The God has moved to another world.

Drinking up the distilled liquor poured side by side on the jock at once, Tonak made a smile like fun and irresistible.

The parents and shopkeepers who were making noise earlier are also sitting in chairs at some point, snapping knobs and liquor.

Difficult faces, impressions and expressions vary, but what we all see is the same.

Beyond the transparent wall, it is Mizuhiko and Gate earth.

"Gate dirt - Samurai, that's a pretty good arm."

"It's fast enough, dude. It's amazing what a bunch of people do."

"That would also be our effort. You don't show any signs of magic. Are you sure you haven't used it or would you like to borrow your guild device for a moment?"

"Ooh, that's the magician. Yeah, but that kid's pretty good too. Funny."

Apparently their interest was entirely directed towards Mizuhiko and Gate Soil.

Alliance officials who were stopping the drunk old men trying to scratch the equipment earlier also look relieved.

"But did you get that wooden knife? Why did you make it?"

"It's a Metel tree. Compressed while heating up. You're tough, Ariah. It weighs quite a bit, so it's also striking. If Dwarf's head is lost, he'll crack it."

"Well - that's a luxury. What the hell did you make a wooden knife for?

"He's the one who did this to me. I made it in my spare time. You might be able to see something interesting."

"Tiny! Tonack's dojo helps sometimes, too! Ha-ha-ha!

"Hey! Hehe hehe!

Guild officials were blatant in front of drunk old men laughing out loud.

This group of people who are laughing nasty and drinking are like Einfarble faces looking like this.

We cannot make it unobstructed, and we must treat it as politely as possible.

Their thoughts were all the same.

I wonder if you could go home soon......

That's what I'm talking about.

Unfortunately, the hardships of the Lower Alliance staff were going to last a little longer.

It's like a gun.

That was Mizuhiko's sentiment when he saw a knife in the gate soil.

This one cuts in faster than blinks from a long distance you can't attack.

If you approached inadvertently in an attempt to hold up an intermission, you would come poking at the gap in that movement.

He's a real pain in the ass.

Waiting for your opponent to attack you because of that would be a hard story to tell.

Anyway, it's like they're waiting for you to hit them at a one-sided distance.

Even though there is a chance of a counterattack if you avoid that, it is quite difficult in itself.

When it comes to whether it is advantageous if we hold up an intermission, that is not the case at all simply because the disadvantaged elements disappear.

If people are from one race to another, they will not be so one-sided, although there are differences between forces.

But that made Mizuhiko reopen.

We can't cut it from here anyway.

Then it is decided to do it.

Avoid attacks and feed them counters.

As long as we concentrate, it's inevitable.

Still, if you're going to get slashed, that's just to say you were already weak.

Mizuhiko narrowed her eyes sharply when she changed her mind slightly.

Whether you avoid it or take it, it can change somewhat.

I wish there was an all-powerful structure suitable for attack and defense, but at least such a convenient structure does not exist in the Shinda Matsuba stream handled by Mizuhiko.

Of course, I don't know anything about that, but I could tell to some extent from the way I set it up.

Don't take it or attack it, it's a structure that specializes in avoiding.

The Lake Ring One Knife Stream is a genre that honors the One Knife of Divine Speed.

If you want to take it, you can say that you will avoid the rabbit, which is like saying that you will see out the sword.

Isn't this the same as being slapped on a challenging letter?

Then you should return your reply properly.

With a sharper slaughter, more powerful than earlier.

Once again, the gate soil set up a wooden knife on the upper level, stomping his foot into the ground.

I don't think about defense at all, just to swing my sword down.

To unleash a blow all over his body, the gate soil breathes in a lot of air.

You felt that breath, and Mizuhiko's hand holding the knife can also help.

It was the voice of the gate earth and the sound of the steps that would determine the ground that cut through the silence for a little while.

"CHEEEEEEEEEEST!!!

Simultaneously with his full temper, Gate Soil headed all the way to Mizuhiko and shook down the wooden knife.

Even as we stood, whether we were to come or not, the tread of the gates and earth was uninterrupted.

It was many times faster than Mizuhiko assumed.

Still, we have to deal with it.

Nearly halfway through the time, Mizuhiko's body was finally starting to move.

At the limit of concentration, Mizuhiko looks as if the landscape around him is moving slowly.

This feeling of fogging if the tension is loosened at all is peculiar to the extreme state of concentration.

Mizuhiko put her strength into her legs, trying to deflect her body to the side.

But it's still fast.

Fly your body aside in time, but learn the illusion that your body is sucking the blade.

In order to shake it off, we must also stimulate concentration.

The wooden knife of the gateway soil, looms overhead.

You have to turn your body a little faster.

Faster, faster, I'm just in a hurry.

Mizuhiko moves her body, feeling the illusion of being burned by her own body.

The wooden knife of the gate soil only slightly blushes the hair, blushes the sleeves, blushes the wax.

I avoided it.

But I won't loosen the tension, because I expect a blade to return it soon.

The katana of the gate earth, which swung down like lightning from directly above, was thought to determine the ground as it was.

But that doesn't actually happen.

The wooden knife in the gate soil stopped perfectly on the ground and turned the blade into Mizuhiko.

But I guess I'm in a bad shape.

Instead of being jumped up, the wooden knife swung wide down the side.

It's a slaughter aimed at the foot.

Mizuhiko avoids this by raising her legs.

It's a pretty impossible position to stand on one leg, but we couldn't just jump out here.

Because we cannot afford to miss the chance at the corner.

Mizuhiko swung a wooden knife over her head, stepping into her lifted foot and cutting it into gate soil.

Because he wielded a wooden knife from an impossible position, the gates and soil cannot be put back together immediately.

The only way to avoid Mizuhiko's wooden knife was to jump away.

You wouldn't be able to get that far if you were a normal human being, but the gates and soil are ravenous.

The bouncing force produced from the tough feet was overwhelming, even in disintegrated positions.

It was gate soil that swept Mizuhiko's wooden knife with a kick on the ground, but Mizuhiko wouldn't let me get away with it so easily.

Even though we draw a line with humans, jumping backwards is not enough.

Wave more wooden swords as you step in to follow the escaping gate soil.

A flash of shaking down a wooden knife.

This flies back and forth.

Returns the bouncing blade, now slashing from the top for the neck muscle.

Squeeze your torso wide apart as you step back.

Flip further the blade swung out to the side, and now swing it out to the side.

Against the sword that looms with the wind slashing noise raised, the gate soil defeats the body further back to deal with it.

It became an extreme posture, but I managed to avoid it.

It's not very good to be able to stay on offense.

It was the gateway soil that frowned, but here I saw the strangeness of Mizuhiko.

Only a few gaps were formed in the mouth, where the shoulders were slightly lowered and cut into a single letter.

Waving a knife is an unexpected heavy labor.

No matter how much you try to swing continuously, you really have to breathe in between.

At that moment, I can't really make an attack and it becomes a gap.

Just a few of those gaps, the gate soil didn't miss.

Pull one foot wide back and step on the ground, forcing his entire body, which was leaning backwards, back forward.

At the same time, he stuck out the wooden knife he had in one hand while waking up the upper body that was against him.

It brings the spring of the ankle and upper body to life, a thrust of the synagogue.

Because it was a spike that poked through the gap, Mizuhiko became a form of being poked at.

What moved aggressively was an arm with a wooden knife, not a leg.

Crawl the wooden knife into the belly of the wooden knife in the gate soil that was pushing toward the center of your body, and stick it straight up.

Despite considerable effort to keep him bouncing, the wooden knife in the gate soil was disappointingly bitten by Mizuhiko's wooden knife.

The blade is still directed toward Mizuhiko, and the gate soil begins to push it in with the same momentum as the wooden knife of Mizuhiko.

Of course, I'm not going to be honestly slashed as it is.

Mizuhiko steps on both feet and pushes back the wooden knife on the gate soil.

The moment one of the distractions would be slashed, the twist would change position slightly intersecting.

Before each other's bodies, when the place moved just between them, there was a ball-like sweat on each other's foreheads.

"It's so nice to have such a good time with Rabbit. Raku Raku"

"Ha-ha-ha! The sword of Samurai the Samurai is an honor for speed!

Both Mizuhiko and Gate Soil smile with a truly delightful smile amidst sparkling twists.

It would be a different sight from the edge.

But you two are enjoying yourselves.

In this way, even while the tweezers are together, there is a fine rush to loosen and strengthen forces and try to deflect direction.

All of them are critical rushes that, if at all relaxed, would lead to a settlement.

"I don't know why you take too much time!

"It's time to put on the sleigh"

"I don't think so! Lord Tonak and the others will be here!

"I've got a problem, too."

Gate soil laughs happily again at Mizuhiko, who hoists up the edge of his mouth and says:

Even so, we were both already beginning to figure out how to settle in our heads.

It was Mizuhiko who moved first.

When you think you have slightly tilted your body back, the next moment, its entire body becomes like a whip.

The culmination of that movement, as if it were a wave, was the wooden knife that was in his hand.

It sounds like a beating, and the wooden knife in the gate soil is played directly beside it.

By moving his entire body, he was tapped into a single point, in an instant.

The look on Gate Earth frightened me at once.

Being bounced to the side, the upper body of the gate soil is heavily shaken.

You won't be able to swing a decent knife.

In contrast, Mizuhiko was using recoil to shake the wooden knife up diagonally.

I used the recoil of an earlier move to play a wooden knife.

If you distance yourself from trying to open an intermission, you'll be stepped right in and slashed.

That's what I thought, Gate Soil, dared to make a mistake.

I just re-gripped the wooden knife, and the gate soil notices an anomaly.

I wonder how shocked it was.

The hand with the wooden knife is paralyzed.

I won't go until I get rid of the wooden knife, but I hardly feel it.

For this reason, the movement has slowed down.

In frustration, the gate soil moved to push the blade into Mizuhiko's body along the peak of the wooden knife.

Because it is close range, it cannot be wielded, but the sword is specialized in cutting.

You can easily scratch your belly by pushing and pulling the blade against your opponent's body.

But Mizuhiko also seemed to take that into account.

He pushed his body against the arm of the laterally facing gate dirt, inhibiting his movement.

It is inhibited by the body of Mizuhiko, and the wooden knife of the gate earth is not pressed against Mizuhiko.

But Mizuhiko couldn't even wave a wooden knife down to the gate soil like this.

Your body is too tight.

When Mizuhiko swings the wooden knife backwards, he swings it down to the neck of the gate soil to pierce it.

Poking at that moment, the gate soil slipped his hands over Mizuhiko's torso.

The blade is pressed against Mizuhiko's body and his palm against its peak.

And then just pull the wooden knife straight through so that it slips.

Meanwhile, the tip of Mizuhiko's wooden knife was suddenly approaching the neck of the gate earth.

And.

It was almost at the same time that the wooden knife of the gateway earth was completely pulled out and that the cutting-edge of the wooden knife of Mizuhiko was later slightly eaten into the skin.

"That's it!!

Carin shouted, Mizuhiko and the body of the gate earth stopped perfectly.

Mizuhiko stopped the wooden knife on the neck of the gate soil, and the gate soil is shaking the wooden knife.

Looking back at the two alternately, Carin takes a breath and tells the results.

"This time, hit it off. It's a draw."

Mizuhiko is in a position to strike a blow in the neck, but has been scratched in the stomach.

Gate soil, too, is slit through the belly, but a blow to the neck is fatal.

"Huh, haha! No, no, no! You're really strong! I'm impressed by that!

Gate earth stood up laughing, sticking his hand out toward Mizuhiko.

Mizuhiko tilting her neck for a moment, but when she sees it as a handshake, she shakes her hand.

When Gate Soil confirmed it, he shook it around.

He shakes his head with reluctance, but Mizuhiko also shakes his head satisfactorily.

"Oh. You're good, too. That's amazing."

"No, no, no! But when this happens, I'd love to see you stay serious next time!

"Oh. Right. I don't know what to do."

"Are you in the Warcraft Hunt! This is indeed the city of guilds! Be glad to hear that!

Carin sighed relieved as she looked at the pleasant Mizuhiko and Gate Soil.

Neither of us used magic after all.

Did you keep it warmer or hide it than you think it would ever be unusable?

have you tried only the arm of the sword purely again?

Carin didn't know very well, but those two were still strong, at least only that she couldn't even make it.

I don't want to get involved.

That's Carin's true intent.

I don't know what it is. It doesn't bother my busy eyes when I'm intertwined with this kind of arrangement.

Absolutely serious injury or something.

Something in Carin is suing me like that.

Carin was relieved by the horns on the raven and the end of the game.

Because I thought it would open up.

But reality isn't so sweet.

"Shall we go tomorrow then? If you want, you can do a lot of things."

"Oh! That must be comforting!

"To?"

There is probably no one who can blame Carin for inadvertently responding out of his mind.

His ordeal was, and still is, the real deal.