A Wish to Grab Happiness

There was the sound of iron and iron eating each other and scraping off their bodies. One, again, the sound overlaps with the other, plundering his ears like a blast. That was going on so much momentum that I didn't think it would be long before I breathed.

The Great Temple of Flimsrat, the sacred temple.

In its deepest depths, the magnificent gold and the great evil of the helix do not destroy each other's lives, but they wield their blades. It's like all the settlements are here.

The white blade twists itself in Helt-Stanley's eyes. A spark blew up in the hollow.

Once upon a time, in his birthplace, he was amputated by the great evil in front of him, a wave that zeroed out his brilliance. The blades that were re-melted and cast again became much more pale than they used to be.

There were no decorations to colour the details, and I could lose the name engraved on the blade. For the famous Stanley family to have, it can even be called simplicity.

A bearer wave that receives neither the pillars of witchcraft nor even the love of God. That's the only white blade Hert-Stanley wields right now.

- But for a bottomless talent named Helt-Stanley, that must be the supreme.

I don't need the sword as anything extra decorative or colorful, I just wish it was merciless power.

For Helt it is an indisputable certainty and as much as you want. He shatters and shreds everything that is wrapped around him, and that is how the human genius called Helt appears. A single swing of the blade has the appearance of proving it.

But with that talent, this duel has not yet shown its end.

The golden hair jumped in the sky and was slightly shredded as such. With just a drop of distraction, Hert will follow the same end as he did.

Running boneless purple electricity in front of you is the Great Evil Rugis-Vrilligant. The eyes make everything look sharp, but the surrounding atmosphere intimidates them irresistibly.

The behavior and martial arts are not comparable to those of that night or anything else. A swing of the blade, the speed at which it steps in, everything is taking off several shells.

Clogged It's beyond the experience of having all the ordeal to this day and letting his heart throw, the proof left that he's standing here now. Besides, it must have all been done at his will. The only thing that makes people truly stubborn is themselves, no matter what era they look at.

Oh, yeah. He became strong everywhere. dazzling. That's not why I'm leaving.

Relatively, the helt causes the fingers of both hands to grip strongly, burning in the golden eye, but glowing as if. There was everything from that day until today, just for this moment. For that reason, I stand here now.

The purpose of the helt is only one thing. It's nothing. I just want to understand, I just want to snort that this is right.

That night, Helt couldn't figure it all out. What is right and what is good? So which side is he on? That's like I don't know anymore.

Helt remembers very well that what he had so far leaned on believing to be immovable felt like he had disappeared at some point.

I don't know what's right. Then what is righteousness and evil? What was it that I believed?

The Catholic humans around him called Rugis a great evil, and the crest called him so a hero. As if even separate humans are pointing it out.

In the end, Rugis didn't even know which side he was on. When I thought about it, I didn't even feel like getting an answer.

Maybe good or evil, etc. are pendulums that shake themselves as people think they are, or that there is such a thing as justice in this world, itself, is a mistake.

I'm sure Hert thought it was the way it should be to fu the Archdiocesan priest who talks about justice and goodness with a knowing face.

But because of that, the hert was no longer pure or wise enough to dispel all thoughts and drink the words given by the surroundings intact without asking for answers. That day, since that night.

- That's why we're asking for answers here today. If we go beyond him, we can never grasp that.

That's one certainty Helt holds. There's something ahead beyond Rugis, and nothing makes sense, such as what you get before. There's only one thing you need.

What is now pounding and moving through the glorious sunshine was no longer the will of God as it once was, nor was it great righteousness.

It's just that only the great will to squat in his chest was giving him that breath of walking again. Other than that, I have nothing to think about or think about.

And. Until now, Helt was unlikely to be able to think deeply about something.

So, just one thing. Rugis-Vrilligant is in front of him as an enemy. That fact alone was enough for Helt.

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A spark flies in the hollow, and for a moment it slaps its eyes. What a nostalgic feeling, I thought so. Slight eyelid, flash.

Once upon a time, I thought many times that my eyes were going to crush when I saw that look.

It's in the undisputed heroes, and the way it's colorful. Its grand behavior, as if to portray a knight's story. Everywhere is noble, everywhere is perfect.

The embodiment of righteousness, the one given the will of God. That's what Helt-Stanley was like. Respect was always directed to him, and all the brilliance was there.

On the other hand, I'm a deserter and a shader. I can't even be burned by the sun, I just show my burning hero in my eyes. In the end, there was nothing to gain in this hand, and nothing to be done.

So, it was supposed to be the end. The curtain was pulled, and it meant nothing. My life was just supposed to end. Until that shadow reaches me.

- But even if it was all over then, I must have kept seeing the sun in my chest, deep inside my gut, like a hero's back until the end.

Let the treasure sword slide into the hollow and run purple electricity. The intermission was no longer sufficient, and the orbit depicted in the sight had turned down the torso of the helt without slight error.

Without any suspicion, let the line pass through with full force in both hands. The feeling of tearing the universe was in my hand.

At the same time, the sound of the blade kicking the sky echoes in my ears. The more shards I saw at the edge of my vision, the more blade flashes. It's for eating up my swinging blade and slashing this neck while it's still in its orbit.

As my cheeks were crooked, I swayed.

As always, it's so fast and moving that I think I've stopped being human. If this one wields purple electricity, I won't tell you it's obvious, but there's always a white blade sitting ahead of it.

Unintentionally, my eyes narrowed.

I had a hunch. If you keep running the blade like this, it will definitely be cut off by the white blade, and then I will be decapitated. He exhales blood, sprays his brains, and then he dies indisputably. Behind the eyes, hot and heavy.

Reflectively, he stuffed the legs he was stepping out of for another step longer and between them. Switch the target of the blade from the enemy torso to the wrist.

It doesn't mean I thought of anything. I just followed my instinct that came to mind. Whatever the case, the brain marrow is dissolved in heat and loses its meaning, and thoughts are lost in the old days of sanity and so on. There's not enough room to think about something.

So the only thing that ever existed in my gut was the thought that if I retreated, I would die there. That's all I took.

The treasure sword draws a straight purple line while being wielded, cutting off the sky. At the same time, I could see Hert twisting his wrist forcibly, punching through this side, but twisting the white as if.

- The sound of iron overlapping and blowing up. At the same time, something like burning odor pokes through the nostrils. Purple electricity and white reigned, superimposing themselves.

A moment after the collision, both arms scream as if they had pulled, telling the brain of the enemy's rigidity. At the same time the spine was whimpering and both legs were leaking screams. All of them, bite your back teeth off and force them to keep them down. What, this has been happening for a long time. Where I screamed one or two more times now, it would mean nothing.

Looking forward, there were lights in Helt's eyes that could be described as more violent than he had ever seen before. Even the terrible and ferocious fierceness is hidden.

I see. Maybe this is the essence of a human being called Helt-Stanley, one end of it. An explosive, violent nature that used to push and kill with great justice.

They are by no means heroic, nor graceful. Human violent impulses everywhere and everywhere. It was now appearing before me as if I had lost my shackles.

Oh, great. Definitely the best. Because this is the undisputed power of Helt-Stanley. If so, it makes sense to defeat and overcome it.

To set it apart from the abominable sludge past and beat it that way. I have to get over my coveted hero from the front. If I don't, I'm sure I can't take a step forward. I think that's why I'm here.

How can we stand next to the heroes who have never stood alongside each other? No more, there's no way I deserve to take Arueno's hand. To take the hand of my thoughts, you must be worthy of it.

Never again, let it drop zero out of this hand.

Purple electricity and white. There was a moment while we ate each other's blades. Next, pay the blade so as to strike it down without any of it, and set it up again. Breathe, swallowed. My lungs cramp that body.

We no longer needed words from each other. Only at this time was it all about the world to stand and be present with each other, and this place was the heart of the world.

Me too, and I'm sure Helt was intuitive.

- The next wave ends this trance.