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

The mercenary group White Shield arrived in Myram a few days ago.

The city that once served as the capital of Logner was no longer anointed with Gandia flags and crests and could be said to be covered in a different colour than before. But I'm not losing my vitality. No, I was rather more nimble. Perhaps it is significant that we have escaped the rule by Zalwarn. A country called Logner has been swallowed up by Gandia, but not one's life has changed dramatically. It can be said that the rulers have just changed. And it seemed pleasing to the Logner people that the rulers had changed from Zalwarn to Gandia.

At the time of Zalwarn's ascendancy, Logner had a dark image, but it had changed dramatically now. bright, there are indications as if it has restored its original colour.

That could have been a casual assumption of Quon.

The Inn is so far from the city centre that it can be called a suburb. Given the convenience of transportation, it would be better to be close to a well-functioning city centre, but the White Shield is a large area of over a hundred people. It was normal to rent out one lodging but not enough rooms, and it was usual to have difficulty finding a lodging that matched the conditions, even if it was a boarding house. It is this Deer Bone pavilion that I found in it. As a matter of fact, the building of the Deer Bone pavilion could not fit in alone, but the owner got nothing from talking to the owner of the mansion next door.

Apparently, the mansion was originally a separate mansion owned by the Teulos family, which was a well-known lineage in Logner. People who admire the Teulos family buy and jointly manage what was put up for sale after the death of their predecessors.

Kuon had chosen the mansion as his place of accommodation along with the executives.

The mansion is surrounded by greenery. It had an atmosphere like a mansion built in a depressed and lush forest, and the garden surrounded by lots of trees was in harmony with nature. Perhaps it is unique to the suburbs. In urban areas, you can't be more free to perform the mansion.

In the garden surrounded by its greenery, the main members of the White Shield had their faces together. Two armed summoners, Wald-Mastia, Mana-Ericcia, and Iris, to the commander of the regiment, Quon-Camilla. There are other White Shield combatants.

Deputy Chief Swiel-Lanagaudi is taking Graham and several others out to Myram city. Swell had extensive connections to Logner, and he said he would try to find if there were any useful people rolling around to hit them, but expectations would be weak. I want people everywhere the same. Not to mention that Logner just got drunk by Gandia. Gandhian humans must be blood-eyed and looking for talent.

Quon himself does not insist so much on talent. I welcome the thickening of the layer of "White Shield," but I'm not placed in a situation where I want my hands so much that I can get them out of my throat. In the first place, we are still doing enough. If we possess any more power, we are likely to have a tougher gaze from the nations. Even The White Shield stands out. The Invincible Mercenaries don't know they're going to lose.

"Anytime, go ahead"

Waldo, with his fist, has done the trick of inviting him. It wasn't my usual uniform, it was a simple outfit called pants on my shirt. An arm stretched from a sleeveless shirt is a mass of muscles, not a ratio of that of the quon. He boasts an out-of-digit flesh among armed summoners trained more than a crowd. Although it is his valve that the way to fight relying on flesh is more suited to sex than relying on summoning arms.

Kuon is dressed similarly. Pants for easy movement on short sleeve shirts. He makes and sets up fists just like Waldo. Thoughts are clear, vision is good, there are no problems. I don't even care about the gaze of the audience consisting of the White Shield team. In the middle of the garden. The time between them is about five meters.

Kick the ground. Leap. Go to Waldo with low ballistics. Waldo doesn't move. No, it's half-step back. Waldo's knee covered Kuon's vision at the same time as the landing. He gets hit hard in the face. but there is no pain. Mow your feet with your right arm as you flow left. Direct hit. Waldo doesn't make it slight. He tries to step on me with his legs still raised, but he retreats behind me and turns away. The moment Waldo's left foot steps through the ground, he jumps again. A flash of gap. But the opponent had it woven too, his fist pierced Kuon's chest. Kuon's fist doesn't reach Waldo at all. He is slapped down on the ground as it is and kicked in the forehead. Roll down the ground and escape the chase. Stand up to pull your body off the ground and confront your opponent again.

Waldo also had a fist once, but was not willing to kill there.

Neither the blow that would normally make you unable to breathe, nor the kick that might cause a concussion, makes sense in this training. Any powerful attack is disabled and deactivated.

Kuon glanced at the audience. Illis with a swordswallowing face and Mana with a smile are staring at the two pair of hands. Mana was holding a shield with both arms. A pure white shield depicting a true circle. It is the symbol of the White Shield and the summoning arm of the Quon from which the name came. His own name was Shield of Messiah. It has the power that its name deserves.

The two blows don't work at all because the field is under the influence of a white shield. Throughout this large garden, the shield's guardian area is deployed. It's so powerful that it's said to be an invincible shield, each other's attacks are powerless even if they strike directly, causing them to suffer pain, but not a single scratch. That's why even though we train, we can cross fists without having to take our hands off.

I always used the power of the shield when I trained the whole White Shield thing. If we really bump into each other, we can see what we're capable of, and we know what they're capable of. However, the fact that an attack is deactivated also means that you do not know how much your full power will affect your opponent. If you continue to train in this way, you won't even know how to add or subtract power. So it was the only way to take it during the whole training.

There is another great reason to train in this way.

Quon wiped the sweat flowing through his forehead, checking the clock that Illis was holding. The clock shows a little around 2: 30.

(Can we still go?)

I wasn't sure, but he jumped out toward Waldo. Waldo's thick arm stretches out to control the tip. Bend, hear the roar of the atmosphere. Stick your fist up. A blow to the opponent's belly. But it was paid for at the hands of those who were available. The force is higher than the other. Even under the influence of a shield, the difference in muscle strength does not become even. It was natural for Quong to push down.

Besides, the number of training fields that have crept through is different. Waldo is far superior in strength and experience. That's why I want to bump into each other directly from the front. Makes me want to fight. The higher the wall, the thicker it is, the more challenging it is. Of course, I can't always go beyond it, I can't break through it.

Foot payments are ineffective either. Thick feet don't move like big trees rooted in the ground. Give up and fly back. I meant to ask them out for an empty look, but they didn't come on board. Conversely, he's going in. Fierce body hit from shoulder. Although I could have taken it with both hands, the discomfort that was wrapping my whole body disappeared as I was being pushed by force.

"Ah."

Shit, I couldn't even say that. The power of the shield disappears and Waldo's entire weight hits Quon. When I realized it, I was being bounced off. Vision flushes. The clock would have thrown a direct hit on Waldo, who was amazingly hardened as he remained in the posture per body. I saw the sky. Blue sky. Clouds are flowing. Though I was prepared, there was no shock on my back. Someone seems to have taken Quong's body. Most of all, there is only one artist who can think of such an art.

"Thank you, Illis"

"No, until I did what I deserved"

The owner of the super-human-stained power moved away slightly as he lowered the quon to the ground. My hands are complaining of pain, but my bones aren't broken either. The impact on the body was mostly offset by the power of the shield. You can say it was just blown away by the aftertaste. That's horrible, and Quon saw a man rubbing his head forward. He's a big, muscular man. The power of the vegetarian cannot be overwhelmed by Quon alone, but he has a summoning weapon. An armed summoner delivers true value through the synergy of a forged body and a summoning weapon. But now he was staring at Illis in tears.

"Come on, let's do this."

"Quon says it hurt more"

Though spoken for on his own, Quon did not pinch his mouth.

"What... when they say so"

"Reflect."

"Why are you so hard on me..."

"You are not Quon"

"Knock..."

Whatever his mouth was, Waldo picked up the clock at his feet. The clock was prepared to calculate the duration of the shield's guardian area. I stepped on it as far as I checked in the pair of hands, but when I saw that the guardianship barrier had disappeared, they were wrong in their calculations. Or have you even protected something out of recognition? Either way, it doesn't make a difference that it's a quon lapse.

One of the reasons I used my shield abilities to train was that. extending the duration of the protection by the shield and extending the effective range; For an invincible shield to become truly invincible, it is imperative. Even now, it is not possible to operate for long periods of time if guardianship is narrowed to individuals. But that doesn't make sense. He wants to protect everyone in his eyes.

"Master Kuon will fail, too."

"I'm human, too. I'm gonna fail."

Receive a towel from Mana and wipe the sweat. Soon my whole body was wet with sweat. Probably because I bumped into him with all my might. Comfort heals the mental fatigue caused by the use of the shield.

The white shield Mana was holding appears to have disappeared with the disappearance of the Protective Area.

"One thing I wanted to ask you,"

"What?

"Why are you in Myram?

"If you stay here, think you'll hear from Gandhia"

"He wants to be hired by Gandhia?

"No... that's not it"

Quon denied as he walked towards the shadows. Besides Mana, Illis follows. When I saw it, Waldo was staring at the clock. Maybe it's broken.

In one corner of the garden, a large tree is rooted. What a tree. Extending his branches toward heaven, his appearance as if he were claiming his presence caught his eye at once in the garden of this mansion.

The men who were cool in the shadows left the scene to distract the Quons.

"I'm interested in Setuna-Kamiya"

Was it Setuna Zenon-Kamiya now? His role in Logner control led him to be inscribed in Gandia's history. The leader of a group of mercenaries, and the head of the SS of a king of a country. It was summoned to the same world, but its position and identity were very different. Different people, different lives. Natural variance. Whatever the absolute separation there was, it had nothing to do with Quon,

"You told me that you knew Master Kuon."

"Somehow, I'm sure. For what I haven't actually seen."

It could be someone else. The unlimited likelihood of it makes him want to skip a bitter laugh at himself for thinking of it on his own. I heard (hear) a voice. It was his cry, and that's why I missed him. I want to meet you and protect you. He may be angry that such a thing is unnecessary, but Quon's feelings have not changed for a long time.

"You think there could be someone else?

You'll be disappointed then.

"So if it was you, what would you like to do?

Asked by Mana, Quon meditated. Some sights floating behind his brain remind him of his days with him. He was a dear friend to Quon and thought he was half-body. It's a wild assumption. He may not think so. But it's true that we've been together for a long time.

The residual light of pale youth glitters behind the retina.

"I want to bring him in with me."

"To my people..."

"Of course, I don't know if he'll respond."

Probably, they'll say no. He also has a position and a position. It's hard to imagine abandoning the splendid position of a royal palace summoner and turning to a mercenary. But still, I wouldn't know unless I met him and talked to him. You can talk about it and get them to think about it. If not, I can honestly give up.

"Dear Kuon!

The voice belonged to the group. From outside the garden, it runs like a flying. Quon stood up unexpectedly because the way it panicked was unusual.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?

"There's been a circular from Myram's commanding officer saying that tomorrow, His Majesty Leongand will see us here!

His voice was rubbing up, but it wasn't like he couldn't hear it. But Quon had nothing but to float a raw reply.

"What?"

Even though I was expecting it, it was too sudden.