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

Setsuna finally exhaled relief when she confirmed that Snakeline had goose crossed Wayne.

Although it was only given time to master how to use it, the battle in the summoning armies dealt with for the first time was an extreme difficulty. Just because I know how to use it doesn't mean I can freely draw on my abilities. Summoning armed. Naturally, without the contractor, the summoner, he would not be able to demonstrate his original flavor, and Setsuna required a great deal of effort to run the snake line endlessly. The mental burden was greater than manipulating black spears. Consumption is low. However, capacity control required accustom, and for that reason, more nerves were used than was necessary.

For that reason, Setuna was relieved that he was able to hunt Wayne over and detain him.

From the beginning, I never thought I could take Wayne down by surprise. Wayne will always dodge it. And then he hit the next hand because the speculation hit that he would run away into the air. That is the construction of the juncture through Snakeline's obsession. There was no guarantee that would work either. Because depending on Wayne's way of attacking the ground, he may not be able to keep dodging while manipulating the snake line, etc. Good stuff because Wayne's only means of attacking the ground was air bullets, otherwise this wouldn't have worked either

"Let's do it."

From above, Wayne, restrained by a white blade, came somewhere happy.

"That's my enemy."

"Hostile…?"

"I guess so."

Wayne's every word was overflowing with intent to kill.

"You are my enemy."

At those moments he felt the wind. The wind strokes his cheeks and fills his nostrils with the smell of death. And at the next moment, he also blew up the ground standing Setuna. For a moment, I don't know what happened. But I understand right after. And when I understood, everything was too late. We see Wayne take off the white blade restraint and kill him into Setuna by a sudden acceleration, as he is blown away to be stirred by the blast. A storm blowing out of the armor of the flock was accelerating him to the limit. moments. In just a moment Wayne captured Setuna and his right arm was embedded at the base of Setuna's neck. Shock and severe pain. Shortly after he was unable to breathe, Setuna was slammed from his back onto the hill, and a further series of shocks penetrated his entire body, everywhere.

Awesome chain of pain. In the explosion after the explosion, Setuna feels like she has uttered a distressing voice. Even that was uncertain because there was so much intense pain that the consciousness was about to disappear, and Wayne's willingness to kill was in front of him.

"Die."

Words that can be slapped, power, are the intent to kill themselves.

Setuna, at that time, finally understood her position.

For Wayne, Setuna is the only enemy to kill. For that he waited for a rematch. He has been working out in this hell because he wanted to kill Setuna with a black spear. I am proud to say that I have worked out enough to kill Setsuna, who has a black spear. At Snakeline, there's no way we can fight it. That it was the result of what I knew from the beginning. Still, Setuna tried to eat it up, but it was futile.

But even for Wayne, I guess it wasn't a satisfactory battle result.

Setsuna wasn't killed.

He was released with tremendous pain all over his body and thrown to the ground.

Setuna vomited blood in the feeling of her whole body splattered as she blurted out at the dark sky. I can see my guts are melting. It's not just the guts. A muscle called the muscle of the whole body, a bone called bone, has been destroyed. I can't even stand up anymore. On the contrary, even breathing was difficult. Don't you just die like this?

Think about that.

Die.

That's in hell, too.

You don't die and die in hell, you die in hell.

I don't think the order might be the other way around, but that might be the case.

(Don't tell me something stupid.)

Throw it away all over your chest, but there's nothing you can do about it with your body that can't move. But.

"This is hell. There's no such thing as dying wounds."

Wayne looked down at this one and threw a chill word at him as he came unspoiled.

"Until we get bored, let's keep fighting. And keep killing me."

He seemed to really think so.

I didn't know how much time I had engaged Wayne.

Setuna continued to fight Wayne for long enough to think cute, such as fighting time with Cain.

Regardless, Setuna used Snakeline and Wayne used Arc Blue.

Every time he fought, Setuna was ravaged by Arc Blue and badly wounded enough to blur all over his body, but as Wayne said, he healed without any means. Though it sometimes took time, if it was about the degree of scratching, it would only take a break to recover.

"This is hell. Shura's Alley."

Wayne went that way and forced Setuna to keep fighting.

No, it's also a wish or a fulfillment as a setuna.

He went to this hell to fight. To fight, to forge through self, to be stronger. Never again, to not lose. Never again, to avoid escape.

To regain the strength to move forward.

Wayne's merciless battle was more of a delight to Setuna. Cain had some sweetness, but he didn't have any of that. Nor is it a lucid duel. All the fighting just kept ravaging me. Sometimes I get kicked in the ass, sometimes I've eaten up hard. But as a result, it continued to fail miserably.

"Didn't you get stronger?

It was after several hundred defeats that Wayne told me that he had fallen short of expectations. Setsuna was resting on her body, which she had lost.

"Ugh."

"What's so loud"

"I'm disappointed, too!

Setsuna's cry was sincere.

Years after the battle with Wayne, Setuna thought she was stronger. With a sense of reality, everyone around me complimented him so. In fact, my physique has changed dramatically. Compared to where you fought Wayne, the way you muscle is also completely different. There's a difference between a kid who only knows how to exercise and an adult who starts working out full-time. That's not all. He learned the basics and applications of how to fight and experienced numerous real-life battles. Anything that has crossed countless dead lines, as much as Setuna, is not.

I thought those experiences made me stronger, and it shouldn't have been a mistake. Unlike before, when Gandia soldiers could not even be beaten without a black spear, it is true that they are now strong enough to win even when dealing with the Knights knights.

But if you keep losing to Wayne, I can't help but think that recognition was sweet, too.

In the end, we just have to look directly at the fact that we were relying on black spears.

A black spear would easily defeat Wayne now. That's what makes it bitter. I can overwhelm you, but that's a stupid way of thinking. The very idea that as long as there are black spears, it doesn't matter is connected to dependence on black spears, sweetness. How he relied on the overwhelming power of a black spear.

If you use other subpoena weapons, you can clearly tell.

(Have you gained strength as an armed summoner? There's no way)

Setuna, inside, has to mock herself. It meant that he only gained strength as a user of the black spear, not as an armed summoner.

Wayne's gaze is particularly painful.

"I see. It's a star, so does it hurt"

"Uh-oh!

"Phew..."

"What's wrong with you?"

"... you seem to be looking at your old self"

Wayne flaunted his shoulder.

"I used to be weak, too. There was no sword arm, nor was there anything that could end up as a knight. Still, I had to be a knight, as a man of the Theurus family, as a son. Otherwise, there is no point in being born. Otherwise, it's not worth it. It is this power that I have finally gained in death and madness."

So what he pointed out was arc blue. The sparkling armor had grown and become powerful before. Perhaps this workout in hell drew on the further power of Arc Blue. About the snake line, I can't fathom it.

"How about you. Setuna-Kamiya. Have you ever been crazy about dying?

Behind Setuna's brain, Wayne's memory of what he once saw passed. The memory of a boy who was beaten down by his grandfather more than once and still didn't give up.

"Have you ever thought about the value of your existence? Have you given any serious thought to what you live for and what you die for?

In response to Wayne's inquiry, Setuna responded immediately.

"Now, that's it."

"Hmm...?

"Right now, here I am, crazy about your death!

Scream and convince yourself. Crazy to death. Right. It must have been crazy to die. I should have fallen into this hell as a result of my craving for power in the madness of death. Power builds up. Not if you're stopping here. I'm treading and I have no excuse. We shouldn't be in a situation where people keep killing us for dozens or hundreds of hours.

We have to face it.

Wayne looked convinced.

"I see. I get it. So you've got a situation where you have to go to hell and get power. A broken black spear has something to do with it. I see, is that what you mean? If that's the case, it's a quick story."

The atmosphere began to twitch around Wayne.

"Come on, let's keep fighting. If you want power, if you want to bet your entire existence but you want to move on, you should shoot me with that sword. Differences in force are historical. There's something hard to bury. But still, I guess you have to move on. I guess it's crazy to die. Then you should be able to stand. We should be able to fight."

Atmospheric stiffness gradually grows larger and more intense.

"Come. Setuna. Setuna-Kamiya"

There will be a storm.

"Bet on your whole existence and let me die."

Setuna stood up as the entire hill was wrapped in a storm.