A Wish to Grab Happiness

The air that could even blink his eyes covered the battlefield. The anxiety and tension that burns the skin is swollen back into the chest.

Kalia's silver sword, which was devouring my right shoulder, was pulled out. Blood that no longer loses its red and begins to look black blows happily out of its shoulders.

As soon as I was there, the dull pain changed my complexion to a severe pain that would tear my nerves apart. But as long as it doesn't give him time to frown upon the pain, Kalia takes one more step, goes this way, and wields his long sword. As the silver reflected the sun, it floated over my head.

My eyelids are cramped. The sight of a silver sword being swung down like a truncated platform and slapped straight into the skull is easily imagined in the back of the brain. A definite battle overshadowed my body.

Run, run, or you die. Face it, your life will run out here. Quickly, run away. He tells me to turn my back, as if my brain was stimulated by that instinct. Reason cries out for what this battle means. Okay, well, if you run away. There is no value in a duel like this, if you let down your sword, it will all be over. It sounds stupid. Is there a need to risk your life and shed blood on this?

Yeah, I must have followed this voice once. As a human being, as an organism, I would have made a very serious decision. But then, I'll never reach this hero again. So much so now that its presence is nearby. My eyes, they shake.

The treasure sword that was swung down no longer helps me lose my own time, and I have no choice but to prevent Kalia's silver sword. The Silver Reaper will reach my skull before I wave up my treasure sword.

So, if there is, because there is no way to prevent it, we have to break down the other side first.

Like Kalia, one step, pack the time. Twist and force your right shoulder to bounce off the harsh pain you are given, and wiggle your arm like a whip. As it was, he aimed at his white, thin throat and threw his fist. My throat leaks a barbaric voice without a voice. The distance between me and Kalia is infinitely closer, then,

- Good boy, Rugis.

Such a voice, and the shocking sound of dong, pierced my ear.

Moments, blinking, sight. I can't pick up the sound, as if my ears have gone crazy. What, what, what happened? It's like I understand the situation, I can't.

The lower body, no, the body itself, for a moment, freed itself from the reign of being, me, before, bent down so that I could let it go. By then, I had finally realized that I had been struck by some kind of shock to my skull that was no longer even recognized as pain.

- Oh, this woman. Kalia, hey. Tasty, move, roll. Roll, we have to avoid it.

No longer is that an uninterrupted word, even a thought. An order from my broken brain to connect forced my body to the ground.

Next, moment. Kalia's knee became the murder weapon and ran through the space where my body was. My eyes, they tremble.

Well, if that knee had slipped into the dovetail, I must have forced myself to let go of consciousness. That's how she must have lost the color of her eyes in Karia's arms. Oh, once, just like that.

He rolls his body as he soars up the sand and dust, leaving his blood footprints on the ground, and rises with that momentum. Even so, my ankle wasn't going to get up anymore. Probably can't do the same thing anymore.

Still of shaky vision, inside. The impact on my skull finally becomes one pain and tells me what's going on. My ears, I can't pick up much noise, not yet.

Though only a few moments have passed, Karia has already rebuilt her long sword by not giving this one a respite or something. Oh, not at all, really, like you.

Stand up to stick out a little while ago, re-gripping the treasure sword so you don't know how to respond.

Okay, what's up, something? How did you hit your hand?

I couldn't even intercept the sword I was waving, and I packed a lot of time, and now I was dealt with with with a terrible blow. Perhaps the earlier blow must have been pierced through the skull with the silver sword that Kalia had raised heavily, its pattern. To be honest, I still wonder what's left of the top from this neck. Just because I survived that time, I feel like giving myself a full compliment.

That and that existence and duel, etc. are still insane.

The first time I paired my sword with Kalia, a duel in a liquor store. At that time, Kalia still had a small worker. Naturally, too, Kalia's sword moves at the time are very unlikely to be complete. From what I can tell from her, the sword that is wielded only has a rough glow, and the way the legs are wrapped is naive itself. I can't hide my upset somewhere mentally, it was just one apprentice knight, so to speak. He was only such a person, waving his sword with only one scale of genius with a slight glimpse.

But now, how about that? The power that would be caged in Karia's limbs is not overwhelming, and that is how its breasts are filled with confidence and arrogance towards itself. Even that arrogance is no longer in Karia's hands with the skill of just being alarmed and chronic.

I am fully aware that I am not the right person to cross. It was also forced to comprehend in the current offense that it was not an opponent through which simple small-handed technology would pass.

Then there is no longer one means to be taken.

Half a step on your right leg, pull. The cutting-edge of the treasure sword he was trying to protrude, as if pointing to the sky itself, pointed upwards. Rebuild the sword so that it can be shaken out in one act.

"Rugis, you..."

Yes, there was a call for Karia. Words that just shake your lips, without breaking each other's standing. Throw your voice, as you respond. One step at the same time, I packed a pause.

"What's up, Karia? If you want to surrender, I want you to offer."

Karia smashes her cheek into a smile and rips her lips off.

"- Unplug."

That's it, the conversation is over.

Perhaps Karia was going to give me some warmth. If you take down your sword now, you can go home satisfied with five bodies, even so.

But you no longer need words like that. I don't care where you look in my skull.

Differences in power are historical. I don't have a gift. I can't even compare it. In addition, this one was injured on his right shoulder and skull, his vision still wobbled, and his ears only picked up a few sounds. The pain in the body is still forcing me to feel like I'm scratching my nerves off.

- Oh, a lot. Excellent. Nothing more.

Naturally, this person will be wounded, and so on, and the mortar will have to move forward to overflow blood from his body. That's what winning opportunities are for. Well, the opponent is the battlefield hero Kalia, Kalia-Birdnick. If you're trying to get something from her, you can't be intact.

Now hold the sword again. I was sure of what my right hand felt like.

- Let's settle this, Kalia. For a duel at the tavern. I was scared of you, I was just scared of you, on a journey I once took.

The sun brightens the edge of sight. I could see him burying himself in the messy streets of Belfein.