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

Walking in the dark.

Yes, after running down the flaming path and over the stormy hills.

All this time, the wilderness of darkness continues.

The endless landscape of hell just kills me everywhere I look. Hell. Is the perception of the world of the dead at the bottom of the earth correct? Once again, the piles and bones are disturbed like trees, filling the earth with skeletons. What flowed into the river was water as red as blood, and the smell of blood as opposed seemed to indicate that it was blood itself. Filling the heavens is a dark cloud, and you can't possibly see the sunlight or anything. Vague darkness lay everywhere, seemingly creating a sight of hell with no hope or anything.

He keeps running in there.

For as long as his strength lasted, he was just running even toward his immediate destination. Otherwise, I don't feel like I can reach my destination forever.

Hell, it was huge, anyway.

It should be traveling a hell of a distance, even considering we ate a stoop along the way, from the point of departure to our current location. There is no better way to work normally than with no day or night, no clock, no sense of time, etc. On top of that, this hell seemed to give him an inexhaustible amount of health, and even if he wore out and felt tired, it made it possible to rest for just a little while and even rush out again. It's as if someone tells him to keep running, something he felt unspeakably disgusted about, but not dissatisfied with his health recovering. Instead, I even appreciated it. He's here to thoroughly rebuild himself. In order to do this, it is necessary to torture the flesh. Bullying and building up the muscles in your body.

Constructing flesh and spirit not swept by the power of black spears.

That's exactly what Setuna wants from herself right now, and that's why he went to hell.

And until I went to hell, the fruits of my workouts were definitely coming out. My body is getting lighter. There were exceptionally more cuts and driving speeds than in the beginning when I went to hell. That, and this, and I've been running long distances, probably because I've been diving through death fights with Cain and Wayne.

My days in hell have never been wasted.

If you continue to train like this, there is no question that you will be able to fully use the black spear.

But the pillars of light that Setuna defined as immediate destinations still seemed at the end of the horizon, and it was not clear how long it would take to reach them. A giant pillar of light through the darkness of hell. I don't know what's there. But it was hard to imagine the pillars of light making sense enough to illuminate the whole of hell. Only one light in the darkness of this hell. If we get there, there must be something. Even if nothing, it never makes sense. Because if we get to a place that looks like the end of the horizon, that's all we're going to do to train our flesh.

Of course, just running primarily strengthens the lower body. Setuna is running through this hellish wilderness, not just running, but exercising in the upper body in moderation.

Run sideways through a swamp so rotten that your nose is likely to screw around that you step through a mountain made of skeletons. Run through the forest of human bones and jump over the great river of blood. On that road, I felt countless gazes. The gaze of the deceased. The dead, like Cain and Wayne, throw their hatred and resentment at Setuna. If you take it from them, a living person like Setuna must have been envious and a subject to be hit with resentment. Nevertheless, none of the deceased were like attacking Setuna, only throwing a curse in the distance.

It's not a setuna that snags with that stuff.

Whatever the deceased think, it's not what they found out.

Setuna is alive. Living, falling to hell. We have to get the hell out of here alive. It also strengthens the body and spirit. If you can't afford to leave it to the dead, there's no reason.

He shook off the gaze of the deceased and just ran through.

I wonder how far it ran through.

Long enough to be ridiculous to think about, Setuna, who kept running the distance, stopped at a different landscape than before, which spread forward.

The wilderness of hell extends over a pile of human bones unchanged in phase, but that's not why he stopped.

The sword was standing.

That's not one or two, either. Dozens, hundreds, no, tens of millions of swords stood in the wilderness of bones, still portraying a scene like a graveyard of swords.

(This is...)

Setuna gazed at the sword in front of her and stepped up her guard as she approached her. There has been twice before a sudden appearance of discomfort in the landscape of hell. It's Cain's and Wayne's. It was all like blending into the landscape of hell, but still, it drew a line from the likes of hell without any real harm.

So is this graveyard of swords.

Harm didn't seem like it, but I couldn't help but feel something odd.

The sword that Setsuna noted is characterised by a wide range of slightly curved bodies. There is no blade ruin, and there seems to be no problem with the sharpness. (10) No problems are found in the pattern, and then the question arises as to why it is sticking out. If you move your gaze to another sword, the question becomes more serious. None of the swords were in the same condition as new blades. Such swords stand countless times. As if it were a grave mark.

If it's a grave mark, whose is it?

Is it the tomb sign of those who have fallen into this hell?

Or is it a grave mark to dedicate to those who have fought and died in this world?

In any case, if only doubts are known, only the indissolubility spreads.

Setuna renewed her vigilance amid disturbing signs. This is hell. No wonder what happened, like when Cain or Wayne. For example, if something suddenly strikes the sword, it's not strange.

"Don't look so scared."

What jumped in unexpectedly was the voice I heard and knew as a matter of course. An extremely familiar and nostalgic voice by the time it gets crazy. My heart trembles. My eyeballs get hot. He just said he heard his voice.

"What do we need to be vigilant about against our master?

The voice, once again, goes easy. No hostility or malice there. The killings that I have felt so far have also disappeared. Sharp everywhere, tough everywhere. But gentle. But it's warm. The gaze you never overlooked and watched over me. The voice of a master who never left him, cursing an impudent disciple. No, I left you, should I?

"Master..."

Setuna couldn't stop herself rushing out to the center of the sword's tomb mark. Voices alone are not satisfactory. I want to see him. I wanted to see your face. I didn't forget what it looked like. There can't even be such a stupid thing. Still, I wanted to make sure with these eyes. The thought of having to be sure drove Setuna into motion.

He was in the heart of a graveyard-like wilderness with countless swords in turmoil.

"Hey, Setuna."

Young silver-haired man with fierce self-assertions even in the darkness of hell. He looked no different from the last time I saw him. Although I found him somewhat confused by some seemingly crystal-clear impermanence, other than that, he is himself. A master who taught and learned a variety of things, from the basics of combat to application, when Setuna learned swordsmanship. “Sword Ghost” Lux-Vein as the Assault Captain of "The Pale Wind". He sits back on a large rock and squeezes the Devil's Sword Gravestone, which should also be synonymous with him. The moment he saw the figure, Setuna was attacked by unspeakable sentiment. But he asks without permission.

"How have you been?

"... Master!

I open my mouth trying to respond to something, but the words didn't last. I can't think of it, and more importantly, whimpers leak.

"Why are you crying... not at all, apparently"

Lux looked like he had been taken lightly to see if Setuna's reaction had been unexpected. But there's nothing Setuna can do about it. I couldn't stop my overflowing emotions from spilling into tears.

Setuna recognized the death of Lux because of reports of his entry into the King's Capital. At the end of the final war, he was seen to have lost his life in the battle against the Vashtarian army, which pushed him to the fortress of Balsar. And Setuna sensibly understood Lux's death, and to this day, she has continued to have feelings of hatred. I couldn't do anything for my teacher. I had all the regrets.

"Because...!

"Aren't you always a miserable shore?"

"Well, who decided that?"

He said, "Don't talk to my master."

"I will, you will, I will"

"... yes, you were"

Lux laughed, clapping his shoulders. Maybe he was happy that Setuna regained herself as usual.

"You've been an impotent apprentice enough to deserve an impotent master."

"Master... what are you talking about?"

Setuna got upset when she saw Lux's self-derisive grin. I shake my head that's not true.

"You won't find a master like you looking anywhere. I assure you."

"Right."

Whether or not Lux leaned over because it was illuminating. Setsuna doesn't really know how emotional there is. Setuna just conveyed her true intentions. Setuna had never thought that Lux was not enough as a teacher, etc. Lux was a tough one, anyway. Mentioned Setuna's lack of talent by the way, cursed her, and thoroughly bullied her out. Lux Immediate special training is as harsh as it deserves to be in the world's hell, and Milyu and others who have seen it have given the impression that they are going to hate Lux.

If I hadn't done that much, I wouldn't have been able to raise an amateur Setuna enough to think I wouldn't mind putting her in action.

And because of that, Setuna grew rapidly. I don't even have to doubt that. Setuna, who was just a high school student, became a warrior enough to beat the mighty warriors who had survived a tough workout. That and this, thanks to being able to patrol with the best master named Lux.

On the other hand, it is understandable that Esq was there. It also makes sense that Setsuna, the user of spears, should have studied martial arts and bars rather than swordsmanship. But my workout days with Lux didn't go to waste. Because the application of swordsmanship learned from Lux sharpened Setuna as a user of black spears.

"If that's what Gandia's hero would say, it's worth it if he didn't want to take on your master."

"I owe it all to my master."

"Ha."

Lux laughed like he was going to throw it away. And I'm gonna stare straight at this one.

"No, it's not."

Clear eyes reminded me of his demon sword. Beautiful and transparent sashimi like a lake.

"You won your life on your own."

"Master..."

"I just taught you the basics of unnecessary swordsmanship and combat. It is your own strength that has paved the way for it. I promise you that."

Lux's words, softly, have entered Setuna's consciousness.

"The best master you'll ever admit."

He slowly lifted his hips as he grinned somewhere cheerful.