"Hmph, it's not your turn to say this for a small character like you. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"It's my freedom to make something, so it's my will to name it."

"That's right. It was a complete failure indeed. ”

"But even if it was a failure, I was proud from the bottom of my heart, my son."

"As the bastard dad of that stupid son, I can't ignore it."

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The strength of the teenager is only in the literal sense after all.

It's like a little kid trying to cram more into a giant container.

Pour everything you know into the limited shell of the boy.

It is impossible for man to surpass God, so there is a limit to man.

The unliberated teenager was crushed by his own strength, collapsed, and finally went berserk.

The boy who couldn't control himself was stronger than ever, like a puppet, dominated by power.

Even the knowledge gained is gradually fading away in the rampage,

-- Failure.

The boy didn't understand why the word was on him until the end.

That's right, even when he was finally destroyed, the boy always believed that he was normal and perfect.

Why?

With a twisted mind and doubts that can never be understood. Youth, ushered in death

And then—

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“…… It looks like I had a strange dream. ”

The teenager who woke up on the beach struggled to open his eyes.

"Here it is—" The boy tried to look around, but couldn't.

Rumble!! The earth-shattering sound shook the entire beach, and the scenery in the boy's field of vision changed like a rolling ball.

- I shouldn't say he's a ball now.

“……………… Ah, come to think of it, my body is gone, to block that attack. ”

Regeneration, restoration, activation

Get it on. The boy, who moved his hands and feet and got back to his feet, began to look around—but before that.

"Let's solve the clothes problem first."

Syllable! The boy clasped his hands together and pressed them on the beach. The sand of the beach begins to gradually break down into basic elements within a circle of a specific range, and then in a certain order, thus recombining. Soon, a barely visible piece of men's clothing appeared in a circular sand pit.

"Phew-the first time I did this, it was quite successful, the name is alchemy? Anyway, what is the meaning of those postures just now, obviously you can use them as long as you touch them...... In short, the conditioned reflex is made. ”

After patting the clothes and putting them on by two, the boy began to really look around.

The surroundings can be described as miserable.

Ninety percent of the sand on the beach has been peeled off, the mud below has been swept over in a wide area, as if the entire bay is about to be cut in two, and the volcanic potholes have almost reshaped the entire seaside terrain, and the original pleasant scenery has long been partially present. The most important thing was that the sights were only the angel's water wings, thirty-six of the tens of thousands of blades that had been split into them, which were not stopped by the boy.

“…… That's all good. ”

What kind of power could make the boy say this sentence with relief?

"Although I already said hello to Miss before I was hit again...... But is it really okay? ”

The boy was slightly uneasy to look for the figures of the archangel and the Divine Split, because the target he was looking for was very large, and the young man found the figure of the Divine Crack at once.

The situation in which God cracks the fire weave - very bad, very bad.

The distance between the Divine Rift and the power of the Gods is ten meters. In other words, the Divine Crack cannot attack the power of the God, but the power of the Divine can attack the Divine Crack.

And under the angel's quick combo, God Crack didn't even have time to retract the long knife he had drawn back into its scabbard. Unable to use the sword drawing technique that he was good at, the god crack had to swing the long knife to defend with all his might. Anyone who looks at it knows that God Crack is at a disadvantage.

The boy raised his right hand at the angel.

“……………… The sun that feels the non-existence of the sun's rays + photosynthesis that converts all the light it receives into energy + a child's fantasy that releases the energy in its body in any form + a fool's balance that only causes damage to the designated target + an emergency dispatch that completes the above actions in an instant + laughs out loud that shrinks the attack range to a minimum = in short, the sun's flame that vaporizes everything in front of you. ”

Rumble!!! The only star in the entire galaxy, whose heat is compressed into a pillar of light with a radius of just one meter, strikes the angel. The rush of light wiped out the originally fragmented bay, and the sand and earth evaporated into ubiquitous air without a trace under the overwhelming scorching heat.

"―――――――― lk tsk!"

God's eyes rolled. The purest light in the world forced the angels to stop their pursuit of the Divine Rift, and countless walls of water and ice wings blocked the pillars of light. The ensuing collision blew everything around it away, and the resulting water vapor enveloped the entire prefecture.

"Damn, I didn't expect it to be so powerful! It's different from what I expected, so I just need to get the other party's attention. Well, it's better this way, anyway, go to Miss. For some reason, the boy who had become stronger threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind and ran towards the Divine Crack. Although the huge water mist caused visibility to plummet, it was not a big problem for the teenagers. After a while, he found the god crack fire weaving who was taking this opportunity to rest.

"Hey, Godcrack, you're alright—what's wrong with you?"

The boy found that the flesh of the god was cracked and the fire was sweating like a fever.

"It's okay...... Just messing around a little bit and taking a break. By the way, what happened to your hands? ”

God Crack asked, looking at the boy's regenerative and burning hands.

"Huh? Ah, because the attack just now converted all the energy in the body into heat, the hand that was the launch port was naturally burned to the point that there was not even a slag left, and because the residual heat in the body was still burning, the regeneration was slower. Shaking off his charred hand, all tissues except for the newly regenerated bones, the boy looked in a certain direction—it was the direction in which Kamijo Danma had fled with Kamijo Daoya, and its destination was probably the guesthouse.

The boy remembered that there was someone who wasn't here.

"By the way, where did the yellow-haired man named Tuyumen Yuanchun go?"

"Who knows?" God Crack smiled wryly. "Well, he was originally a person with this kind of personality. Sticking to his philosophy of betrayal at all times, even if he doesn't leave it alone, he will find a way to survive in his own way. ”

"Hmph~~~ I think he looks like he's going to stab someone in the back." The boy muttered to himself. "By the way, who do you think will win if Kamijo fights with Tsuchigomon?"

"Tsuchigomon." God's cracked answer was without hesitation. "Although I admire that boy's perseverance and determination, unfortunately, if it were a duel, it would definitely be Doomon who won."

Just like the ace pitcher of the elementary school baseball team, he will not be the opponent of a real professional baseball player.

It's like the head of the National Judo Club, no matter how much he can't beat the Olympic gold medalist.

"Really? I don't think so. Or rather, it won't be that simple. The boy was noncommittal to the answer.

"Oh? How so? ”

"How can a supporting role win the protagonist."

“？ What do you mean? ”

"I don't know."

Rumble!! The huge storm blew away all the water mist around it.

“lhi…… Ru, gaisjcaki!! ”

The angel, who was still unharmed even by that kind of attack, roared at the boy, even if he didn't understand it.

"Alright, looks like the intermission is over."

The young man shook his right hand, which had been regenerated, and said helplessly.

"There's no way, that's all we can do. But in other words, only we can do that. ”

Shen Crack held the hilt of the knife and said relaxedly.

“…… Think so, too. The boy laughed.

The wings of the city strike again.

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Kamijo was falling to the ground in an extremely embarrassed posture.

Both wrists flutter irregularly. My head loses balance and I don't know which way to stand up. As soon as the strength of the abdomen is relaxed, the contents of the stomach pouch seem to flow backwards.

“…… Woo...... Yes......!! ”

Kamijo desperately wants to get back on his feet.

Although I could barely move a finger, I still wanted to stand up again.

"It's useless, Ah Shang. Because of the structure of the human body, there are some parts of the body that cannot be strengthened no matter how much you train. For more information, please refer to the new book of dissolution. ”

The sound of the Tsuchigomon rang out from above Kamijo.

"......---......"

Kamijo looked up at the formidable foe who was looking down on him.

Three seconds. This is the total length of the duel between Tsuchijo and Tsuchimon, which is to prevent Tsuchigomon from killing the night of the sword that accidentally caused the angel to fall.

(Available...... Evil......! ）

Kamijo glared fiercely at the back of Tsuchigomon, gritting his teeth and trying to stand up. But when my wrists moved, I was shaking and couldn't support my weight at all. And there is an illusion that if you push too hard, blood will drain from the head.

Even so, I had to stand up.

You have to stand up!

"That's enough."

Suddenly, Kamijo heard someone talking to him.

It's not the sound of the Tsuchigomon.

Rather, it was more gentle, faintly with a powerful voice. It was the voice of the father.

"That's enough, don't stand up again, be numb. You shouldn't be hurt by this. ”

"Well, it seems that Ah Shang's father is a very knowledgeable person."

Kamijo couldn't see Tsuchigomon's expression, but he could feel that he was smiling.

However, in the face of such an earthen gate,

The last knife night did not have the slightest timidity.

"I don't know the ins and outs, but you can do whatever you want with me, but you are not allowed to do anything to Dangma, and Dangma has nothing to do with this matter. No, even if it's related, I will never let you do it again. ”

“…… Oh? ”

Tsuchiomon made an excited sound.

Knife Night should not be afraid. Dao Ye is just an office worker, a layman among laymen, not to mention expert-level battles, and even the fights in the alleys should make him tremble with fear.

"I repeat, don't do it again. I will not allow it, I will never allow it. If you do, I will never let you go for the rest of my life. Listen, it's a lifetime. ”

But Dao Ye said such things in front of a real magician.

There is no need to give reasons. The only reason is that Daoya thinks that this is the attitude that a father should have.

"Ridiculous. Do you think that anger alone can win against me? ”

"I don't think so." Dao Ye laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I'm just an ordinary middle-aged person. My lungs and liver have been damaged by cigarettes and alcohol, and my whole body has begun to have problems due to lack of exercise, which is quite troublesome to me. ”

But the night of the knife still stared at the magician.

Didn't look away, didn't turn his eyes, stared head-on.

"But I will never forgive you. Even if I can't beat you, even if I lose countless times, I won't forgive you. Because I'm a layman, I don't know how to measure and I don't have room for negotiation. Whether it's decades or centuries, I'll chase you. Even if I die and turn to bones, I will never let you go. Listen, if you don't understand, I'll tell you something. ”

Kamijo said, taking a step as if provocatively.

In order to stand on an equal footing with the magician Dogomon Motoharu.

"I'm the father of Kamijo Dangma. I'm proud to be his father. ”

Kamijo heard the words.

I started thinking about it in my heart.

Last knife night is a guy who only buys some strange souvenirs all day long, and at such an old age, he still flirts with his mother (these two days with Intix), and looks very unreliable. For the problems that Kamijo encountered, such as memory loss or things in the wizarding world, he must not be able to help at all. To be honest, in terms of wrist strength, this man is not as good as any middle school student, and there is no need to expect him to perform in battle.

But Kamijo Daoya is Kamijo's father.

Who could be stronger and more reliable than a father?

“……！”

So how can Kamijo sit idly by?

How can you watch your father being killed by a magician and sit idly by?

（…… I will never ...... ）

Kamijo's lips moved. The self-talk that couldn't make a sound rang in Uejo's heart.

His fingers moved slightly.

（…… Let you do this...... ）

Kamijo clenched his teeth tightly, forcing the muscles that no longer accepted commands like broken threads to move again.

Grasp the floor with your fingers, gradually increasing the force.

(I won't let you do that!) ）

There seemed to be a cracking sound inside Kamijo's body.

But Kamijo didn't mind. Anyway, my body doesn't feel much pain now.

He was in a prostrate position, barely holding his upper body up.

"Stop! When hemp! ”

Dao Ye spoke out to stop it. Even in the face of a real magician, Kamijo Daoya, who can intently say the declaration of war, seems to be about to cry at any moment when he sees the scarred Kamijo.

"Don't worry about Dad. From the conversation you just had, Dad knew that he had done something very excessive. So, when hemp you don't have to stand up anymore. ”

Listening to Daoya say such words with such a sad expression, Kamijo couldn't give up even more.

Kamijo vibrated irregularly like a doll with a gear off, making it impossible for Daoya to look at it anymore.

"Enough. Even if you fight with your life to save me, no one will benefit. So, when hemp you don't stand up. Please, that's ......"

"What's on...... Joke ......"

Kamijo interrupted Daoya's words.

Facing Dao Ye, who showed a surprised expression, Kamijo gritted his teeth and said:

"Here are the redeemed ones. As long as you live, I'll be happy!! ”

Time stops in the body of the knife night. The expression on my father's face disappeared.

Isn't that simple?

No matter what, Kamijo Dangma hopes that Kamijo Daoya can live.

Because Dao Ye didn't do anything wrong.

Of course, it is not that there is no malice to avoid responsibility for one's actions, and this is clear. In the current situation, there is no time for people to sort out their responsibilities, and this is also very clear.

However, Dao Ye really didn't do anything wrong.

The last knife night is just to protect the child.

It's that simple.

It's as simple as that!

"Woo............"

Although Kamijo's feet couldn't move at all from a medical point of view, he still desperately poured his strength into his feet, a will to get up even if he turned into a corpse.

Kamijo's eyes were fixed on the magician who was looking down at him.

- Listen, if you don't understand, I'll tell you something.

- I'm the son of Kamijo Toya. I am proud to be his son!

"Oh...... Oh, oh, ah ”

Just like that, Kamijo stood up with a roar.

The mere act of standing up made the musculoskeletal visceral blood vessels in Shangjo's body scream at the same time.

But so what?

These things can't be a reason to hinder Shangjo Dangma from standing up.

Like a wounded beast, Kamijo glared at the enemy in front of him.

The enemy in front of you.

No more fear, no more despair.

Kamijo wants to defeat the enemy in front of him with his own hands.

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