I'd say this is the worst.
　War after war, the magic contained in the pendants Suela and the others prepared for you is on the verge of running out of gas.
　And yet you're strangely calm.
　You're not tense with tension.
　Nor are your thoughts running wild.
　On the contrary.

The fact that you can smile is proof that you have room to breathe.

　Enjoying the status quo.
　Once the magic runs out, you'll be nothing more than a disciplinarian.

　Ooh-oh-oh!

　I'm in danger of being killed by the giant demon that's moving in front of me, and yet my mouth has a smile on it.
　Is this also a way to push the envelope?
　It's not something you'd want to challenge over and over again, but my heart is craving for the time.
　If you overcome this predicament, you can go further.
　I'm hoping for that possibility.
　Is that why?

"Click, click.

　Out of my mouth is a hollow laugh transferred from that demon and the immortal.
　And the thrill of elation in my chest.
　Ah, that feels good.
　In spite of the fact that it's early in the year and I'm cleaning up after all this, despite the fact that just a few minutes ago I was hoarding my resentment.
　As soon as I found out that I could get rid of it, I felt like this.
　It feels really good to be able to take out all of the things you've been looking at that were so depressing to you, and now you can take them out on your opponent.

"Strong opponent, big guy, nice. Yeah, really good.

　Despite the thoughts that were earlier about getting it over with, now you're thinking about having fun.
　Humming a tune, I move forward with slow but steady steps.
　The demon may have caught my figure and is slowly looking at me.

Don't glare at me. Who am I to argue? You and I are enemies, so it's no wonder people look at us like that. Okay, save me the trouble.

　Hostility, or perhaps the defensive instinct, to defeat a harmful opponent.
　The instinct to defeat a harmful opponent?
　Making a sound to match its massive body, the chain, composed of another non-metallic nanica, emits a sound that suggests it's just as heavy as it looks and turns its body toward me.

"And then?　What about you, you'll die in there.

　I remembered that the fight was about to begin, and I turned around a little bit.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find the girl who saved you during the tentacle fiasco and threw you behind her when the fuss was temporarily over.
　The Oni girl, I believe the blue ogre was called Haruna, but she was not named.
　You'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.
　The demoness may have lost her temper, or maybe she didn't expect this to happen, but she just sat there and looked at the giant demon in astonishment.

Why this, this, this, this is what we've been trying to do: ......

　Demonesses who bemoan something like gibbering, whose words show that this reality is not the desired result.

......

　I'm wondering for a moment what I should do, seeing the demoness crying even though she's not crying, but in the end, I can't say anything, but at least step forward so as not to get involved in this fight.
　A kind-hearted man would have a kind word or two to say, but I don't have the words to say to an opponent who was an enemy just a few minutes ago, taking part in an act of terrorism.
　I chuckle inwardly at the possibility of being called narrow-minded.
　On top of that, she is mentally weak of the opposite s*x.
　A man with a sense of justice would have comforted her, and a man who was honest in his greed would have said kind words with a hidden ulterior motive, but I'm none of those things.
　I understand justice, but I don't sympathize.
　Before making ulterior motives, I have three fiancées who could be called beautiful women of different kinds. So I have no reason to say a word in that direction either.
　So you just wave your hand as if to say, "Do what you want.
　Some may call me heartless.
　But there's a reason for my attitude.

　"Phew. ......

　Both comforting and reprimanding can only be said because you know the other person to some extent and the relationship has been established.
　I don't think the demon woman of today is looking for comfort on the surface.
　It's easy to tell her it's not her fault and to do her best without knowing anything.
　It's hypocrisy to say, "Work hard and don't stop," without understanding anything.
　What's the use of such superficial words.
　What consolation is that?　Guilt diminished?　Both are nothing more than complacency.
　I would rather walk away quietly than do that.
　So I would go forward in silence and do what I can.
　I believe that actions are more right here than words.
　If we leave this demon in a state of confusion, tomorrow's front page will be an occult story brought back to the present.
　I don't want to see that side of the story.
　Maybe Kirie will take care of it, but that doesn't mean you can just leave it there with that possibility in mind.
　To begin with, it might spill over into the company if you let it happen.

Hey.
?

　The only thing I'm going to burn is a little meddling.

"Watch and learn.

　To this broken-hearted demoness.

The demon I know taught me how to fight.

　Just as the instructor spoke with his back, I should strive to imitate his back.
　These words came out naturally and my mouth loosened, but it's not a sense of shame such as embarrassment.
　I'm not speaking from the heart, but I'm not speaking from the heart.


　I'm going to try to lay it all out, but I'm really excited to be able to fight an enemy like this.
　Part of me thinks it's a shame that there's a time limit
　There are days when I talk about hassle and bother, and that heart is not a lie.
　But there is a part of me that enjoys it as well.
　I think it's funny, but it will be interesting to see what the ratio of these feelings will be in the future.

"Well, Yarka.

　I think it's another emotional switch I've made in me.
　I dare not interrupt my daily life with my thoughts by saying them.
　But then something else jumps into my thoughts.

"Oh, what are you going to do?
"Huh? I told you earlier.

　The demoness, who was stunned a moment ago, approached me.
　I don't understand.
　Amidst a scene you don't want to understand, did my behavior catch your eye?
　It's understandable if you're running away.
　It's understandable to be stunned.
　It's understandable to give up.
　But the demoness looked at me in disbelief as I took the choice to confront her.

It's a fight. It's like an idiot going straight and blowing your opponent away. It's the best time.

　That's why I'm going to turn around and answer with a strong smile on my face to the demoness who can't accept the reality in front of her.
　It's a good idea to have a ferocious one to tell you not to interrupt my fun.
　The demoness can't believe her words.
　I can understand and sympathize with that emotion.
　After all, I was definitely on that side of the fence last year.
　You laugh once, and then switch your mind and make your fighting spirit rise again.

　Goooooooooooooooooooo!

　The giant demon senses this atmosphere and glares at me.

It's become a big product, isn't it?

　Guru Oooh

"What, you can't even talk to me because of that collar?　It's lonely, man.

　My heart is beating faster and faster as I look up and call out to him.
　Slowly he steps closer to get in time with me.
　All the while, my heart is beating faster and faster as I move forward, step by step.
　The distance between the giant demon and me is about fifty meters.

How does it feel to have a mouth that can only growl?　How does it feel to be in a situation where you can't get your wish granted?

　Graaa!

　Agitation upon agitation, and finally the attack came.
　It's not a good idea to be able to move your body, and it's annoying that you can't move, but you still raise your fist and slam it into the ground, as if you want to kill me.

You can't help but wonder how you're related to such a large product.　Should I seriously go pay you off next time?

　Lately, or rather, I feel like I've been fighting a big guy to finish off every time.
　I'm used to it, and there's no reason to be afraid of just being big.
　I'll keep a cool face as the storm and shattered rocks assault me.
　The rock falls in front of me, and it doesn't faintly move when it flies across my face at the same speed as a bullet.
　There is no way such a randomly wielded fist attack would be convenient.
　It doesn't matter if the attack is visible and responsive.
　Even if the trajectory of the attack was to hit, the attack would only be a pebble on the body, not a fatal blow to the face or any other place, the rock would not hit me and fly backward, and even if the storm that was created would try to blow my body away.

"Shit, the cigarette's gone.

　The fire of the cigarette that Seijo was holding in his mouth was broken by the wind and the fire was extinguished.
　You'll be able to get a better idea of what you're looking for.
　I put the butt into my portable ashtray, which I carry as a smoker's etiquette, and looked at the giant demon, smiling with satisfaction at the devastation I had just created.
　Then the gaze that had been directed at the devastation turned to me.
　A condescending, small, meager and mocking smile appears on its lips.

"...... is easy to understand,

　The stare is no longer familiar, that man does not doubt his superiority.
　And he does not doubt his victory.
　Lick, lick, lick.
　The laziness, the arrogance, the carelessness.

And thank goodness.

　The more you let your opponent's guard down, the safer we become.
　And if the treaty changes to impatience, we'll have even more of a chance to win.

So let's get to it.

　First of all, its pride .

I'm going to have to punch you in the lick face.

　Blow him away.
　Kick the ground lightly with a thud, aim at the slightest moment when the opponent is caught off guard and conscious, near the opponent's face, standing knees, so it's not so high, is it twenty meters?
　At that height, you can fly close to his face with no problem.

Oraa!

　The smile that had been on your face earlier has been replaced by the question of why you're there, and your eyelids widen as you see my reflection in your eyes.
　You try to quickly defend yourself, but it's too late.
　I wouldn't really use a phone punch like this, but for now, I prefer power over ease of application.
　Take a large swing and instantly activate your magic crests.
　The moment it is swung, it creates a foothold at your feet with magical power and doubles the power, and this is the blow I can deliver with all my might without help.
　It's like when the giant demon's cheek strikes the surface of the lake with an impact, causing ripples.
　The sound of the blow echoes in place as it lags behind the impact with a bang.
　The head of the giant demon is forcibly twisted and blown off, its posture collapsing as it is.
　The giant body slides on the ground with a dada dada dada, and the chain that connects the limbs and extends from the camp is taut, stopping the giant body from sliding any further.


　Thanks to this, it is in a strange posture, and the giant demon is stunned for a moment, as if it doesn't understand what has happened, but then it realizes what has happened and gets up with a furious expression on its face.

　Goooooooooooooooooooooo!

　A roar of rage that is bellowing for the world to hear.
　It's a roar that strokes your skin, but I just laugh more ferociously at it.
　It's a good idea to get up and run to avoid the foot of the giant demon that is about to crush you with all its weight.

It's the only thing that's amazing about you, isn't it?

　The scene was the same as before.
　The giant demon, who has fallen to the ground again, can't believe it, or refuses to believe it, and rises to its feet and screams out a spirited yell.
　This time, as if to provoke it, I beckoned it to come to me, and it showed its anger as if it was in a rage.
　This time, he comes down with a huge fist that slams down like it's about to break the ground.

It's so light!

　I also give a spirited effort, this time not avoiding it, but striking back with my fist in a head-on attack.
　How many times larger is the difference in the size of the fist, the size of the fist alone is enough to cover more than half of my body.

What's the matter, what's the matter?　I'm still here!

　It is a very good idea to have a good idea of what you want to do with it.

You need to be more patient. ！！！！！！

　Not thinking about avoiding each and every shot.
　The act of outrunning your opponent's attacker, showing off that you are stronger than he is, looking forward to seeing him outstrip you.
　It is a fight.
　The act of knocking down a huge body, and the act of fighting, may be a habit of combat maniacs.
　But as if to tell myself that this is good, I'm going to use my remaining magic power, the calm part of my mind inside my hot body comes to a conclusion.
　The stance, the deadly stance shown by your instructor when you challenged Mushiko's dungeon in the past.
　No, it might not be a stance.
　It's just following your instincts and delivering a blow that's easy to strike, just as powerful, and just as good for defeating your opponent.
　The strongest strike of the demon that is seared into my eyes.
　How did the giant demon see me when I took that stance?
　Was I just a human trying to attack?
　Or was it ...... no need to think about such things?

Well, it's a shame, but it's over.

　Suela, Memoria, and Himik, using the magic power entrusted to them, and the full power of the magic crests.
　The genuine final blow.
　The giant demon, struck back over and over again, was baffled as if to say, "Who the hell are you?

Are you ready?　What, don't worry. All we have to do now is just go straight in and punch him.

　I don't care what they're going through.

But the instructor told me directly.

　Breathing, footwork, use of joints, foot to arm interlocking, refining it, plus making the most of the magic crests' abilities .

'Be thankful . I'm going to beat that twisted guts out of you with this blow!

　A human defeats an ogre with a single blow learned from an ogre.
　How ironic that was.
　He throws everything into the blow with a smile.
　Through the wind?　It's not that gentle.
　Crushing, the event created by the fist thrusts forward, crushing everything and piercing the opponent's thick chest plate.
　A single, concentrated impact is unleashed.

Ah, that felt good.

　The blow that ended it all.
　A huge hole in my heart, while I was thinking about it.
　It's not nearly as bad as your blow.

Ox, ditto.

　As soon as he landed, his magic power ran out and the giant demon was defeated.
　The hulking body would never rise again as he lit a cigarette for an after-work smoke, leaving the scene behind.


　Word of the Day

　Sometimes, depending on how well you manage, you can get by with less material left.