Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

"You can do it for the first time."

Setuna had half-hearted the words Azmaria-Altemax had spinned as she looked down at this one. I am not listening because of rebellion. Heavy pain had refused to even hear praise from her. It hurt so bad. A headache that cracks. In fact, tears are spilling out of my eyes in such severe pain that it is strange that it is not cracked.

It was a direct hit.

He ran into the gate that Azmaria had summoned. There's no way we can make a sudden stop in the air. It makes sense to clash. And it was so painful that it seemed that Setuna's nose bone would break, and in fact, it was strange that it didn't. So many shocks rushed through his nose, his face, and his entire body.

So he scratched his claws on the spot and still moaned his sore nose. Azmaria's voice tells herself that she can't help but go through her left ear from her right ear.

The two of them are still in the woods.

Nevertheless, a distinctly different picture is spreading from when it was dominated by gloomy silence. Naturally. The storm of destruction caused by bouncing the Imperial Demon's light bulb has uprooted the surrounding trees. The scenery had changed and the terrain had also changed dramatically.

The green ceiling is removed, and the Ethereal Dome, which is just dazzling, is spread overhead. Blue sky. Is the sky of every world blue and clear? So much so that I thought about it, the skies of this world resembled Setuna's well known skies. White, shining clouds are pushed away by the wind, and the sun, thoughts and light emitters shine brightly. I also thought that if there was a universe in this world and a sun, it might be a very similar world.

The wind blows through, carrying the smoke.

It had crossed a few dozen metres radius from the blast site and had been decided in a large crater. When I saw it, Setuna was what I had in mind to chill my liver. In the midst of so many storms of destruction, it was well kept safe. If I'd gotten involved, I wouldn't have been sorry. No, I should have been involved. I was the one at the heart of that destruction.

Still surviving. Five bodies, not split. The wound on his leg was complaining of pain again. The feeling of being temporarily paralyzed seems to have returned. Though the tail of the Imperial Devil was missing and the blood was spilling out, Azmaria had just given it to me. He stopped the bleeding and wrapped the bandage around me. The pain is painful, but it must have been many times more than leaving it alone. I was grateful to her in that regard, and I am grateful.

Azmaria asked me if I had foreseen a fit when the facial pain subsided.

"Still think it's a dream?

"... No, this is real"

Setsuna admitted honestly. The pain gained by hitting him hard in the face or being hurt in the thigh was definitely a real thing. If you dream, it's not strange to be awake all the time, and there won't be enough to feel the fear of death. If this was a dream, I'm confident I'll die laughing the moment I wake up. That's how realistic it was.

Fighting monsters, the weapons in your hands, everything is real. I think it's a terrible thing. It's horrible. Though a monster, he took his life. The fact was shaking Setuna's mind.

And I also admit the fact that Azmaria summoned me.

"Oh, my God, you're so honest."

"I'm not stupid either. I know it's not the kind of sight my head can imagine."

"I mean, your imagination is poor."

"Um, come on, one of you admits it, so don't take one fried leg at a time"

"Sorry. Sorry."

She had a cool face, although she looked at the woman who would not even think it was bad, etc. No red clothes, no red hair, not even dirty on sand and dust. He seemed to have distracted the bystanders in that battle, but how can he stand around intact? Second, I thought about that.

(Huh...?

Noticing herself naturally accepting to fight, Setuna flashed.

Azmaria tells me quietly.

"Even though it was a miscellaneous fish, it was only possible to fight so many Imperial Demons against it. You can be confident."

Setuna looked up to the beauty of Azmaria. They were in a blast. Setuna stays awake and Azmaria sits calmly. Her bright red hair and clothes swayed in the wind, and she also looked like she was wrapped in flames.

Setuna half-eyed, looking at the top of her Buddha. Doesn't it say something that isn't in your mind either?

"Praise me, what do you do?"

Then she seemed to laugh bitterly. Setuna could not see the change in her expression because she abandoned and turned away.

"What can I do to compliment you?

"No, praise, praise, praise, kill, complete ideological brainwashing, etc."

"If you can brainwash humans just by praising them, it's not that easy."

"Mmm. Well, praise me, watermark me, forgive me, treat me down,"

"What is it, then? Isn't that ruined to treat you down to that?

"... Indeed"

Setuna nodded uncontested. I wasn't willing to argue in the first place. It's just a word game. There's no way I'm going to hang out with her.

Slowly, stretch.

Fatigue has not been felt so far. The recoil that moved my body violently is likely to come, but so far there is no such thing. Maybe he's still high spirited. Does exaltation not make you feel the fatigue of your flesh? Indeed, his mental state was not normal. They killed a lot of monsters. It's weirder to be able to get back to normal.

"Besides, it was your subpoena that decided to win or lose the battle ahead."

It was odd for Setuna that Azmarian knobs were soft on the tone. It's a strange feeling. I'm sure this must also be because of a strange mental state. When I decided that, everything in this situation seemed strange. I want to laugh right now. But I also know I can't just laugh. Her words, too, were clearly tapped into her head.

"Shall we?

The words she utters are uttered in disgust. I don't know what the words mean, but my eyes went to the pitch-black spear that protruded on the ground in front of me. When it comes to deciding to win or lose a battle, this is the only thing I can think of.

A weapon that emerged from nowhere by words spoken as Azmaria prophesied. The pitch-black spear, about two metres long, was in disastrous shape when looked at again. I don't know what it is, but it's alien. I remember fear just by watching. I guess that's not just because of the shape. The power hidden in this spear makes me think so.

Setuna, reaching out, touched the pattern of the spear. I feel the illusion that a soothing sensation passes from my fingertips to my palms and arms to my whole nerve. Consciousness is sharpened and vision is widened. I'm sure it's my fault too. That's not even ridiculous.

Still, Setuna slowly raised her hips in that fantastic sensation. As you rise, squeeze the pattern and pull the spear out of the ground.

"Is that about this spear?

He tried to gently lift the spear. A pitch black spear. Its glossy, beautiful tips showed the royal devil's claws, flesh, and bones, easily chopped and torn, or pierced.

At first glance, it's just a black spear. But they remind me that when I hand it, it's just a trick. My chest trembled in such a sensation that the ferocity hidden in the inner depths poured into the depths of Setuna's consciousness in my hands. When I was watching, I felt nothing but fear. But when you put it in your hand, it becomes an aurora and scratches your emotions.

"That's right. The black spear, you summoned more than the other world, is your weapon. I can only summon you, only you armed."

"I summoned... just me"

To Azmaria's words, Setuna put her strength into her spear-shaking hand. The weapon came out of nowhere. At that time, the moment Setuna shouted the word armed summons. That did resemble a lot of summoning magic that is common in games and such.

"Nevertheless, I'm surprised"

"Hmm...?

When Setuna, uncomfortable with the sweetness of her voice, turned her attention to Azmaria, she said inadvertently of the pitch-black spear he had raised. The tranced expression emitted a tremendous colour and I thought it might appeal to both men and women. Katsuna also forgot me, in love with her beauty, which was red tide.

"Such a summoning weapon never sees it that way"

"... yes, is it?

"Armed Summoning - a generic term for skill in summoning an armed man like your spear - has something that requires both knowledge and skill, but can never be filled by it alone. You know what that is?

Azmaria has moved her gaze from the spear to here. Only the voice had calmly returned, with a look like it was floating in the heat. I don't want to impress you that it's something you can imitate cleverly. And I couldn't possibly have answered her question. Rather than not knowing exactly what it was saying, it didn't come into my head.

I was fascinated by the golden eyes of Azmaria.

"It's talent."

To one of her words, Setuna returned to me all the time. To listen closely to Azmaria's words, clear your ears. Craters in the woods. It equals no murmur, but I felt like I shouldn't miss hearing it.

"You can change it to qualities. All that, no matter how hard you work, train and gather knowledge, you can't get it. I was born with it. Is it possible that a roadside stone becomes a diamond? Same as that. Whatever you scratch on your talent, it's only natural that you'll be outnumbered by what you've built up."

"In other words?"

"You can be a brave man or a hero. If you want it."

To Azmaria's conclusion, Setuna blinked her eyes.

(Can you be a brave man or a hero?

I thought it was like a game world. Summoned by different worlds, he exercises mighty power and becomes a brave man. It's a stupid story. It's a crap story. I don't care about that. I don't want to be like that.

Sure, I've had those dreams before. In my dreams, I used to fight like a brave man or a hero. The dream of defeating numerous enemy soldiers was refreshing in itself. But it's a dream, so it's comfortable. Even if I could do that in real life, it's decided on something with a bad aftertaste. Even the aftertaste of defeating a monster is creepy.

"I'm not interested in anything like that."

"Hmm?"

Azmaria returned the expression to its usual Buddha top.

"In the first place, I wish I had lived normally. I didn't need power, and I didn't want to be summoned to a world like this."

That was serious.

The power of the spear in my hand is amazing. I can understand it just because I fought lightly. It's a vicious force. It will be fun to wield this power and fight. It should also be interesting to ravage enemies with overwhelming force. It must be joy, such as twisting and suppressing with mighty force.

But Setuna never, ever wanted such power this way when she was born. I've wanted power before. That was good enough to protect my beloved mother. It's very personal. It's not that big of a deal. No force was needed to halve the forest.

I hate fighting. I didn't even want to think about competing and competing with anyone. That's how I've lived. I'm not going to change my mind.

"So what do we do?

I want to go home.

Setsuna responded instantly. I want to go back to the original world. That was an emotion so much stronger than the desire brought about by the black spear. I want to return to my usual routine. I wanted to go back to a boring but peaceful day where I didn't have to fight meaninglessly. My mother and I suddenly missed each other. I was worried about my mother, who was stronger and weaker than anyone else.

Azmaria shakes her head.

"Hate, my Gate is basically a one-way street. I cannot send you back to your original world. [M] It can be used as a means of travel to other worlds."

"Then you can go back to the original world, right?

"How many different worlds do you think there are from Illus Valle? A million-dollar world. It is said that tens of millions of worlds, etc. We dived the Gate, but it was transferred to another world - so you won't like it either."

"Yes..."

Setsuna was discouraged. She's right, instead of returning to the original world, it doesn't accumulate being transferred to yet another world. Naturally, there is no Azmaria in that other world. I can't even come back here and see if I can live in the land.

My mother's face floating behind my brain sinks into the shadows. You don't think I'll see you again?

"Speaking of the former, I'm sorry you dived into something suspicious called my Gate. You should give up and figure out how to live here."

"That's a transfer of responsibility."

"You're not. You dived through the Gate by your will and arrived at this Illus Valle. I was the one who asked for your summons, but it must have been your will."

Hearing Azmaria's truth, Setuna thought of that moment. The appearance of the castle gate in my dreams plucked my liver, and I was confused by the strangeness that happened around me. But Setuna did push the door open with the will of Mizuna.

I wonder why you tried to open the Gate. You could have ignored it. As Azmaria said, the usual, irresistible routine would have continued if we had ignored the Gate and others. Unsalvageably crappy, I can't even see the same shape of tomorrow, every day like that. It was a day of peace and tranquillity.

Can we no longer get it back?

He admitted that his vision seeped through. Wipe with your sleeves in a hurry. The school uniforms he attends have already been blurred in earlier battles. The only connection to that world might be this blurry uniform, but it didn't seem like I could even take care of it.

"It has to be. Your presence here must be the result of your own will. Even if I spin the cause, the result must be drawn with your own hands."

Pressured by the intensity of the force Azmaria put into her words, Setuna raised her face. It turns out he was leaning down at some point. I had no choice because my heart was sinking. Right now, my mind wasn't floating. But I'm looking into her eyes.

"It's all your choice. That's the path you chose and walked. I only threw one choice, into your world. I didn't push your back. Did someone call you, too?

"Oh......"

Affirmative. She's right. At that time, it was my will to open the Gate, and the result of my choices is my adrift in this world. When he understood, Setuna was gripping the spear hard. It was clearly recognisable that power flowed from the spear. This is not a fantasy or anything.

"You've already chosen. I walked out. You are on a path that cannot be turned back. We just have to move forward from here. You can look back, but you can't go back."

The words of Azmaria come naturally into my ears. I won't refuse. Accept. Everything is real. It's not a dream. I didn't say no in nightmares or anything. I have pain. My heart is crying. But there's nothing more to it than taking it. Turning away from the reality in front of you doesn't solve anything.

This is a different world, and there is no way back to the original world. I just have to live in this world.

But look.

Encouraged, Setuna put her gaze around her. The outer periphery of a huge crater. Countless trees line up to edge. What is on the other side of it? Until the end of the horizon, there was no doubt that a strange world lay. Look up in the sky. The blue, shining sky is so beautiful that I've never even seen it in the original world.

I guess something is still awaiting us in this infinite world beneath the sky.

If you think about it that way, it might not be a bad thing either.

"There are countless roads. Now I can go anywhere in this big world. You're free. I'm not tied to anything. Nothing can bind you. [M] You have the right to choose your path. [M] Wherever you go, whatever you do, I can't stop you."

I felt my back pressed.

"Come on, go. Setuna-Kamiya. Armed Summoner of the Black Spear."

Setuna noticed herself walking out at some point in the wake of Azmaria's voice. I was worried about the pain in my leg, but when I walked out, I couldn't stop. With the wind blowing, move on without even thinking about it.

I wonder where we are. Where to, I wonder if I'll see one. Some thoughts came to mind, but soon disappeared. The wind raises the dust. Setuna looked over her head trying to be stirred by the wind, sheltering her eyes.

There is a blue, just blue, clear sky.

(Is that...?

Setuna watched the sky unwittingly sway as she looked up to heaven. Blue, seeping. That gradually gets worse. And something hot told her cheeks.

When I found out that was my tear, something could play in Setuna. I screamed. Alas, I shouted out loud, voiceless.

(Goodbye)

Setsuna said goodbye.

Those helpless, crappy days and.

Everyday full of peace and tranquillity and.

Born and raised in the world and.