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

"Keyeyeyee!"

Siveem stuck his finger out, along with the odd noise of the freaky bird Kachi.

"Slow down!"

A piercing hand with spear-like sharpness, "Soak", shallowly blushes the cheeks of a drifting shield that shook his face to the side.

"Hyah, hyoeaaah!

Continuing, a series of fist bullets rolled out at barrage density.

Take it only with your right hand, and it will continue to overpower you.

(-, this, bald)

Siveem doesn't stop. He rolls out his fists with a body twist until he is streamlined, lets his body dance, and quickly beats a storm of punches.

The flow shield triumphs, plays, prevents, and retracts all of it.

What, and Sivim jumped up vertically. Jump about a meter, swirl your body and unleash a kick of the horizontal giraffe. The drift protection is received with the right arm and plays loudly to push it back. For a moment, the distance between the two opened.

"Are you a Rolling Sobat......, ooh!?

Before I could finish, the fireball blushed my cheek and flew away.

After being kicked, Shiveem, who was still out of time, let go.

"Ho, ho, ho"

The bald-headed man, who landed fluttered with a black hem, sounded rhyming.

"... who is it? Kid."

"I know you're saying that you're an ordinary person... but you know me so well, I feel sick."

Tapping lightly, the driftshield analyzes a man named Siveem.

A sophisticated, voidless figure.

This is - martial arts. Martial arts.

Regardless, it would not apply to any genre on the planet. But this man's movement is indisputable, and it must be that of polished martial arts. It captures the Divine Chant "Oracle" there and establishes its own style.

"... you can't do this"

Liquid protection gave up with sigh.

"Hmm? Do you want to surrender? Too bad... it's too late. You die."

Siveem deepens his grin and shows expressions such as pleasure itself.

"Oh yes... if you want to bring the girls in front of the eagle, let's forgive them. You want me to show them the way they're scattered in a special seat?

The drift guard gave up - took off the jacket he was wearing and let him go on the side of the road.

Zdon! and the sound of what I don't think of as clothes, my jacket falling to the ground scatters pieces of cobblestone.

――

With an unexpected face, Siveem gazed at his jacket.

"Er, what is it... a black jail stone is in there."

"What... to?

You couldn't make sense, the assassin turned to shelter,

"-"

So, furthermore, I opened my eyes and I was stunned.

"... I wouldn't be happy if a man saw me physically. Look at my abs, by the way. What do you think? I'm a confident person, but I don't like it when someone tells me it's like a beetle."

Where did the pleasure blow up earlier?

Siveem looked at the boy's body, which had become a thin sheet, and he just had a stunned look on his face.

I can't help it. Stream protection has an unlikely muscle mass in humans in this world. Even though it has faded somewhat, the underlying skeleton is different in the first place. The martial arts savvy Syviem must have understood. The anomaly of the other person's body. of the level - the difference.

"So... I thought it would be impossible to fight you without moving your left hand. I'm sorry, I was being honest."

I felt really bad for Claria when she said, "It's not enough as a handful," etc. Let's keep this quiet, the boy swore to his heart.

Move only the fingers of your right hand and pound. Take the left and right steps.

"Oh, it's been a while. I wear it when I go to bed. Well, you kept me waiting, Osama.... Round Two, Yorosik"

Biri, blue muscle runs on the man's forehead.

"You're a laughing, angry, busy Osama. Stop floating blue on your bald head. It's too dirty to air in the teahouse, Sole."

Even if I didn't know what that meant, I guess I could understand being insulted.

Siveem, who became the face of anger, instantly stuffed his way...

"Yoo-hoo!"

I drove the piercing hand to the face of the shield.

The Divine Chant "Oracle" has a manipulative lineage called physical strengthening.

It was the lineage Siveem specializes in.

A technique that allows the soul and mind "Prarna" to roll around every part of the body and also allows for superhuman movements.

Areas such as hands and feet are not the only ones that can be strengthened. If it was Siveem's strength, it would have strengthened his eyesight and legs at the same time, and even made it possible to flaunt the arrows that flew in at high speeds.

From the sight of Siveem, the boy disappeared.

――――――

The next moment. The world flipped.

"Sister!

Claria rushed to find her sister.

"Sister, are you okay......! … this, is"

Looking around, losing words.

Some melted cobblestone paths, determined ground. In a remote position, the big man fell and fell under a bent street lamp. All of that was telling the story of the intensity of the battle.

"That's my sister. You defeated the assassin."

"Yeah, I can handle it. Great... Claire seems safe too"

"Oh, yes...... I'm fine."

"... um, you know"

Belgrette seems to have guessed that Claria said something.

"... Well, I'm sorry, give me your shoulder, Claire. I still can't get up..."

That's what my sister says to make me laugh bitterly.

"... it's not every laugh anymore. If you get attacked where you're so worn out..."

"Ha. Not yet, neither have I."

Stand up slowly so the two of you can support each other. Walk out.

Claria waits for her next sister to say something.

I should have guessed. Meaning that I'm here. I mean, that boy stopped him.

I should say. Even in such a state of unsatisfactory walking, when I go to help him.

"... then... hurry as fast as you can, back to the castle,"

But Belgrette said so without hesitation.

"What?"

Claria makes more of an unexpected loose voice between us.

"... Sister, um... Lord Aliumi, what?

"Hmm?... hehe. Yeah. Are you worried?

"Chi, no! I'm talking about my sister, so I'm going to help him..."

"Because what you don't need"

One thing: a sunny face with no fine dust or concerns, says Belgrette.

"Lugo is strong. More than Claire thinks."

"Ke, but. Um, the assassin guy who came this way... that's not just him. And Lord Aliumi, shelter me, injure my left arm..."

"Yes... what. How much are you injured?

"I stopped the bleeding. But I can't move my left arm..."

Show me a little thought trick, and still, my sister says.

"Fine. Still, Lugo's better up there. If I'm bad, I guess I'm already done."

Belgrette even shows a troubled grin. Claria felt a little irritated by that too innocent trust. Why can you say all that?

"..., is that right? Then it's fine. Whatever he does, it's none of my business."

"Hehe. Thanks"

"... eh"

Jealousy is seen through, and my sister feels even more embarrassed.

"Besides... it's our sisters they're after"

My sister said the same thing to the boy.

"Because Lugo's stopping us because of it, and if we go, it'll be wasted"

"But... anyway, the reason my sister is being targeted..."

"Ha... I'm not such a perfect person either. Besides, the assassin sleeping there said. 'It's not just resentment that's why people kill people', is it? I totally agree with that."

"Hmmm......"

"Claire, did you have a harvest in Gautendor?

"No. On the contrary, it's the end of being attacked by an assassin. That, too, you two."

"The two of you? Did you two go over there?

That's just what Belgrette said in a hurry.

"Yes, to be precise, I knocked one down... then immediately after I started traveling to join my sister, the other attacked me"

Belgrette sums up her thoughts.

Our own sisters to be targeted. Unusual M.O. of hiring an assassin. And the hands of that assassin.

Royal guards usually spend the day without going outside the castle.

Rather, there are not as many opportunities to go out. Nevertheless, the assassin did not miss the gap between the two of them going out and has definitely carried out the raid.

I'm not supposed to be keeping an eye on whether or not you two are going outside the castle. Whatever it is, it's inefficient.

If so, the enemy would have grasped the behavior of the two in some way.

If, for example, it had been decided to accompany Princess Liliane's 'Adulet' for a long time, like last night, the raid would be easy. Because the date, time and place are also publicly available.

Today, however, it is a total coincidence that Claria and Belgrette went out. I wasn't planning on doing it beforehand.

Claria abruptly said she was going to the city, and as far as Belgrette was concerned (the princess) suddenly wanted to eat the cake, so she went out to buy it.

And the thoroughness that the assassins can be directed against Claria who went out earlier. This will be for a quick and definitive finish.

The accuracy of then also sending assassins against Belgrette, who went out almost suddenly...... But this one, he was alone. Why is this?

Bon Dario was named 'Auzi'.

I know it's the name of the organization to which it belongs, but Belgrette doesn't know an organization with that name. Unfortunately, there are mountains of them, such as assassination groups. I guess it's not that big a bunch.

Then it is also conceivable that only one assassin came against Belgrette simply because he was understaffed.

Leaving it there, the first thing that still bothers me is - I definitely raided the two people who were supposed to have gone out by accident, the handiwork.

"... um... Claire, I want to ask you one thing... you, when you go out..."

"Well, I'm asking you one thing."

"... Gu!

Siveem won't understand. There's a situation where I'm being placed right now.

The shield was instantly dragging the enemy down to the ground, pushing him from the top, and completely "kicking" the joints of his arms.

- Arthroplasty.

Sivime, who should be familiar with martial arts, probably doesn't.

In this world that weighs in on the Divine Chant "Oracle," martial arts is nothing more than "striking moves with hand-to-hand fisting" until you get tired of it. In the end, too, it has gained more power with the Divine Chant "Oracle". There will be a degree of skill in seizing the opponent, but there are no moves such as full-scale joint extremes - and drift protection anticipated in the struggle.

Indeed, Siveem's movements are polished. but it's too honest. In a straight line of motion, only beat the blow.

Lifeguard is also a person who uses a standing technique called karate.

It falls into a category that I don't like either, such as articulation. Besides, my left arm doesn't seem to move properly either. but there was just as much difference in heaven and earth between a person who was not good and a person who did not even know at all.

Ambushed Sivim is desperate to do something about a move that even amateurs can never take off.

"Don't move, just tilt three more centimeters and you'll break it.... What is that unit that hits a centimeter in this world? Well, no. So, I'd like to ask... who are your employers?

…………

The man who stripped his eyes is silent.

"I think it's time for the soldiers to come... and Belle would guess my client from the situation, but I'm not willing to do that. I can't even think about it. That's why I ask you."

"... are you licking assassination operations? The blue kid with the ass."

The drift shield exhaled a shallow sigh of fu...

"It's Temehe who's licking, bald. All right? Just say it once. I'm going to ask." Who's your employer? 'Well, the time limit is two seconds. For each overrun, break one finger. Fold ten bottles and you won't answer. I'll break your neck, die. We don't have time for this. It's gonna be crisp, okay?

"Heh..."

Shiveem laughs, though, at the pale so-called exodus protection.

"Who's the client?

"... Pep"

Siveem spit on the ground and threw it away. Immediately after.

The sound of being, should be.

"Ahhh, Ga, but ahhh!?

The scream went off.

"Ha, ha,"

"Who's the client?

"Oh, shit."

Pepper, ginger, and dry sound.

"Gee, ahhhhhhhhh!

The man's whole body jumps and drools.

"What about the client?

"Oh, shit..."

It sounds like a hand breaking a dead tree.

"Ahhhhh, but ahhh!

"Who is the client?

"Wow, wow, wow, wow! Say, Say, Stop,"

I raised the sound with three bottles.

In the first place, it's the real deal. In a fight in the alley, Lifeguard was trying to crush his opponent's throat and fingers to seal his mouth. The havoc of this hand was familiar.

This boy is not on the side of justice, nor is he a knight who believes in grandeur.

"The drifting cum. Can you kill people?

Dr. Locke's words cross the back of his brain.

I can do it. I can kill you. If it's harmful to the Belgrettes - whoever they are, let them kill them.

... but... to be honest, it was also true that I was relieved.

If Syviem hadn't thrown up so hard... how could he have...?

"... don't make me take the trouble. So? Who? Oh, and finally tell me how many of you are made up of. Say it all."