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

I'm in a dream.

I'm dreaming of no weirdness whatsoever.

The very fact that I have a consciousness that I'm dreaming is a strange thing, but I didn't wonder about it. Naturally, he is aware of dreams as dreams and distinguishes them as unreal.

Because I was on the train. He sits in a chair for two and looks blurry at the view flowing out the window on his right hand side. I think it's like a landscape I've seen. Along the sea. A flock of blue skies and clouds that fall out. The downpouring sunlight is calm, and the sea level is bright and bright. Between spring and summer. Close to the season of reality.

With the woman in the next seat leaning against his shoulder, he was finally aware that one other than himself was on the train. The woman next door was a beauty characterized by blue hair. I wear glasses. When I saw the lid was closed, it seemed to be asleep. Somewhere, I feel like a woman I know. I can't remember the name, but I'm sure it is.

Fu, when I looked at the opposite seat, there was also a woman sitting there who looked a lot like an acquaintance. That, too, is both of us. One is a red-haired woman and one is a brunette girl. They are both beautiful and they are relaxing and shaking their heads. Everyone seemed to be asleep.

Seeing another seat, there was also a woman there who looked a lot like an acquaintance. Some gray-haired women, big blonde women, chestnut-haired girls, some gray-haired women. I couldn't hide my dismay at the fact that there was no such thing as a woman with jade hair on the train with all the women very similar to acquaintances.

At least, in my dreams, I wanted to see her again...

That was the arrowhead I thought.

The train rocked violently and stopped suddenly. A roar sounds and the vibrations pierce the body. By the time I realized it, it was blown away. Somehow thrown out of the train, he saw a world of extreme colour dyed gray in an instant. The sea disappears and is covered by a gray earth. There can't be a train or anything. Disappear one who looks very much like an acquaintance, and he who is left lands in a gray world.

Narrow room between dreams and present.

A space where you can come into contact with the will of the summoning armed.

"... I've been having a good dream, haven't I?

I heard a colorful woman up close. Noticed, thin and supple fingers crawled through his cheeks and neck muscles, entering his clothes and trying to reach his lower body.

"What the fuck!?

When I unraveled and glanced at her, the woman looked surprised. She was a woman full of luscious charm. She's a beauty, to put it bluntly. A woman with long dark hair on the ground and red shining eyes even in a gray world. Its fleshy limbs just look like they have a black cloth wrapped around them.

"Oh? I thought I'd charm you with better dreams."

In a compelling eye, there is magic. At least he looked away instantly, feeling the danger of being boned off when we were staring at each other. I don't know why, but I thought it was the right thing to do. Ahead of him, a man sat down.

"Don't do it. You're in trouble."

The man sitting in a horseshit on the gray earth boasted a lumpy body. It covers the forged flesh with black armor. Dark hair, red eyes, just like a woman.

It was also in common with a man who should also be described as the incarnation of a black spear that often manifested itself between dreams.

"You don't have a problem. It's a dream anyway? A pale event to forget if you wake up. You don't mind what I did?

"Then you don't mind sleeping like this..."

Turning to you in surprise at yet another voice, a boy with a big pillow was lying on the ground. I have the same dark hair but my eyes are closed so I don't know the color of my eyes.

Wake up, Bubba.

"Don't be silly, let me sleep..."

So the boy buried his face in the pillow he hugged.

"... what the fuck?

He admitted that he was in a small mess. I know this is the narrow space of dreams. That's common. It was contact with the will of the black spear, and it was one of the few opportunities to interact with the black spear. But the incarnation of a black spear should have been a black dragon or a black man, not a beautiful woman, a big man, a boy, etc.

Are they also incarnations of black spears?

"What is it? What is it? Said we answered the call because of it. Human beings these days see no courtesy."

"Nothing these days, man. Isn't that what it is?

"Maybe so."

The lord of the low voice was an old man with dark hair. The eyes of a man who looks like a black coat wrapped around his bone and skin only body, like the others, are glowing red.

"You don't like being tough, do you?

"I don't care if you hate me. He likes me better than I like him."

"Oh, my God, I'm so stubborn. Cute."

A beautiful woman turns to the old man as she swims in the void. At that time, something like a butterfly feather was emerging from her back. Scale powder dances to the gray world. It doesn't have to look fantastic. The old man frowned.

"... Somebody stitch his mouth together"

"Do it yourself. I don't like being mad at you."

If you turn your attention to the girl's voice, even once again, a new person is emerging. She was the girl in the street of her voice. Red eyes do not change on dark hair. A girl with some active impression, her inflated head seemed somewhat beastly.

"Right, you should do your own thing"

Yet another person. It looked like a youth. Red-eyed young man with dark hair. Sometimes I seem a little older than the black man who was showing up. Remarkable length of hands and feet.

"... ku"

"Come on, what do we do? Want to sew my mouth together? Or, with your lips, blocking?

"... I can't go out with you."

The old man coldly told him how to stay away from the woman who had brought his face closer together.

"Such a cold attitude, no"

He has to be confused as he looks away at the nasty woman. I can't keep up with the situation.

"... what the hell"

"Not yet, don't you see?

A long skinny black young man keeps asking me.

"You know that much about where we are, don't you?

"Between dreams and the present."

"Your Answer"

When the youth said, someone else went on.

"This is the narrow space between dreams and present."

"The boundary between light and darkness"

"The intersection of reality and fantasy"

"Me and your world"

The woman's voice was heard from behind her. Soon he was moving behind his back, surprised by his glossy breath.

"That's not true."

"Uh."

"Uh, no. Don't sit back."

"Because I miss you"

The woman scolded by the big man didn't stop coming at him even though she was soggy. I can't stop a woman's arms from getting tangled up. Perhaps I feel more dizzy than Miliu because the woman doesn't have anything to shy away from.

"Do you understand? It's the hard work of bringing these busy people together."

A voice similar to a sigh was that of the black man I was used to hearing. When I looked in the direction of my voice, a black man stood up and looked at this one. A red-eyed man with dark hair. As the incarnation of a black spear, a man who appeared more than once in the narrow space of his dreams.

"... I mean, these guys are your family"

He sighed, looking out for the man.

"These guys are rude. It's not about me and you."

"When did you have a relationship! I mean, what kind of relationship!

Screaming, I succeed in shaking off a woman's arms with my final thoughts. But the woman doesn't even snap, but rather comes closer laughing joyfully.

"That's coming, Ko... Ka Ra. It's gonna be fun."

"... true, that's tough"

I wanted to hold my head because it turned out that the woman was harder to handle than any woman I've ever touched. I don't have a clue. Even Miliu feels a few steps more adult than this woman.

"It took me a while to control these. Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody's gonna listen to me."

"Isn't that why you were disobeyed?

"Might be"

You admit it.

"These are me, too."

"What?"

"My family. I guess so. It's my family, my halves. That's them."

That said, the black man urged him to look around. He let his gaze circle as prompted, first, a black woman jumped into view. It was nothing more than standing close. She smiled brilliantly and went like this.

"I am the Mail of Doater"

She put her hand on Mizu's chest. Then the black clothes turned into pitch-black armor. Black armor like a disastrous demon. It was the form the Black Spear's family deserved.

"I'm Axe of Ambition."

Then, big man. The darkness condensed in my hand forms a great axe. A destructive, distorted axe blade united black spears. The Black Spear families all feel a similar impression somewhere. I'm a family member, so naturally.

"I'm a Mask of Dispair."

A black old man appeared a mask in his face, covering his face. It was the very black mask he knew well. It is also highly memorable because it has been used several times.

"Come on Rod of Envy......"

The sleeping eye rubbing boy's pillow was turning into a pitch-black scepter. A wand with a different shape on the tip is nothing but vicious to see.

"I'm Edge of Thurst!

A pair of short knives were held in both hands of the black girl. Black monochrome short knife wields the lid. Summoning armed who responded to Neewe's summons and forced him to struggle. I also remember the shape very well.

"I am the Lance of Designer"

That's what I've been telling you, black young man. Large, pitch-black spears appear at the end of the long arm. Huge spears with spiral tips are easy to impress and remember. I also just summoned him during this time.

And his gaze goes round and back to the black man.

A black man's red glowing eyes looked at this one.

"So, you're the chaos bringer."

"That's right. Yes, you named it. Neither do they. Each was so named and so defined. First name, life. First name is Power. First name is everything."

Words blackened out by a black man push like waves of sound. Pressure. A trembling sensation. Sweat in my hand.

"The truth is, what do you think?

He asked.

"Who you are..."

"If you want to know, fall. To me. To the bottom of the tomb. To Yin Fu (Yimi) -"

When the black man narrowed his eyes, the world shook. The earth trembled and the atmosphere swayed. The world itself will tremble violently, unable to stand.

"Yin Fu...?

It was when he rebuffed the man's words. When I thought the roar sounded, the gray earth cracked, the dust blew up, the sky fell, and everything could have been swallowed up by a storm of destruction. Polar colors are disturbed by the gray world, and reality is avalanche. From the narrow between dreams and reality, we are about to be drawn back to reality. And I also know there's no such thing as fighting it. The narrow space of dream expression is always one-sided. I always call it in unilaterally, and I always push it out unilaterally. It's something I'm used to already, but it's also something I'm not convinced to go.

Sometimes I'm not convinced, because if I wake up, I forget.

A dream would be something like that.

And wake up.

The sun was slipping through the window and I couldn't close my eyelids. When I opened it, I had to narrow my eyes to the brightness of the sunlight that plunged into my vision. The interior is bright. Because the window book is open. From there, the sunlight is plugging in. East facing windows. I mean, it's morning sun. I should have slept in the middle of the night, but I was able to wake up in time for the morning sun, whether I should be happy or not.

I could have had plenty of sleep, and I should have been forgiven. Shouldn't you have slept harder and measured your health recovery? I think about that, but I wasn't going to be able to sleep twice more than I woke up once. I have myself feeling wasted.

Weirdly heavy body. It would also be due to the accumulation of fatigue. Sometimes it was a triumph yesterday and I couldn't, but I didn't force myself for a day or so today, and I might as well be confused.

Second, I heard someone else's sleep, and he was, like, sober. And I finally remember.

"Is that what you mean..."

My body weighed strangely because someone was hanging over my body. Miliu is asleep dressed like an ear on his chest, and Rem is pillowing his left arm. I remember sleeping drunk last night. After that, it's not hard to imagine Miliu sneaking in. Rem is.

"Rem?"

"... good morning, your husband"

Keeping her arm pillow on, she turned to this side and came flat with her hands on her mouth, a bare gesture of yawning, etc. Of course, she hasn't been diving into the futon the same way Miliu did. Because she was dressed as a servant, not as a bedroom or anything. Perhaps when I walked into the room to wake him up, I saw him and Miliu sleeping comfortably, and I wanted to give him a little.

He became half-eyed.

"Greetings are good. What are you doing?

"Look, don't you see?

"Oh. I don't know."

Even as angry as he was, it didn't work at all for her. It comes naturally, with the usual smile.

"I'm in contact with your husband."

"Touch each other...?

"Yes, I thought I would miss your husband while Ragna was away."

Rem, when he woke up, went like that. Are you also going to play the role of Ragna? Sure enough, Ragna was always at his side and never left for an hour. Sometimes he would talk to me, and often his own mind would be healed by what he would do as a playmate. The Ragna lost her life. Though I don't doubt I'll be reincarnated one day, that's why I can't immediately fill in the loneliness. I guess Lem will make up for that.

"... oh yeah"

"Didn't you mind?

"Care, thank you"

As Setuna heartily told him, Rem opened his eyes wide as he looked at this one. My red eyes were not always beautiful.

"Ah."

"What the fuck?"

"It was a little good right now, your husband."

"What the hell!

I had no idea what Rem had praised me for, and Setuna had to scream. Then Miliu moved back and forth, whether his voice was too loud.

"That... morning already...?

Rem reacts first against her moving her face over his chest, rubbing her sleeping eyes.

"Good morning, Master Miliu"

"Ah... oh dear... lem..."

Miliu's reaction just woke up is extremely thin. I can't help but be surprised at the incredible weakness from my regular girlfriend every time. Maybe it's hypotension. With that in mind, I greet you.

"Morning, Miliu"

"Uh, it's Setuna -! Oh, no!

Setsuna turned her eyes round to see how energetic she was when she struck against Lem. Wasn't it hypotensive?

"What the fuck?"

"Your husband was absent for a long time."

"Is that the problem?

"Soyu, the problem."

To the older woman, who cheeks happily, he became an indescribable expression. Even though I'm used to expressing love from her, it doesn't make a difference that it's a pleasure.

"... well, no"

The morning after the triumph, I greeted him that way. The serenity of forgetting such things as what happened in the narrow space of dreams had given me a fullness like nothing good.

The usual morning of welcome in the King's Capital has returned.

Everything can't go back to normal.

What I lost was huge, and I didn't get much.

But having a peaceful morning in the King's Capital in this way was too happy, and Setsuna did not doubt that such happiness would last forever.