A Wish to Grab Happiness

Silver becomes one line, and it approaches my flank. The sand and dust struck down as if they had made themselves dislike touching the blade. As in response to the silver flash, the purple electricity rips the sunlight.

- Gi, wink.

An unpleasant sound scraped off the back of their ears, where iron meshed with each other, rang.

For a moment, the pressure on my wrist was such that I wondered if my bones would snap and break. Ri, and there was an undisputed feeling that the muscles were about to break a thousand times.

Push back and distance yourself as you force your body around and try to kick your opponent up. My throat slices dry in an instant, and my agitation shakes my heart. I accidentally grabbed the sword and double-checked if my wrist was still safe. There was a feeling that my fingertips were still paralyzed.

Heavy, I don't know.

I recall once taking that Helt-Stanley white blade with my left hand. At that time, I was unusually broken bones. I feel something slipping down my throat, close to a cold sweat. One, I had an instinct.

Now, if I had just taken the sword and compared it to my ability, I would have done a reproduction of it, and I would be running ahead of my hair. My wrist through my fingertips, my elbows, my shoulders, I was beginning to understand. He said, Karia,

"Be good, I don't add any palms. Rugis, you said you were a pebble. Then you should give me a full shot at them."

I mean it. That's indisputable, a word of sincerity. It was a mouthful without any precipitation.

A silver sword wielded lightly at the tip of Kalia's hand rips the sound to prove its own cleavage. The sharpness of the sword seemed to indicate the increased morale of the flames of Kalia as it were. Conversely, when it comes to me, the upset still doesn't try to peel out of my mind.

I understand that I made the wrong choice. As much as I'd like to shout out on this occasion what a fool I've done. My indiscretions only arouse feelings of humiliation. But still, I had no hesitation whatsoever, and I had no idea Karia was going to kill me.

Oh, no, it's not. It's a lie. That's definitely a lie.

I imagined somewhere deep in my heart that a day like this would soon come. I thought the day would come when Karia would abandon me and poke me with a blade.

But still, it's also true that I had the faint feeling that if such a day hadn't come, I would have had something good. That's why I'm acting so confused right now, shaking my skull that it's unacceptable, my brain marrow. What a pity.

On the other hand, the body seemed well prepared for a clear threat in front of it. The fingers of both hands grip nature and the sword of treasure. The glow of purple electricity shines brilliantly as if it brightens back the sun. What a magnificent name the hero killer seemed to come to mind. Move your lips while keeping your gaze out of line with Karia.

"What are you trying? Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of room."

At all, I leak those words wondering if Kalia's feelings would change. I knew the words from weakness were painful on my own.

Karia says those weak words of mine, as if they were going to jump. He said it was very simple.

"Try to win over me, Rugis. Try jumping this sword. If it comes true, you are no longer an ordinary husband or a pebble. The flesh turns into gold."

The words, strangely deaf, stick to the ear and don't go away. Kalia's silver hair shakes in the wind.

"And what, don't worry. Even if you're nothing more than a pebble. Oh, even if it is - I will protect and shelter you from all things. Nothing, nothing to worry about."

It was a voice that convinced me of my victory.

Possibility is the word, but it's like that, not conscious. It's like affirming that it's impossible, such as defeating yourself. No, voice-color.

Oh, I see, that would be true. I still can't see the way to win. There's no reason why we should really fight there or behind our chests, and they're screaming at each other for nothing.

I rang my right shoulder a little. When I narrow my eyes and stare at Kalia, I stand with my sword tip in front of me, as though everything was no longer in place. Oh, my God. Well, he doesn't know how people feel, he's a selfish guy.

My body had a treasure sword around my shoulder, as it responded to Kalia.

"It's very passionate, my knight. Stop it, I think I'm gonna fall in love with you."

"What, it doesn't matter. Then I'll love you so much that I don't like you."

That was the signal. The sound of the blade drinking down the space touches the ear.

The first hand is a stab that chooses my shoulder. It was an arrogant poke, just saying so, to try to prevent it if it was as if it could be prevented. But what goes into the poke is so sharp that it makes up for its arrogance. Kalia stepped through the boundaries that would not have been possible for ordinary people as if they had deserved.

But the picture is visible.

I was convinced that your personality would make me do that if I stood up to accompany you on the shoulder, you would aim for that part as if you were going to ride a provocation.

The penetration is certainly sharp, unmistakably quick. I can't even reproduce it, the frontier of one warrior. But still, if you can see. If the sight was clear, somewhat, it could be reached.

My eyes, instantly. With a blade that punched off the top and returned, the sight of a sword poking at Kalia's neck was floating on his lid.

So, finish it. I felt my eyes bring out a strange fever. Let's hang this finger around its neck, Karia.

But what about heroes? Always go beyond the thoughts of ordinary people, in one foot.

- Ga, i-gi!

Silver light and violet electricity overlapped as if they were intertwined with each other.

Moments, flesh on the shoulder mouth, sharpened pain runs. Blood splashes mix with sand and dust, becoming blood smoke and shaking into the sky. Unexpectedly, lying or not, those words were about to get squealed.

Kalia's silver sword easily bounced off a sword that could not be intercepted and devoured my right shoulder as it was originally intended. I must have swung it down with all my strength. Instead of defeating Kalia's sword, we could only slightly deflect its orbit. From the shoulders, the pain of crawling all over the body spreads. The sensation of blood pulsating is strangely clear.

Oh, what a desperate thing. The difference in power is clear. Naturally no match for a gifted talent, at last there is an opponent in a frontier where it is even difficult to bridge the difference with small skill.

And yet. That being said, I had such crap in mind that I was glad this wasn't a duel at the tavern.

And notice. Earlier, I was thinking about why I had to fight Kalia, and now I'm just thinking about how to reach Kalia and defeat the hero in front of me, shaking my brain. That's how his gut is starting to scorch his chest for a duel on this spot right now, with heat.

Unexpectedly, I was about to get a frightened grin. Oh, what do you mean? That's crazy. There's a lot to think about. The first thing I need to do is convince Kalia to get out of Belfein as soon as possible. And yet.

Surrounded by amazingly quiet, watching me and Kalia duel. As if that's the way the battlefield works. Oh, not at all. The lords' private soldiers must think of Kalia as their ally, and the mercenary herd must think of me as a rescue.

But it's not. It's not such a good thing, me and Karia are just waving swords for ourselves.

Here and now, I want a duel in the liquor store that ended that day with a draw, that settlement, either. It's just that.