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"Isn't it about time?

I look up at the clock and Aoshima urges Yi.

"Right. Do it as soon as you can see Masami Toriyama in a safe place. I'm on a contracted side for once, and I can't kill you with a scroll."

I command you to smile.

"You deserve it. Minimum benevolence."

"If it's a comic book or a game, I'll kill my allies with it, and I'll have a bad image of the villain even more up-and-coming, but if I actually do that, I won't be trusted by anyone, and I won't be up for business."

Laughing Qingdao and Yi.

"If Miss Toriyama doesn't show up inside, contact her and guide her."

"Right."

Tired jumped into some space distortions before lightly checking for Lucky Son's posterior appearance.

When Lucky Son perceives the signs in the rear, he lowers his instant body and decides to be ready to fight translationally. I have been told to refrain from engaging Junko Suzuoka or Rei Shizuno, but I can't say the same about where I met him in the junction.

Additionally, running away without a fight is also an obstacle. Of course I know the story of Shizuno's magician being powerful when it comes to breaking illusions and sealing spirits. But I would also like to see how they can be formed.

The blind spirits cry and cry at once. It's a technique where you just listen to your voice and make it mildly possessed and blind, but tired looks to the lucky child with a cool face. I can't see how it's working.

Tired points to a red brown, coal-fired cloth wrapped around the hoodie and opens his mouth.

"It's no use. This cloak, sewn with the curse of Shizuno on a sacred cloth prayed and served for two hundred years and dyed with the torn blood of thirteen thousand seventeen hundred and five pumpkins that I was forced to lay together, will fog the raw attack. Whether it's a physical shock, or a kind of ability or technique."

I deliberately tried to say something offensive about them. I was tired, but Kouko showed no signs of movement.

As I knew, the battle in surgery was overwhelmingly judged to be bad minutes, and Yukiko sets up a knife and rushes to exhaustion, packing up all the mistakes at once. He was handsome.

Tired also pulls out the knife. Concubine Pine, an unbroken demon knife that revealed her pitch-black fullness, receives a knife that Yukiko wields from the upper stages with both hands, and a dull metal sound sounds. It was a concubine pine with a hardness and strength that made it possible to unilaterally break only the other sword, but the sword of Yukiko never broke.

Shortly after Tired received the slash of Lucky Son, Lucky Son rotates with the knife and knife contact axially, he switches his body and slides into the side of Tired.

Seeing the enemy's aim, Tired prepares to turn himself in. We have to figure out how the sword orbit is going to be, to the critical within a few seconds of the comma.

The lucky child who moved to the tired nostrils now rotates beside the tired with his body on the axis. When I see Lucky Son's arm lowering, the tiredness that I judged to be the lower or middle orbit flies away.

But the sword of Yukiko, who made it look like the lower part, jumped diagonally at once. Feint that made it look lower down to critical. The tip of the blade slipped diagonally from the top of the neck.

(Fast. Sharp. Boulders are agents of Yob's reward)

Tired was joyful. He also possesses considerable power as a sorcerer, but sees it as impractical or instantly shifts to melee, judgment and bravery, and skill as a swordsman backed by it. Recognize yourself as a combatant of hundred wars and smells.

We were both in a state of disfigurement, but it was quicker for Lucky Son to rebuild. Step into the momentum well, roll out the thrust with a tired heart. The clichéd expression of a breathless serial attack crosses the back of a tired brain.

"Red Dumplings"

I uttered a fatigue and a spell.

The feeling of a gripping knife piercing the meat is conveyed into the hands of Yukiko.

Sachiko peeled her eyes at the sight that was happening in front of her.

"I could have fought for you with just my sword. Sometimes I wanted to get these kids out."

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A tower of meat dumplings with as many bright red babies as a whole body painted with blood, mixed together, about the length of a tired back. Only the part of the baby pierced by the knife is eager to cry, but the other babies are laughing as if to mock it.

Lucky boy had no idea when he activated the surgery. I didn't feel any such signs. Or maybe he was calling in advance and letting him lurk.

"How dare you!

A fortunate child who speaks with anger and contempt.

"That... you say?

Tired of narrowing his eyes and smiling a distorted thin smile on his mouth and scorning back.

I was lucky enough to pull myself out of the meat dough and wave the knife again, but I made sure to suck on the knife movement, so that the meat dough tower would become, and I got tangled in the knife.

Gunshots sound. Yukiko, who immediately threw the knife away, shot the gun he was purchasing at the cuff of his right hand over the meat dough tower. It's not just a bullet. It's a bullet with a curse engraved on the exorcism spec. I didn't think I was going to use this one this time.

The face of the bulleted baby is distorted. He will die soon after crying. But it has no effect on the other babies. He sees the face of a dead baby and keeps laughing at him for trying to make him seem crazy.

A knife tangled in a meat dumpling falls to the floor. Shortly afterwards, tired steps out and pokes low. Sachiko glanced and tried to squirt, but the cutting tip of the sword blushes her right leg, slashing her slack.

I left it for a little while before the blood flooded out of my thighs. Because of the adrenaline, the depth of the wound is difficult to scratch in pain, but judging by the amount of bleeding, it will be about the scratch.

Keeping an eye on tiredness and meat dough, Yukiko jumps up the knife with her leg and catches it with her left hand.

(Can't I still do it? Any more fights could kill you.)

Judging by that, Yukiko rushes backwards with her body pointing toward the tired and moves toward the instantaneous one.

Hold him up as he presses the blade against one neck muscle momentarily remaining unconscious.

Tired turns off his grin and sighs small, reaching out thin and gently touching the meat dough. When the babies simultaneously raised their disgruntled, tall voices, the meat dough melted and disappeared.

A lucky boy who moves by shielding his instantaneous body. It was an uncomfortable way, and I doubted if I could seal my tired movements where I took a stranger as a hostage, but from what I heard, it was a bet that this hand might pass because Takeshi Shizuno lurked and revamped such evil as the legend tells me.

(Junko Suzuoka seems to be passing through every moment of the month. But that'll catch on)

True, I was sure I was acting with Mika, but it's a mystery that Junko is a traitor in the first place.

Moment after moment, he betrayed Junko and even sold Yukiko, his sidelined opponent, to Nippanyaki. I can interpret the fact that Junko is trying to get power spirits without any moderation, but I don't really understand why Junko connects with every moment of the day. Is it being captured and blackmailed and moved by Junko?

Tired missed the fortunate boy who fled to the back of the junction, doing nothing as he did.

"It sounds better to destroy this junction now... than to chase it"

Whimpering, Tired walks out, looking for the pillars that build the bond.

Tired of discovering the pillars of the junction in no time. At first glance, it's just a cylinder in the aquarium, but it's emitting a dark demon, so it's obvious and figured out. Touch the column and open the sketchbook with the other hand.

"Is this enough..."

The open page depicts a picture of a pair of ghosts alternately beating up all the skinned deceased from the neck down with gold bars. The deceased had a distressed look on his face, as if he were throwing a resentful gaze at the painter.

Carefully break open pages from the base. A page detached from the sketchbook floats into the universe. Where he floated higher than his tired head, the painting was wrapped in a bright green flame.

A spirit popped out of the painting with a scream. The same spirit that was painted, a raw skin peeled from the neck down.

"Release me... that's fine..."

Turning toward the pillar in front of you, tiredness speaks to the Spirit. Shortly afterwards, a distorted expression of joy appeared on the face of the Spirit, and he jumped to the pillar screaming.

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