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

I heard the wind winding backwards.

Since when?

Were you right after lying on the sleeping table and closing your eyes in the cabin shaking by the waves?

It was just a storm.

A stormy storm swept through my ear and ran through it. No, I'm not running through. It tours the surroundings of Setuna.

Vision, covered in darkness. A world where everything sank into darkness. Footsteps are certainly able to move forward in such a world, because my eyes were used to the darkness. A world of darkness that lasts everywhere. I was even walking down countless piled bone paths.

Hell.

(That's right. I... am going through hell)

In the feeling as if she had been dreaming until just now, Setsuna remembered the situation in which she was placed and hung on. Grip your fist and make sure you feel it. I was moving as I wanted up to my fingertips, and my legs stepped on the bone path.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Recognising the reality in front of him, he looked up.

Humans, animals, monsters - Hell's landscape, formed of a wide variety of bones, had changed slightly as we continued to walk. That would be the case, too. I was walking a long time from where I fought Cain. How much time has passed since then? Sensibly, it was nowhere near a few hours. Dozens of hours, I'm walking. I didn't know I was tired, I wasn't hungry, I just kept walking in hell.

They kept walking.

It was strange not to be tired, and it was strange that hunger and drowsiness did not strike me. but I just wonder if it would be reasonable to think that this is hell. Hell is where you keep blaming the deceased. It is the end of the dead, an area that continues to punish their souls. Maybe it's a world where you're not allowed to sleep or rest.

Even so, Setuna, who is not even a dead man, is not a reason not to be tired, but he decided to convince himself with it.

In hell.

The immediate destination is an altar-like place that looks far beyond the horizon.

That was the only other place that showed a different colour. Others were all bloody bones everywhere, with a hellish sight of needle mountains, valleys and rivers of blood made of bones, and were not destined to go anywhere.

Such a world.

If we get to the light-emitting altar, there may be something, or there may be nothing.

Either way, there was the idea in Setuna that it would not be a training to continue wandering without purpose. Then we should define our purpose and move towards it.

He fell into this hell, not because he died.

It was only to become stronger that we went to hell.

They dropped it.

to the bottom of this grave.

I was used to walking down the path full of bright red twigs and to the deathly smell of piercing my nostrils. I was so used to it that I no longer knew what was. Continue along the path of the bones, cross the bridge made of bones, cross the river of blood, and push the heap of needles sideways. Speaking of the deceased we met up to here, there was none but Cain. The cain also disappeared as soon as the battle was over.

I've been walking for decades since then.

Changes in the landscape were subtle things, and his mind became progressively thirsty without being moved by such subtle things.

I'm thirsty.

(What?

He throws himself a question, doesn't answer, just moves forward. That was all I had. We just have to get closer, step by step, to the altar that we have defined as our destination. No sleep, no rest, like a monster who knows no fatigue. Like a deceased.

(Me, maybe dead)

It was so painful to just walk time that I thought of something ominous such as that.

Nothing.

A world full of bones. There is no one else but him, and there will be no change in the world. In absolute solitude, I don't even know if the purpose listed is the right one. It was also inexorable that he resembled a struggle as if to look for sesame seeds in the sand, and thought that this might be the destination of the fallen deceased to hell.

It was such a setuna, but finally a big change comes.

I heard the wind.

Until just now there was a wind that didn't blow at all.

It was a tremendous change, and he raised his gaze, which he had lowered at some point with joy.

There was a big hill in front of me.

Regardless, it was made of the bones of the dead, and it was uninterruptedly huge, and enough to be taken aback. Looking closer and closer, the wind seemed to envelop the entire hill. It's a very strong wind. The closer you get to the hill, the more you can see the strength of that wind. I almost got blown away if I didn't step firmly on the ground. No, even if you step on the ground, you shouldn't. The more we climbed the hill, the more momentum the wind had gained.

Setuna grabbed her bones as she crawled on the slopes of the hill, blown away by the wind. And as it was, I slowly went up the hill.

Why climb a stormy hill?

There can be no need to climb anything. If you just want to go for the altar, you can ignore it. There should be nothing wrong with ignoring it. But given Setuna's purpose, there was no way she could ignore it.

Setsuna went to this hell to train. To be stronger. Now, to avoid being broken black spears. To create vessels that can exert so much power that they can't be broken.

To work out again from scratch.

I don't even think about how Storm Hill can lead to training. It's just a change I discovered in an irreplaceable hell. Isn't it normal to think that something makes sense?

A deceased like Cain may be waiting.

Setuna crawled up the slopes of the hill, inflating such expectations to her chest. Step by step, hand by hand, carefully grab a new bone and try to slide your body in to move forward. The sound of the wind swirling overhead was gradually becoming stronger and more intense. Just a strong wind turned out to be a storm and there was no sign of forgiveness such as Setuna getting up. steep slope. If you stand up, you will be lightly blown away.

In the midst of so many storms, Setuna even went for a hilltop. I never thought there might be anything on the hill, etc. I don't care if it's nothing. Even if it was just a landscape of hell, there's no problem. Time to crawl through the land is not pointless if you think you're training.

With such thoughts, Setuna reached the top of the hill as to drag her body, and it took a while until she realized that there was no wind there, crawling on the ground.

The storm was blowing from around the hill to the slopes. The summit of the hill was as peaceful as in the eyes of a typhoon, as in a world apart from the storm. Thanks to this, the deathly odor, which was not smelled by the wind until just now, increased before and pierced my sense of smell violently.

Get up and check the situation.

The wide hilltop, though never flat, is definitely close to the plane compared to the slopes that have climbed. Everything on the hill was formed of bones, and it didn't make any difference that this was hell. Until then, when it comes to the irreplaceable scenery.

Turning around, the storm was flowing like a thick wall, distorting the view on the other side. The backwinding wind noise is still loud in my ear.

"Seems to have grown a lot"

The voice came from the front.

Returning his gaze, a man stood on a hill where no one was until just now. He's a long, young man. It was a voice I heard, but it was also a voice I missed so much that I couldn't remember right away. But I also recognize the crowded blue armor that wraps around me, and its sharp gaze. An unforgettable figure. He says.

"Setuna-Kamiya"

"Are you... Wayne Bersein-Teulos"

The Blue Knight of Logner was there.