Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

15. Iron Fist

Chunks of violence.

The drifting shield - bare hands - had grabbed and stopped Drawthrow's right arm, which deserved to be described as so, even shaken down with the sound of a wind cut.

"... this is also a special feature of them. I don't get beat up all the time from the start."

That's why Mia was helpful.

That's why Minette kept getting stuck until she died.

Mishiri...... and. Drawthrow's arm, grabbed in the right hand of the flow shield, emits a blur.

With a clogged sewage meshed dirty scream, Drauthor waves his remaining left arm.

But it was intercepted by a frontal kick, twisting like a dead tree that had broken a hedge.

There was hesitation. They killed Minette and nearly killed Mia.

Still, there was confusion that I was' killing creatures'.

Regardless, there is a pitiful hesitation to kill Draughtrow.

I'm just disgusted with killing creatures.

When I was Minette, I couldn't afford to think about it. Just as a result, Draughtrow didn't die. I didn't stab him to stop sending him to the research department, but if I let him go, he might have breathed back.

If you're willing to protect me. Sure, kill the enemy.

This is such a cruel world.

Stream protection beats away common sense and disgust developed in a country called Japan. I can't go home anymore. If. In this world, fight to live. If there's someone I can help on my own, I'll try to protect them.

- Analogy. Even if the time left is small.

This is the first time I've come to this world.

With a clear intent to kill, a thrust protrudes.

A full force of positive fist thrust combined with the weight and velocity of the shell smudged crushed Drautlaw's head.

The sound of crushing something. The sound of crushing lives.

I don't know. Beating up the contents in a grand way, Drauthrow rolled into the earth.

Streak protection takes a residual action while undoubtedly preceded by a deadly black grudge demon.

"- First, one"

I heard a cheer.

Turning around, the students are waving through the upstairs window.

Thumbs up and responds, and drift protection walks out.

The battle to survive in this world begins.

"- Mmm."

When Mia opened her eyes, there was Belgrette's face peeking into herself worried.

"Mi...... a?

"... um... what the hell, Belle - wow!

Contrary to usual, Mia was more embraced by Belgrette.

"Good..., I'm so glad... eh"

"Wow, what the hell, Belle... ah"

So the girl remembers.

"Well, I..."

"... good.... Are you okay? Mia."

Lenore, who was always faceless, spoke gently with a soothing expression.

"Yeah! Not at all anymore......, get away?

Belgrette gently embraced the fluttering Mia. Like a treasure.

"Silly, you're not unscrupulous. The wounds are blocked, but there's not enough blood."

So the twitching of the other students happened.

"This is...! What the hell..."

"Report from Enemy Rep! The number of Drawthrows is… decreasing with great momentum! Twenty... nineteen..., wow, this is what I mean!

If the girl developing Oracle, the enemy's divine chant, screams with excitement, there will be joy for the students around her - signs of hope will spread.

"Lugo......!

Bergrette whines about the name of the boy who would be reducing the number of grudges.

"... maybe that guy can really do something about it"

Even Lenore, who doesn't always put his emotions on the table, had heat in his voice.

"Lugo, kun......"

Mia wasn't supposed to be conscious, but I felt like she remembered faintly.

He held himself and looked like a drifting guardian who was desperately running.

"... umm"

For some reason, I felt my cheeks get hot.

"- Yes, right now."

Bergrette works quickly, spinning the divine chant of communication, Oracle.

"Leaver, this is Belgrette!

"Right, sister? Are you all right, sister!

From the ripples that floated in the air, the disturbed voice of Claria echoed.

"It's okay somehow, so far....... more claire than that. I need you to send troops to the forest near the border north of the college as soon as possible. That's the best you can do."

"Huh? Not the college, is it?

"You just applied for Silver Legion Squad Silverios over here. Looking at the example draughtrow material, there's something really bothering me."

'So, but. At a time like this?

"Yeah. Rather, this is the time... All right, Claire, listen up. Draughtrow, who's attacking the college right now, is probably..."

It was that moment.

"Huh...!? This reaction... nearby..., I'm coming!

When the girl in charge of the enemy screamed, almost simultaneously.

An awesome crushing noise sounded.

Breaking through the upstairs windowsill, jumping in is a black alien.

Drauthrow swung his short legs and long arms while maintaining and landing an exquisite equilibrium like a pendulum. Finally, I see a grudging demon breaking into the dining room, and the students scream.

"Hey, sis! What noise! Sister!

"Sorry Claire! This one's fine, just get the troops, please!

Without waiting for a reply, Belgrette cut the communication. Now for the offense, start chanting.

"Aliumi's working hard. One or so... I don't know what to do"

Digos summons a thunder stick in his hand.

"I agree."

Belgrette summons a sword of water.

"... yeah"

Lenore wraps a blizzard around himself.

"Leading the way! Must win. Ooh!

Mia struck a thunderstorm at Draughtrow without getting up.

But the grudge demon does not make it slight, but turns his face toward Mia.

"... Oh, that?

"Ahhhhhhh!

Bergrette was slashed to fill that gap.

"Ha... ha... ha!

The girl was already at her limit. I'm out of breath, my knees are screaming.

I didn't know what was going on in the first place.

I was walking around the school building with a relaxed idea of what to do on this Sabbath, and all of a sudden, a black grudge demon appeared. Even though the college naturally depends on the exorcism of the Divine Chant, Oracle. Wrong, therefore, there can be no such thing as a grudge demon showing up. I didn't really know what that meant.

"... no more, no more"

My throat was dry. I can't run anymore.

In an attempt to hide, enter a nearby first-floor classroom.

――――――

Drauthor was in the classroom. I'm looking out the window at what the hell is a joke.

A black grudge demon who realizes a girl has come in and looks back and even smiles. It was like we were even meeting up. It was disgusting.

No more. Done.

The moment I thought so, a fireball that flew through the girl's side struck straight at Draughtrow.

"Don't be a jerk! Over here!"

Edvin pulls the hand of a shuddering girl.

"Ah."

"I knew he was still out there late. The guys in the school building are evacuating to the big conference room upstairs! Run!"

"Ugh, yeah -"

At that moment, air leaked out of Edvin's lungs.

"Oh, is... Huh?

He bends and collapses without force.

"Huh...?

The girl is just confused without knowing what happened.

Of course...... and. Something rolled off Edvin's back. It's - green stone.

"Oops..., this, ha"

- Sound ore.

A stone of sound preserving nature, which Drauthor uses to 'record' how the hunt is. As Edvin slowly looked back in pain, there was a figure of Drauthor nestled with his elongated hand pomming the stone.

"Ya, lo...... u......"

I threw a stone in return for the fireball earlier. At the same time Edvin figured it out, the grudge demon swings - another thing, throws a stone.

It sounded dull.

He made a red splash from his head, and the girl fell and lay down like a doll with a broken thread.

――――――――――

What. What is it? Why would you...

"Temee aeaaaaaaaaaa!"

A ball of fire was born in Edvin's hands.

The moment I shook around trying to tap it, my fingers broke. into sight - fingers ignoring joints and green stones.

A fireball that ends in underdevelopment disappears without power on the spot.

The scream of 'Mad Dog', who held down his shattered finger, burst into the hallway.

Is this the reality? Before an overwhelming monster, just ravaged.

Simple everywhere, and that's why it's easy to understand weak predators.

But you can't lose. It's just not easy to lose. You stabbed me wrong. But I'll kill you!

Bite his teeth just smashing, and Edvin wakes up.

So, I saw it.

Even more than its overwhelming resentment demons, the ultimate weak meat eater.

Something flew in from the outside, bouncing Draughtrow's head off. That's all it took.

The monster, who collapsed after a spin as if he were dancing in the ring dance song Rondo, doesn't even move pickly.

Edvin glances out the window.

Outside the school building, in the corner of the sprawling green lawn. A few days ago, there was a boy standing there who had lightly defeated himself. Put a stone in its palm.

... Just kidding, you idiot. Do you think Omei's stones are stronger than mine? How legendary are you going to make it?

"Uhhh..."

The girl who was falling spoke faintly. Still alive.

In his own pain, Edvin held her up.

If you look out the window, the boy has his thumb up. Edvin returns the same with his safe hand.

"Damn, we have to go now... Ever!

Kakong, and. Kicking one of the sound ore rolled at his feet, Edvin ran out with the girl in his arms.

The boy out the window also walked away looking for his next enemy.

- So no one heard me.

'Recorded contents', generated by sounding ore.

No one realizes that record, which flows by Edvin kicking in and hitting a hard wall in the school building.

Overwhelming destructive sound.

Dozens of scale - draughtrow screams, caused by that winding.

recorded in the past. That was echoing the deserted hallway.

A black grudge demon waves his long right arm out.

The drift shield didn't stop with a head slip, slamming his right fist into Drawthrow's face.

The fist trajectories of both sides draw a cross - a cross counter.

The monster knelt gaggling like he had stopped power, fronting and falling in. Twitching...... and the red and black blood buildup spreads.

Ten.

Liquid protection counts out loud.

Running out looking for the next enemy, a dark remnant immediately descended.

A sudden raid of draughtrow that was on the tree. Liquid shield flaunts it with a single piece of paper and intercepts it with an upper turning kick. Like a kicked out ball, he bounced the ground for two or three meters, and Drautlaw threw out his long arms and rolled.

Slap the foot knife into the face of the black resentful demon trying to get up without any hesitation.

Confirmed completely dead, the karate family walks out.

What is it? A stepped foot made a wet noise and left a red mark on the earth.

"Eleven"

In this phase, is it also called skill?

Stream protection did not even bear one of the wounds while finishing the ten integral draught lows.

Having spent less than a week in this world, my body is adapting.

Initially it felt like it was swinging to weak gravity, but I was finally used to swinging heavy muscle strength in this light world.

"Uh-oh!

Screams heard from the side of the school building.

Rushing, there was just a boy student about to be attacked by a draughtlow.

Number of black anomalies, five bodies.

Lifeguard threw the stone he had. Slightly lacking in force when it comes to 'throwing stones', 'throwing stones' is a fine means of attack. Rolling out of the arms of drift protection in this world, it had no longer reached the realm of weapons.

With a stone throw to draw attention, the whole thing makes its head bounce and roll.

thereby changing the target to drift protection, with the remaining four bodies attacking one after the other. That serial strike - sneak, flush, scratch.

Did you also forget that you had been attacked until earlier, when the boy student just stared at the sight with his back slipped?

- How much time would have passed.

Clear, clear blue skies, quiet day learning quarters.

Drifting shelter walks alone through the courtyard where no sign of a creature can be felt at all.

Beneath the rising walls.

The drift shield, which confirms the black shadow, is silent, faceless and approaching.

Drauthor gave a slight glimpse of herself.

He defeated many of his compatriots, and I guess he finally realized it.

Absolutely, he said he couldn't win.

The ferocious and brutal black resentment demon turned his back and ran out in front of a human being who was only supposed to be hunted.

Liquid protection is a colorless eye, just staring at how it is.

That's right.