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

"You lost."

I hear a mockery.

Grey skies. Grey clouds. Grey wind. Grey sun. A world that is neither white nor black. Narrow room between dreams and present. The view I saw during the following period. Same as always, somewhere different landscape.

Maybe the altitude is different.

Stay asleep in the wasteland and think like that. I was on the tower during this time. I remember being thrown down from the top of the tower. But that's why there's nothing to it. Interpretation is a dream. Events in a world closer to reality than dreams and closer to dreams than reality. Whatever happens, it means nothing.

Waste, pointless space.

"I'm still strong. That's me. There's no way anyone can beat me. You deserve to lose."

Setuna narrowed her eyes to a voice that should be called exactly self-portrayal self-praise. The Lord of Voices, it seems, is not a dragon. Though it seems to be the Black Spear's will.

When I woke up my torso, it was still or should be, it was up front. It looks human. In a gray world, that's all floating around. A black figure. Dark hair, full body blackness, as if imitating Setuna, I'm sure it wasn't overthought or anything like that.

Dark hair is not the only thing floating in the gray world. Red eyes were also strangely vividly brilliant in the narrow between this dream and the present. Same eyes as a black dragon. However, it is not because it mimics humans or because it has countless eyes. Two eyes. One nose and one mouth. You look like a human being itself.

I saw him one day.

"But isn't it weird as a matter of fact that I lose to me?

The black man must have noticed this one's gaze. He asked quietly.

"What do you want?"

Setuna woke her upper body. She then sat down on the spot and wore an agua. Full body, move freely. No pain, no fatigue. I guess it's because this is the narrow space between dreams and present. If it's real, it may not be if you're sitting in a lot of pain, etc. He was slashed in the back and stabbed in the stomach. It wasn't strange to be dead, but apparently, he's alive.

I'm living, I'm dreaming.

"Why did you lose?

The black man's words are light. It's always different from a black dragon full of majesty and heaviness. It's not strange if it had changed to the contents as well as the figure. Simply, there is also the possibility that this is Setuna's own dream, not the interference of black spears, etc., but I did not think in depth.

Anyway, if you wake up, it's all about forgetting.

"Why... well, they were good at it"

If it's not self-derision or anything, it's not modesty, I admit it.

Neewe Raam-Alsur was better at one or two. The power difference is unknown, but Setuna was cut, fatally wounded, and lost without cutting out her original power. Without the help of someone, Neewe would have killed Setsuna without bitterness, and Setsuna could have been killed without being able to reward Neewe with an arrow.

Worst case scenario, I was going to run, but I don't know if I made it.

"Does that mean you've come this far?"

A black man looked bored. I don't even have an expression on my bloody blue and white face, but for some reason, I can see Setsuna making him look boring. It's sensory. Maybe it's my fault.

"You finally give up"

"Who?"

I almost scream and swallow the words. If it wasn't enough to scream back, it wasn't so far apart. Words arrive, even if you don't scream

"Who gives up?"

"So you fight, huh?

"You bet."

I didn't even mean to peel, but I felt somewhat disproved that way, and I regretted it a little. No matter, I'm not going to give up. I don't know what they're capable of, they flirt with me, they almost kill me, but then they decide not to. I can't think of a way to deal with it at the moment, but I'm only willing to do something about it. I understand that you're not the only one who can handle it, but it's also true that you still have to do something about it.

"I'm relieved to hear that."

"Safe? You?

Decent.

Then, the black man, once again, said something unexpected.

"If you give up, it's boring."

"You're a black spear, aren't you?

I asked because I wanted to make sure this was my dream. If it's your dream, all the convenient things for Setsuna are nods. But when I inquire, I realize the fact that I can't be sure of dreams or whether I'm in a narrow space between dreams and present, and I laugh bitterly in my chest. This is ridiculous.

"Oh. That's what you call it, that's what you recognize, that's what you define. I can't remember my real name. So you can call me Chaos Bringer."

I thought you didn't like it.

I'm not flustered, but I got angry tones. Because I remember the reaction of a black dragon. At least the dragon wasn't the wind that liked the name Chaos Bringer.

"Well...... But you won't lose the name that set me up."

"Define... Hey"

When I rebelled his words, the wind blew. Grey winds swirl in the wasteland, rising sand and pebbles. When the man's black coat swayed, it was as if the dragon's wings had spread. It hurts. The red eye was looking at this one. Still, I was looking. Red as a flame, red eyes as blood. An eye that reminds me of the burning Hellfire and reminds me of the Blood Pond. He opens his mouth.

"I was named Chaos Bringer. Your thoughts in that name, your wishes, your prayers, your wishes, that's what defines me. I bring chaos. Let's call chaos for you and swallow everything for you in chaos. If that's what you want. If that's what you want. If that's your dream."

His voice sounds. Nicely, it resonates multiple times, stabs in the ear, and stains the eardrum. I heard a beating. Heavy as thunder, unstoppable as fury, the sound of the heart. My hands are shaking. No, it's not just the hands. My whole body was shaking. His voice, his words, shook his mind, his body. There was a feeling that the hair called whole body hair was upside down and the blood was refluxing.

"And let's ask. Who are you?

The eyes of a black man shine.

Asked, Setuna stood up on the spot. If you don't have to mock your trembling body, you won't feel it. Just do what you want, but do what you want.

"I'm..."

There was nothing to lose.

"Setuna."

First name, mouth.

"Kamiya-san. That's my name, all of me."

When I told him, a black man laughed just at the edge of his mouth.

The gray world begins to collapse.

I don't know what this ritual means, etc. Maybe it doesn't make sense. It's futile, maybe it's pointless. But still, Setsuna, it was good to see him again like this. Because I understood that it wasn't just being used. Even that thought, if it's what his, black spear, chaos bringer thinks, is fine. Now, I can think of that.

It would have meant something.

I'm sure.

With that in mind, wait for the time to wake up.

From the narrow between dreams and present, it falls to flow down to reality.

Opening his heavy eyelids and at the same time dull pain hit him from all over his body, Setuna nearly screamed. Among them, my back and flank are experiencing particularly strong pain. It's where Neewe slashed him and stabbed him. The flank is where Elenia stabbed him, as well as where Craig stabbed him. Whatever hurts when you get stabbed multiple times, it hurts, and fatal injuries are fatal. It's impossible to be as strong as the number of stabs.

In a blurry thought, Setuna laughed bitterly at the silly idea. And because of that bitter smile, my stomach moved and I had to look up to the fact that the pain swelled.

In sight, there's just wood in the ceiling. Familiar wooden ceilings. It doesn't seem to be a hospital or anything. Not to mention the Royal Palace infirmary. Probably a room in the lion's tail building. Of course, it must be a hospital room under exclusive military jurisdiction, not Setuna's bedroom.

"Setuna!? You noticed!? Good......!

I felt like I was about to crack my head in Faria's voice, which sounded suddenly. It seemed like an unfair-looking reaction, but recalling that she was always worried about me, I immediately withdraw the foreword. There were tears in Faria's eyes as she jumped into her sight.

I was happy.

The fact that Faria is thinking to me clearly tells me. I guess that's why. Setuna said in a shade of light, something she never thought possible.

"It hurts to be alive."

"Is that the first voice?

Faria has been making a slightly grumpy voice. The emotion also faded, but all the time.

"Because it hurts..."

"Well, that would hurt if it was all that serious. I'm just worried about one person."

Faria comes with a sigh. She sits on a chair just next to Setuna's sleeping table. He must have been nursing me. Naturally, it's not a team uniform. It was personal. Simple, but somewhere definite, the outfit suits her well.

"... sorry"

"Why are you apologizing... already..."

"Sorry."

Again, say. This time, she didn't come to anything.

Distract your gaze and look at the ceiling. Just moving my neck made the pain run, but it wasn't an unbearable pain. Over the past year or so, he has suffered a variety of injuries, from minor to serious injuries. Sometimes I was dying, sometimes I got my whole life in nine deaths. Speaking of which, I recall that meeting Faria was also such a situation.

"If only I were stronger."

"You're strong enough already."

He looked like Faria was exhausted.

"But he - he lost to Niewe, me"

"You lost the ability to summon an armed man."

"Yeah......"

"Then you don't just have to work out measures. I don't think we need to be any stronger."

I can understand what Faria has to say. I also know too well the word that Setuna and Black Spear have enough power. No matter how powerful you could get, it doesn't make sense if you can't control it. Even now, it's hard to say it's completely under control. Where further power has been gained in such a state, it can only be the possession of treasure.

Faria has gone unexpected with her sighs.

"That said, I don't think Setsuna will ever fight Niewe"

The wind was shaking the white book.