A Banished Failure Survives in the Borderland and Becomes an S-Rank Exorcist

"... giggle!!

……

My body is light. It does not mean that it has become physically lighter due to the loss of arms. Everything that made up me now felt very light.

Moves. Your body moves very well. Why? I don't have any more arms. My left arm will never come back, but this body is probably performing at its best in life.

"... shit!! What the hell is going on!?

If I were the other party, I would be complaining the same way. The left arm fell, and the sword waved with only the right hand. One of the opponents is holding his sword firmly with both hands. I don't have to ask which one wins. Losing your arm is more than losing. That's how it is.

But I didn't feel like giving up. You don't have arms? Then why don't we fight on the assumption that we don't have arms? This life is not over yet. I can still fight. I don't care if I lose one of my arms.

Just cut it and throw it away. That's all. That's all I need to do.

……

Immerse yourself. Just immerse yourself in this fight. Probably right now. Each other's swords are raised to the same dimension. The reason for this would still be that I am fighting in recognition of what is on my left arm.

Up, down, left, and right. I was certain that I would catch the sword that was shaken endlessly. Just this right hand.

But that's not exactly true. Perhaps my brain recognizes my left arm as something. Yes, that means I'm fighting assuming I have a left arm.

I imagine it. Indeed, my left hand exists, and I hold this magic sword firmly with both hands, Ozuki Night. What is this ability? Is this the last gift to me, already dead?

Humans have strange phenomena, some of which are phantom limb pain. This is, for example, a feeling of pain in the limbs that should have been amputated. Although this is rare, it does exist as an example. I don't feel any pain in my case. Maybe it's just an illusion that this body is holding a sword. But thanks to this phantom limb, I can still fight.

Perhaps, but I think it's the result of waving my sword hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, millions, tens of millions of times. As a result, my body is remembering. How should I shake my sword and move my body?

It is no longer in conscious domain. Unconsciously imprinted, it settles into this world through my body.

Physically gripping this right hand will suffice.

This body remembers the rest.

I just need to manifest it in this world.

"... uuuuuuuuuuuu, haaahhhhh"

Breathe deeply. Swords have explored each other so far. From here on out, it will be time to show each other their true worth. I'm holding onto Ozuki Night with my sword. Lower your hips and take your stance.

A secret sword. It is impossible to reproduce with one arm. Even the Major was defeated in the final battle without having to put out a secret sword. But not me now. I have this left arm. It's certainly engraved in my brain. Then there's nothing to be afraid of. As usual, you can reflect the secret sword in this world, which is no longer at the same level as breathing.

"--The Eighth Secret Sword, The Flash of Purple Light"

It's ultra-fast electromagnetic knife extraction. It is more versatile than my secret sword. And this is what killed this Magus 10 years ago. Maybe there's something wrong with consciousness.

From that judgment, I decided to activate the violet flash.

I see. Then.... "

It's too late for the other person to mumble like that. Completely within my range. It is impossible to catch this violet flash from here. That's the only way to deal with this secret sword like me.... If you think so, that unlikely assumption becomes a reality.

Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii A tall sound made my ear, and I didn't care about that. I'm just stunned now. Because the opponent used the exact same secret sword. How could he use a secret sword? I'm going to be dominated by that thought for a moment, but I'm in battle now. Just fight. That's how you arouse yourself and distance yourself again.

"How can you use the same secret sword?"

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"I'll tell you. My sword steals every sword. You humans are using it that I already stole 100 years ago in the Human Magic War. Even if you know. All ten secret swords you use."

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Ten secret swords. It hits me. There are only ten secret swords that I took over from my master and passed on to Shelley.

Are you guessing or are you just saying the right thing?

And I think about it a little, but that's not the case. I certainly caught my eye. I don't know how many times I've activated that secret sword.

"Come on, I'll crush it all. I won't be as proud as I was then. I'm going to crush you."

"... kill"

As I murmur, I run again through this vast land ruled by dusk.

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"--The Fourth Secret Sword, Snowflake Frost,"

"--The Fourth Secret Sword, Snowflake Frost,"

Exactly the same. The Fourth Secret Sword, Snowflake Frost, is thrown at each other. It releases ice from the sword. Everything that goes into that ray freezes. But released with exactly the same power, it's offsetting and spreading into the air.

As I headed to sew the shattered ice, I stacked my secret sword even more.

"--Second Secret Sword, Hundred Flowers Disrupted"

The secret sword keeps attacking in a series of hundreds. I already remember my body. To the end of this secret sword. But this time, the moment I activate it, the opponent also activates the same secret sword. This will completely negate each other's attacks.

Stay at a distance from each other again. I'm used to fighting like this. Rather, I may be able to fight than I was when I had my left arm. I don't know if it's a backwater formation or if I've woken up to something, but if I can win... if I can kill him all, I don't care.

I see the other person's movements again. In doing so, the Magus starts opening his mouth.

"It's a nostalgic move....."

The Murmuring Wizard has nostalgic eyes somewhere. Probably recalls the Human Demon War 100 years ago. I have heard that this secret sword has been handed down for generations. I didn't know it was completely imitated by the other party...

"Bertina Wright. It reminds me of him a hundred years ago. Comparable or better. That's good... it's starting to get fun."

……

In contrast to me, he speaks a lot. I thought so.

Perhaps you're asking because you're excited... but I don't want to talk about memories like that. This is the Major's enemy. No matter what happens, we must kill him. Even if it were to scatter this life, I would kill this Magus. Yes, I swore with tears that day.

Fulfill your revenge.

We will fulfill his revenge here and now, which he loved, respected and loved with all his heart. For that reason, I would gladly sell my soul to the devil. There is no doubt that I am fighting for humanity, but I am waving this sword with total personal affection. But killing Magus can be a big step forward for humans. That's why I entrust myself to this emotion.

"Bertina Wright. Beyond all of you, and taking your sword, I will go even higher. Don't complain about the sacrifice.

"... shut up. You will definitely... kill me."

"That's right. Those eyes. Those murderous eyes are the same as they were then. Come on, let me have more fun!!

We exchange swords again. The sense of time is completely lost. Just immerse yourself in killing the enemy in front of you. My senses are getting sharper and faster. Perhaps the peak of my abilities is here. I'm sure I'll get there. Outside the realm of people. I know because I'm slashing against this Magus. I think it's a vessel that can get us there.

For a moment, your body is burning and getting hot.

This phenomenon is Twilight Syndrome. Already at the end of the day, I was constantly anxious about this phenomenon. It's not metaphorical. In fact, I'm burning my body from the inside.

--At this time, why...?

Though I think so, stopping it won't come true. Every time I moved my body, waved my sword, and received an enemy attack, I felt the phenomenon gradually accelerating.

Hot, hot, hot. It feels as if your body is really burning. But I can't stop. I knew it was impossible to control my own body shaking this sword, even if I was already dead.

He's stepping on a dead end. There was no doubt about that anymore.

But why? I'm not dead yet. My body feels painful, but it's moving.

"No way, Temee...."

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She stared at the other person's eyes as she struggled against each other. What's in there is a hurry. But what is the Magus in such a hurry? And what's happening to me?

Dokun.

My heart jumps. I had a sensory understanding that my body would pump blood into my body and... all the engravings would be sucked in this afternoon.

Twilight Syndrome.

It's an incurable disease that never heals. I have killed many anti-magicians so far, and even the superior anti-magicians have never been able to resist their fate. But man is an evolving creature. Just because you can't overcome it doesn't mean it's going to last forever. Because no one knows about the future.

"... hot"

Yes, it's hot. And this magic sword, which is fighting each other, glows like a bright red moonlit night. Does this magic sword absorb Twilight Syndrome? This twilight invaded body...

That's how I get there. The first person to overcome the twilight syndrome.

Outside the human realm, I arrived. Neither the Major nor his master reached the place where none of the swordsmen who were using the Oborotsuki Night could reach me.

The end point of humanity, which has inherited the will of man and continues to bear the death of man.

There was nothing to stop me anymore.