The God has moved to another world.

Its reptile silhouette was more like an ape than a lizard.

It would be easy to understand when it comes to gorillas.

Forefoot that is thick and reaches the ground and develops in a way that you can call it a hand.

Though short, fat, developed hind legs like the trees.

The tail appears to be degenerative and the glutes are tightly rounded.

That look of knuckle walking with both fists on the ground was just like a gorilla.

Walk bipedally from time to time. That's why it's called a dragon.

That is due in large part to the unlikely strong scales in mammals and their facades.

Green scales that cover the entire body without blemishes.

A developed jaw, like a vicious carnivorous dinosaur.

In addition to their characteristics, large, often described as bat-like, coated wings grown on their backs.

That figure, which rocks its gigantic body to reach as much as 10 m long, was exactly what the name of the king dragon deserved.

The name of this dragon is "Cortesecca".

It's an obsolete word, meaning "arm with scales".

There was nothing left to speak the word, but only its name remained.

That means this dragon has been famous for a long time.

The reason why dragon species become famous is largely due to their fighting power.

Nor did this Cortesecca leak into the example.

Easily wields Wyburn's neck.

A brace that wipes out giant rocks easily.

Strong scales bouncing back the barista's direct hit.

And the actual record of devastating a squadron in a certain country.

If only in size, there are several dragon species that exceed 30 m.

But far more than those, this Cortesecca was feared.

It's a horrible dragon with just enough strength to be feared.

"It's not your fault, it's yours."

Mizuhiko watched Cortesecca walking in front of her, saying terribly rude things about the dragon, also known as the Emperor of Scaled Arms.

My distance is probably about 40 meters.

Its appearance across the street is precisely the marvel of nature itself.

Mizuhiko found this dragon when it slipped out of the mountain.

Sandwiched between the left and right by a plain forest, this is apparently a good feeding ground for Cortesecca.

I would feel a serpent's style or somewhere in awe of that figure walking slowly, normally.

But Mizuhiko was different.

"It's ours, and it's a sawdust. Thanks to this ridge."

Picking up a nearby fist-big stone, he swings it wide.

"Hmm."

Mizuhiko threw stones, often with the voice of a moody mood.

I threw it away, but the momentum is tremendous.

It flew almost parallel to the ground and struck directly at the flank of Cortesecca to be sucked in.

A blunt, loud noise sounds, the stone crumbles and flies apart.

But Cortesecca doesn't look damaged.

When he looked at the stone spot as if it had hit even the pebble, he turned to Mizuhiko.

Cortesecca's gaze meets that of Mizuhiko.

In the sky, there was still a full moon.

There is still time until dawn.

When Mizuhiko lifts the edge of her mouth, she attaches both hands to the knife pattern she was in charge of.

"If you get rid of Mount Ioli, you'll remember. Though I was still alive."

It was not the words of Haibara and Nakahara that came out with their mouths.

Mizuhiko openly puts her face to the leaked Japanese by accident.

Mizuhiko's memories were given from the red sheath, born and raised in Japan, and she also generally used Japanese when thinking about things.

But Mizuhiko also knew well that he no longer needed that Japanese language.

What we need is the words "Haibara and Nakahara", and Japanese is not fluent or helpful.

When Mizuhiko bent her one-handed finger in a scratch, she moved it toward Cortesecca and showed it to her.

"Call me, thanks to this riddle."

Did you hear that voice?

Cortesecca raised a low, earthy roar.

On a straight stretching street, Cortesecca and Mizuhiko stared directly in front of each other.

He was Cortesecca, who greatly surpassed Mizuhiko in his physique, but he never suddenly jumped.

Wildlife doesn't like to get hurt.

I will not storm Mizuhiko, who has a sword, without darkness.

This Cortesecca had fought humans and knew about the weapons he said swords and spears.

If you go into mischief, you can also feel painful.

Nevertheless, the scales of Cortesecca cannot be damaged by a coarse or ordinary sword.

He's such a tough, strong body.

Still, I've never been cautious.

For wildlife, a few injuries and scratches can be lifesaving.

You have to behave carefully with any prey.

Cortesecca did not see Mizuhiko as a weak prey because he was a small opponent.

His high ability as a dragon sensed a huge mass of power in Mizuhiko.

It would be a tough opponent.

With that in mind, Cortesecca did not intend to abandon this prey.

He was strong, thinking that he might be eaten if he took a step wrong, but also had a feeling similar to a certain certainty made him abandon the option of leaving here.

"I can't make it without eating this prey. There are good things to eat."

Cortesecca is not a highly intelligent dragon.

Among dragons that sometimes have superior intelligence than humans, you can know it as the bottom line.

But no, that's why I had a strong wild feeling.

That feeling is crying out for Mizuhiko to eat.

Mizuhiko is made of miraculous water whose whole body is created by God.

If you drink it, you can heal the wounds and gain great strength.

Cortesecca was capturing it with a wild sense of smell.

Cortesecca lifts arms to chest height and creates a grip.

This posture, which allows you to wave down your tough fists many times, is a convenient one to beat someone shorter than yourself.

For Cortesecca, who boasts a proud arm, it is also a special occasion.

As if it were a samurai's sledgefoot, Cortesecca began to make slight contact with Mizuhiko.

Huge body pressures are unusual.

All the more so if that's a monster you've never even seen.

But Mizuhiko looked at Cortesecca, who was not flirting.

From the raised muscles, it is easy to imagine that the force would be strong.

That scale that played the stone couldn't be tough.

Probably where they cut off their bodies and arms, they won't do much damage.

Even if you cut the scales, it's thick meat underneath.

Fat or muscle, but you still can't expect damage.

Then there's one thing to aim for.

Dropping your neck.

Any monster should be able to kill him if he drops his neck.

If you can't cut off your neck and defeat it, that's no longer a big grudge.

It's not your turn, it's what Reaper does.

Yes, Mizuhiko thought.

Then the only thing I'm after is one neck.

You don't have to try to do damage anywhere else.

Cortesecca is a giant, but because it is shaped like a person, or his neck is not so thick.

Even the knife was thick enough to be fatally injured.

I wish I could slaughter it.

Cortesecca, who was in a stirring and intermission, rang loud and attacked Mizuhiko all at once.

The fist waved down is taken precisely where Mizuhiko is.

Of course, it is not Mizuhiko who will be crushed as he is.

Faster than his fist is swinging down, he kicks the ground and slips into Cortesecca's foot.

If you lower your body and jump in, you can creep under your floating body with the momentum of the assault.

Because he had originally intended to do so, Mizuhiko immediately turned to attack.

The moment I hit the ground, I swung the knife in my hand up diagonally from my foot.

The aim is Cortesecca's tibia.

Fist each other with a clip and cut it as you jump in.

It's a basic kind of move to fight big things, but it can't be a big deal to see out of time.

It would still be easier to avoid trucks coming in front of you.

The sworn knife struck directly at the tibia of Cortesecca, aimlessly.

But.

The blade was bounced back onto the scales and stayed just to ring something like a tall metal sound.

"Shit!"

Distorted expression, one tongue punch.

I just wanted to slash him again, but I can't even stop.

With his tight fist avoided, Cortesecca swung his remaining fist off the ground.

Mizuhiko jumps to throw her body on the ground, shaping just like a back fist.

Cortesecca's fist cuts off the universe with a roar as if it had swung through a great tree.

In fact, the thickness of the arms is no different than that of the whole.

While rolling several times on the ground, Mizuhiko managed to get her hands to the ground and regain her position.

But by then, Cortesecca will be moving on to the next attack.

Mizuhiko can't hide her surprise at the speed of motion unmatched by the giant.

Did it become a hassle to set a goal, Cortesecca waved both fists down to the ground.

It was a fist dropped from shoulder height, but its power crushes the rock exactly as well.

Mizuhiko, staring at it as easier to avoid than earlier, tried to leap to the side and jump back into her nostalgia.

But it didn't go so well.

Cortesecca's fist, which slammed the ground, jumped the earth around him like a meteorite.

Beaten by soil and pebbles like a light explosion, Mizuhiko was gently rolled to the ground.

In this condition, I can't use my legs.

If you can't use your legs, then naturally an attack is inevitable.

Not good.

In Mizuhiko's head, such a word comes to mind.

Cortesecca swung her arm forcefully to the side just after she shook it down.

The bargain handed down to the fist is one that did slap the meat.

If I turned my gaze, I could really see my opponent jumping around a little bit.

It was a blow that seemed like meat would be dispersed if it did poorly, but Cortesecca was intuitive and knew that this opponent could not be defeated without about that.

He opens his mouth wide and breathes in to further chase Mizuhiko, who blew up dozens of meters.

When I raised an unusually high squeal, I found that a mass of force was created in the area in front of my mouth.

Cortesecca turns consciousness to its mass, making the ringing louder and louder.

The mass of force grew larger so that it could be fished by it, swelling up to the same size as Cortesecca's head.

It emits a blue and white light, and then taps into a loud bang.

For a moment, as if bounced, a mass of power flew towards Mizuhiko.

A mass of force, the "brace" of Cortesecca, strikes directly at Mizuhiko, who falls to the ground and tries to rise.

The packed energy opened up at once on Mizuhiko.

A blast with enormous heat rips away the surrounding trees and soil, literally causing a massive explosion.

An explosion that cut through the silence of the night echoed into the woods.

Mizuhiko was thinking in a blast that would tear his whole body apart.

Even if we keep up with each other, we can win.

I didn't tear the other body apart because Mizuhiko hasn't been able to be my current body yet.

In fact, the moment I wave the knife, I feel strange uncomfortable.

It feels as if he was waving a wooden knife under the guidance of his father, who was still a swordsman.

Most of all, it's a memory of the red sheath.

If we slash each other a little more, we'll catch our senses.

Growing up in battle, rather than feeling will come back.

Yes, Mizuhiko was sure, and in fact, that was true.

But that would take too long.

This ridge is very strong and worthy of the name of the dragon.

You can win, you can win, but as it is, the damage could even be done to that village.

That's the end of the line.

I don't get knocked down by a blast or blow like this, but the people around me don't.

I thought it would be just fine to get used to my body, but apparently it wasn't a good time and place with them.

Mizuhiko decided to go out to the means she didn't want to take, biting her inner teeth.

"Hey, Akasaya"

In my heart, I give my voice to the God who created me.

The reply came right back.

"Yes?"

"Me."

"Yes, sir."

That's all the conversation we had, enough for you.

Obstacles, well, this would be a good choice now.

It was based on my memories, and until now I had seen and heard the same things as myself.

And even if it's the red sheath that moves it, the body belongs to Mizuhiko.

Should I hit my hand around it?

Yes, Mizuhiko thought.

"Oh man. Well, no injuries."

Yeah, well, slap the patties and the body.

biological, even though it is a chunk of water, it seems like it has been a long time since I gained a real body, and the red sheath snarled my neck.

The sensations of Mizuhiko and the red sheath are partly connected.

If that connection is made temporarily stronger, the red sheath can "use" Mizuhiko's body.

In the crater made by the braces of Cortesecca, the red sheath looked around at his body.

The body, temporarily borrowed from Mizuhiko, was aligned with the red sheath or took on a lifetime appearance.

On worn clothes, eyes sharp enough for the child to escape.

Even if it's the way it was in my lifetime, it's the same as it is today, when I'm a god.

Cortesecca is tilting her neck when she realizes that her opponent's condition has changed.

The red sheath gives a bitter smile to the mortal movement.

"Well, I don't think it's powerful anymore. Give me a break, will you?

Saying, the red sheath shifts his eyes to the sword he has.

I frowned and approached my face, leaking a sigh.

"You can't cut this. I might snap. The flow of power is too rough to be like a stick."

The red sheath moves his arm to stroke the surface as he hands against the knife.

Though there is no change in appearance, things like air where the sword clumps together change in an instant.

"Well, can we get it done quickly"

The red sheath slipped out of the crater in a light jogging manner as he put it on his shoulder to take on the knife.

The battle was over in no time.

Cortesecca stormed vigorously against the red sheath, which was stopping out of the crater.

Shake your fist up, smash it and shake it down.

The red sheath stayed motionless until my fist touched the tip of my head.

But my fist never touched the red sheath.

Try to twist yourself and jump obliquely forward, turning your fists.

The sword of the red sheath, which also rolls using a blast whose fists slapped the ground, had drawn a slight red muscle.

At the moment when the fist was scratched with a piece of paper, he was severing Cortesecca's pinky finger.

The moment he slapped the ground, Cortesecca unwittingly solidified herself to the severe pain that struck her arm.

You wouldn't think your fingers were severed.

Now the pain strikes my leg at that moment when I let my arms jump up with a scream similar to scream.

The red sheath that returned the blemishes severed Cortesecca's, humanly known, Achilles tendon.

Not surprisingly, Cortesecca falls on the sidelines.

The giant that twists through the stuffy body becomes the murder weapon by itself.

If you're a human being, you can't even get close.

Still, there are things that see through the movement.

The red sheath was aimed at a certain point, while maintaining a position that was not distant from the body that burst as far as it could.

That's right.

neck.

Applying a large swinging force, the red sheath swung down the knife.

In front of the exhausted Cortesecca, Mizuhiko was unhappy with the blade's bare gesture.

It doesn't seem to be a very satisfying way to shake it, and the wrinkles between my brows get deeper and deeper.

"So the knife is bad, too. Because you are a mess. You shouldn't try to make it yourself."

Mizuhiko still snorts in dissatisfaction at the words of the red sheath that echoes in her head.

The bareback, which began until the end of Cortesecca's blood drainage, was sometime coached by the red sheath.

"But how do you carry all this stuff?

I guess you're talking about Cortesecca.

It was only words, but I feel a strange consciousness, and Mizuhiko answers as normal.

"I'll bring it to you"

"To?"

It was a conversation in a mindset where I couldn't see my face, but it was a word that somehow saw the look of the red sheath taken away.