Makai Hongi

The troop leader, Gouden, is an evolutionary species of the Auga tribe.

So it's right to call it the Gouden of the Heioga tribe.

The names don't mean anything to a bunch of brain muscles.

The Heioga are larger in body and more capable of all things than the Auga.

"All right, call me from anywhere. Kahaha."

Gouden spread his hands wide to boast a thick chest plate.

You may use this battle, weapons or magic. I mean, if you fight on your own, it's a rule of everything.

But now we're facing each other with our bare hands.

If you fight normally, you won't beat me.

Between me and Gouden, there's a difference that you'll never be able to transcend - a race wall.

"Let's go."

I hold my fist and tighten my sides. Stuffed in time while taking light steps on both legs.

"Come on!

He ducks to get me with both hands and slaps a hook into his flank.

Hard. Gooden's flank was harder than a rock.

I wanted to punch (only) in the face, but I forced myself to hold it in, set a goal on my nose bone and hit the jab in a row.

The recoil makes Gooden look backwards, but it's not working.

On the other hand, Gooden strikes back.

I'll take a big phone punch with my footwork and Sweden.

I poked at the gap and saw a constant jab storm.

Of course, it's not working.

(Foreword, Mother, this battle, it's going to be long)

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It's abrupt, but I have memories of a previous life.

He died just over thirty years old. It's Alasser.

I was single, so there was only one family member to grieve over my death. A mother.

My family was a mother and child family.

My mother is usually sweet but very scared when she gets angry, a normal family everywhere.

The first memory I remember was somehow the landscape watching the children learn at the dojo.

Later I found out that my mother, who worked during the day, was opening me up to the dojo (there).

Ever since I was a kid, I learned Kendo, Judo, Karate, Aikido, etc. in that dojo. I learned something different every day.

The dojo replaced my nursery.

It wasn't long after the dojo owner found out he knew my mother.

That was a bit unusual there, and besides Kendo Judo, there was also a comprehensive martial arts for protective arts, boxsize, yoga and aerobics for young women, and back to work salariers.

I took part in a lot of lessons every day, but I think it was still the dojo owner's influence that allowed me to master quite a few things without being halfway there.

Time flowed, becoming the teaching side from the teaching side, and the dojo owner genuinely said, "Will you succeed me," etc., but in those days the dojo was vaguely laughing and deluding because it had become less chaos chasing the fashion.

"Er today...... the patchwork class starts at 10: 00 in two hours and the social dance starts at 13: 00? I have to clear my desk for lunch break. From seventeen o'clock on the boy kendo...... oh well. Have you had a business English conversation since 19: 00? Yabe, I have to preview it."

Dojo owners moan that they have no successors from day to day, but can anyone cope with such a chaotic curriculum?

I came by every day so I could handle it, but I think it's a normal feeling and I'll escape in three days.

I remember until my mother dropped me off and left the house, checking my schedule.

I found a child trying to cross a red light on the way and called out, "It's dangerous."

But it was only a little late.

The child found a car approaching him and it solidified.

"Whoa, run!

I scream, and... and... and... for some reason now, I'm doing the Orga thing in the demonic world.

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"Are you serious?"

"Unilateral..."

"Lightly embellish the Heioga tribe...... so!?

"That's the undefeated Golan."

"Even in the squad leader class, it's amazing."

The gallery is making noise and saying unsolicited things.

Indeed, I am now unilaterally beating them up in an intact state.

However, the opponent is hi-oga. I still have room, and if I eat one shot, I won't be spared serious injuries.

It's not as dominant as it looks.

"Ha ha, don't do it!

Even if they beat me up, I still look spare.

Hundreds of shots don't look like they put a fist in his face.

I regretted that I applied for an override, backwards of the excitement around me.

The correction by the Orb of Dominance (...) is unexpectedly huge, as are the differences in race.

(Damn, it might have gotten sooner)

When a blow alone won't win or lose, we'll have to use combination or sleep moves.

But it's not like fighting humans on its own.

It doesn't make sense for me to be swept away for meters with a blow from the bottom for taking a mount position.

(The only salvation is that the Heioga can't use magic either)

The Auga and Heioga have no magic in their special skills.

Despite my overwhelming power differences, I am able to fight like this only because of my previous life's knowledge.

Of all the martial arts studied and exhausted to fight, I've been reincarnating since.

(My face is supposed to be steep, but when that doesn't work... what am I supposed to do?

Maybe the difference between me and Gouden is between adults and kids - professional wrestlers and elementary school kids.

Possibly beyond what can be covered by the technology.

(I heard it was a mutant species, so I thought I'd figure it out.)

There are three ways to become an evolutionary species.

The first is how to gain experience. They evolve as they continue to defeat stronger enemies. Or you think you'll live a long time.

The second is to be born as an evolutionary species. Gooden is this.

Gouden's parents are Auga, but they hear he was born as a Heioga.

The last third is very rare (rare) and is produced from nothing.

There is usually only one species of origin (origins). A unique individual.

"Now what..."

Now he's buying time by frustrating his opponent's nose with a low kick.

Apparently, even if you just kick and punch, the Heioga can't be defeated.

Taking any longer would not change the outcome.

"Damn haha... what's next?

He doesn't seem to care if his nose bones are broken and his blood is running.

"... Damn, you're too tough"

How elementary school students beat professional wrestlers.

I jump and jump on both shoulders of Gooden.

"Oh?

He's coming to grab my ankle, but he's not there anymore.

I'm jumping behind him from shoulder to shoulder.

But that's when I wrapped the wire around Gooden's neck. It's the one that was wrapped around my arm.

All you have to do is put on the whole weight and turn his body against it.

Using my hips as a starting point, his body turns back. With the wire still eating into his neck, it took the form of a shrimp.

Gooden spins his hands, but the wire is eating into his neck, and he can't even touch my body.

When I say, I strangle up with the power of the Auga tribe.

I can't get away with shaking my body and trying to escape left or right, because I have wire wrapped around my neck.

And then there's the enduring war. Block the airway and one day it will fall.

I'll do my best, keep strangling.

After a single rampage, Gooden's movements became weaker and, at the end of the day, more adult.

It was strangled.

"... Ugh, is it over"

I untied the wire and rolled it back into my arm.

"Ugh, I did it!

"Wow, I won!

It's an undefeated Golan.

I exhaled, "Oh, boy," approaching the noisy gallery.

I don't want to do this anymore.