The God has moved to another world.

Boger, the guild leader, is always busy.

There are numerous matters that cannot be decided without him, such as negotiations with the State and the determination of the price of magic sales.

From a standpoint, he often had to go on the spot himself, and it was rare that he stayed in Einfarble for a long time.

Even now, we have just returned to Alliance headquarters on a charter flight, and in twelve hours we will be flying to another continent.

I came back here to attend the meeting.

There was still time before the meeting began, but in the meantime there are also documents that have to be processed, etc. like mountains.

On his desk a few days swinging, Boger sighed as he fingered between his eyebrows.

"Oh, boy. You're too old for that."

To such Boger's words, the winged man standing in front of the desk leaked a bitter laugh.

Looking spectacular, he was the guild master of the Einfarble Adventurers Guild.

It is at the headquarters of the Alliance in Einfarble, but it is also naturally necessary to act as a normal Alliance.

The head of that "normal guild" is this winged man, the guild master.

"If you're an old man, I'm an old man too. But thanks to you, I'm not connected to that kind of dialogue."

"Whoa. You're not different from me, are you? You think you're the only one young?

The Alliance Master laughs unexpectedly at the face of Boger.

Seeing that, Boger laughed out loud, too.

"What, it's a matter of feelings. Because the job of guild leader is intense. I need temper. Even if you think you're old, your body really won't follow you."

"I see. Is that what it is? Let me help you."

To Boger's words, the Alliance Master nodded satisfactorily.

In fact, their age is not so far apart.

But my background was completely different.

Nowadays he was a magnificent man playing guild master, but he was originally a member of the military.

Boger bought the ability to get into the guild when he left the country due to circumstances.

When they were having such a conversation, something like a box placed on their desk began to sound tall.

of black paint. It was a communications machine dedicated to calls in the guild.

When Boger pressed the receive button, the person's name appeared and his voice sounded.

Guild Leader, we have a rush report.

"What's the matter with you?

Confirming the displayed name and voice, Boger frowned.

The person who has put in the communication should have been the person in charge of managing equipment such as training facilities and laboratories.

Why should such a person report in such a hurry?

Boger had no idea.

"A young man named Mizuhiko is asking for permission to use the third training area so that we can reward him for any movement."

"Training grounds?

"Yes. Is it more a game than a training? It's used for combat training between the two of us..."

"Ho. That sounds like an interesting story."

"Guildmaster? Were you with me?"

Surprising colors seep into the voice of the communicator.

Apparently, I didn't know you were in Boger's room.

"No, it might have been just fine. I'm going to give you permission to use it, but do you want to record the contents of the match?

The guild possessed not only the technique of leaving pictures like photographs, but also the technique of leaving footage.

I also have the technology to send that footage somewhere else away.

"Right. With that, could you send the footage live to my room?

"May I see it here, too?

"I appreciate that. Because I don't know the real thing. Can I ask for a description?

"Okay. Nevertheless, they are talking about a user who wears boger guild length glasses. I don't know if I can see through that arm."

"Ha ha! If Coltvan doesn't understand, it's an entirely unknown realm to me.

"Old things again. I'm just an old man now, I am."

"Ho."

Guild chief, to Colt Bang's words, Boger raises his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"It's an acquaintance's word. Even if you think about it, you shouldn't say you're an old man."

With expressions like "do it," Boger said.

Cortovan faces like he's been hit.

But soon they laughed like they were gonna erupt.

Third, it was one of the indoor training facilities held by the Alliance, written to a large extent on the wall.

It's a square space, 50 meters square and 10 meters high to the ceiling.

There were few windows and the interior was very bright, even though it was a space completely surrounded by walls.

Light-emitting magic is incorporated into the ceiling itself.

Most surprisingly, there will be wind inside.

By the way, the air is gushing out of a few holes.

Of course, this is one of the magic techniques that the Alliance has.

Some of the walls of the training facility were fitted with transparent ones so that the interior could be seen.

It looks like glass, but it's another substance.

It's pretty strong, and eating Earth's grenades doesn't even freak me out.

The other side of the window had space to look inside.

Various devices are arranged and chairs for sitting and watching games are also provided.

Sitting there now were the Tonacs and the drunken legions.

"Ha-ha-ha! So, what's the guild's facility?

"Look at that monitor! That's thermography for a magic imaging system! Aren't you loaded with a lot more?!

"Give me the charcoal, charcoal! I don't suppose the meat will stop!

Precisely, most things didn't sit down.

With just a lot of adventurer business, the guild's state-of-the-art facilities seemed like a place of great interest to them.

Alliance officials are desperately trying to stop them, but it was a total waste.

What is rampant is the race known as the master, manager, parent, etc. who does business with the adventurer.

Paper's guild staff is a heavy opponent to deal with.

"A little?! No charcoal! No charcoal, please! Because I'm going around the sprinkler!

"Ahem?! I don't like meat cooked in charcoal, it's good!

"That's not what this is about, is it?!

"But you're a good airframe. This. Is the program up to date?

"What's going on inside? What are you putting me on? Roses."

"Please don't spread out! No, we don't have enough men. Get more men!

"Come on, were there people left in our department at this hour?

Blurry yet, one of the guild employees rushes outside.

Using the Alliance's training facilities are primarily Alliance trainees and adventurers.

Trainees often used daytime facilities, but adventurers often used them at night.

Because during the day they are in the woods and caves, hunting warcraft demons.

If the adventurer is training, the guild staff must be permanently present.

However, in the case of trainees, it was not necessary because there were instructors.

Inevitably, the work of guild staff managing training facilities will be at the centre of the night.

Most of the staff have not yet arrived at work during the day.

But that is only the case with the Alliance staff.

It had nothing to do with the old men who already had booze in them and could do it.

The old men didn't even hear the Alliance staff stop them, or they were ravaging training facilities packed with the latest Alliance technology.

Carin exhaled deeply as she saw what was going on across the window from inside the training facility.

Carin is an orphan born and raised Einfarble.

When I was young enough not to be able to fight the Warcraft yet, I did chores in factories, shops, etc. and earned change.

So the parents and shopkeepers who were the lords of this city are familiar.

I know the temperament well.

They are biological technicians and their sellers.

What happens if you bring them to this place, which is a hunk of the latest technology?

The result is as you can see.

The guild officials who were stationed here today will not think they were unlucky.

And another material of concern was also steadily being prepared.

It is a gateway to Mizuhiko, who is barebacking, and to the Alliance's training facilities.

"No, no! What an amazing architecture this is! Where magical civilization has progressed is like this!

"I'm sorry, but I can't get mahogany."

"Oh no! I see! It could be like that!

In Kaihara and Nakahara, too, the concept of science existed and established itself as a technology.

Some races don't have magic, so life doesn't come about without some of that.

Yes, Agney, for example.

"Um, both of you, is it time to start? Something seems to be going on over there."

Saying, Carin pointed out the window.

Drunk old men were pressing questions with guild officials.

Around here is the city on the Alliance's knees, and the old men are the parents and shopkeepers who do business with adventurers.

Neither does the Alliance official seem to be able to beat him up and shut him up in position.

They also wanted to see a match between Mizuhiko and Gate Soil, but well, even if they didn't see it in this case, it would be our fault.

You're drunk anyway, and even if you complain, you might be able to say it's bad that you're drunk.

"Oh. That's fine with me."

"There is no such thing as a servant!

"Well, shall we get started?"

In keeping with Carin's words, Mizuhiko and Gate Soil both began to walk towards the center.

Carin starts moving towards the edge.

To keep you out of the way.

An adventurer is often a swordsman by analogy but hides a flying tool.

To be able to fight in any condition.

If you are a swordsman, many have flash bullets for eyeballing.

If Carin, the referee, is nearby, she might get caught up in something like that.

When you play referee in a game between adventurers, you have to be quite careful, or you'll get yourself seriously injured.

At some distance, I look back.

When she saw Mizuhiko and Gate Soil standing opposite each other, Carin frowned only for a moment.

Because I felt the time was too wide.

But neither Mizuhiko nor Gate Soil will come any closer than in time.

Mizuhiko, in particular, did not twist to say that it was dangerous beyond that.

I immediately came to think of the reason, and I see Carin nodded.

Raptors are overwhelmingly more powerful in their legs than other human-type creatures.

Even among the so-called beastmen, like walking on two legs, it was pulling out.

In terms of leg strength, the Raptors beat the horses.

The speed that comes from the leg strength that can be said to be monster stained, and the knife, a special sword that focuses on the sharpness with a single blade.

Those are the reasons why they refer to the Raptors as a battle race.

If Carin had any memory, Mizuhiko would have said she didn't know him.

Then I thought I didn't even know how fast that leg was.

To see the movement of Mizuhiko, apparently only the movement of the gates and soil so far, discerned the characteristics of the Hagi.

After all, Mizuhiko is not just an unfortunate child.

Yes, Carin thought.

It's a little rude, but he's actually a shame, so he won't have a choice.

Carin started manipulating things like the little box she had in her hand.

With several buttons lined up, it is a switch for taking combat records.

Actually, the Alliance side is already running several devices, and the footage may have been sent live to Boger, but Carin doesn't know that.

"Well, start at the right time."

I don't do anything like signal of battle.

Because we both fight in the same style, so we thought it would be better to suit that rhythm.

I thought a little bit about how I greeted him, and Gate Soil eventually decided to cut it out as usual.

The opponent is not Samurai the Nomaki, so I was a little confused as to whether to say hello like I did during a swordsmanship match.

But the gates and soil are not so familiar with the world.

I'm not sure what greetings are common.

"Lake Ring (Kowa) One-Blade Flow, Gate Earth Permanent (Mondo Tsubasa)"

Hearing the name, Mizuhiko opened her eyes slightly.

It's a different world, but they call it a familiar name, and I'm surprised.

"Mazuba Shinden Riu, Mizuhiko"

Matsuba Shinda Liu.

That's the name of Mizuhiko's, the Red Sheath genre.

It's a genre made by the father of the red sheath, and the only users will probably be the red sheath, father and brothers of his lifetime.

In fact, I had never heard of it being a red sheath that had been a god on Earth for years, or that it was used by any other human being.

Well, I guess I crushed ten or nine.

In that sense, will the red sheath and Mizuhiko, who is partly endowed with its memory and experience, be the only heirs?

Most of all, it's not such a big school or anything, it's a flat sword technique.

Mizuhiko's name still surprised Gate Soil as well.

The human samurai does not exist as far as the gates and soil know.

I didn't expect it to be returned the same way.

But this is interesting now.

Yes, Gate Earth thought.

Hi Mizuhiko seems to have lived in a culture similar to his own.

Then maybe swordsmanship itself is similar.

What the hell kind of moves do you use?

Such an idea is floating in the head of the gateway earth.

Nevertheless, you won't need to think about it any further.

Actually, if you're present, no, but you know the difference in how I fight him.

Mizuhiko was quite careful, measuring the distance from the gate soil.

Slaughter at the same time as stepping in is very difficult to avoid.

If a sword is suddenly swung through at high speeds from a stopped state, it's a pain in the ass for an unfamiliar eye.

Long distances where leg strength is strong and can be advanced in one step means long range as it is.

At least that was the case in swordsmanship that Mizuhiko knew.

Mizuhiko was wearing a hit, presumably with the gate soil as well.

If you think about it, the Raptors are the more suitable species for Samurai.

My neck would have flown if I had been caught off guard thinking I was still a distance away, for God's sake, that shouldn't be uncommon.

If so, it would be quite unlikely that Mizuhiko, whose step is inferior to the gate soil, could take the first hand.

It's like a gun's early shooting, and even swordsmanship's first knife is terribly important.

It is honestly hard to have to assemble a battle on the assumption that it will be taken away.

In boxing terms, it's like getting hit first and then starting a game.

You wouldn't know what would happen if you weren't careful, just because there's a fear that it would be decided.

If I were to aim, would it be a moment when gate soil would cut in?

The moment you start swinging your knife as you take a step, knock the knife into your opponent faster than they do.

Start moving slower than your opponent and hit the knife faster than your opponent.

Did you say "later" or something?

I remember hearing about some kind of long swordsmanship method in the memory of the Red Sheath, but in other words, the battle with the sword is limited to how to successfully slash and kill the opponent.

I remember concluding that way back in the day.

In short, I didn't understand what I heard then.

Horn to horn, decided what to do.

Later only to make sure you don't miss the moment.

This is how Mizuhiko fights.

Seeing Mizuhiko's setup, Gate Soil was thinking about his intentions.

Perhaps you're not going to attack me first.

In humans and rabbis, a step in time is too different.

If it were a stone, it would be a place to aim later.

Is it that man, who did not know the Horseman until a few hours ago, knows his stones?

No, and the gate soil denied the idea.

The target is Samurai.

Even if you didn't know that, once you take a knife and face each other, you know the approximate thing.

That's roughly the kind of race Samurai is.

It is the kind of arrangement that leaves a peaceful homeland because it wants to fight.

From day to day, all I can think about is cutting.

That's all I thought about, and I noticed the gate soil.

Samurai should be the only thing in the Raven.

In spite of that, I considered the boy in front of me to be a samurai.

Strange story.

Why did you think that?

It's a simple reason.

If you look at him with a knife, you can tell at a glance that he is.

I was fascinated by the battle with a knife that was supposed to be a kill, that's all I can do.

How can you tell right away?

Really, it's a really simple reason.

Because Gate soil is one of them.

If you noticed, the gate soil lay wide aside.

It is the structure for carrying out the fastest slaughter that Gate Earth has.

Well, why are you taking such a stance?

Gate soil asks himself.

I wondered how Mizuhiko was doing, and I was going to peek into the gap, but why is he taking such a quick and impatient arrangement?

It was only a few moments, but it took time for the answer to come out.

Gate soil, in short, was no longer working.

He wanted to fight the Samurai in front of him, but was therefore completely unconscious and changing his mind.

The mouth of the gateway soil, fishes up with a nibble.

Really, isn't it really pleasant?

Then I'll roll out the first knife, the one with all my might.

Why don't we show him a machete that won't even allow him to blink, like he can't take the rest off his torso if he finds out?

Because such swordsmanship, which the Tsubaki specialize in, is what Lake Ring is best at.

The next moment when the structure of the gate earth changed, it was an explosion called Dokan that jumped into Mizuhiko's ear.

The knife is approaching Mizuhiko sooner than he realizes that it is the sound of the gate soil being ground.

Mizuhiko decided that it was impossible to bring it to a meeting.

A knife is a "sword that can cut iron", also known as an iron slaughter sword.

Depending on how it is handled, steel can also be cleaved.

Horribly too sharp. That even had the odd disadvantage of making it harder to slash soft things that would otherwise clump together.

Samurai in the Warring States had wet Japanese paper planted under his armor, but this was because it was not cut by a knife.

Even the torso made of iron plates was a cleaver, but I didn't like cutting Japanese paper.

But it means, "If it's iron, a knife can be cleaved."

The knife is no more exceptional than it is made of iron.

The knife of the gateway earth rode at speeds as well as twelve minutes and was about to be shaken down precisely now for the attack.

What happens if you try to hold it in with a knife?

It was easily cleaved as if it were radishes or something, and probably Mizuhiko was just as sorry as she was.

Can you take a good, one-armed or, if it's bad, instant death?

Even though what we have now is a wooden knife, this is a battle that mimics the actual battle.

We cannot ignore the facts.

Mizuhiko flew toward the side of her head when she could force herself into her knees.

I also thought about swinging a sword without mistake, but I had decided that it would not be very timely.

Lower the set knife and kick the ground.

The gate soil waved the knife straight across as it slid through the side of Mizuhiko.

It is precisely a kamikaze of divine speed, with the speed of swing and the speed of stepping in.

Mizuhiko deplores errors in judgment.

Slippery, razor-like slaughter.

Rather than a knocking blow, the business of cleaving by hitting the blade and slipping it was exactly what you deserve to call a Samurai knife.

Originally, a knife is a special sword that doesn't need to be used to cut things.

Such an irrationality is the weapon called a knife that simply pulls on an object and then the blade is buried in the object.

Samurai, the gate-soil of the hare, knows it well.

Yes, Mizuhiko thought.

This dude is definitely a samurai like the one in the bird beast play.

I couldn't help but be delighted with Mizuhiko.

Though they avoided the first machete, there was no rush or frustration in the gate soil.

Only joy dominates the mind.

I was very, very happy that Mizuhiko chose to avoid this knife instead of taking it with a knife.

Gate soil had absolute confidence in this blow.

In fact, it is as overwhelming a knife as it deserves to be.

If you take it with a sword, you tear the sword apart, if you take it with a shield, you tear the shield apart.

Those who have lost their arms and legs in order to receive this machete of Gate Earth in action are not alone or two.

In other words, Mizuhiko spotted this knife as a blow of that kind.

I see. This is Samurai.

Isn't it just Samurai?

The definition of being a samurai for the gates and soil was really difficult to put into words.

There are vague and somewhat complex criteria.

But the meaning of "being a samurai" is uninterrupted.

And that Samurai, whom he admitted, also rated himself worthy of avoiding one of his machetes.

The person I recognized recognized recognized me.

There are some standards that are really selfish and difficult to understand.

Even though I knew it, I was happy with the dirt.

I thought the gate soil was completely difficult.

But that's fine.

It is something that cannot be explained, such as abandoning peace in search of battle.

I can't help it. It's about fooling around.

In other words, I am an irresistible fool.

Then you'll have to fight for it.

I must thank Mizuhiko for recognizing my arm.

The way to return the thank-you is naturally a knife.

Scrape the ground with your feet and knock your body out behind your back.

To kill and reverse the acceleration.

The momentum on its body, which stepped in at the highest speed, did not subside until it slipped past Mizuhiko's side.

One hand without a knife also thrust into the ground, shredding his temper and momentum.

But Mizuhiko wasn't sweet enough to wait for me to stop completely.

Mizuhiko, who was in an impossible position that jumped out to the side, did not seem to have had as much difficulty returning to the station as Gate Earth.

It was the moment when I swung up my knife in the big upper stages and now it was just as unshakeable.

Fast to rebuild.

It was an unexpectedly admirable gateway soil, but I can't even keep doing that.

Press the ground with your arms and use its recoil and feet to jump your body.

It feels like something is slightly on its head as it rises as it pulls its body back.

Yes, Mizuhiko's wooden knife was slightly plundering the hair on the head of the gate soil.

If it had stayed crouched, it would have been taken for sure.

A slight cold sweat seeps through the forehead of the gate soil.

But Mizuhiko's sword had not yet stopped.

The cutting-edge, which was thought to hit the ground as it was, suddenly changes direction.

An upward blade swung from bottom to top as Mizuhiko stepped in.

It is as if it were intended for slaughter, but the gates and soil saw it differently.

Probably aimed at the leg.

He's targeting the legs he's using his strength to kill the momentum of his body.

In fact, right after you put your mind to it, your feet don't move flexibly.

Still, if you realize what they're trying to do, you can avoid them.

Get the foot targeted by the wooden knife off the ground and throw it back.

Kick the ground with force on one leg while weighing toward the back, opposite Mizuhiko.

A swing at the front was still aimed at the leg.

Mizuhiko's wooden knife cuts the sky, and the gate soil takes a few steps and puts a leg on the ground.

It was dangerous, but I managed to avoid it.

Gate earth made a smile as if he was happy and couldn't wait to put up his sword again.

The distance now is also long for one step of Mizuhiko, and short for one step of Gate earth.

The gate soil began to distance itself slightly as it rubbed the ground with a twist and a leg.

"No, no. I didn't expect to be cut right back as well as avoided the first katana anymore. I was going to go on with two knives, three knives."

"Come on, it's going to get really rough. If you don't mind, I can handle the rest. Most of the time, it was full."

"That doesn't look like it at all. If you're not careful at all, you're going to get your neck jumped while you jump in."

"I wish I could do that. Even so, my scabs are about to be judged."

Listening to the conversation between Gate Soil and Mizuhiko, Carin kept her mouth shut.

The reason for that reaction is twofold for now.

First, the first.

Carin had the first knife of Gate Earth that only seemed to be sumptuous.

His motor vision is not too low.

I don't go as far as grabbing an arrow, but I can do it if I grab a throwing knife or so.

With that Carin's eyes, even though the distance is quite wide open.

The moment Gate Earth stepped in, it looked like Carin's eyes had scratched out.

Though I'm proud of how handsome I am, none of these things will be.

I'm not saying he's not here at all.

It was in spite of the magic that the Raptors were good at.

They specialize in the magic of improving their physical abilities.

Using it, you can even be "unstoppable to the eyes".

But, but.

of surprise, the second.

Neither Gate Earth nor Mizuhiko use their magic against each other.

Carin had observed that there was undoubtedly magic in the two of them.

He is a fine adventurer and a sure man of strength.

As much as you can see if you two can use magic, it's easy to tell.

If you see it activated, you can capture roughly any kind of magic.

But, but.

But it is.

In the meantime, Carin had no sense that they were using magic.

Even if it looks like this, Carin is an adventurer who is classified as a "wizard".

It's impossible first of all that they use magic in front of you and you don't realize it, etc.

Only a few of the adventurers around the world will be able to use magic without Carin noticing.

If that is an obvious swordsman like Gate Earth or Mizuhiko, then you can say that none of them are.

It takes a different dimension of skill not to use magic in front of Carin to make her aware that, in Earth's words, she used a pistol in front of her eyes.

Not very much, but it doesn't look like you two have such magical skills.

So, what does it mean?

There is only one answer.

The two of them didn't use magic to make that kind of interaction.

In this world where magic is commonplace, what magic can use fights without it is synonymous with fighting with an uninterrupted handful behind your back.

If you say so, it's like boxing without moving your legs.

It's synonymous with physical strengthening specialists when it comes to samurai.

In other words, gate soil is still possible to move faster.

And Mizuhiko hasn't used magic yet either.

It's like we're both still leaving room for each other and doing a little hands-on research.

notwithstanding, this is the case.

"No more. I want to go home."

I accidentally leaked the truth with my mouth shut.

It was a sad thought, but of course that is not acceptable.

I wouldn't just want to get hurt if I could.

He was Carin who thought so in a prayerful way, distancing himself from the gate soil and Mizuhiko.