The sky is cloudy.
Lead-coloured clouds fold over several layers to shape a thick ceiling. It was as if no soul was to be missed from the prison world of this earth.
The wind, which began to engulf the heat of summer, flows light and enveloping everything. Most importantly, such a thing is no consolation.
In front lay the endless earth to show its endless expanse, behind it, so that the magnificent and luxurious castle gate, backed by its raging beauty, was firmly closed that even a slight infiltration of external enemies would be afraid.
Regardless, the role of the castle gate is correct. I can't complain. What is not wrong with you?
He looked up to the castle gate, standing behind him. The gateway that it was made of diamond was incredibly robust and robust from its elegantly ornamented appearance and believed to withstand the onslaught of any siege weapon.
It is true that any physical shock will not frighten you. That must be an absolute promise laid down from the beginning - the intimidation of the portal was overwhelming enough to convince so much of what it sees.
(Only the portal.)
He smiled slightly, turning back to the front again.
No matter how fierce the war, no matter how drunk by the war, no matter how broken the walls, how shattered the fortifications are, no matter how many mountains of corpses are built and rivers of blood flow, only this gateway will be safe.
And that should be proven from now on.
The symphony-like noise, fierce and heavy, but with the kind of hardness that stroked the nerves backwards, was approaching from far forward.
Tens of thousands of military shoes carve, the melody of war.
And his speed was rounded, and his eyes were rounded.
(Morning!
But how surprising, it doesn't cover the reality in front of you.
At the end of the wilderness, black earth smoke was about to set in. A good number of humans are approaching us at unimaginable speeds.
That was, I'm sure, an enemy army, but at such a speed that it couldn't have been on foot. Even if it's horseback riding, how do you prepare all those numbers of horses?
"No problem."
He smiled invincibly at them as he put them in his mouth and snapped, rapidly packing his distance from this one.
As usual.
Awful shore.
That was the word that defined him, and it was precisely him.
He ran out. Forward. The army of the enemy had come close enough to see the shape of the deep red armor of the running soldier at its head. The red armor is also said to be a unicorn head from a helmet with a unicorn-like projection. Anyway, that soldier, who cuts ahead of the line so fast that he didn't think he was heavily armed, had a beautifully decorated long spear in his hand.
He engraved a grin on the edge of his mouth. Raise your right hand over your head and tell.
"Armed summons!
When I wondered if his whole body had been enveloped by a dazzling light, the next moment a pitch-black spear appeared in his right hand, which he offered as if to offer to heaven. The distorted, and bewildering, spear emitted a dull glow as if seeking blood while still.
Gripping the spear without any hesitation, he was plunging into a deep red enemy soldier who was no longer approaching a distance of about five metres. In time, the moment is gone. To the distance the blade of the spear reaches.
"Goodbye!
He flashed the spear, with only his right arm. The slaughter of Divine Speed as he swung, gave enemy soldiers no chance to fight back, not even time to regret it. Try to break each armor easily. Excellent response. Without giving him a glimpse into it, which he fell as he erupted blood and turned into just a chunk of meat, he grinned ferociously.
Enemy soldiers like Yunxia were filling their sights. Most of those enemy soldiers are wrapped in hornless green armor, unlike the soldiers in the preceding line. The scores looked different from each other, but it was a story that had nothing to do with him. I don't care who has any weapons.
Because it's just dancing.
Kick the ground, he starts the invasion. Yes, it's not an interception. This is an invasion.
Unleash the lead group with a long spear with a spear. Just a flash. And just one hand, yeah. It was unthinkable just because of his misguided power, a power hidden in the spear he had in his hands.
Of course, I understand that with him. Instead, I could say I was wielding that spear because I was grasping it.
Ten.
What he crushed in his chest was the number of soldiers turned into corpses by an earlier claw. I didn't check it with my eyes. Just in response, I decided so. I don't know if there's necessarily a mistake, but that's not why I'm sure. Nevertheless, I immediately switch my mind. He is in the midst of an enemy army that is furious and pushing.
No, of all the tens of thousands of armies that push in like rage in the first place, there's only one spear wielded, and what will it be? The unusual power of his and the spear just waved, killing as many as ten enemy soldiers. But what is wrong with you?
Tens of thousands of them, this one's alone.
It's not even water on a burning stone.
(Damn right)
He laughs at himself. I didn't wait for the corpse in front of me to collapse. Without any patrols, jump. Amazing leg strength carried his flesh into the hollow. Into a light atmosphere. Under his eyes, an unimaginable large army meets each other, turning into a green tsunami and pushing him to the castle gate.
but he had no means or calculations to stop the invasion of enemy forces. Hard, closed doors won't allow enemy troops to break in, but the walls, please. Whatever the walls are, they are not strong enough. But that's something the enemy army should know too. Understood, he attacked me. I have the means. I'm sure.
He's still hollow. In the middle of enemy forces, jumping up into the air, etc. was not a sane shack if you think calmly. There's no way you can move around freely in the air. For the enemy, it must have been good. Easy to predict falling points, etc.
If normal.
"of Flash -"
He hoisted and swirled the spear overhead. At the tip of the fast spinning spear, a pale light lit. Its brilliance becomes stronger and more intense with each increase in the speed at which it swirls. By the time his flesh began to fall to the ground, his eyes were dazzling and brilliant, driving the sight of the enemy soldiers beneath him crazy.
During the descent, he noticed, in the middle of his sight, a soldier looking this way. At the point of his planned fall, he has a long sword. Apparently, the blind eye didn't work out what kind of principle. He grinned viciously in his chest.
What's wrong with that?
Scream.
"Lightbringer!"
Faster than landing - an enemy soldier didn't even give him time to react, and a shining cut in the pure white of his spear was piercing the green helmet of the enemy soldier. He had torn his skull, destroyed his cerebromedulla, and scattered his brain plasma and blood. Moment after moment, the light that was lit on the tip of the spear swelled rapidly.
The light diffusing with explosive momentum burst the soldier's flesh all over his armor. A fragment of his armor cleaved his right cheek in a bright exploding light that was just painful to his eyes, but, to say, that was the only visible damage to him himself.
Landing, he realized that there was a certain space around him. A certain range centered around him was in the midst of a green tsunami, which made it a kind of blank zone. The range, of course, must be the distance the spear reached, and who had stopped coming in as one in time when the cutting edge of the spear would manage to reach.
However, the ground is invisible.
Because the remains of dozens of soldiers caught in the earlier explosion lay to fill the ground. with red of blood and green of armor.
It may have been a quick and precise decision for the enemy soldiers to build a siege outside his range of attack. Seeing that explosion and not taking any measures is the extreme of stupidity.
Nevertheless, he did not turn off his grin.
One step, move on.
And the siege team also took a step forward. But we're in the midst of a major tsunami attack. Just one step forward without breaking formation, I could see considerable difficulty. That appearance tries to ignite his tenderness, but shakes his head, shakes off his troubles.
Now, let's focus on the enemy in front of us.
And he kicked the ground.
An enemy soldier in front opened his eyes in amazement and burned to his retina. Without any warning, anyone might be surprised if they could pack a pause in time. Even he was surprised by the speed of the enemy's march.
"Of instant shots -"
He told them to whisper in front of the enemy soldiers.
"Deathbringer"
Recognize as a response that the protruding spear broke through the torso of the enemy soldier and, furthermore, pierced the belly of the soldier behind it. As it is, the spear is swept to the right, and the surrounding enemy soldiers are gathered and blown away. I thought I heard screaming and cursing, but he decided that it was an illusion.
Once again, embark on an invasion.
The slight void that was born in front of him was instantly filled with green armor, but he did not care in particular. Lift the spear overhead as it swirls, increasing the speed of rotation even further. The surrounding enemy soldiers must have turned because they recalled an earlier explosion.
He laughed.
Because the enemy soldiers jumped at us first. That, no doubt, would be to stop the spear from spinning. It's the power to kill a wide range of soldiers. I wonder where the fool is to watch for the completion of such a thing. But I wonder how loose he noticed the fact that he didn't even intend to complete it.
As he swung down the spear of the soldier from behind with his brilliant body, he waved down the spear without watermark. Break the flesh of an enemy soldier with both armor. With a blood tide, he protrudes the spear to respond to an assault from further right forward, crushing the soldier's head. When I pull the tip right out of my head, I look over my head. Three enemy soldiers with spears were flying at the same time. It's impotent.
Throw back only a smile.
He reacted to the impending killing from behind as he jumped backwards. He turned around and struck out the spear, slashing and tearing the torso of five enemy soldiers. From the rear of the five men falling down with blood, jumping over its wreckage was a big man with a two-handed sword in his hand. Raising something like the roar of a beast, it strikes me.
(Zweihander, huh)
You will have to have some kind of vision for the great sword that the big man has shaken and that is as tall as he is. He was merely seen as a rigid, wild face of a forged two-handed sword.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
With the roaring roar of the beast, he returned to me. A great sword held with both hands was swung down with all its might. A blow with tremendous destructive power, but nothing like turning his flesh into a piece of meat. Compared to the big man, his childlike body was already in the air.
Even if the two-handed sword took his heart, the flesh was dominated by memories of the war. At some point a mighty force swirls at the tip of the spear that I was spinning.
"Storm Strike's -"
He looked to the big man. The emptied two-handed sword had a big hole in the ground in front of the big man. That's not all. Apparently, several soldiers were involved. I saw three bodies. Everyone has a spear in their hands. Earlier, they would have jumped out of the air.
When he stopped the spear swirling, he threw it under his eyes.
"Stormbringer!"
The spear pierced the foot of a big man who tried to put a two-handed sword up.
In a moment, a storm was born. The power accumulated at the tip of the ear was unleashed. The power of the storm. The forces of violent extreme wind expanded as they drew multiple spirals, excavated the earth, blew the body, chopped the big man up and swept him down, and involved hundreds of enemy soldiers around him to grow even more.
What a rampant whirlwind brings is destruction. The power of overwhelming destruction strikes a thorough ruin on the perimeter. In front of the storm, they don't mean anything like enemy soldiers' armor, they're all blown up, they hit with their buddies flying from somewhere, and they lose their lives.
How many deaths were born in the storm.
When he landed in the center of the storm, he pulled the spear out of the ground, which no longer unleashed all his powers and became like a shell out. The storm of destruction will stop soon. More importantly, the fact that the perimeter of the spear was windless was proof of that.
The storm stopped and it rained out.
The rain of blight and death.
Hundreds of soldiers, drunk by storms and transported to heaven and high, descended as corpses. It would be just the rain of death. And some were struck by the rain of that death and lost their lives. They are soldiers who were out of the storm zone.
With his power, I wonder how many enemy soldiers died. Five hundred should be crap. But then, it's not enough. Not enough to break down tens of thousands of armies. As it is, the walls are broken down and the castle fort is dropped.
(That would be fine......)
He rushed forward as he gently swung the spear. Fort Castle has fallen, and I don't mind anything. Maybe I can be neat. But something didn't make sense.
(In short, don't you care?
Along with asking himself, he doubles the enemy soldier in front of him into a single vertical letter. Push the corpse away, then push along as you slaughter the enemy soldiers. Destroy the arrows that fly from nowhere, with a stone poke of a spear, and swirl the spear as it is, sweeping away the surrounding soldiers. Once again, arrows.
He put his left hand in front of him. For a moment, a severe pain occurred in my palm. An arrow pierced his palm, and an arrow pierced the back of his hand. In front of me, there was blood.
"That's it, Setsuna"
What a joke it was that the boy's voice sounded so loud when I heard it.
He pulled his left hand out of sight with his face distorted by severe pain. Forward, the green tsunami was cracked in two. Yes, as if it were a saint's passage.
Tens of thousands of soldiers lined up neatly, not wandering around, as if they were waiting for the arrival of their saints.
He was desperate. I don't know why, but an overwhelming sense of defeat was coming into his chest.
It was a divine glow. Forward, I walked over from the other side of the green tsunami.
"Your dream ends here -"
"Shoujia Kuyuan (Kamiya - Kuo)......!
A word of awakening of Kamiya (Kazuna) could be taken as both a scream and a cry. He is a brunette, wild looking boy. Though the rarest deep red eyes are sometimes referred to as red like blood, he liked them. I'm not fat, I'm not letting you quit. Extremely, in average shape.
He stared at the wood on the ceiling. It was a terrible nightmare. My friend who disappeared six months ago, dreams of me being inhibited from being active. That can't be a good dream.
He jumped out of bed with a sigh. It's a weekday. It wasn't if you were distracted by nightmares. I have to get it ready and go to school. It's weird, but that's one of the few duties of a child. That much must be fulfilled.
Slowly stretched, Setuna looked out for the clock on the wall. The digital clock showed 8: 00 a.m.
He was stunned. Scream.
"Aren't you late!?
It resembled despair.
I wonder how often Setuna starts having nightmares. At least, I never had a crap dream like that before Quong disappeared. Rather, reality was more like a nightmare, and dreams, like paradise. Whatever the nightmare was, it was better than reality at the time.
For Setsuna, yes. If you try it from someone else, it must not matter. He knew that, and therefore, he wouldn't tell anyone. It's just a small detention. But that's it, that's all. I didn't feel like Setsuna was enough.
Anyway, nightmares.
The first time I saw it was after the guardian Quon disappeared and it should have been awhile.
The nightmare muscles are largely determined. Setsuna fights a large number of enemies in a place like nowhere else. Fighting numerous enemies is a refreshing feeling in itself, and if he can only cut and see there, he may cry with joy.
But the end of the dream, it always sucked.
Because by interfering with the guardian Quon, you wake up.
(Quon...... why you)
Setuna was groaning all over her chest, rubbing her bike all she could. I asked myself, it's unlikely that the answer would come to a boil, but still, I had no choice but to question it. Over and over again, I have the same dream,
It was just becoming painful.
and.
"Huh?"
It was when he stopped dressed up in a red light and looked over his head.
The sky is clear. In the ether, sunny enough to feel good, I didn't see one cloud, and the refreshing sun in the morning was so lovely that I couldn't help it.
The problem is.
"Gate...?
Floating in the sky it looked a lot like the castle gate I dreamed of. In that castle gate that has a gateway to the rigid stone, making it ravishing and robust.
And it's falling fast.
"Yeah!?
That's right, too, he just had to raise his bare voice. It's a junction on the high school road. Fortunately, there are no students at school, but that's not why there are no passers-by. He blushed, being poured a blatantly white knob.
But I just had to be stunned.
A giant castle gate descended from the sky.
It was while Setuna was surprisingly stiff that she stepped down in front of him. Far greater than the buildings around him, the castle gates, however, were silent and landed to show their beautifully decorated gates.
He came to a halt in unimaginable circumstances. My head turned white for a moment. But I'll get myself back soon. At the same time, he understood only the feeling that his surroundings were surrounded by different air. Naturally, I suppose.
The gate came down.
I'd rather not be in a state of panic.
(I mean, what's wrong with me?)
Along with self-derision, I admit. Because you're crazy, you're going to conclude that dream with a nightmare.
Setuna, looking around, was once again stunned.
"Become!?
No one was there.
Every single one of them was missing. Until just now, I wondered who existed. There should have been someone who sent him a white glance.
I was suddenly born uncomfortable with the familiar view of the school route - the cause must have been the castle gate that came down from the sky.
He looked up at the castle gate again. I dreamed about it, it was the castle gate itself that would have made that castle fort difficult to defeat, and I couldn't find any difference in dimensions. If there is no memory, there is no.
Setuna walked over to the gate as she placed her bike on the spot. That was the crosswalk at the intersection - down in the middle of the driveway.
(Oh, that's a dream)
I often talk about how I still dreamed if I thought I woke up from a dream.
Setuna, when she made up her mind, tried to touch the magnificent and streamlined gate. The tingling sensation passes from the palm to the whole body. Somewhere, it was a vivid stimulus. I've never felt anything like it before.
Setsuna narrowed her eyes.
This may not be a dream.
Vaguely, change your mind.
But whether it's a dream or not, it's a decision to make.
Setsuna pushed the door. The gate, backed by its heavy appearance, was extremely light and opened, even with little force from Setuna.
――
At that moment, a flood of light smeared Setuna's retina, dyed her consciousness and blocked her senses.