Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

The tremors of the earth became more and more obvious, and the pebbles at your feet were shaking because of the ground tremors.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

The sound grew closer and closer, its rhythm becoming more intense, as if something was constantly striking the earth, rapidly approaching this direction.

In just a few seconds, this creature of the opposite sex finally appeared in Makoto Haramura's field of vision.

"what--"

"There really is such a thing?"

Chapter 081 Black Iron King Horse

"Wait, it really is a superpower."

His surprise was only just beginning, but when the figure was fully revealed in the moonlight and appeared before him, he was able to make a judgment.

Its body was indeed as tall as expected, and its height was basically within expectations, about twenty meters high. It was a bipedal humanoid monster.

However, this was not a real giant.

Its body is not an intelligent life form made of flesh and blood like the frost giants, fire giants, or cyclops in mythology.

Instead, it was a giant-like monster constructed and stacked from hard rock.

Judging from its haphazard movement pattern alone, Makoto Haramura could assert that this thing was utterly irrational.

"However, no matter what, we can't let you make any rash moves here."

Stella, who was behind him, was at a crucial stage in awakening her own power. He couldn't allow this guy to interrupt Stella's hard-won awakening.

The Void Rift and Rain Moon appeared directly in Makoto Haramura's hands.

His figure traversed the battlefield like a comet, covering a distance of over a hundred meters in a short instant, as if a missile were flying. As Yu Yue drew a red trajectory, he forcefully grazed the giant's left leg.

That's right, it was literally scraped clean.

Time acceleration, velocity plus weight, through the continuous accumulation of velocity, accelerates inertia and generates even stronger force.

There are no techniques involved; it's simply about wielding power.

The tree trunk, with the rock forming the outer thigh, was easily sliced ​​open by Makoto Haramura.

"Kong——"

Still propelled forward by inertia, Haramura Makoto forcefully shoved Amatsuki into the ground.

The principle is to grip the knife handle tightly with one hand, using the momentum to suspend the entire body in mid-air.

His finger was already on the trigger of the air-splitter gun, aimed at the giant's head, his eyes indifferent.

"—Die!"

A pale blue flame burst from the muzzle, and nearly ten magic bullets were unleashed almost simultaneously.

It has nothing to do with formation, or even with accuracy.

Such a large target could be easily hit even by a baby who has just learned to hold a gun, let alone someone like him who has mastered the art of using a handgun.

He could embed a bullet into the stone giant's body with his eyes closed.

"Whether the magic bullets are more solid depends on this."

Although his body was in an unstable state, it did not affect Makoto Haramura's shooting accuracy.

Furthermore, because his left leg had just been severed, the stone giant was already out of balance.

The bullets were evenly distributed and arrived mercilessly in front of the stone giant.

“Through it.”

"Bang bang bang-"

Suddenly, something astonishing happened.

Dust flew in all directions, mixed with dirt and wood chips, and ten thick, rhomboid-shaped blue beams of light pierced through the stone giant.

"Ok?"

It was like a sudden inspiration; a sense of crisis suddenly overwhelmed me.

The hand gripping the sword hilt changes from a grip to a push.

"—'The Transformation of Timely Rain'!"

Makoto Haramura unleashed his ultimate move without hesitation, and the blue mist began to erode the surrounding area at an even faster pace.

Using that posture, Makoto Haramura successfully made his body jump.

As he ascended into the air, Haramura Makoto finally saw clearly what it was that had made him feel threatened.

It's silk thread!

Right where I was standing, there were more than a dozen threads so thin that they were invisible unless you looked at them with a magnifying glass.

If he had been any slower, those threads would have undoubtedly entangled him.

"As expected, he is a puppeteer."

There are so many swordsmen in the world, and there are many different kinds of superpowers, but the most vicious and disgusting one is only one ability.

They condense their magic into threads, and use these magical threads to control external objects—not just physical objects, but even living beings.

These swordsmen are generally called wire messengers, or puppeteers.

Of course, there are reasons why they are so disliked by everyone.

It's simply because they can use threads to invade the brain through human orifices such as ears and nose, and carry out such heinous operations as direct destruction and brainwashing.

If he hadn't foreseen something earlier, he would probably be under control by now.

Perhaps the remaining power of the White Yaksha could help him, but that would be too beneath him.

"Ugh, that's really scary."

"As expected of the current star of Po Jun Academy, he can still maintain such a high level of vigilance at a time like this."

"I thought I was going to have another perfect puppet."

The sound originated from the stone giant from earlier.

The stone giant had been pierced by Makoto Haramura's magic bullet, and its entire body had disintegrated. The only thing that could still be considered a recognizable part was its head.

"I see, so the eyes are monitors."

It was a huge head, like a stone pillar, with two red pupils that gleamed eerily, and a muffled voice kept spreading from that stone head.

"Well, the more it's like this, the more worthwhile it is for me to crush."

"I love crushing guys like you into dust."

The loudspeaker was constantly spouting wild and outrageous remarks.

His words made it seem as if he was already standing high above Haramura Makoto, like a predator looking down on its prey, ready to eliminate Haramura Makoto at any moment.

"Clown, you're not far from here, are you?"

"Don't let me find you. If I do, I'll show you what hell is like."

Puppet masters can indeed manipulate people's minds and objects at will.

However, this manipulation is not indiscriminate of distance, since magic power is limited and can only be confined to a certain range.

The exact size of this range depends on the magic level of the opposing puppeteer.

"Oh dear, this is really scary."

"I was terrified."

The words fell.

The materials that had been pulverized and shattered into gravel, which had formed the giants, reassembled and became two stone giants, each about ten meters tall.

"Chong-"

The two fists slammed towards Makoto Haramura.

"Boring as hell."

He suddenly crouched down, and his two fists collided, generating a series of sonic booms.

A flash of blood-red light disappeared in an instant.

The two re-formed stone giants were instantly cut in half at the waist, without any hesitation, as if slicing tofu, splitting in an instant.

“I can cut a stone giant formed with my heart with a single stroke.”

"You think this hastily manufactured junk can stop me?"

The two stone giants collapsed again, turning into dust and sand scattered on the ground. Under the moonlight, a thin silver thread appeared exceptionally clear at this moment.

"You scum, I've got you."

Before he could even finish speaking, Makoto Haramura's figure shot out like an arrow, heading straight for the direction from which the silver line had been launched.

The forest was quiet at night. The commotion had subsided, and all that could be heard were the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves.

But even in such a forest, a dark figure moved so fast that it blended into its surroundings, with only the rustling leaves providing evidence of its movement.

"There is still a certain amount of residual magic."

After all, it was a thin thread twisted by magic, not a real silver thread.

The real silver thread needs to be retrieved or discarded, but since it's a thread of magic, you just need to spread the magic out.

Even so, as long as he can capture the remnants of magic, Makoto Haramura can still track down the guy behind the trouble.

"Almost there, just ahead."

Magic gathered again beneath his feet, power erupted once more, and speed reached a new level.

at last……

Having broken through the last layer of bushes, the open plain was now fully visible to Makoto Haramura, along with the exceptionally tall figure standing in the center of the plain.

A very tall man wearing a clown-like mask.

There is still one?

"Ikki's family?"

Standing in front of the bushes, Makoto Haramura's gaze fell on the long-haired man.

This man's face bears a striking resemblance to Kurogane Ikki, but their temperaments are completely different.

After all, Ikki Kurogane usually has the kind of kind-hearted personality.

The man's expression was cold and indifferent. This was not just ordinary cold indifference; it was as if he was indifferent to everything in the world, a kind of aloof indifference that looked down on everything.

Furthermore, this man's presence is different from that of Kurogane Ikki, who is almost imperceptible.

What kind of feeling does it give people?

Yes, it's the feeling that as long as he stands there, everyone's eyes will be focused on him.

"I have nothing to do with that guy."

Hearing Haramura Makoto's self-talk, the man standing far away opposite, who looked remarkably like Kurogane Ikki, spoke coldly.

"I have no connection with the Black Iron family."

"The only reason I'm standing here today is because of you and Stella Vermillion behind you."

Arrogance, fighting spirit!

These two qualities shine through in this man.

"I see, so you're Black Iron King Horse?"

Ikki Kurogane now considers Makoto Haramura his closest friend.

Kurogane Ikki also told Haramura Makoto about his family affairs without any reservations.

He was rejected and bullied by his family from childhood to adulthood. His family members, as well as his older brother, Kurogane Ohma, who was exceptionally talented and once hailed as the hope of the Kurogane family, left home at a young age.

That's right, the Black Iron family also has its own naturally born A-rank knight.