No matter how tired Historia is, she is a succubus. It is common knowledge that the stronger you are, the more difficult it is to capture them alive. In addition, the regressor expressed his doubts when he saw Historia tied to nothing but chains.
“By the way, did you really catch it? Did you use any suspicious numbers or anything suspicious?”
“Did you not see it? Is it because I, wearing strong full body armor, confidently traps the opponent and then drives Lia?”
'I saw it. The last attack was pretty smooth. It flowed like water, as if it had been summed in advance.'
Oh returner. It's been a long time coming
It was an action that I set the sum in advance to recover my miserable practical score. Originally, it was a screenplay in which I was barely defeated, but today, Historia collapsed on her own.
He has prepared his own excuses for this. I said with a smirk.
“I don’t know if you know, but I was actually in class with Leah. We used to fight together. Qigong is much weaker, but Chessik's weaknesses are well known. Right, Leah?”
Historia, who was supposed to strike a match at the right time, was watching languidly. I creaked the chains in my hands, begging for an answer. Historia opened her eyes as if waking up from her sleep and nodded her head.
“Oh, well.”
“Look. He says he's right.”
haha. Even the trainer was tricked by this. Can you really tell from a distant squint?
At that time, he muttered a cigarette boringly, and Historia spit out.
“day off. fire.”
“Ah, here.”
He lit the fire with ceremonial magic. When there was something to soothe her boredom, Historia took a sip with satisfaction. As she swung her ignited fingers, her regressor's suspicions deepened.
“Sergeant, aren’t you strangely proud? It feels like something was caught on purpose.”
“yes? You mean you were caught on purpose? to me?”
“okay. The musketeer surrendered so docilely. There must be some plot.”
half the answer. To be precise, I did the trick. It was a sharp point, but suddenly the regressor pretended to be sharp, so I was a bit skeptical.
I pretended to be proud of myself and shouted like someone pierced by something.
“what? Then the fact that I suppressed Historia is just a fake performance that I deliberately got along with from the other side? Is that what you mean?”
This was an approach that the regressor never expected. It was so unexpected that the returnee who was looking at him with suspicion was startled.
'What? You hear this, like that?'
“I mean, not that. reasonable doubt.”
“A reasonable doubt? Are you just suspicious of yourself? Do you want to put me down like that?”
'This guy is completely offended, so he's taking it crookedly!'
I didn't feel bad at all. For some reason, you pretend to be sharp, so I don't know. Did I tease you too much, should I stop… .
'Is that just the problem? Like a moth?'
cancellation. I will go till the end.
The bewildered regressor lowered his voice to persuade me and said:
“There is something suspicious.”
“What is winning? I'm a loser and a criminal, so you don't believe in what I've accomplished?”
“No, if you wanted to run away, you wouldn’t have to jump off the meta-conveyor belt. It's strange that you got caught… .”
“for a moment! What if you tell me! Mr Shay. You're teaching the prisoners how to escape!”
“oh!”
At my point, the regressor hastily shut my mouth. She looked carefully at Historia, and lowered her voice to blur her words.
“no way. Didn't the military make a plan while sending the army general? You know that too.”
'I see… ji? I didn't really teach you how to escape, did you?'
Ohh. That's right. I glanced at Historia… I was going to Historia still had a drowsy face, but in her eyes there was a slight glint of playfulness that she had not seen in a long time.
Historia pursed her lips with a cigarette.
“Oh, there was a way. Thanks for letting me know, sweetie. As you pointed out, I will consider it as a way to escape when surveillance is low.”
“Eh?!”
This is a real support shot. As Historia naturally tunes in, I went one step further.
“Wow! Now, are you divulging secrets to the enemy in order to undermine my major? You are a spy! I can't. You must report it to the police immediately!”
“no! I'm not a spy… for a moment! In the first place, the body is being chased by the military, but what does it have to do with being a spy or a public security officer!”
The regressor who screamed, looked towards Historia this time. Historia was still standing still with a shameless face.
'Hey, are you pretending you don't know to make fun of me, or are you just kidding me… ! One thing is for sure, the musketeer and that guy are equally pissed off! Guess who's not the motive!'
If Historia makes fun of you, that's probably not your problem. He said he was only good at defending, but it seems that he has developed into accepting others rather than digging into them in conversations.
In any case, Historia seemed so relaxed and calm that it was hard to think of a prisoner. He even knew how to escape.
The contemplating returner opened the space and rummaged through the pockets.
“anyway! you are a prisoner I don't know what you're thinking, but if you're a supremacist, you'll get rid of the chain somehow. So I’m going to tie this up again.”
The regressor screamed, and what he pulled out of his pocket was a thin, long thread that seemed to have been painted alternately in green and gold. I asked, noticing the identity of the silky luster.
“Are you Cheonjamsa?”
“right. It is tough, hard, and has the property of absorbing pore, so no matter how much qigong is blown in, it only gets stronger and doesn't break. You have to have something like this to tie up a musketeer.”
Wow, that's precious. Since I couldn't find a lot of supplies even at Cheonuimubong, Sefi complained to me about making a cloth with cheonjamsa.
The returner unwrapped a skein of Cheonjamsa and held it with both hands. Cheonjamsa, which was pulled one after another, made a threatening sound as it slashed the air.
“That would be good for you too, musketeer. Even though Cheonjamsa is tough, it won't hurt because it's not as hard as a chain… as far as When I have no intention of running away from you.”
“Hmm. I'm a prisoner, so do whatever you like.”
“great. Hughes, release the chains.”
“You don’t have to.”
Historia, who held the cigarette tightly, broke the chain with strength. A terrifying sound was heard, and broken and broken chains fell to the back of Historia.
Even after breaking the chain with his arm, Historia's arm was left with only a small red mark.
“Whoa. It hurts.”
Without a single pain, Historia was terrified.
The reason humans cannot throw off the chain is that the chain is stronger than the body. No matter how strong the force, if the body is weaker than the chains, the first to be crushed are the flesh and blood.
The same is true for qigongs who have achieved dryness. It doesn't make your body hard just by pouring the qigong into it. Even if they get stronger, that power will hurt themselves too, so if they are chained, they can't get out of it with half-hearted determination. This is why the military uniform was created.
However, the calculation method is slightly different from the person who has the persimmon (坎). If you can strengthen the body itself by enclosing the qigong inside the body, common sense doesn't work anymore.
Even if you fall from a height with your naked body, you are safe, and even if you tore a straitjacket with your own strength or break a chain, the skin is lightly pressed. In an essential sense, it transcends humans, reaching the level of superhumans.
Beyond that, if I can reach you… . From then on, even superhumans were exceeded.
The returner clicked his tongue briefly.
'At that age, I've achieved strength and a sense of humor. I reached Lee. I just touched it a little… . Shit, what is God doing? If you're going to give me a comeback… .'
After a brief thought, the returnee murmured.
“… huh. Also. You could break it at any time.”
“don't worry. It was because I had lost all my strength before.”
After rubbing her wrist, Historia looked at the regressor through the cigarette smoke flowing out. Her smoke rose into the sky, but her historia's eyes sank even further.
'Huey is also Hugh, but what the hell is that? Reports say he himself entered Tantalus. It's not the military's secret weapon, and it's not something Huey invented. The power of the treasure is amazing, but the qigong is more than that. Especially when you suddenly became strong at the end… .'
When Historia fought the regressor. She remembered that last moment.
It was a Historia that had not been defeated by anyone from Hameln. He was one of the geniuses of the same age group, as it was difficult to find an opponent in the military as well. Even at a young age, he reached the very edge of the edge, truly the pride of the military.
She was then defeated by a regressor who looked much younger. It was hard for her to even dismiss her as a power of treasure at the last moment.
I, who knows the story, nodded, saying, 'Oh, it's possible because I'm a regressor.'
'Especially the last moment. It's been a while, but my hair seems to have gotten longer and my body has grown. what? seal? Or did it even make sense at that age?'
“what are you doing? reach out.”
The subtle search battle ended with the returner hitting the Cheonjamsa Temple once. Historia slowly extended her arms in front of the revolver.
“Come on, tie it up.”
“Put your arms back and turn back.”
Historia obeyed the returner's orders. The regressor still tied Historia with her silk thread without letting go of her tension.
A silkworm called such a precious thing bound every part of Historia's body. Historia muttered as she bit her cigarette while her whole body tightened.
“… 👌👌 Cutie, compared to how you look, your hands are rough.”
“You’re always cutie, so what? Not much of an age difference.”
The regressor, who was preoccupied with tying the knot, responded without thinking. Half in search, half in expression of discomfort, Historia spoke to her.
“I think I’m old enough to go to secondary school now. At that age, the difference between me and heaven and earth.”
“What is the difference between heaven and earth! I am nineteen!”
“nineteen? Really? Aha. It was stunted.”
“A stunted growth? You must be as big as a mule!”
'Actually, I was stunted, but… ! Now I have grown up with enough nutrition. You don't deserve to be treated like a kid!'
That's it. Historia is just a little taller than me.
The regressor has a short horse and a short bag strap, but it's not as short as his height. It's not big though.
“You need to change your habit, cutie. What I should say to someone taller than you is not far away, but my sister, Randa.”
“sister? did you get the head right? What nonsense.”
'ah. right. You still have Agartha's mask, so you'll look like a man. Is that why you called me a kid?'
If that's the case, why did he dress up as a man? It's still an unsolved question. What the hell was the wind blowing on the returner before he fell on Tantalus?
Uh, wait. Now that I think about it, it looks like it's tied up… . What makes Historia uncomfortable… .
I implied.
“Shay, the way you tie it up reveals some impure intentions.”