A Wish to Grab Happiness

Purple electricity and a white-blade twist. That's exactly, between blinks. It was a moment that seemed like an eternity condensed everywhere.

The throat is exhausted in agony and tension is rising in every muscle of the body. Now, my eyes kept looking at the hero in front of me.

Helt-Stanley. The sun itself rising to heaven. I scorched. I kept coming up, hero Tan. That's what grandeur looks like, and now he's taking the sword as my enemy. Without even trying to hide that ferocious will.

Much better. Nothing more. This is the best place for me, and this is the end of it.

Allow the exhalation to slowly zero out of your lips to relieve tension, and then place the sword over your right shoulder. There was no wonder. A treasure sword says that's a good way to wield the blow of your body that you should do now.

There is no longer anything in the depths of your chest that says you are a small worker or false. I understand very well that the heroes I admired are not the kind of people who can kill with some form of manipulation or trap. I don't remember being in such a hurry.

That's why I just spit all over you. That's all I wanted right now. That's it, I don't mind.

In contrast, the helt stands so that it has a white sword at the waist. That's the same setup as that night. A wave that once did not arrive and could not be exceeded was there.

The golden shipyard's eyes dwell in a dazzling outrage everywhere. There's not one mix of palms or confusion there that would have been. There was just a pure will.

Engage the paralyzing pinkie in the pattern, narrow the eyes. I breathed and let my teeth bite lightly. Neither Me nor Hert tried to make a move, either standing still. It's as if we're going to spare each other this time.

Sometimes the sound and the hour and all of them disappeared from the surroundings. You don't breathe, you don't drink down. It's just that the eyes capture the enemy.

We no longer have words for each other. There is no small work. I was just waiting for a moment to come.

Yeah, I went a long way just to get this moment. Those days I've been on my knees for too long and many times. I even held humiliation and giving up, and still kept going in a hurry, this way.

The body is like a string of squeezed strings, tense. The tip of the treasure sword swayed as it swayed the sky. Oh, I suppose so. Everywhere, a long journey where you can even talk.

- The end of it is here and now.

There was a noise that didn't sound. Me and Hert, something in each other's chests meshes, and that's how we drive both legs. When it used to keep stopping, it finally moved now.

As if breathing together, the two gestures were undoubtedly simultaneous. Neither gets ahead of me nor delays me.

The sword tip of the treasure sword sounds like a hissing, and the white sword runs through the sky even breaking the sound. Only two lines float brilliantly in thin darkness.

I am convinced that it was indisputably supreme to me and a wiggle all over me. Overlapping everything that has come this far.

Still, it was the fierce white blade that provoked the outrage not to eat the enemy's heart first. The bottomless talent raises the roar, but burns the eyes of the ship like it did.

The wave was just like a storm. A flash from my left armpit to my heart and my neck just like that. The surrounding sky is easily torn apart and paves the way straight to the blade. Pure everywhere, just to hold the lives of our enemies.

An inescapable death was imminent. A clear death that cannot be prevented or avoided.

Oh, I thought you knew that. Naturally. What makes that Helt-Stanley wave so easy to get below me? There is no way I would make such an unusual assumption. With enough momentum to chew his back teeth off, he rings.

It was only then that I waved down the treasure sword without changing track as it was. To twist your shoulders and handle your arms as forcefully as objects, but only slightly to reach the blade of a hero. Faster, faster.

The blade of the helt definitely chooses inside me first and eats through my heart. That in itself is unprotected. If I'm going to let a hero deliver the blade, I can't help but pay for it. If so, you can pick him up from this side. What, it was already done once.

Force the leg you were letting step in to stretch and drive for one step. So narrow that the time seemed cramped. I was showing it to you once earlier. But this time it's not about protecting yourself, it's just a step towards slaughtering your enemies.

That's exactly like stepping into the hands of a reaper yourself. Hert's white blade no longer devours my flesh and bathes its entire body with blood.

Nevertheless, it is true that the orbit was only slightly out of Helt's mind. The blade is stuck to the shoulder, not the armpit. That would be between blinks, but it would take time to eat through life.

So, that was enough for me.

Assume, identify, and draw lines for everything behind your eyes. Keep it that way, wave your arms. The sword naturally cut its trajectory without slight madness. In the midst of what may seem like cramping, it drives your hips around and puts all the momentum on the treasure sword.

The flash, it ran.

Helt-Stanley, the one I burned, the one to kill a hero like the sun. In thin darkness, purple electricity erupts. The symbol of hero killing engraved on him by the treasure sword sparkled with beauty.

Me and Helt's roar leaks, and the treasure sword and white blade speak for the Lord's will as they bathe in each other's blood. They were accompanied by a slight tremor, as if to breathe.

That's how the moment of trance ended.

There was a feeling of eating meat in my hand, the smell of gushing blood punched my nostrils, and the blush of broken bones struck my whole body. We were there, spitting each other's blood and holding our blades as if they were overlapping.

Neither, no more power. I can't move or turn myself around.

It was natural. The two swinging blades pierced each other's bodies, and in so doing, they were completely cutting off the roots of life. My vision is sumptuous, I'm not sure if I'm still alive or dead. However, the blood flow running through the entire body developed abnormalities with the turbulence.

Only each other's weak breaths can hear each other. Apparently, he's still alive. That must be close to a miracle. That's how the miracle ends in a few moments.

Something like fever is covering my spine, I see. Even the tears are going to fall.

- Yeah, I kill a hero with this hand, and that's how he kills me with that hand.

I see that my own heart clearly weakens the sound. With the utmost strength, open your lips.

"- Give me a brief farewell, Helt-Stanley. My good enemy."

Hert's eyes widened slightly. And so he talks, as if it were a normal street.

"- Yeah. If you can, next time, be my friend."

That's all I said. After that, nothing. There was just a silence until it was odd, and there was a feeling of heat being taken from the flesh.

Nothing more. That was the moment I tried to let go of my worn consciousness.

The sound, even as if it were discord itself, overlaps and strikes the earlobes.

- Oh, I don't know if I need any more of them.

I heard the heart, which had lost its vitality, make a strong noise. What I've heard is a sound I've heard. It sounds very uncomfortable and doesn't care where it was.

A sound that sounds like a voice itself, but doesn't have a voice-like weight. I see that's getting closer to this way now.

- Then again now, let's get that soul. For all salvation and all happiness in this world.

The eyes cramp and the blood the body keeps spitting out is surprisingly cold. The body tells me that it is unlikely to move as a single finger, but that something approaching it is a clear threat.

Golden hair, into sight. The way I once was used to and even admired it. That's now, with a different look than it used to be, there you are.

The body doesn't listen to what it says. Besides, the white blade remains stuck in the meat, and even if you hear what the body has to say, it is not easy to move.

Therefore, only eyes had been opened before that clear threat.

"I wonder what's wrong, with those scary eyes. I'm glad you're being a little friendly."

Childhood care, something that looked like Arueno, was there.