The leaves of the trees and plants swayed in a cool breeze, Yoshio and Fleep were looking at each other with their eyes. While Yoshio exhaled and exhaled slowly, Fleep rushed towards him and tried to punch with his right hand, Fleep grabbed his fist with his left hand and hit him hard with his right hand against his stomach, Yoshio jumped backward, vomiting blood from his mouth, but as he grabbed his hand, Fleep did not let it fly towards himself. He withdrew his hand and hit his head with a strong blow with his right leg, this time flying backward with his head bleeding, hitting the tree with his back and fell unconsciously forward with the impact of the impact, the tree, whose trunk was broken due to the impact, began to fall on Yoshio. While Yoshio struggled to stand still, his left hand was supported and his right hand was thrown aside, avoiding the fall of the tree.

Fleep: I think I should congratulate you, you've managed to withstand my blows and still stand up.

Yoshio with a hoarse voice and blood vomiting from his mouth.

Yoshio: Keep your jokes to yourself.

Yoshio had begun to think confidently that he was going to die, but he had not forgotten that to get back home he had to strengthen, even though his cold personality, he remembered his warm family. After mild mental cloudiness, I think it was because of a knee blow to the head? Yoshio was trying to stand with his head bent forward, holding his knee, and his eyes were wide open after he got up a little, which was due to the Fleepin kick in his face. After Fleep Yoshio hit him hard in the face, Yoshio's eyes had turned white as if his consciousness was briefly gone by the kick, and he was flying backward by hitting the trees that had begun to fly back quickly.

Fleep: Remember that your opponent will never wait for you, even if you are on the ground, your work is done and you are coward, your enemy will never pity you.

As Yoshio turned round, he crashed into a rock and fell into his void and couldn't understand himself. What should he do? How could he beat him?

Yoshio: I think I lost, ..... No, I can't lose here, not now.

An Alien Voice: Stop being cowardly.

Yoshio: It's the same sound I've heard before, but… sure. Haa !! How I forgot this.

Yoshio realized at that moment that if there was no fighting technique to beat him, he had the sword he bought from the gunsmith. Yoshio got stuck in the rock and stood up, slow and wounded. He began to notice when he took a gentle breath and then began to slowly take his sword out of his back. The dark aurora of the sword came from Yoshio's hand half the size of his arm, the sword, which was twelve, suddenly weighed as heavy as fifty kilos, his foot was constantly strained by the blows, Yoshio had plunged into the ground and kneeled forward.

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Fleep: Are you kneeling in front of me to forgive your life. HAAHHAHAAHA !!

Yoshio: AH !!

Yoshio was able to stand up again.

Yoshio: I will not give up !! I can do that.

Yoshio raised the sword with all his might, and with a downward swing, there had been a blast of dark wind towards Fleep, as if it were a giant storm. Fleep went back in surprise. Yoshio with a slight smile.

Yoshio I won't-I think your feet wanted to take a stroll.

Fleep: Surprise me a little bit, I admit it will never happen again.

Fleep recognized the sword in Yoshio's hand, taking a running position and leaping towards Yoshio, suddenly striking the throat that appeared in Yoshio's hand, and Yoshio held the sword forward with a sudden reflex and took a step backward, plunging the sword into Fleep's throat like a spear. Yoshio thought so, Fleep threw the sword from Yoshio's hand by squeezing the sword from his throat with his jaw, and Yoshio would turn his head aside while Fleep threw the sword aside, calling himself a chance and punched Fleep's jaw Fleep gently backed his head with the effect of the fist he ate on Fleep's jaw. Getting angry when he left, Yoshio threw parked(hitting under his chin) with his left hand, while Yoshio jumped into the air while he kicked Fleep under his chin with his right foot, and they both flew to the side.

Fleep: (Attack: Creating a seal> level one = Contextual seal)

Yoshio: Haa !!

Fleep had fallen to the ground with Yoshio tied like a rope, losing his balance, Yoshio noticed Fleep was being kind to him, realizing it was a simple spell. When Yoshio was slightly unconscious after hitting the rock, he thought of talking with the sword.

Sword: If you want to control me, don't lean on this, if you can bear my weight I will see you as my master!

Yoshio: HAA !! OK.

The sword noticed that Yoshio had a monster lying inside, and this monster was stronger than him ...

And that frightened him, although Yoshio didn't notice, he had huge red eyes behind him that he didn't see. The sword was tied with Yoshio by blood, the sword's name was written on the back of the wrist and Yoshi's name was written on the sword. They had completed their agreement so that the text would appear every time he called out.

Yoshio was tied up, pointing with his hand slightly tied towards his sword, with the writing on his wrist, the sword came towards him, cutting off Fleep's spell. Fleep confused, Yoshio looking, Yoshio getting up and running towards Fleep, Quickly striking the sword on the side of his belly, Fleep had gone slightly forward, Yoshio raised his sword upward, showing a grin with his face bloody, to Fleep Fleep was staring, astonished to collect Mihoi in his hand, Yoshio was about to strike hard towards Yoshio, while Yoshio now slumped to the left, falling from the loss of blood. Fleep with a smile, looking at Yoshio lying on the ground.

Fleep: I accept you as my student. But first, we need to heal you, luckily I know someone.

Looking at the sky, Fleep realizes that it is night, with Yoshio in his arms, and continues to look at the sky again with a questioning question under the shining moonlight.

Fleep: When time tells us what to do, it gives us more time than an idea, but would we have an idea if there were none? Or are we slaves of time?