Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

In a large space with a huge cylindrical ice column in the center, a fierce sword trident noise was heard.

"Haaaa!!

"Oh, my God, you're messing up my sword again, aren't you?

Together with a temperamental roar, God's speedy knife extraction is unleashed. In an instant, a few black lines are drawn to the universe, but its sharp sword flashes do not reach their opponents.

On the contrary, at the same time as they point to a moment of disturbance, they are likely to be pierced between the brows by a poke that has been stretched out to sew. I shook my head in awe and managed to do something about it, but my temples were shallowly cleaved.

"Oh," Coke wave!! "

The poke I received earlier was one of the knife moves of Yae Oak Stream. Therefore, Shizuku understands more than anyone that the thrust is a three-step structure. Torn temples, albeit slightly disintegrated, make avoidance difficult.

Therefore, Shizuku pressed a sheath on the ground and scattered the impact before the impending flash of the second stage penetrated him. Turn crushed ground ice pieces into impromptu shotguns and somehow escape from time.

"It's good to have a gift from him, isn't it? Without it, I'd be dead long ago, wouldn't I?

"Ha-ha-ha..."

The black-haired ponytail Shizukuishi remains silent as she breathes with her shoulders on a white Shizukuishi (...) that snaps a white knife (...) in a whispering tone.

Shizukuishi was currently fighting the imaginary self, just like Hajime.

The relative phantom was unlimited white, unlike in the case of Hajime. White-haired ponytail with white-magnetic skin. The knife and clothes are all white. I can see red and black glittering eyes.

Its white Shizukuishi opens her mouth with an unpredictable disgusting look from Niyaniya and her usual Shizukuishi. That's something that's been going on for a long time. The content naturally exposes Shizukuishi's negative emotions.

"Painful or painful? Afraid? You want to cry? You don't have to hide it, do you? I know everything because I'm you. Yeah, I know everything. '

Fifteen minutes have passed since the battle has already begun. In the meantime the Shizuku blade has never arrived and the white Shizuku is a beautiful thing.

In contrast, Shizuku, shallowly cleaved all over his body, although painfully avoiding fatal injuries, is wet with blood sweat. Even now, blood flowing from the temples and cheeks is dripping from the thin tip of the jaw.

'I really didn't want to do swordsmanship. I really wanted to wear cute clothes with frills rather than road clothes or Japanese clothes. I preferred dolls and sparkling accessories to bamboo knives in my hand'

"... Shut up"

Shizuku was first led by his grandfather to hold a bamboo knife when he was four years old. My grandfather, who was the head of the Yae Oak family who inherited an ancient swordsmanship called Yae Oak Stream, must have just let him have it in his play. But at the age of four, Shizuku showed a single scale of talent.

Shizuku still remembers clearly that her grandfather, who found out that her lovely grandson inherited the talent of the genre, also collapsed the usual Buddha top surface and it smiled happily already.

From that day on, swordsmanship and Kendo archaeology became part of life for Shizukuishi. My grandfather, my father, everyone in the dojo praised me for being amazing...

But the truth is...

"When Mitsui came to the house, I wondered if the prince had come." Shizukuishi, I can protect you, too. Could it have been? You told me that and you dreamed of a story like a picture book with a cool boy. He would make himself a girl. It protects me. Makes me sweet. That's what I thought. But, hey?

"Shut up."

With his teeth clenched tightly, Shizukuishi stepped in and pulled out his sword at a divine speed, "without clapping." A flash of spatial fracture - "Flashing Hua" trajectories the space itself without breaking the white Shizuku, but that is completely offset by a white trajectory drawn in the exact same orbit.

He does not give up, he rolls out more sword triumphs, but his exhaustion is done, he is sent, he is taken, and he is poked through a flash of gap and his hand wounds increase on the contrary.

"The only thing that Kwong Fai brought about was his obsession with you. Isn't that right? From elementary school onwards, full of justice and kindness, the glow of being able to do anything was the focus of the girls' attention. You (I) waved a bamboo knife at a woman's habit, her hair was short, her outfit was plain, and you couldn't stand the girls to be beside him like that. Yeah, well, I still remember that word. Words said by one of the girls who likes the glow." Was it you? ". You were shocked, weren't you?

"Shut up!

It brings back bitter memories of elementary school behind Shizukuishi's brain. By then, the hair had been cut short and cut together for the sake of archery, and the outfit was often plain, and there were times when she looked more beautiful than cute, and she was certainly far from being a girl.

Such a Shizukuishi would not have kept the girls quiet if they had been with the popular Shizukumi since elementary school, and they had been subjected to a temptation that there was no such thing as adding or subtracting children's deaths or forgiveness. In that, that was the word I still can't forget. Regardless of appearance and swordsmanship, for Shizuku, whose contents were the girl herself, it was above all a hard and shocking big word.

I have also asked Kwong Fai for help. But at that time, the line that Kwong Fai says was decided. i.e., "I'm sure he didn't mean it" "Guys, you're good kids, right?" "You can tell if you talk," etc. As the saying goes, it goes without saying that Mitsuki went to the girls to discuss her words and behavior towards Shizukuishi, and the wind became stronger. Increase your ingenuity so that it doesn't shine too.

Even when I talked to Kwong Fai, all I came back with was a troubled grin, and only when did Shizukumi stop relying on Kwong Fai.

Such a life went on all the way to elementary school. If the Kaori I met since school hadn't stayed beside me, I might have been heartbroken and thrown out everything.

"I really don't like it, but I can't quit swordsmanship because I'm afraid of betraying my family's expectations, and I can't distance myself from the guilt of throwing off childhood tampering that doesn't have any shards of malice, even though it's painful because of the glow... really, you're indecisive and halfway there"

"Oh, no -!?

A white Shizukuishi sword cut gravity due to "heavy flashes, bringing a moment of floating and stagnation to Shizukuishi. There, the sheath held backwards is wielded by the horizontal giraffe, and then the" focal wave "is activated all the time. Shizuku, whose white ripples of magic spread and exposed his flanks to defenselessness, blew up in abundance as his consciousness was struck by the shock and pain that seemed to blow up.

Bounce several times to the ground and somehow stop as you slide down the ground.

"Goho, geho"

Bitterness and blood spit out of his coughed mouth. I feel a tremendous pain in my abrasions. Obviously, two or three have passed away. The shock also seems to be hurting your gut. Somehow connect the consciousness that seems to be flying to the other side.

Tips and footsteps came under Shizukuishi, who couldn't get up right away. It's like a countdown that informs death, and Shizuku desperately tries to get up in agony with his expression.

White Shizukuishi whispered sweetly at such a suffering Shizukuishi. With a gentle voice, ripping my mouth like a three sun moon, like a demon.

You don't have to get up anymore, do you? Someone will clear it even if you don't suffer. That way I can go home. It's okay, because I won't take my life if I give up here. If you stay asleep, when you wake up, it's all over. '

"What..."

'It's just a choice.... Of course, if you don't give up, I'll kill you. Relentlessly chop it up'

White Shizukuishi with a grin that shivered with nickel and fear. In the white knife of the stripper in his hand, a sign of the carving of Shizukuri was attached to Betri, like the blood that Snow White had dripped in the snow. The look of the squatting Shizukuishi fades when he sees the sight of potari potari and his own blood dripping from the sharp, poked at him to show off.

But in the next moment, kick! and stared back at his vagina and began to focus on his limbs without even worrying about the blood gushing out of his wound.

"Guh, uhh!!

'... yes. Right. If you were me, you'd get up.'

When Shizukuishi snorted one, she narrowed her eyes and waved down the white knife. Shizukuishi takes it with a black knife, standing on her knees as she roars.

At the same time,

"Fly," Away from Heaven! "

I managed to earn some distance by blowing up the white Shizuku with my ability to pull it apart. Shizuku stands up slowly as the white Shizukuishi twirls around in the air like a cat and decides to land magnificently on her ass.

"It's a mess. Just something I don't know. I'm not going to be in a psychological battle like that."

"Psychological warfare, right? You only don't recognize your emotions. Until this year, that's how I mean it, keep my surroundings quiet with strength, always caring about someone... and I can't even realise that I really want to lean on someone... '

"You can't hear me say shut up!?

Shizukuishi makes advances that do not see fine dust, such as the usual calmness. There is no tactics, just a clear desire to silence the opponent. Our samurai fat muscle paints an unparalleled sword flash into the universe.

The phantom was created based on reading the negative emotions of the subject. And if you don't accept that emotion that was exposed, you increase its intensity indefinitely. Conversely, if I accept it, it will weaken... but in Shizuku now it was the former state.

Therefore, for Shizuku Shizukuishi, whose power is only increased, it was already equal to children's games, such as Shizuku's sword trident, which disturbed the mind.

Shizukuishi's full body moves are lightly embellished and, conversely, sophisticated sword moves are knocked in. Shizuku, whose movement is slowing down because of his flank injuries, damage to his gut, and lost blood, was further injured by his hand, which became more agitated and recruited, and his movement became dull. It was a complete vicious circle.

To such a Shizukuishi, the white Shizukuishi opens his mouth as he begins to chase further.

'That's what happened when you came to this world. I was really anxious and full. Ishtal told me about the demon crusade and I was heartfelt terrified. The night I killed the demon for the first time, I wept like no one else could. The feeling of cutting the meat didn't go away, and I didn't feel like I was losing any creepy blood, so I hid and wiped it many times.'

"Ha!!

Shizuku tries to extinguish the words of the phantom with a voice of temper. However, the act itself demonstrates the rejection of Shizukuishi and does not accept it, so the difference in power opens up even further.

"If Nagumo-kun hadn't devoted all his energy to the comfort of the confusing fragrance weave when he fell to Natsuru, it would have been you (me) who was crushed by the terror that poked at him. Ever since that day when you felt a clear death, you have been frightened by the fear of death, the fear of killing… you continue to be frightened '

"Agu!?

The white Shizukuishi "Thunder Hua" bursts, and Shizukuishi's body becomes stiff. The white flash stroked Shizuku's neck as he poked through the gap. Push! and make a noise and the blood splashes.

Although fatal injuries seemed to have been avoided thanks to the distance taken by blowing by the "focal wave", which also involves herself in the staggering, blood poured out of the gap between Shizuku's fingers, which lay their hands on the neck muscle, dazzling and exuberant. I didn't get my carotid artery torn, but it's still a neck wound. Bleeding is quite common.

A clear vision of death emerged and overwhelming fear and despair began to strike Shizuku's heart. The emotions I was desperately suppressing leaked out and my hand holding the black knife shivered.

White Shizukuishi spins sticky starchy words like a spilling hedron as she rips her red-looking lips suddenly.

"Hey, you. You were happy then, weren't you?

"Huh?"

To a sudden question, Shizuku leaked his voice with a frightened look while keeping his neck muscle under control.

Nagumo-kun came to help me. You know that, don't you? There's no way I'll ever forget that moment in your life. '

"Say what..."

'A pinch of absolute despair...... no. At that time, you (I) did give up. I gave it all up and tried to accept an irrational death. I didn't believe there was anyone in this world who would save me refreshed.... That's why you were distracted by that red glow and the overwhelming power of not even thinking of your big back, your enemies as enemies'

"Chi, no..."

I never want to admit it, I can't admit it. Feeling like they say something, Shizuku tries to scream a word of denial at me. But as I said such resistance was futile, Shizukuishi relentlessly unleashed her words.

"Even when Kaori was killed. If you're unconscious, I'll tell you. At that time, for the first time in this world, you said," I followed Nagumo-kun. He said to you (me), "Trust me, wait." And you really responded. As you believed, every best friend and childhood friend saved your (my) heart. Since then, you've been desperately distracted... but you can't mislead me anymore. '

"Stop, you're not. I..."

To Shizuku, who shakes his ears and head as if he were a toddler, the statue pokes at the inescapable fact.

"I like Nagumo-kun."

"Huh..."

Shizuku clogs his voice. My neck remains shaken to deny, as always. There's no room for blood to spill out of the torn neck muscles or care.

Because that's an emotion you should never admit. Because it feels unacceptable. Because it is a sign of betrayal that must not be.

To Shizuku, so spiritually hunted down that he had no room to release the word of denial, the phantom gently gave the word of cessation. It's like a flower for your hand.

'If I were you, you'd like your best friend's beloved. - You traitor. "

……

Shizuku's knee broke. The light of will is fading out of my eyes, although I painstakingly stand on my knees to support the Black Knife.

That's all, the words thrust into my heart were... intense.

Something called mind is very difficult to control. It would not be an exaggeration to call it an anomaly, such as someone who can completely manipulate his own mind. That feels the same way about liking people, something that can't be explained by reason. So even if Shizukuishi liked Hajime just as much as Kaori did, it's too much to say that she just had that feeling and betrayed him.

But the negative emotions of Shizukuishi-Shizukuishi, deep in his heart, broke his feelings as "betrayal".

That may be due to Shizukuishi's natural seriousness and his constant gratitude and fondness for his dearest best friend, who leaned in at the hardest times.

I guess I feel too strongly about taking care of Kaori to just favor Hajime. Well, I have sometimes, uncontrollably, made various faces look hazy. A genuine smile, a wretched face, a bewildered face with Bo, a stubborn face, even a relieved sleeping face... where Kaori doesn't know, is probably why he's applauding guilt.

"Besides, you attacked Shea, didn't you? I wonder why that is? How could it have been Shea, not Yue or Kaori?

"Wow, but..."

'The answer is simple. You envied Shea, didn't you? I don't even get jealous because I know I can't beat Yue from the edge. No matter how jealous you are, you can't attack Kaori. So he admitted he was his lover, the most jealous (...) targeted her.... You're a real coward, aren't you?

"Huh..."

Turning away will no longer come true. The enemy in front of you will not forgive me for that. Every time an arrow of words pierces you, the words of objection are also shot through and scattered, losing power so that they leak out of your hands and feet. Conversely, the white Shizukuishi were overflowing with power.

As proof of that, the white Shizukuishi unleashed a kick to soften up from the bottom without allowing the response of the stepping in Shizukuishi "without clapping.

"Ha!?

Innumerable spears of showery rain struck Shizuku, who leaked his breath and rose and floated in the universe. Blackknife instead of shield on an unconscious level, but that doesn't prevent everything...

"Ahhhhh!?

My whole body was fully chopped up. The sheath is slammed against the screaming Shizukuishi with even more damning presses. Shizuku is blown away with tremendous momentum as if he had been hit by a dump car and slapped from his back by an ice wall. The ice wall behind you is pulverized radially.

The shock of being forced out of all the air in his lungs, his whole body about to fall apart, and a wound so engraved that he didn't even know where it was going to hurt anymore, caused his body to set its limits. Shizuku sits back in the form of a back deposit on the ice wall as she slips off the ice wall as it is and throws her hands and feet out.

Blood adhered snugly to the ice wall and began to build up on the ground as well. Shizuku sees the other self walking in slowly with Xia's eyes. My body doesn't move. The overlapping load on the spirit also shrivels the will to move.

"This is where all the stupid lives that pull off the poverty lottery end. The reason for this ending is that you killed yourself too much, you really stupid bitch (me) '

Shizuku does not answer. I'm just shutting up and looking up at the white Shizuku. From the appearance of full-bodied creativity without being slight, it also appeared that it had already expired.

'Is there anything left to say at the end? I'll even chop it on the ice wall for you. This place is connected to each other's space, so if we're lucky, someone who broke through our own trials might come and find a will, right?

……

Shizuku does not answer. Instead, a tear shizuku drifted down its cheek. Just quietly, the grain of light flashes through her cheeks, creating a stain on her pottery and knees.

Shizukuishi herself was not sure why the tears overflowed. Whether you understand your own death but from the fear of the late, from your despair of losing your future, from the remorse of being descended without being told, or from the sadness of not seeing your loved ones anymore... or all of that?

Staring silently at it, the white Shizukuishi squeezed the knife of the stripper backwards. half-body and stick out his hand holding the sheath as if it were aiming. Ahead, Shizuku's head.

White knife sharpness is the same as black knife. Then it would be possible to pierce your forehead and despair without even feeling pain.

Murder that increases in clarity. The stop blow is in front of you.

Something springs up in Shizuku in front of the sharp pointing at him. My mouth opens painfully and I try to expose that emotion without shame or hearsay.

"... I don't want to..."

……

The words, they didn't care who. Words that just wish for raw. I don't want to die yet. I want to see you. To my best friends, to my companions, to my family, and to someone who has become fond of me in a different world of land. Again.

But I can't stand alone anymore. Because my body and mind got tired.

So...

"Ha, suke, suke... who... suck, suck, suck..."

Cry like a toddler and ask for help. Someone was always counting on me, and Shizuku was always on his side to help her. Crying, I can't do this anymore, I can't stand anymore, I've never cried for help, etc.

The truth is, "I dreamed of a girl who would be protected like a princess, but her role became more like that of a knight, as she was asked, as she was forced to polish herself by necessity. Although I was only ever unhappy and tolerated myself like that... I knew it...

'Too bad. It's too late. To use that word.'

The overflowing heart at the end is undone by the merciless other self.

And a spectacular killing spirit was unleashed from the white Shizuku. Unexpectedly, Shizuku closes his eyes squishly. With that forehead hanging, the life-piercing white murder blade protruded straight out.

……

……

……

'... it won't be possible'

My own death, which I will not visit for ever. The moment I meditated on my eyes, I felt my back was lighter somehow, but now I care more about the sound of the white Shizukuishi's flash than that.

Shizukuishi opened her fearful eyes.

There...

"Huh?

"Damn, what time is it? I don't suppose that's what the Great Labyrinth is after."

There was a critical, stopping white sharp, touching the skin or not, and an arm of metal that was exchanging it. A familiar metal prosthetic hand was stretching from behind and clenching the white knife tightly, making a noise, stopping the vicious blade to Shizuku with a single hair.

At the same time, in the evil state he heard, Shizuku opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder. There, at some point, the ice wall had disappeared and a passage had been made, and it appeared that the hajime that had come out of it was supporting it to bend and hug Shizuku as he sat down.

"Hey, Nana, huh?

"... chip, aren't you worn out"

Hajime glanced down at Shizukuishi in a grumpy manner, then glanced at the white Shizukuishi with a sharp beastly glance. And run a red spark through the prosthetic hand grabbing that white knife. Shortly afterwards, the prosthetic hand began to vibrate super fast like it was sumptuous.

Kiiiiiiiiiiii!!

"Eh, this."

A unique actuating sound sounds. At the same time, a bikily crack entered the white knife. A flashing white Shizukuishi pulls back at me to retrieve the knife... but at the next moment, the white knife was crushed from half.

Hajime fired a burst slug bullet from his palm as he pointed his prosthetic hand straight at the white Shizuku. An awesome shock strikes the white Shizuku with the red ripples and blows it wide.

Hajime, furthermore, when he took out the cross bit, flew it to the white Shizuku and caused it to assault. I'm not going to kill you. Because this is not the battle of Hajime. It is only a buy of time.

Seven crossbits shoot shots at each other as they work skilfully together so as to pull the distance apart. Feeling the roar, like a distant noise somewhere, Shizuku stared jizzily at Hajime's face supporting himself from behind.

It's as if I'm even dreaming about it, and the truth is that I've been killed for a long time, and the hajime in front of me is an illusion or something that my brain showed me just before I died, and I'm afraid it'll disappear at the next moment.

In such a Shizukuishi, Hajime removed a test tube-type container from the "treasure trove". When I opened the lid with my mouth, I did not hesitate to penetrate into the mouth of Shizuku, who was opening his mouth with a pocan.

"Hmmm!?

"Don't throw up. Drink up if you're willing to die."

Shizuku suddenly tries to spit his eyes out reflexively while black-and-white on a foreign object that comes into his mouth. In doing so, Hajime is forced to swallow divine water while holding Shizuku tighter and making him irresistible.

Shizukuishi panicked for a moment, but was hugged by Hajime, and the warmth of it passed on made him now bicilious and stiff. Stare at Hajime's face at close range while tubing the test tube. Finally, this is reality, and I seem to understand that I was saved a single hair in a flash, and I can no longer look away as if I had been imprisoned by Hajime's eyes.

Eventually, Shizuku's body, which rattled his throat and drank all the divine water, was completely healed by the wound as if the full-blown creation had ever been a lie. However, there is nothing you can do until the blood you have already lost is regenerative magic, so it doesn't make a difference that you are weak.

"Are you sure it's Nagumo?

"What else does it look like?

"So, but why, why, here, me..."

"Calm down. I just finished my trial and got out here if I was going down the aisle where I showed up. Perhaps each space is connected. Well, I think it's too much to get out behind the Yae Oak."

"Well, then, Nagumo really wants me..."

Body pain disappeared, too, and you realized you were spared death, now hollow tears of relief. And while held, Shizuku gently reached out to Hajime's cheek, even as he said that all he could see was the hajime anymore to confirm its existence. But when I tremble freaking near touching it, I distort my expression painfully and pull my hand in.

Furthermore, as weak as it is that it should not be held by the hajime, he pushes the hajime's chest and tries to distance himself. I rubbed the overflowing tears with gossip and cuffs and turned my face away as well.

Obviously to Shizukuishi in strange condition, Hajime opened his mouth to his butt as the white Shizukuishi, which at some point was based on a white knife that should have broken, was cut with the crossbit, while I assumed that he had been considerably recessed by the self of the phantom.

"Look, my body wound would have gone all fast. It's a revenge match. Come on, take it down."

"Ah. So, but I... I can't beat that one, so..."

Shizuku turns his gaze toward Hajime, saying excuses. To Shizuku's appearance I've never seen like that, Hajime said, "Instead of being dented, you're breaking my heart!" and look up to heaven. I honestly was surprised because I thought it was the strongest of the four Gwanghui.

White Shizukuishi is gradually packing the distance with a cross-bit gap. It doesn't make sense for Hajime to knock him down, so about half of it is a patterned move, and it looks like he read it.

Shizuku showed his approaching white self how frightened he was to see.

Doesn't seem. Doesn't look like it at all. But, or this is the real thing...

Hajime narrowed her eyes to Shizuku, who did not rise frightened. And he starts staring at me with an extremely serious face.

"Hey, Nagumo? Um, he..."

"Yae Oak. Don't worry."

"Huh?"

It was a Shizukuishi in agony at an imminent enemy, but when they say that while staring straight at me with a serious face, I accidentally gather blood on my face.

In front of such a Shizukuishi, Hajime took something out of the treasure trove.

That's...

"Come on, take it." Masked Pink Mark II "for you.

"... Nagumo-kun?

Why, here it comes out, the elaborate full-face mask of the design was gleefully pressed against Shizukuishi, who becomes a jito eye with anger, forgetting the weakened spirit as well. Unexpectedly white Shizuku also stops on alert to the flashy mask that is suddenly coming out and being pressed against the main body.

With that in his ass, Hajime offers a masked pink mark ii as gooey.

"Nagumo-kun! Not if you're kidding! He's coming!

"Rude. I'm not kidding. Look, wearing this powered mask pink will triple your perceptual abilities. You can beat him with this."

"Also, wastefully high performance..."

"You're starting to want it, aren't you? If you can't win without this, don't hesitate to take it."

"I don't need it! You don't have to put that on to win! Or as much as I can put it on, I'm gonna fight like crazy in death! I've never been treated like a pervert before!

Shizuku vehemently argues while attracting his expression to Hajime, who forcefully theorizes that it is a delicacy he boasts with a serious face. I get dizzy so I can get a headache.

The trick and tone are the same as usual. Hajime sneered at Shizukuishi, who was still turning his eyes, and lightly put Kamen Pink Mark II into the "treasure trove". And unleash words on Shizuku, who is Kyoton.

"That's right. You can win. It doesn't have to be like this."

"Oh, wow, I..."

Shizuku clogged his voice as he gave a look like he chewed up the bitter bug for getting on the easy induction. Ignore that. Hajime overlaps words.

"Yaeko. Don't forget. That's certainly another side of you, but it's not everything. It's just part of what consisted of negative emotions. The important thought should be that Shizuku Yae has it in front of me right now. Wouldn't you?

"What I have…"

Memories overflowing the back of Shizuku's brain. It's about a family that smiles with heartfelt joy every time it grows one, being helped someone along with Kwong Fai, being sincerely thankful to the person who helped it, meeting a best friend named Kaori because there was a painful time, and many other things that are hard to abandon, unforgettable, full of kindness and warmth.

I don't know why I haven't even remembered... the answer is obvious. Little by little by little by the whispers we had heard since we stepped into the Great Maze, because we had been guided to consciousness.

The light of will came back into Shizuku's eyes. The poplit light flows straight into Shizuku's limbs.

"That way it recesses into his words is also proof that he can face it properly. I'll just reopen it if I'm busy. After that, what do you want to do? That's all. You're being too serious. Go more aptly, aptly. I can't believe you can do as much or as little as you want later if you live."

"Nagumo-kun..."

By the way, Hajime, who shrugged his shoulders while saying I was busy, started collecting crossbits at the same time. Time is enough.

Feeling Shizuku gaze at himself, Hajime put his back on the ice wall and put his arms together. And give words straight back in return for Shizukuishi. Hajime himself, I didn't mean to, but I'm sure that's the word Shizuku wanted most.

"I'll watch you."

"Huh..."

"You should try until you can win. As long as I'm around, I won't just die. I won't let you die. It's okay."

"... it's a killing complaint"

The last word is only in the mouth that does not even reach the person's ear. It should not have arrived naturally to Hajime, but fulfilled, what look would it have looked like if it had been heard? Shizukuishi imagined, spilling a crunch and a grin that I'm sure would give her a troublesome look.

And when I think that I'm sure both Dr. Aiko and Liliana must have been just like me, I feel strange that I'm really crazy about falling in love with such a poor quality man.

Shizuku rose up, making himself jump as light as a feather, as he had lied until earlier. And once I scratched the black knife, a gift from Hajime, I confronted my imaginary statue, quietly nestled with a resolute expression.

With Hajime showing her back, Shizuku asks quietly, though, with a sweet voice somewhere.

"... you'll be watching? Me."

"Oh."

"You protect me when I have to?

"Oh."

"Yes. Then... I'll go"

"Whoa. Come on."

I'm not making up for the blood that's flowing. The truth is, I'm going to fall out of anaemia even now. But its footprint is far more certain than when it came into this hall.

Relative to your own fiction. The white Shizukuishi waited quietly with the white knife in his hand.

"Well, you flirt with your enemies in front of you, don't you? That's a pretty good deal."

"Really? Thanks to Nagumo. And I'm not flirting. I wish I could."

'Oh, I knew you'd betray your best friend. And make love enemies......'

"Stop the barren conversation. There's no point in asking yourself this. Live, again, I meet Kaori and the others. And then everything."

……

To the unwavering Shizukuishi, the white Shizukuishi pushes silence. And I noticed that my powers weakened a little bit. That means Shizuku is aware of his emotions and is beginning to accept them...

"I might have a fight, and I might make you remember a terrible shock. They might even despise you. But I'm not giving up. Let me see what's best for me. I'll try again and again. I'll never give up."

"In the end, you're going to be a fighting woman, aren't you?

"Right. But for seventeen years, that's how I've lived, now. Sure, I've lived by pushing and killing all sorts of things, but what I get as a result is so important that I can't throw it away anymore. And I decide to believe that I will definitely get something nice in the future.... apparently, even a woman who fights will be protected by someone far stronger than me"

"Only," because he is dear to Kaori, "what an indirect reason. Definitely. '

"I don't mind if I do. Not now."

Shizuku gently pulled his leg off when he dropped his hips and took the stage of a knife extraction technique.

"I have no leeway. A blow. I can put everything in this blow. If you want to raise it, try to raise it."

'Hehe, I see. Wonderful temper. I wonder what a time it really is to show up. Someone to stay where you need to be when you need to... I thought it was just in those stories.'

Signs of sharpening everywhere emanating from Shizukuishi. With the bleeding and mental loads, in a body that is already at the extreme of fatigue, it will certainly have to do everything to a blow. Exactly, it's a blow to the ground.

In the earthen pit, white Shizuku turned for a moment to a man on the wall who revived Shizuku as if he were an immortal bird. I'm sure the whining is also what Shizuku did hold.

White Shizuku similarly dropped his back and took up the posture of a knife extraction technique.

The pressure swells up rapidly. Seems like they're slashing and tearing each other apart with the will to overthrow each other. Unlike cold air, sharp and cold temperatures fill the surrounding space.

Shizuku's heart was as quiet as a fountain in a deep forest. Because I feel big on my back. Because I can tell you're looking straight at yourself. In case, I believe you'll protect me.

"- Huh."

'Ha!!

I stepped in at the same time.

Shizukuishi and white Shizukuishi crossed the ponytail like a meteor.

And remain remorseful a few meters away with each other's backs turned.

And, at that time, he made a noise with the pastry, and the Shizuku ponytail was unraveled. The hair string that was tied was broken. Is that due to a sword trident, or a deterioration due to repeated combat...

As the tension became silent and filled the space, it was... Shizuku who snapped.

The moment I made a chirping, petty sound and sounded a chirp, the zurli and white Shizuku shifted. My body was severed. As it was, I tried to blend into the universe when I let loose my appearance and disappeared. The side of it seemed somewhat satisfactorily broken.

Shortly afterwards, Shizuku leans and collapses with the grali. Extreme fatigue and relief from tension made me unconscious and unable to stand.

But Shizuku was never beaten to the hard ground.

"Brilliant. Still, it's like falling in love."

"Nagumo... hehe, can you stay in love with me?

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, too bad."

Hajime gently lowered the stopped Shizuku to the ground.

As we tapped each other lightly, a third path emerged dissolving the ice wall, different from the path Shizukuishi had come through and Hajime had come out.

"Yae Oak, is it hard to walk?

"Right. I need a break. That said, if you don't use regenerative magic because there's nothing you can do about anaemia, you won't be able to move it decently either way...... So, Nagumo, nice to meet you, huh?

"Ah?"

"Take a hug, will you?

"... Yae Oak, anything a little different? No longer reluctant or thickened..."

Hajime returned a slightly bewildered glance at Shizuku, who demanded a hug and spread his hands. Shizuku shakes his unloaded straight brunette with pleasure as he zeroes his couscous and grin.

"I was just trying to be a little more honest. Why don't we join the others sooner? That's right. Nagumo-kun, could you make a given artifact of regenerative magic? The Black Knife also incorporates features, but it's a trivial one."

Hajime leaned his neck toward Shizukuishi's change, while certainly not necessarily having anything between them and joining Yue and the others, so he decided to respond to his request that the recovery should be quicker. Shizuku requests more while removing material from the treasure trove.

"Why don't you decorate my hair anyway? Look, my hair string, it's cut. I like it cute. I gave it to Jewes, like those snow crystals."

"... that's the one with a lot of orders. Really, it sounds like something blew up."

While complaining, I thought, "Well, I'll even celebrate the offense," and created a hair clip with a pearl-like light glow, a crystal of magic and affinity. It's like a series of countless fruits, or a series of such beautiful jewels, like a morning mist Shizukumi lined with leaves.

"Beautiful..."

"Look. This is it, right? When you're equipped, let's go."

Shizuku watched the playback haircut he created in the dozens of seconds of things for a while, but Hajime calls out to him and rushes to ponytail him.

"... what do you think?

Hajime deepened his confusion that something was still wrong with Shizukuishi, who dyed his cheeks and asked him that at the top of his head.

"… things are not far from regenerative magic, but they also seem to work with regenerative functions to the flesh without problems"

"... that's not what I'm talking about"

Of course, I know what Hajime and Shizuku meant to hear. However, somehow, this interaction gave Hajime a sense of vision. It's like, yes, it looks just like that atmosphere Aiko showed in [Kamiyama]......

"Well, I can't help it," Shizuku shouted, sighing at the clouded hajime. It's a silent, and again, hugging request.

Unfortunately, Shizukuishi could not move properly, so Hajime had no choice but to take the gravitational stone out of the "treasure trove," Shizukuishi took control of the head.

"If you're going to make it look like before, I'm going to protest. If I leave the Great Labyrinth, I'll sprinkle Nagumo-kun as a seriously ill patient."

……

Of course, it is obvious what disease you suffer from if you look at the end of your gaze towards Shizuku Hajime. My eyes are pointed in turn at my hair, my eyelids, my prosthetics.

Hajime silently returned the gravitational stone. In this case, it was obviously because I also thought it was a rejection to carry them on board. They only want a hug.

At last, a bad feeling surrounds Shizukuishi's chest. But I can't do this forever, and I don't give a shit about getting fatal injuries from Shizukuishi, so Hajime had no choice but to bend over with his back in front of Shizukuishi.

"Mmm, the princess had a good hug... but I can't help it"

The scratch about what I couldn't help but seal in the depths of my heart and Hajime lifted his hips, ignoring as much as possible the weight on his back and the soft feeling it conveyed. As soon as possible, Shizuku entwines the spinning arm with a gnaw. My body is also so close that I don't have any more.

Hajime began to walk silently into the newly emerged passage when he stood up. While I'm guessing it's connected to someone's space again.

There, there's a whispering voice. It is not a whisper of the labyrinth. A more sweet Shizuku voice. He talks to his ear in a way that puts his head on Hajime's shoulder.

"Hey, Nagumo."

"Hmm? What?

"Were you listening to me and the other me?

"No, there was a distance, and your voices were small."

Hajime shakes his head to Shizuku's question. Shizuku gave a slight hint of thinking when he groaned, "Yes..." Then he opened his mouth again with his palms facing Hajime's eyes.

"This hand is full of swords, isn't it? I guess it's not a woman's hand."

Hajime looked surprised not knowing the intent of the question, but dared not look at Shizuku's palm, which was being blanketed in front of him. Sure, the palm skin looks thick and hard. It was a sign that I had been polishing myself for years and years.

"If you call a soft, scratchless hand a woman's hand, it certainly doesn't look that way."

……

"But I think it's a good hand."

"... Really?

"Oh. You can't have anything heavier than chopsticks, what a far prettier hand than his."

……

To the words, Shizuku made a cuddly clench to hide whether it suddenly lit up exposing his palms. At the same time, the force of the arms you hug becomes stronger.

"Nagumo, thank you for coming to help me"

"Nothing, I'm not here to help. It just so happens."

"Heh heh, the other me was saying. It's like a story. That was true both during the Orcs and at the Royal Palace. I thought you were weighing in on the timing.

"Don't be silly. Every time, it's critical...... no, is it too late in a way for Kaori? Anyway, it's not bad for the heart. He wants more room."

Shizuku zeroed his couscous and grin at the hajime he returned with a fed up look.

"Me, too. The contents are pretty maiden ticks. The truth is, I wanted to be more deceptive than swordsmanship, and I admired a princess or something to be protected by a well-dressed boy. I can't believe when I was drawn to the world of dreams in [The Great Labyrinth of Harzina], so much so that I made myself a princess and experienced a love story with a knight. Though it was painful on the boulder and I couldn't speak to everyone very well."

"Sure, that hurts"

Shizukuishi smacked Hajime's head "wrapped in oblate" to divulge her honest and relentless thoughts with a bitter laugh.

"Well, what do you want to say? That's me, so that I'm very grateful to Nagumo for rushing over and helping me in times of danger. I was really glad to hear that you were watching over me and that you wouldn't let me die."

"... you're exaggerating. If I let Yae Oak die..."

"Kaori grieves, doesn't she? I know. Not for me, but for Kaori."

Shizuku precedes Hajime in his words. There was no such thing as a despicable color there. Truly, it is an obvious atmosphere, just like telling the truth.

Hajime, yes, is right, but he said, "You do anything for Kaori, right?" He put in a few corrections while dissatisfied with Shizuku, who spoke as if he could see through.

"... 80% of the time."

Shizuku shall be Kyoton. If you say that about 80% is for Kaori...

"What about the other 20%?

"Well, Yae Oak is a good guy. I'm not going to actively abandon you."

……

Surprisingly, Shizuku's cheeks became a little feverish when she found herself in the hajime to the point where she could actively reach out if it was a pinch.

And as he buried his face in Hajime's neck, he dropped his own best friend's sarcasm and bomb statement.

"Nagumo, I want to see Kaori soon. I want to see Yue, Shea and Tio as well as Kaori. So, I say I like Nagumo-kun. I don't know what's gonna happen, but I'm gonna be a little more honest and bump into it."

"Right. Then no................................................... hey Yae Oak, now you"

"Nagumo-kun, I'm a little... tired, Protect me..."

In Hajime's ear, I began to hear her sleep sooooo. Apparently, he left himself in Hajime and fell asleep. Just drop the bomb, then leave it. The arm is just like her best friend's place of business.

As Hajime wrinkled between his eyebrows, he continued to walk silently as he held Shizuku back. Inside "How did this happen?," he said, holding his head.

Don't notice Shizuku's cheeks turning bright red like apples...