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Whereas I have suddenly released a high kick from the front, I find tiredness mildly discouraging.

It's an unintentional act to control the lead, but it seemed pitiful that I had used such a hand against myself. Besides, it's a huge kick full of gaps.

Tired cuts at his leisure, gently turning back and avoiding him, he expects to fly to his nostrils at once for a gap after the attack, and puts a knife in his hand for a true neck muscle.

I thought you were deliberately inviting me to attack full of gaps, and I was wary tired, but it wasn't even there. A tired knife goes in decently. It's common in fiction, not an attack intended to stun you. Seriously, it's an attack you unleashed to deal damage to your opponent.

(I am losing muscle strength and strength due to lack of exercise, so I will not relent and play and let you go fast)

I was supposed to be tired of attacking him with that in mind, but seeing my true body collapse, I clap it out.

The battle was light. True to nod and completely expose the gap. I can cook no matter what, but now the battle has been decided as well. I don't have to go after him.

The truth, which was for a few seconds but the consciousness was flying, rose up like a panic, facing each other with exhaustion.

"I'm done. True defeat."

Tired tells in a chilling voice. The sight of truth is equally chilling.

"What are you talking about? I'm still standing like this."

"That's ugly. I didn't know you'd admit you had a fight now."

"I'm not saying defeat until I die, and I'm not here to fight in the first place. I'm here to bring you back."

True to stand again as I say.

"If you want to compete, as Midori did, you don't choose the means. But if you're gonna bring him back, you're not gonna be convinced either if you don't do it with dignity without despicable means, are you?

"I also felt like the other way around... I see. So you want me to take you after you convince me"

Tired of emitting increasingly cold and hard voices.

"Whether it's mouth or violence, you won't be convinced. Finally, in the latter case, it won't reach me. You could die next, right? I hate to kill you again, but if it's a fight, I can't help whoever it is."

"Again?"

"I am killing the truth of my previous life once. Though at that time he was not a human, but a monster by the name of the Beast Emperor. I can finally see you, but I killed you and lost you again, my grief at that time - I don't want to taste it again."

"Still, if it's a serious battle, it won't get out of hand..."

"Yes."

Truth is, at this time, I reviewed my tiredness. Something like respect came to a boil in my heart. At the same time, I felt tired and sympathetic.

I didn't try to exchange words any more and moved from the tired.

Assemble from the front toward the trunk where you are tired. When you grab the true root with your right hand and the clothes on your true right upper arm with your left hand, you pay by entangling one of your own feet in the true one, and then weigh it down as it is.

True to eat moves similar to large outside pruning, not being passive, and being able to hit the back of the head and back on the floor once in a while. Unlike that of Judo, he puts his weight on his arm while deliberately grabbing his neck when defeating his opponent. Not a move to take one. Hundreds of years ago, a move naturally worn in a battlefield filled with blood and mud - a move to kill an aggressively bare-handed and armed opponent when a knife is unavailable.

I'm tired and I don't really want to kill the truth, but if I fight, I have to be serious. At the time of the opponent's bare hands, he was tired and unwilling to use any weapon or technique, but if he was prepared to respond with all his bare hands, even if he was unwilling to kill him, he was also plain to use moves that could lead to death.

Before I lost consciousness, I truly conveyed that thought. Apart from the conditions of reciprocity, the truth was strongly dominated by the emotions of both joy and fear, tirelessly, which had hit an unwilling manifestation of intent at all.

True that consciousness flies again.

"Look, it's true."

Sounds with a nostalgic voice in my true head. In a dream of blown consciousness, a nostalgic face comes to mind. A tiny black man with a nasty smile. But it's the low height, but it's covered with all-body muscle armor, and some people might hesitate to call it small.

"Power and weight far outweigh moves. Any martial arts, a little difference in weight makes a big difference. Gatai's size and weight is a strong element of flesh and bullet warfare. It's a tough story for a skinny chick, like a comic book, to flirt with a muscular giant and defeat him."

Before he says so, there is a white man with muscle mukimuki, who would be superior to 180 in height.

"Look, call me, Andrew."

"Oh, Simon, would you give me a little relief? I hate savage things."

A Macho white man, called Andrew, stabs the nail with a disgusting back voice and hits Simon, a black man more than twice smaller than himself.

The battle followed in an instant. Flirting Andrew as he penetrates, Simon turns around and goes next to Andrew. Furthermore, after taking one arm of Andrew and taking advantage of the momentum he has rammed into, he puts his weight on one arm of Andrew and knocks him down.

"No, ahhh! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! That hurts. Ooh! Come on! Please let me go! Ooh, that hurts!

Andrew screams a shitty scream as Simon sidestiffens him.

"This is the kind of guy who controls rigid and soft. You did a decent job. Then you can't beat a guy with a big little guy first. But it's not like there's no way. Little guys like me and you have gone as far as possible to avoid fighting each other's bare hands, but we really have to assume that when we are forced into such a situation."

That's what I said, shrugged my shoulders, let me spread my hands, and Simon smiles full of tea.

You won't be able to imagine this little man, always loving with Nico, from those who don't know him, such as being held in reverence and awe by his companions and other mercenaries as the strongest mercenaries. But the truth is, in a short mercenary life that lasted only six months, I had never seen a mercenary stronger than him.

It was for a short time, but I truly judge that the dream I had while my consciousness was flying was because of this situation.

(Exactly in the middle of... tasting it. on the side of being controlled)

Rise up and explore if the dreams you just had are a hint to break the situation while your head is still blurry.

In terms of simple physique, power and stamina, you should be older in physical age and bigger in body than tired, and have minutes for the true one who trains every day. I truly know that tiredness has made no movement at all, and thanks to it, Midori lost.

But the tired moves forged in action have not faded. You have to strike a hand that controls the softness that controls the rigidity.

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(It's a fight, so I don't care about the means, and I'm gonna hit him until he loses his roots anyway - I was going to, but I don't know if I can)

True I was going to bump into you directly from the front, but I'm not sure they're going to respond to a fight that's just tough. I'm not taking it, I'm not, I'm avoiding it, I'm seriously crushing it. The only thing that truly suits my tiredness is the battle with my bare hands.

(You did it decently. Then you can't beat someone who's better at moves than you - replace it with. I mean, to make moves - to seal moves...)

Looking at tiredness, I turn my head desperately. Before you get tired of attacking us, give us an answer, or we'll be hit again. I've already been after a lot of damage, and when I took any more damage, I felt like I was going to be unable to stand. I've already come to my feet.

(Poison fog - no, it's not...)

By such despicable means as those used for Midori, we cannot convince ourselves of tiredness.

But the answer came right away. True use of poison fog and so on also comes from the fact that one of the true hobbies is professional appreciations.

(The next time I put it together, I'm looking for it. When the opponent stops moving closely -)

At that time when I finally came up with a way, tiredness stepped all the way to my true eyes at once, sticking out my right elbow at the same time. It's a monkey arm called karate moves.

A tired elbow strikes a steep spot between his nose and mouth, called the crowd. True to remember a definite feeling of broken front teeth with intense impact.

(No... not yet...)

True to hold onto the spot without falling, though fluttering. It was a good opportunity when I was tired, but I was struck by the blow.

(I went in beautifully, but now I'm just a kid or less, so it wasn't a decision.)

Tired, on the other hand, decides that, and Todome intends to make a firm decision with his combined moves, dropping his hips low and jumping truly from low altitude.

He was tired of attempting a set course in comprehensive martial arts: rolling his opponent on a low-altitude tackle, then crossing him on a horseback ride before ravaging him.

But the truth is, he read the tired movement firmly, took it by covering it from the top, turned his arm from the front to the tired neck and pressed it in disappointingly, taking the defense well.

True tightens his tired neck with his arms and remains headlocked from the front, knocking his torso down and weighing in tirelessly to hold him in from the top. Weight and strength are truly higher, but when this happens, tiredness cannot be helped.

(I was assuming a few moves I'd call and their return moves, but you got the easiest guy to deal with.)

True to unintentionally chuckle. He was actually laughing at his expression, not in his head. With a face with missing front teeth, bleeding out of my mouth.

From the truth, when I got tired, I decided that I had to strangle or articulate with a flash of clearance, and I was after it. Thanks. Tired also seemed to have a tendency to prefer throwing moves, but I was also wary of combing moves.

"Gu... gu..."

Tired groans. It's an extremely simple move, but unless the truth lets go, I realize there's nothing more I can do about this.

Are you kidding me? I don't know how much bare hands I fought because I was short of exercise...)

It was humiliating, but I have to admit.

(I think I was caught off guard...)

Some parts of me were judging that I was winning more overwhelmingly. In fact, both skill and experience are better, but that's why wins and losses are not always determined.

Give up, tired slaps his true hand gently. It is a sign of gibberish.

Truth takes his hands off tiredness and rolls to sleep in the big letters.

"I can't move anymore...... But..."

With a rough breath, Truth said.

"I'll do it again when I can move. I'll do it again even if I can't win there. I'll do it until you tell me you're coming home with me, and as long as I live, as long as I don't give up, it's not a defeat."

"Hand and foot bones, shall I break you about four each"

I'm tired of saying it in a mean tone, even when it's frightening.

"Whatever you want. Still, we're just talking about having Yukioka cure us and come back."

True spills a smile. Look at that smile, tired is thrilling.

"Don't run away. I come as many times as I want. Coming as many times as you want. It's not my loss until you give in. Unless you kill me, you won't be my loss."

"I'm already... cheating. That's all they said, and you still can't fight it."

Tearful as tiredness tears, I try to cover and cuddle over the falling true.

"Let me take the trouble. No... I guess I didn't have to work harder than I expected."

I gently poked my tired head in my arms, and the truth was I exhaled and squealed small.

"But I may betray everyone again. Whoever betrays a man once, betrays him as many times as he can. In the end, I'm the type to put me through somehow. Even if you make many sacrifices, betray someone close to you, you're the one who goes through what you want to do. Tachi is worse than Junko in a way. It's more peaceful to keep pulling, isn't it?

Put your own face on your true face and ask tired in a sincere tone.

"Still better than Hiki, you'd say if it was Snowoka. I think it's a problem for both of us."

It was usually true to push my tired face off, but now I didn't even feel like doing so. Sometimes there was no room for that.

"Well, if you do something crazy again, this is how I'm gonna fix it, and I'm gonna teach you the same thing about Snow Oka. I didn't think I'd take care of you even though Snow Oka alone would take care of you."

For some reason I said the truth, wrapped in a sense of nostalgia.

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