A Wish to Grab Happiness

Silver swords and red spears overlap in hollow, scattering sparks with even fantastic colors floating in the space.

Many, many times it continued in the narrow between the two.

If red flies through the universe and rips the darkness, silver shows its fierce jaws and smashes its tips. On the other hand, if the silver color made the void appear near the neck muscle, the red drew a circle and jumped the iron.

If only one piece of paper comes to mind, then there will be zero life.

That's exactly, an admiration for offense and prevention that can't even be given while you breathe. One act was a spear that shot through the enemy's defenses, and it was a wave to snap each other's necks. A spark will blow up the space.

An act that could no longer be called human, it was like the meshing of a beast. It's also too fierce in people's hands, beast.

Karia-Birdnick's silver sword waves, and a single poke squirts the surrounding air. The mighty themselves are the likes of waving, slamming, and crushing the sword without any obstacle.

Her behavior was no longer close to demonization. Even if you don't call it a demon, you can still call it very human. The sword is no longer close to one true and fingers are stretched ahead of martial arts.

Here was the crystal after the talented man, who had fallen from heaven zero, had practiced his endurance workout into his body.

That is why Garras-Gargantia, his corporal, is also, and will never be, human.

- Red rips the wind and runs. Bounced hollow like blood danced.

Karia's silver eyes raise a slight frown. My left shoulder was torn at some point. Because of the excitement of the cerebromedulla, I don't feel the pain. Instead, jump the blood. Sanghao only increases its degree.

But the enemy did step in.

Kalia basically turned her silver sword to the ground and waved. Not to take the life of an enemy, just a swing to smash a spear.

Red pulled the spear and the body as he had guessed its intentions, creating a slight gap between the two. If we take one step at a time with each other, the distance is such that our fangs try to touch each other again.

"- You behave reasonably. I thought he was a little more passionate."

It was Karia who opened her lips first. It was even a word that seemed easy, but with a completely different emotion in its eyes.

That was the same for Gallus again. The eyes are like something else, but only the words are easily leaked. What a creepy exchange, his lips, if he was a knight, he would know, and so he moved.

"'Practice chivalry. Know how to train thee from beast to man. That's what grows your honor too' - the first sentence in the Knight's Book. Whatever the Warcraft opponent is, I'm rude enough to disrespect his knight."

Karia was going to have an unexpected, distorted grin on her cheek at the sarcastic words of Garrus.

Chivalry, courtesy, and manners. Though I didn't look like a man who seemed to look good with those things at all. Apparently in him anyway, that makes up a lot.

Are you saying that there are only two names of knights of honor, though bent? Karia's silver hair fluttered.

"The title of being a knight, you said it wouldn't be a shame to throw it away. How did you get into it? Did you change your mind?"

Reminds me of an act in Gaza, says Karia. Those thin fingers held the silver sword strong. My hips drive sharply.

"No, you haven't changed. I haven't changed a thing. Not now, not ever. It's all in honor of your brother."

At the same time as the words, silence dominated the space. Silver swords and red spears sway the space without making a single sound.

Kalia, Garras, they both understood. At least the enemies who sit in front of them now are not the kind of enemies who can put their lives in the gap and fly.

They were intuitive with each other that they were the ones to kill with a single stroke of supremacy.

Karia sets the silver sword forward and sets a goal on the enemy's neck. On the other hand, the gallus becomes half-body and grabs about inside the pattern. An eye, arguably ferocious, stared at Kalia's steeple with calm.

As it stood, they both stopped moving perfectly.

From the darkness, the sound died, there was nothing to move, only silence. I can't even feel the tremor on my fingertips or the shaking of my breath. Even the heart no longer seems to have withstood the silence and distracted its breath.

Was it a few seconds or a few minutes? Maybe a few dozen minutes. It lasted.

I can't breathe much. I think I'm suffocating.

I was dragged by both of them and wondered if the one called the flow of time had gone mad.

A moment passes.

- The spark blew up.

The world doesn't even know which one went first. The next time the space just let a moment pass, they were both drawing beautiful lines.

A red lotus-like spear walks through a fine body. It's nothing more than a poke. Just stick the spear forward. A blow that never strikes a stranger or punches a void.

However, if he believes that it is the best, Gallus does not have the meaning to release anything other than it. Full-bodied, one-poke.

The relative Karia returns her wrist and stands as she flushes herself with the belly of her sword. Sparks are scattered in the eye area, wrists and lumbar bones are raised to honor the rigidity of the enemy.

How dare you be so impotent? Well, to put it this way, it's the impotence itself that stands up to this beast on one horse. Karia bites her back teeth, whining in her chest.

But I didn't feel like leaving Gallus, the beast, alone in Kalia, to advance something. That is reckless through impotence no longer.

Garras-Gargantia. Its overwhelming authority to scratch and crush any small workmanship or trap, and to trample and crush them as they deserve, such as the intentions of their opponents. This incarnation of madness is too incompatible for my Lord.

Certainly both Rugis' arms are no longer indolent either. The more I think about when we met, the more incredible. But yes. I think because I once exchanged blades in a liquor store and that's how Kalia continued to be with me until this day.

That was true during the duel with myself and at the Sanio meeting. Still moving forward at the expense of somewhere else, the way Rugis is.

If you let him stand in front of Garrus, with the worst of all, wouldn't that be the worst ending? Kalia's spine formed a tremor in that imagination.

That's why Kalia stands here. Because I decided it would be his shield. Now that Rugis had the thought of childhood tampering, and knowing that it was here for that reason, Gallus swore so that he would defeat him.

Absolutely, I've chosen to play a role. In a moment, Karia made herself easy and laughed that way.

But, well, it's not bad. Just as Rugis is trying to get through his thoughts, so is he, too, because he has another thought.

- If you're going to get through one thought, then naturally, recklessness should be a stepping stone. Yeah, I guess so, Rugis.

The narrow fingers of Kalia contain power. I could hear the bones on my fingers making an otherwise improbable noise.

Unraveling its sound, Kalia is forced to strike off rigidity and sparks. My whole body was whimpering, but still my body, it moved. Stay in daily training, on the right track as you imagined.

Return your wrist again and wave the silver sword directly in front of you. There was only a feeling that the left shoulder area had been decided.

If Gallus' poke is the best, then the rest of Kalia deserves to be called the supreme. Beat off the red line, the silver sword breaks the sky and strips its fangs violently.

The flash, it runs. Even the recognition of the world was left behind, seeking the enemy's skull, and lines were drawn.

of an instant, after.

One of the shadows floating blurry in the dark collapsed, and that's how the other stayed. Word falls into the dark.

"-" He ran down the road, smashing all his enemies. That's what people called chivalry. "

The remaining shadow made him jump blood while paying for the Red Lotus spear, and he said so.