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Chapter 681

Day 135 – Nighttime, White Weird Inn

　Healing the fatigue of the beating called training, when I got out of the bath, Slime-san went poyopoyo off to the orphanage. Or rather, it seems like a bath crawl?

　Well, thinking I’d lonely, quietly, and humbly do some control training in the room, I split the Magic Threads thinly, finely, precisely, elaborately, delicately, minutely, and diffusely spread them densely, thinly, and weakly to place them under control… tch, that’s barely holding, huh?

　Minimal Micro and Maximal Macro, the ultimate destination lies in the extremes of minimal and maximal while being polar opposites. That is why I attempt a micro approach, the tips of the Magic Threads subdivided to the extreme thinness are minute, ultra-fine, delicate threads difficult to capture even with the Rajingan, and since the difficulty of precisely manipulating them down to those petty tips is indescribable, hard to exhaust with