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

"Sure, you're right"

As Wayne squatted, he touched his hand on his spleen. The snake line cutting-edge is already away from his flesh. There was blood coming from the gap in the armor. A good amount of blood. Normally, it's a situation where you have to die, but you don't know what it means to him to be a dead man. Other than winning or losing, it would only be a performance.

This is hell. It's the land of the dead.

"What we have won in the middle of the battle is defeated then - that's the reason"

"I figured that out, why did you get distracted?

"Distract? That's not true."

Wayne looked at this one and smiled bitterly.

"That's not what I meant. In that case..."

"Well, what the hell. What the hell, you..."

Setuna threw the snake line back to its original length at her feet. Wayne no longer saw the will to fight. Spleen wounds wouldn't have been fatal, and should be able to fight as much as Setuna wanted to, but I didn't see that will in his words, deeds and expressions. The reaction just came from saying that a settlement was reached.

There is silence.

Regardless, the hill itself has been wrapped up in a storm before. But at the top of the hill, which is in a storm and windless, there was no sound of the wind. Only serenity lay, and even his little voice reached Setuna's ear.

"From the edge. I knew it."

"What?"

"With Arc Blue and Snakeline, it's not a battle."

"Hey."

Setsuna was flashy. View Snakeline and Arc Blue alternately.

"Hmm?"

"That's terrible."

"Right. Terrible. Terrible battle. Really terrible..."

Wayne, laughing ridiculously, fell asleep on the spot. Are you no longer feeling the pain, or even the pain on your face?

"It was a battle that my win was decided from the beginning. No matter how you scratch your feet, you can't fathom Arc Blue with Snakeline. Unless this one shows a gap somewhere, you won't win."

"So you said you showed a gap?

"Even now, I've shown you"

"Eh."

"Didn't you notice?"

To the fact that Wayne had gone for granted, Setuna had no words to give back. In the midst of the battles that have gone on for hundreds of hours, if you know he was always making gaps somewhere, you have to be silent. In other words, Setuna couldn't find Wayne's gap until earlier.

"That's what I knew from the beginning. If I don't give you the winning eye, it's not fair. That doesn't make any sense."

"You're not fair or unfair in the fight."

If it's a swordsmanship competition match, there's still nothing like that in action. It's a world that doesn't even stipulate war. I don't care what method, what tactics, what strategy you take. Not to mention if you're going to take your life in hell in the land of the dead.

"If you say that, what happens to me?"

The black spear Setuna had unreasonable and overwhelming power. It was nothing but unfair. That was always a thought. It's just a swing and you're going to die with the soldiers. We have to look directly at the magnitude of the power of the black spear, and if we look directly at it, we have to think about it.

"... that's a chunk of injustice, you are"

Wayne's eyes, glancing at this one, were so clear that there was nothing he could do. So Setuna was looking him in the eye so that he could be seen. I remember Nares' eyes. Is it ironic, or what, that the eyes of those who refrain from death to the present resemble those of the dead?

"You and the black spear are mighty. If I deal with you guys, whatever it is, I have to lose. It is a cowardly and powerful summoning weapon. Your spear."

He raised his right hand to the height of his gaze. I have blood on my fingertips. The blood on the spleen and stomach scar was still not dry and glowed vividly. Hold that hand, make a fist.

"That's why I wanted a rematch with you. I tried to beat you with this arc blue and snake line with a black spear. By doing so, I tried to erase the memory of that time."

"Memory..."

"I... think about killing you. I've relied on something I don't know very well"

"Lance of Design…?"

"That's right. That spear is not my subpoena weapon. It was a subpoena weapon I didn't know about. I can't even put it on the wind of an armed summoner, such as relying on something like that. It's not supposed to happen."

He said, as he regrets.

It was also clear from the look on his face that his pride and admiration as an armed summoner were blaming him for his regrets of the rampage then.

"It was only natural to think that I would lose to you and die. Of course I did."

"Wayne......"

"But no, that's why I wanted to challenge you to the Black Spear with all my might. We fought again, and even if we couldn't eat up, we lost without skin, and we wanted to know who we were."

Wayne's eyes, looking at this one like that, were somewhere at peace. I have a point of view. It's like I've learned everything and given up. Setuna got kind of sorry. If they had brought a black spear here, they would have been able to fulfill his wishes.

"Well... I'm sorry about that"

"Apologize for what?"

Wayne laughs bitterly, but Setuna doesn't laugh back. Seriously, tell.

"I broke a black spear"

"It would be force majeure"

And, he says. Because he doesn't know. And it turns out that something like a subpoena weapon being damaged is inherently force majeure. I totally deserve that Setuna broke the black spear, but I guess that's usually unthinkable. That's why it's extra miserable.

"Yeah. I'm not."

"Hmm?"

"As a result of what I've done."

"... you, too"

Wayne's little voice seemed to stain his ear.

After doing something stupid, Setuna broke the spear and Wayne scratched her pride as an armed summoner. It's something completely different, not something I can empathize with.

"But it's not about apologizing. I'm just saying it was a sweet idea to fight again after he died. Sometimes the wishes of the dead are fulfilled. I'm dead. At that time, he stupidly relied on strange powers and died miserably. That's me. Is it allowed to rematch?"

Wayne, as he spit, woke up his torso. Looking at him as he stood flat, he said his spleen wound was already blocked. That should be called the dead, or not.

"But it's good to have been able to fight you again like this"

When he picked up the snake line, he sent it back. Unlike the original repatriation of the subpoena, however, it did not become a particle of light and scattered, but melted in the wind and disappeared. It's not a real subpoena weapon. As with Cain's granular form, isn't it a substitute for what should be called a subpoenaed armed reproduced based on Wayne's memory?

Arc blue, too, probably.

Arc Blue was destroyed by Setuna without skin. It might have been repaired if he had been repatriated, but there was no such opportunity. He died wearing an arc blue.

Wayne turns his gaze back here. Straight and transparent.

"I felt your growth. You've grown stronger. Many times more than then."

"I guess so."

"Oh. You can put your chest up. You've grown stronger. At least not like those days when you were an amateur."

Setuna was confident in Wayne's words.

At the time of the Logner War, Setuna wasn't even to the extent that she had hair on her amateur in every way. If you weren't prepared to be a warrior, you couldn't possibly be skilled as an armed summoner or anything else, and you don't have the skill or strength to be a combatant. It must be said that this is exactly what Zub's amateur was able to survive. Needless to say, neither that nor this is due to the black spear.

"I guess that's why you were able to punch my gap"

Indeed, in Setuna, where amateurs are alike, he could not even attack him full of gaps, he could just have fallen to the ground and died as he was. Of course, even if you're not going to die in this hell, you were definitely seriously injured.

"Well. It's time for me to go. Then when you come to hell, now it's time to fight you again with the Black Spear."

"... then I won't let you down."

"Me too... I hope so"

Wayne looked happy somewhere and laughed. Setsuna thinks it's just a little hard to drop off such a clear smile. So turn your back on him. I don't know which direction I should be looking for, but I prioritized breaking up with him first. Then,

"That's right. One thing, I forgot to tell you."

Wayne's been calling me like he remembered.

"What are you still doing?"

Setuna looked back at Wayne in a half-hearted manner. He stood a little further apart.

"Thank you for Elenia."

Unexpected words clog my chest.

"I sincerely appreciate that you brought Elenia and Rain to life. I can't believe the wishes of the dead aren't what they should be... thank you so much -"

Wayne's words of gratitude reached Setuna's ears on the wind.

The wind scratches out Wayne's figure and also blows up the storm that was covering the hill.

In events as if anything had been a dream, Setuna, with the words he had left in her chest, was often confused.