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

How many times would they have killed you?

Not once or twice.

I'm sorry for ten or twenty times.

From around the hundreds, I understood that my senses were going crazy. Isn't the brain starting to go mad and break in countless iterations of life and death? It's not just the brain. The consciousness, the mind, the ego, whatever constituted me, I didn't feel like I was starting to destroy myself.

But if you come back to life, your senses will work normally and you will be the wings experiencing the ensuing death. If the senses were necrosis, the consciousness was mad, and the mind and self were no longer even normal, there would not have been any such salvation, even though, of the pain equal to death, you might not be irritated by the pain of vomiting blood reflexes.

There is no mercy, no alarm, no gap.

Mercy, etc., can't possibly be.

That's who Lux-Vein was to Setuna.

When it comes to the most horrible person in Setuna, it becomes lux. Years of teacher and training have planted an absolute fear of Lux in Setsuna. That's why there's nothing to hate or hate about Lux. It is also repellent. Rather, it was that fear that led to respect and made Setuna have a desire for further training.

Setuna taught Lux because she wanted to be strong.

Because I can't stay weak myself.

Because I wanted to be a little stronger and a little more worthy of a black spear user.

Because if you don't, you can't live with your chest up.

So I asked Lux to be my mentor, and I learned him the art of battle. His strenuous workouts are beyond words. And because of that, I could be just myself for him to admit.

I was able to be strong.

It seems to me that I've been able to feel that way lately.

Finally, I can treat the black spear as an extension of my own hands and feet. Manipulate your family as you wish and exercise your abilities as you wish. I should have been able to shoulder to shoulder with exactly what I call armed summoners.

But I lost.

Kuon was no match for me.

Before Quon's summoning Armed Shield of Messiah and his power as an armed summoner, the black spear broke and Setuna was defeated.

So he flees to hell, where he spends his workout days.

(Of course...?

I shake my head all over my chest, agitated by the pain that cracked my skull.

(You're not)

It tastes like iron on your tongue. Blood. Death is imminent. No matter how you escape, no matter how you reach for the sword, the pale, clear blade of Gravestone stretches without any hesitation and tells him absolute death. No matter how many times they kill you and how many times you live back, the results are the same. The way they kill you is different every time. Sometimes he was chopped off his neck, sometimes he was punched through his heart. There were times when the five bodies were split apart, or when they were torn open in the stomach and waited until they lost blood. Lux seemed to be trying to make Setsuna remember all kinds of deaths.

Not that I have a hobby for abuse.

Lux wasn't happy to do it when he wore Setuna. Instead, I pretend to be extremely reluctant to be a weak bully. It is not for the mighty to have weak things. I liked that idea of Lux. Because I don't loosen my hands at all, I end up being a weak bully. Try lux, it could be a headache story.

Is that why Lux finds himself annoyed with Setuna?

I can't get out of the situation that if I don't get Setuna to be strong soon, I'll have to keep bullying the weak for as long as I can. Wasn't there a source of emotion similar to the anger I feel from Lux from time to time?

The anger, too, was almost gone when it came to the last training. Because it was to such an extent that it could withstand Lux's rubbish. Lux laughed that it was worth the rubbish, but maybe it wasn't even a joke though.

That concludes me all the same, because Lux, who slashes and kills Setuna, still didn't look happy.

That's what torments Setuna's heart.

It was so hard for me as a disciple to say that I had met him because of this, but that I could only make Lux, my best master, feel bitter.

(I...!

In the hundreds of resuscitation moments, Setuna flew back as she kicked up the claws in the ground. The twilight was instantly mutilated, but that moment gave Setuna only a few moments. Less than those seconds let Setuna touch the pattern of the sword. What I chose was a straight sword standing at my feet. Only one of the tens of thousands is correct, everything else is incorrect. I don't have any information about the right sword. One thing is that all the swords of incorrect answers are the souls of the dead who have a grudge against Setuna, and only the swords of correct answers are the souls of what was saved by Setuna. Distinguishing it from tens of thousands of swords is near impossible. They all look like brand new swords. If it doesn't have any peculiar characteristics, it doesn't make a big difference. None of this is just a sword. There's no way I can spot and pick out just one correct answer from that in an instant.

In the first place, it's just the swords that can be used for this very moment. And I don't have time to choose. Lux is already fleshy in front of him. Gravestone was swinging down from the big upper section.

"Whoa!

Setuna pulled out her sword with her temper and shook it up to receive Gravestone. Setuna's flesh moves, and the slaughter runs. Lux narrowed his eyes. The sword raised by Setsuna, however, pierces Setsuna's body as if the fragments of her body were willed when easily broken by a flash of Gravestone. In dismay, Gravestone flashes again, cutting Setuna's torso off into horizontal giraffes.

Die.

"A grudge is something that doesn't go away so easily."

Listening to Lux's unfortunate voice, he comes back to life.

Resuscitation does not take place on the spot. The flesh of Setuna appears suddenly in any of this place of trial, where tens of thousands of swords have stood. This means that you won't be killed instantly, the moment you come back to life where Lux killed you. But even if the distance is away, it makes little sense. Because Lux can reach the edge to edge of the battlefield in one foot. That's how Setuna has been killed several times.

"You know I didn't want that? Well, I guess so."

As Lux groans the Gravestone, he tells me.

"I know what you're talking about."

"Master..."

"That's all you've been saying since earlier."

"Is there anything else?

"There is."

I found out in the remarks that followed that Lux was probably trying to stir up Setuna. He has a place like that.

"It hurts, it's hard, it's painful, it's... try to cry"

"Master, that's my hobby"

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"But this is the last time I'm going to train you. There are so many emotional things."

"Master..."

So don't be alarmed.

The voice of Lux was heard in a dying consciousness. He was just slaughtered and killed when he got close to flying. There was no alarm or gap. Lux is right, it's bad Setuna to be alarmed, but it's also bad for Lux to say something that will tickle Setuna's mind. Setsuna is now realizing her terribly sentimental self. And I also know with my own hands that I have to shake it off.

"How many times do I know? You're gonna have to cross me to be strong, aren't you?

"I know, that's not true"

Setuna, when she breathed back, pulled out the sword that was stabbing her at her feet. Ten, eighty-nine, it would be an incorrect sword. But there's no better way to tell which one is right than to waste your time choosing. Then you just have to pull it out, depending on the allowance or whatever. At least the sword you pulled won't come back. One day I'll get to the right answer. After tens of thousands of attempts, I guess. How many of these times do you get killed before you pull it out?

"But a wall as tall and thick as my master's is not."

"Is that a cry?

"No. We're just talking about reality."

Kick the ground. Back. Lux's body is already slipping through the low altitude. Low orbital leap attack. In an instant there was no time left, and Setuna had no time to lay her sword. I'm just gonna slap him against Lux. But the sword in Setuna's hands was smashed into a flash of Gravestone and once again struck Setuna as a myriad of fragments. Further back in a storm of severe pain. A heavy blow comes. Slash from shoulder to flank. I can see that the meat and bones are severed, and even the guts are sliced apart. Fatal injury. Not even buying time to die.

"Hmm...... okay. You are absolutely right. There won't be a wall higher than mine for you right now."

The look on Lux's face looking down at the dying Setuna seemed irresistible.

"Because that's what you think I am."

Setuna breathed back, bathed in her own blood dripping from Gravestone.

How many times is that death and how many times is this life?

I'm dead enough to be stupid to count, and I'm alive enough to hate to even think about it.

Because I'm tired of it, and so on.

We have to face it.

This is a trial.

The last imposed on Setuna.