Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

The relentless crossing between the ice columns, it winds up white mist indoors, covering the shadows of the black coat in a cold storm.

I think the ice column ejection speed was loosely over what I saw in the alley, and from Subaru's common sense, it was beating out the ball speed that could only be seen in the game, above the major grade.

Sharp tip It will penetrate the human body easily and dye the clear warhead red with blood.

That's actually twenty. If you hit it, you won't be spared that death. Yet,

"Did you do it?!?

"Yes, I got a dozen bad flags in here -!!"

You kept your silence so far, bald head with your mouth pinched at a pivotal time.

As I echo Subaru's cry against it,

"- Be prepared. It was heavy and I hated it, but I wore it and got it right."

Elsa was popping out making sure to cut white smoke and leap her black hair.

I don't see any injuries on that body that wields a kukli knife and steps gently. Other than taking off the black coat that was woven with feathers and only the black outfit that fits the skin beneath it, I see no difference from earlier.

"No way, the coat itself is heavy, a development that feels lighter by taking it off!?

"That's funny too, but the facts are simpler things. - My coat was knitted only once, with a demon-paying formula. You've saved my life."

Carefully responding to Subaru's concerns, Elsa fronts the blade from a low position.

Standing there is a fake satire who has just unleashed his grand moves.

The blade attempts to stick the weighted tip straight into the girl's chest. Subaru, who is about to speak up unexpectedly. Before it takes shape,

"Not to lick the user of spiritual art. When you turn to the enemy, you're afraid."

Multiple expanded ice shields had easily stopped Elsa's blade.

Fake satire holding hands together in front of your chest. The ice shield will be at her disposal. And Elsa, stopped by a blow, immediately dodged back with a buck turn.

Standing on the ground following it is a streak of ice columns slightly smaller in size.

Your pursuit is directly next to your silver hair, by the pack waving your arms like a conductor.

"The division of roles between offense and defense - essentially, a two-on-one situation."

"It's not like I'm a spiritual troublemaker. One attacked, one defended. In some cases, one buys time with simple magic and the other lets go of the big moves...... I can do anything." When you meet a spiritual user, throw your weapon and wallet and run away. "

Next to the admiring Subaru, Grandpa Rom squeaks heavily gripping the stick.

I nod honestly at that statement. I see, that advantage would be absolute under one-on-one circumstances. That's right. It can't be broken.

"By the way, what's Grandpa trying to do?

"Look at the desk and give the elf's daughter a helper knife. I think he'll understand better."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Stop it! Absolutely, because I'm just gonna pull my leg! They cut off my right arm and my neck. It's my fault, jizz!

"Don't expect a concrete loss! I feel really cut for some reason!

In fact, a true statement because I've seen it cut twice or so.

Grandpa Rom, who holds his arm and neck down, seriously hated it when it conveyed that he had been bashed in another dimension.

In the midst of such exchanges, the fighting continues.

On the other hand, he whispered lightly about Grandpa Rom, and there was an undiscovered battle that interrupted him as a fact.

- Countless ice cubes are created one after the other, rambling indoors endlessly.

They vary in size, the larger ones are as big as the head, and even the smaller ones are fist-sized. All of which fly around at a rate that is not significantly different from full throwing, so the danger is extrapolated.

but there was no such thing as Elsa's self in the realm of interrogation when she lost her demon-paying coat while she lay herself in such ice violence.

Turn yourself around, lay down like crawling on the ground, and sometimes even scaffold walls to take evasive actions that ignore gravity. If you still decide you can't avoid it, the shimmering blade will crush the ice, grind the white crystals and mist them. It's an overwhelming technique that compensates for the quantity.

"You're used to fighting, even though you're a girl"

Its divinity, I can only describe it as, admire even the pack attacking.

To the whine, Elsa flashed her lips while in the whirlpool of battle.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've been treated like a girl."

"From what I can tell, they're mostly like babies. Still, you're pitifully strong, aren't you?"

"It's horrible to be praised by the Spirit."

While I honestly rejoice in the praise, I strike down the ice cubes surrounded by a razor blade.

The number of ice fired should already be close to a hundred, but with the exception of the first siege net, there is not one that reached Elsa directly.

The offense is being pushed by the pack by the quantity, but it was true that it lacked a decision hit.

"If you stay like this, you're gonna lose your MP, aren't you?

Imagine the development in which the offense will be replaced, Subaru complains of a disadvantage that will be a long-term battle.

But it's Grandpa Rom who shook his head sideways with such anxiety.

"I don't know what Eumpi and I are, but I don't need to worry about running out of mana in the Battle of the Spirit."

"Don't worry about running out of mana..."

"Unlike wizards, spirituals use it not in themselves, but in the mana that's out there. Unless the world is depleted, there will be no bullet runs out on spiritual users."

"Unlimited petrol and all-you-can-blow engine? What a cheat."

He didn't seem to understand any of Subaru's answers, and Grandpa Rom twists his neck.

The old body as it is at that angle is prefixed with "just,"

"It's not about how long the Spirit can manifest itself. Without spirits, the situation may tip at once."

"Ugh, no, that's right.... Time to go around 5: 00 or something!?

The first time Pack slept in the world, it should have been around the time he stood a little from sunset.

Not so much time has passed since the start of the battle in the evening, but if you let this much magic fight happen, you will be using the accumulated Mana and Yara in a grand way.

Such Subaru anxiety is

"Oh, shit. I'm getting a little sleepy. Instead, I was fighting while I slept a bit now"

"Hey Pack! Good job."

"... Ha! I'm not asleep! I'm not asleep! I haven't slept at all!

"Something's awesome. I get anxious whispering. I'm not interacting!?

I hear it's been centered.

The rushing colors can also be seen from the look on the face of the girl who puts the kitten on her shoulder, whether the pack has become a lot more relaxed.

"It's been fun, though. I can't believe I'm here."

"It's a tough spot for a male. Girls don't let me sleep better. But look, it's bad for your skin when you stay up late."

Turn your knees gently and Elsa takes the leap.

Prior to that, Puck said cleverly winking at the tip of her gaze.

"Shall we pull the curtain? You're tired of the same act, aren't you?

- My leg.

The moment I tried to step out, Elsa made sure to stick to the spot and get her hands on it.

Subaru is surprised by her incredible mistake. There is an answer to the fall under her feet.

Elsa's foot, her right foot, is sewn on the frozen floor.

Crushed ice cubes descend slightly, acting as a wedge that tangles her legs.

"I wasn't hanging around aimlessly, was I?

"... does that mean they did it?

"I thought it was a different season, and I thought you could praise me honestly. Oyasmi."

Tighten your chest and the little body of the pack sways into small pieces over the girl's shoulder.

Posing as if even a special attack were to be unleashed, both hands protruding forward, from which the greatest magic ever concentrated - it also seemed Subaru to be irradiated.

The magical power no longer put together the shape of ice, but was just fired as an energy of pure destruction.

The blue and white light freezes everything on the ray and dyes the stolen goods collection white in one piece.

The energy passes through Elsa in a straight line and hits the entrance to the stolen goods collection, bouncing off poorly erected doors, for the first time out of standard with the aftermath of the freeze.

After the passing of the extreme light, only the ice freeze remains, and the stolen goods, the household goods and the counter are all tossed together into the root-frozen soil.

Of course, even humans are inevitable ice statues if they take a direct hit.

However -,

"Lies, you know..."

"I'm not lying. Oh, nice. I thought you were dead."

If you're taking a direct hit, we're talking about.

"... I'm a girl, so I'm not impressed with that"

A pack in the shape of a hand that has been diverted from his wife, but that word does not contain more anger than the verbal aspect, etc. Purely a tone of dissatisfaction with the act itself.

- The blood dripped and Subaru also seemed to have slight hot air standing on the frozen floor.

The source of the blood is Elsa's right leg. Slightly away from the frozen magic rays, she stands barefoot and sees a tremendous bleeding from her right leg.

That would be natural. Anyway, the bottom of her right leg is just shredded.

"I almost chopped him off early, but he was in danger."

"That would be enough, it would hurt."

"Yeah, right. Ouch. Nice. Something that feels alive. And..."

Nodding in a trance at the words of a carefree pack, Elsa lifts its bleeding leg and without hesitation pushes her soles against the ice cubes right next to her.

The sound of the atmosphere cracking, "Uh-huh," Elsa plays a glossy voice, and shortly afterwards a wiggling kukli knife strokes the surface of the ice cube.

That's it, the abusive hemostasis with some of the ice on the soles of your feet is complete.

"It's a little hard to move, but it's enough."

Sound the hard footsteps and Elsa laughs with such joy in her ice shoes.

I don't even want to hurt myself. For the first time in combat addiction, Subaru no longer speaks, but even more serious were the fake satyrs who are relative to her.

"Pack, can we go?

"Sorry, I'm awesome sleepy. It took a little licking. I'm gonna run out of mana and disappear."

Puck answering the girl's whine, the first time the room was gone from that voice.

Next to the silver hair, the kitten on the shoulder - its figure shimmers pale and blurred, wandering so briskly that it seems to disappear now. Out of time, that is.

"We'll do something about the rest over here, so rest now. Thanks."

"If anything happens to you, I will obey my covenant. - If you have to, squeeze out the odds, but call me."

The body of the pack disappears misty on the sieve so that it is pushed by the voice of the benevolent false satire.

Everyone in the room regretted the departure, but among other things, I dropped my shoulders on the matter for a moment.

"- Oh, they're gone. That's terrible. That's a shame."

Exactly, it would have been Elsa playing a life match.

Reassembling the Kukli knife, Elsa makes a high shoe noise and heads to False Satella.

Around the fake satire facing each other, ice columns are created one after the other to respond to it, but the number of hands is a lot less than what the pack has unleashed.

Even if Elsa was the opponent with shredded mobility, the odds would have been pulled back to quintiles.

"It's time, you can't just watch."

You saw the situation as unfavourable, it was Grandpa Rom who grabbed the stick and raised his heavy hips.

He shrugged his shoulders when he received a silent Subaru gaze,

"I don't know the odds of winning without an acceleration anymore. Then you don't just miss the opportunity to watch it in silence.... you know, Felt."

"I know. Run away, it's time to move."

From the first Elsa intimidation to this point, Felt didn't speak a word.

Apparently she's ready for battle. When she lined up next to Grandpa Rom, she looked at Subaru.

"What was that earlier... hey, saved"

"- Ah?"

"Just a little bit, though. Don't call me a kid or something. Atashi is still fifteen. You're almost the same as your brother."

"... I'm eighteen this year. If we can get in the car, we can get married."

"I don't see it! Your face is too kid. Carve some more life, on the surface."

On top of the hikikomori, I've lived without much ups and downs in my life so far.

Because I also feel that the current situation is too rich in ups and downs by half.

Subaru just has to watch the two ready to watch the battlefield.

Probably the least combative person in the world. If the only thing that's missing is combat power. Still,

"My legs shake and I don't move.... I'm not even ready."

With pre-eligibility issues, Subaru can't get involved in this fight.

Grandpa Rom is an arm, Felt is a leg, and False Satella can come to battle with that magical power. But Elsa's anomalies outweigh them all.

Now...

"They started pushing me."

Grandpa Rom's feelings are everything.

The barrage of ice continues to be shot uninterrupted, but all of them are smashed before Elsa's sword dance to reach them.

Elsa's slaughter, which flies like dancing, is prevented by an ice shield interrupting the attack, and the ensuing serial strike is shunned by a slip of paper that freezes underfoot.

If the distance is apart, the barrage will allow the attack to change in again, but it can't be the kind of opponent that such a hand passes over and over again.

The next time that fang approaches her, Subaru will see a sight he doesn't want to see again.

"Let's go - heh!

You must have imagined the same as Subaru, roaring and Grandpa Rom joining the front.

A swinging stick swung through the austere wind, slightly wrapping around Elsa's back hair, bent and avoided, spreading the end of the battle.

"Oh, I wonder if it's impeccable to go sideways to a dance."

"If you want to dance so badly, I'll make you jump the best dance ever! Sora, climax!

Stick out a thorny stick and change the range of attack from line to point.

The odd attack proceeded towards Elsa's throat, with the result that Grandpa Rom's throat freezes.

"What, well!!

"Because you're powerful, you could have done this."

There is the tip of the stick protruded, Elsa with her toes lightly on there.

There is a divine sense of balance in the subtle power relationship, which is the first light industry to be established. Before that exquisite equilibrium breaks down, Elsa's blade swings directly to the side.

The position is the height of Grandpa Rom's temples, and the direct hit is the momentum of his head blowing away as it is.

"Let it go!

It was a small knife that was thrown.

The blade moves slightly disturbed by the impact from directly below, and the belly of the torso hits the head of the giant while remaining at high speed. The blunt sound of steel striking the bones sounded and Grandpa Rom's body was overthrown to be bounced.

"Bad boy."

"-"

Landing gently, Elsa looked back at Felt with only her gaze.

It was the small knife Felt had that saved Grandpa Rom from the blade of fatality. I suppose I was supposed to aim for my arm, but the aim was sweet because of something like that.

Rather, in this case, it could barely have saved Grandpa Rom's life.

"I am neither prepared nor able to fight. If it was at least in the corner of the room, it should have been smaller."

The sound of stepping in is high, and Elsa's black shadow slips in an instant into front of Felt's eyes.

Grandpa Rom was hit in the head and passed out, and Fake Satella was distancing himself out back and in a long time. And Felt couldn't move in a frog state stared at by a snake,

"Yes I would. Huh!!

There was only one fright that was shrinking right beside me that could fly across its tiny body.