annoys others, so it's unarmed."

Cigal sets it up. It's light, so we don't reinforce each other at all.

Sigal steps in and punches his caged palm of power into his belly. Kick that palm up with your right knee.

Cigal turns to my left, looking at my stomach, but doesn't stop. From the outset, the clap was a clap.

I'll shoot that attack off with my elbow.

"Ugh, tsk."

Cigal doesn't stop with that either. He jumps on the spot and releases a shower and kick. I step back a little without taking it.

Sigal seems to have a great sense of balance, and if he thinks he landed clean as it is, he'll stick it into his nostalgia again.

Now instead of full clapping like the first one, aim for the time to put in a blow while detailing, releasing maneuvers and avoiding a handached interception.

I'll go forward without it. Cigal twitches, but doesn't stop his hand as he lowers.

But when I find out what it feels like to have an obstacle in my back with a ton, I fly straight up and kick the tree behind me at the highest point and release it as it passes over my head.

I'll take my leg off while I flatter it. Cigal reflexively releases a kick with the opposite foot, but pushes up the foot he takes and breaks down his posture, greatly diverting the kick.

Sigal falls from her back to the ground, and although she takes a passive, she doesn't get up right away, and she gets a ton of my kicks, lightly belly.

"Ugh."

"Cigal is light after all. Since you don't have any weight, you'd better attack with your fine hands without doing the big moves if you're in a vegan state. Even though it's light, I know where to work out and hit it properly. If you decide to do it beautifully, it will work there."

"Yes."

"And even when we move to that method of warfare, we'd better move more, without standing on the opponent's mound, like we just did. Cigals are fast, so you can't beat adults unless you fight that way."

"Ugh, I want to be big soon"

Cigal snaps bossy. Well, Inai is that physique, and he's strong even as a vegetarian.

I mean, it's certainly inferior to Mr. Mirka, but Inai is also incredibly strong with no enhancement. It feels like we're covering the missing muscle strength with technology.

If you're serious about fighting, use reinforcements and you're stronger than me.

"Cigal, get your hands on me"

"Yeah!"

I treat the part that was shot down in the interception. I thought this would be the strongest part of this kid while he was being treated.

Normally, I think it will stop once they intercept the first two shots. But this girl won't stop. This child will not stop the hand of the attack until the 'loss' is clearly confirmed.

I asked him if that's what he taught me, and he says it's not like that.

It's gonna hurt. With that hand, I think I'm pretty strong in my heart around coming out to slap him again because I can make him move.

I think this is the reason for this kid's short-term enhancement.

But just so you know, time doesn't lie.

I guess that's why this kid had intensive training. Just like me, I was raised to the skill of a hell of a lot of people.

But that's why you're with me and you're not ready yet.

So eventually, when it comes to serious combat, you use magic. Naturally, but with this kid's muscle strength and moves, he can't beat a much better, more skilled adult.

So make up for what's missing with fortified magic. And stir it up at speed because it's still not enough.

When Cigal challenged Mr. Hoofa, if he did it 'seriously', Cigal probably lost. I'm sure she knows too.

Mr. Hoofa is aware of that, so I guess he was worried.

"I knew you hadn't."

Cigal says so, but normally, Cigal is strong, or too strong, isn't it? I think so.

Besides, I have some questions. She said she wanted to be a magician. Of course she also brushes her magic arms, but there is a question as to whether this was a good idea.

"Sigal wanted to be a magician."

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, but"

"I feel like Cigal's a long way from a pure sorcerer right now, okay?

This is what I've been thinking for a long time. My statement, or after learning about the environment that trains me, Sigal is pretty unscrupulous.

Instead, you can't be this far without being unscrupulous. Dreaming of her own later, she chose to fix the same moves I did.

It's a choice she made herself. I know it's weird to say something anyway, but I was curious.

"It's okay. I found my goal. Because it is important to do so. It's okay."

"Oh well."

A goal. I wonder if that's okay.

"That's a good move. That young lady had the strength to be escorted."

"Mr. Ferrene, are you taking turns?

"Oh, it's a turn. I was going to erase the signs, but were they noticed?"

Yeah, just a little. I knew you were trying to hide. Well, in my case, I detect by magic, so it doesn't matter how much I erase the signs and the dots.

I can't do it without interfering with it by magic.

"You're both possessors of strength that you don't know by appearance. It's been a good experience. Judging people by their pussy, it's going to hurt."

"Haha. I'll take it as a compliment. Then I'll go to bed."

"Oh, good night"

I go into the carriage with a fuzzy stretch. Sigal follows me, too, and sleeps with Inai.

Exactly. I've gotten used to sleeping with you lately. Oh, my God. Sometimes it's a lot worse, but just to the extent that I don't feel weird on these roads.