A Wish to Grab Happiness

Beasts jump through the wide, dark skies of the night. Really mildly, as I would argue, it is as if it were a natural operation. A flame wrapped around its skin scatters the firepowder, drawing a pearlescent orbit in the sky.

That's close, if you say so, to what the eagles and raptors look like when they find something to gain and come down from the sky. Quickly, in an instant, to approach the prey and kill its life. Reminded of that appearance, that tough beast approaches us straight away. A big, open mouth told me to eat and kill us.

Blink your eyes. I just exhaled a little bit from my lips, and it leaked.

Karia won't be a problem. To that extent, he's not the kind of guy who would suffer from the mere existence of falling toward this side. You should be able to flatter me lightly or with a sword. That's really easy.

Then the only problem would be the breath absurd fialert behind my back.

That's very inevitable for her right now. That limb will not have stopped the cramps yet, and from the attitude that sat on it, it is difficult to move smartly in itself. Regardless, if you take a direct hit, her fine body will splash like a leaf of a tree and then crumble like that.

I see, it is inevitable and difficult to withstand. I wish I could handle a little bit of magic. Then there's only one way you can take it.

After that, if you blink a few degrees, I'll be here. Abominable, unscrupulous beast, a lump of flesh that pictures the creature. Air from the lungs, exhaling heavily. That is what leaves nothing in your heart. That's how I stopped breathing.

The treasure sword is moonlighted and brilliant at hand.

I see one orbit behind my eyes right now. There's an orbit to jump you to intercept that beast. Whatever it is, it's the orbit of a sword I'm not supposed to know, and the movement of my body. If I don't remember how to move or use my body like that, I don't remember being taught.

But wonders and these eyes have a strange and specific appearance. What, naturally, if you can't do it, the treasure sword moves all the time when you teach it to yourself.

Force the nearly broken body to drive, as in response. To reach for that ideal way of moving that I saw ahead of me.

I heard a muscle scream deep inside my body, and a bone screamed it badly. But not enough. Still not enough. To the extent that this body meets its limits and shouts, it has not yet, yet, reached its ideal.

Move, move, move. If it's not enough, you can sacrifice this body. Just accept the Reaper stroking his cheek for a little while.

What, for the sake of my people? That doesn't even make it hard.

The treasure sword, hissing. It emitted a flash of violet electricity as its fingertips made some distorted noise. Just like swinging straight down from the sky to the earth. All I'm saying is I'm gonna smash that beast's skull right in the face. At the same time, a slight silver light appeared on the edge of his eyes. Loosen your cheeks.

From ankles to knees, hips, shoulders, that's how one powerful line went from elbow to wrist. There is a pleasant feeling of all the gears meshing together, in my head, the sound sounds.

- Knock it off, Lord. Hey, Precision, it's like ripping a bird's feather. Let me take your hand and teach you the means. Mostly, it might be easy and tenuous.

I heard that sound, the moment. The meat mass that approached the front of his eyes was crushed. The flesh splashes with the fat, and the blood splash dyes the earth.

That's a very unlikely anomaly that he was mutilated with a sword. The beast that jumped in momentum from his head, the part where his head mimicked, no, perhaps his head, was completely shattered and scattered. The beast lays its body down on the ground as if it had been slapped down all over its body, and continues to scatter flesh and blood all around it. On the cheek, something raw and warm is crawling, I see. I don't know, my nose, it rings.

That's how I took the air into my lungs again, when a nasty sweat licked my back.

My whole body is screaming and screaming. I'm leaking screams all the time if I don't move any more. And his shoulders, and his arms, and all the other places, were bleeding. But not yet, no problem. There's nothing wrong with that. As long as it moves.

At the end of his gaze, he saw the brilliance of silver, just as it overlapped with the brilliance of purple electricity.

"Hey, Karia. Come here, you must be very concerned."

Silver brilliance is unleashed from Kalia's sword of love. The tip of the sword, like me, has slashed the skull of the beast. I didn't know it when I saw it, and I lowered the edge of my eyes.

I don't know how far I could have killed the momentum of the beast. I don't know how far this body has arrived. If you hit it badly, you could have sacrificed the fialert behind all of these people.

But I believed that if Karia was by her side, she would surely let me get to her. That's why, in full, I waved the treasure sword.

Kalia's silver hair shakes slightly in the dark at night. Said Karia, wiping the blood back.

"What do you mean, until now you just haven't tried to fit in. I was with you."

Yes, my silver eyes blinked, pointing at my lips. What a tough knight, really.

To that word, I managed to give it back, the moment. My eyes are cramped. My back teeth were telling me strange sores. Such pain, like being forced to stroke your nerves.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The beast was ringing. Like mourning something, resenting something.

The sound that I have to capture is echoing from the meat mass. And his limbs were protruded into the earth, so that he might lift up his body.

Well, that would be. Whatever this is, it's not an organism, it's just a chunk of meat. Whether you get your head shattered or your intestines shattered, but still as long as your body can move, this keeps driving. It's like a puppet connected by thread. This is what it is. Oh, sure, even if that's what it was. The back of my skull is terrible and hurts like I have a fever. I don't suppose I'm in charge of this kind of deal.

Squeeze your eyes as you shake your dry lips. My body was so dull that my hands, which were supposed to hold the sword, had little sensation. Throw your words at the fiire alert behind you as you pounce into the Lordship Hall and gaze at only the pillars of magic.

"Fialert, that thin green pillar is no longer God's work, but your prank."

A prank is a word, but Fialert honestly returns a word of affirmation. I see, the one I predicted, he's got a good chance of hitting it. Much better.

Of course, I can't measure up to what Fialert was trying to do with that magic, and I don't understand how he's manifesting that pillar of magic in the first place. Sorcery, magic, etc. are things I have no contact with at all.

So any slight impotence about witchcraft, let's push it to the fialert. Whatever, it's also called credibility. Isn't that wonderful? I say, calling on the fialert.

"For once now, I want you to distort the one called the world. What, just change the tip of the water flow a little bit. Easy."

He moved his lips several times, shaking away his slightly sumptuous vision.