The God has moved to another world.

The way power flows like the red sheath is often likened to a chain puzzle among the Japanese gods.

Because a small number of changes are very similar to having an impact on the whole.

Obviously the chain puzzle is more made later, but I guess it's good because our gods are convinced with it.

The resemblance to a chain puzzle was not the only way its effects occurred.

The same was true of the fact that when an awesome chain arose, there would be no more time for a while.

In the case of the most powerful management, if there is any mistake, it will be irrevocable.

For this reason, I won't go to leave you alone forever.

Unlike the puzzle, this one can also be used on the way, so we need to keep checking to see how things are changing as we assumed.

If you are a god with little experience, it is often a move that you did not envisage during the task of watching this chain.

In that case, it again influences the force to stop the movement or reapply the force as you wish.

Naturally, the effort gets bigger.

When you get used to this, you can control the flow of power almost as you wish just the first time.

They are no longer a good area to call craftsmanship and are such that God, who can continue to work in insomnia, can be described as the depths he masters over hundreds of years.

It is, but when a weak God tries to manage the land, it becomes a must have technology.

When that happens, the Japanese God, who has a lot of hard work and honesty, becomes desperate to get it.

And the Japanese God, who has so many humble things, says it's not a big deal because it's what it takes to manage the land.

If that's what the senior gods say, the later gods can't complain.

In the divine world, which is a transcendent vertical society, seniors are literally gods.

The New God strives to gain access to the technology over decades and centuries.

Then one of these days, my senses become paralyzed, and it's normal for me to be working.

When we no longer know whether we are working or not, living or dead, we learn how to control the flow of power.

By that time, there were junior gods, and naturally they realized that it was only natural that the juniors should be able to do this.

The Japanese god is diligent and honest anyway.

Well, that's fine.

The red sheath is a god among Japanese gods who fall into a category where the control of the land is quite good.

Once influenced, he had a high technical ability to change the flow of power almost as imagined.

For this reason, after the first few influences, it becomes the bulk of the job to keep an eye on how the flow of power changes as assumed.

Of course, it's not like I should just stare at it.

We need to stay focused and watch because it's not always when unexpected things happen.

Keep your eyes peeled and watch not to miss out on the slightest madness.

And if there is any inconvenience, we can respond to it and influence it even further so that it can get closer to its ideal shape.

Even pay attention to the flow of power and apply your hands from time to time.

That's the red sheath work landscape.

It is this task which, in words, looks very cool, but can be hard to say when you actually see the sight.

Because he just stares at the void and moves his hands from time to time.

It is quite difficult to see the flow of power, nor is it easy to see anything other than God or anything close to it.

But God who messes with things he can't see is easier to see.

God who takes the invisible seriously and occasionally lets his hands wander in the void.

If this is the Red Sheath, the Miscellaneous Fish God, it can be a very worrying sight.

Right now, the Red Sheath is walking in the wilderness of the land under review while preparing the flow of power.

If you look at spirits and angels, you'll soon know that they're putting in place a flow of power around them.

To the brilliance of its arms, it may exhale a sigh of admiration.

But from a human point of view, this changes a bit.

He walks around dangling through empty voids and the ground with nothing, and moves his hands where there is nothing with a serious face that swells from time to time.

Quite suspicious, to be clear.

If the body wasn't translucent, it would be a complete suspicious figure.

My body is translucent, so now it's like a suspicious ghost or something?

At any rate, it doesn't turn into anything suspicious.

Sometimes the suspicion was getting rounded up.

Focus on the flow of power. My feet are really away.

"Ah. It's so tiny all the time..."

Even with that crushing, the red sheath was about to stumble on the stone.

It's going to take a little longer to get back to the center of the land where the trees are.

The heart of an abandoned land, surrounded by huge eight trees.

Kougak and Sergei, who got there, were looking up at huge trees, as impressed.

Fire, water, wind, soil, spiritual trees that preside over their respective attributes.

A world tree of darkness and light, one at a time.

And two mediators watching over them.

If normal, it's an absolutely impossible sight.

Because they, trees of consciousness, try to distance themselves from each other by nature.

When they grow, they are to suck up power from the flow of power, as ordinary trees suck up water.

They create a circulation of power within themselves and gain the energy to grow from it, they affect the flow of power simply by being present.

If it gathers in one place, it will greatly disrupt the flow of power.

But if it is, it is the story of.

Managed by the red sheath, the flow of power is almost entirely managed here.

There is little disturbance in the flow of power.

In other words, because God is ruling, there is no problem with these eight trees adjacent.

"Oh, no, you surprise me."

Kougak sighed like he was exhausted from his heart, so crushed.

Sergei standing nearby also looks up at the trees in a way that impresses him, but he doesn't look as surprised as Kougak.

Well, it won't be impossible either.

The flow of power is such that we can only learn what we know professionally in this world.

Rather, it is a completely unnecessary knowledge to live.

If humans try to observe the flow of power in the first place, it takes a great deal of time and effort.

Except since I have worn it in years of training like Kougak, many observation devices would need data analysis personnel if they were meant to be.

So for Sergei, there's something about fire and water floating around, and it's amazing - trees making rings, about recognition.

Nevertheless, there will be no one who can blame him.

Most people in this world are aware of that.

"I know it's an amazing tree. What exactly is it?

To Sergei, who asked with a frown root, Kougak put his hand on his chin and roared.

Explaining professional things to people who don't know them well is a hassle in every world.

After a while of thinking, Kougak made a look like he had come up with a fu.

"Right. You know how much more amazing it is than a mountain."

The mountain that Kougak said is probably about the Holy Land of Charchellis.

Though the merciful god Charles Sherris is gone, the sanctity of the place remains unchanged.

Being surprised more than that place would mean being better than that place.

Even in this world it is superior to the mountain of Charchellis, the sanctuary of the fingerfold.

If someone else said it, it could end with bullshit.

But if it was the Chalchelis Kougak Monk Masayoshi who spoke of it, it's not the story.

Sergei growls as he makes a difficult face.

"It's not what it looks like. It's only as good as a tree growing. Wow, I can see the spirits are finally here."

Are the tree spirits surprised or hidden by the first humans they try?

The only ones flying around are the superior spirits who have been ordered to wait for Tuhiko.

Those spirits were also disguised so that they could not be seen in the human eye.

But it seems that the devices buried in Sergei's body also capture their existence.

Originally, superior spirits are places with strong natural powers, such as lakes, fire escapes, and so on.

Sergei's phrase "awesome spirits" is not wrong, though.

"In short, you mean a place where you can be convinced even when you get together like that, right?

"Right. Perhaps the flow of power is terribly tidy."

As an organism, even a kougak who is very sensitive to the flow of power and has the ability to sense it requires some meditation in order to see it.

Like gods and angels, it's not easy to peek.

Still, Kogaku felt with his skin that the flow of power on this land was neat.

In other words, the more we can feel that way, the more the reviewed flow of land power is in order.

"There's no flow of power. Thank you. I don't specialize."

"The only thing you specialize in is getting busted, right?

"You don't listen well. I can't deny it."

So laughing Sergei, Kougak shrugged his shoulder like a shrug.

While they were having such a conversation, Tuhiko was staring at the Mad Eye he had put in his palm.

We're using pronunciation and exchanging information.

At the end of the approximate exchange, Sathiko will miss Mad Eye.

"Apparently, you haven't come home from where you're going yet. Sorry, please wait a little longer"

"No, no. Never mind. Besides, I don't get tired of just looking at this view."

Kogaku replies with a laugh to Tuhiko, who says sorry.

Surely this view, lined with eight trees, would be worth it alone.

These places are mostly restricted as sanctuaries.

Just because you can watch slowly is an invaluable experience.

"Yes, yes. Well, you can just relax and wait."

Sergei glanced around as he nodded at Kougak's words.

Eight trees are rare, but the sight of the wilderness spreading even though it is not a desert is also rare.

Moving his gaze sideways, he sees a big lake.

The floating islands that float on them are rarely seen.

Even though they are quite far apart, I can see that they shine in themselves.

According to Tuhiko's description on the road, it is made of magic and other crystals.

Besides, it was created by the top spirits under the instructions of the red sheath?

"Well, I guess it's true. That's a hell of a story. Hmm?"

Strange things entered Sergei's sight, which had an eye on the lake and the floating island.

Sergei frowns and stares at him as he explores who he is.

It was something of a translucent human form that was fluttering and awkward at the edge of his vision.

For a creature, it was somewhat too transparent.

I thought it was slime-like, Sergei, but for that it's unnatural to see through.

It won't be a ghost from midday on, and what an odd outfit for a kind of spirit.

"What the hell is that?"

Sergei uttered his candid thoughts, it was then.

Something of that translucency cocked on something.

While I was fluttering, I might have caught on to the stone as well.

How painful it was, something translucent hitting around on the ground all the time.

"What the hell is that?"

Sergei made an indescribable look, speaking of heartfelt doubts.

You noticed how it was, and Kougak turned his gaze to you.

And still make an indescribable look.

But I changed my complexion as soon as I realized something.

"The Temple of Tuhiko. No way, that one..."

Asked by Kougak, Tuhiko nods bitterly.

Confirming that, Kougaku looks at it again as it hits around the ground.

"That's the land god Red Sheath..."

To the words, Sergei wrinkled at the root of his eyebrows as surprised.

Point your sharp gaze at it so that you can still identify it, blurring and crushing.

"Wow."

To the various emotions contained in that word, Tuhiko accidentally raised his voice to divulge a bitter laugh.