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

In the midst of the wilderness of hell, where tens of thousands of swords stood, Setuna reached out quietly. Touch, grab, and pull out a brand new, identical sword pierced at your feet. The opponent has already moved during that sequence of operations. Lux, the highest swordsman in a small group of continental nations, known as the "Sword Ghost”. Its physical abilities gently transcend human limits, pushing its legs into areas that cannot be captured by Setuna's kinetic vision. Perhaps even without the side effects of Gravestone, it can be so powerful that it cannot be countered in Setuna.

You can no longer call me Superman.

How can I stand up to myself being just a human being to such a superhuman opponent?

How can we antagonize?

How can I catch up?

The more I think about it, the harder I have to recognize it's impossible.

Being killed doesn't really kill you. Tentative first death. Tentative first playback. Life and death for trials. I guess there is no real death there, no real life. However, the pain was real: the pain of being decapitated, the pain of being gutted, the pain of being pierced through the eye bore, were equally engraved in the brain and burned in memory. And the more memories of pain accumulate, the more consciousness is scratched and even one is about to lose sight of oneself. I can't win. There's no way I can win. I can't catch up. There's no way I can catch up. There's no way we can get there. There is no way it will arrive. All those bad thoughts go past the back of your brain, stiffen your body, and end up waiting only for the moment when you are killed.

That way, how many times would they have killed you?

How many, dozens, hundreds of times.

Eventually, as I got used to the repetition of life and death as well, little by little, I began to see the movement of Lux. My eyes began to adapt to Lux's combat speed. Where my eyes get used to it, there's nothing I can do about it. Just because you see movement doesn't mean you can react.

No, you're not.

Your eyes capture movement and your body reflects. Move. But I can't make it. Lux's speed far exceeds Setuna's physical ability. Even if he sees Lux's movements, can predict his behavior, and understands what to do, Lux kills Setsuna at a rate that exceeds what he can afford to deal with and kills Setsuna.

(Strong)

Setuna did not want to see as love the figure of a master who had already said that the four digits had killed his disciples but had not even cut his breath. If you're not sweating one, you're not even disturbed by breathing. If there is disturbance in the dragon's breathing, that should only create modulation in his physical abilities, but without it there won't even be a gap to penetrate.

In fact, Setuna couldn't find any gaps in Lux.

Because Lux is also not alerted to fine dust against Setuna, which has an overwhelming power difference. It can't even create a gap or anything. The distribution of power was also perfect. There were no wasted moves, even if there were, only to show the difference in power from Setuna. And it is clear that even that wasteful depletion falls within his calculations. Perfect force allocation no matter where you look from. It was no exaggeration to say that it was more beautiful and powerful than it was in its lifetime.

(really...... strong)

That's why Setuna refers to Lux as her master, and that's why she's proud of herself for enduring hell of a training. Lux was right. In front of me was one of those luxes that Setuna had in mind and even dreamed of. A merciless, heartless and perfect fighter who is the most powerful user of the sword, unbeatable to anyone and never out of reach of any opponent.

It's close to, but not necessarily a match for, the Lux-Vain real image. It's probably a fantasy.

This is hell.

Like Cain, like Wayne, there's no guarantee that the Lux in front of you right now is the real him. No wonder it's a fantasy that the realm called Hell shows. It could be a phantom. It could be fiction. Everything is a lie, maybe it's the truth and nowhere else.

Although.

"What I admired about you is the truth."

"Hmm?"

Lux stopped moving. That's not even a good opportunity for a few moments. Neither did Setuna spit it out to create a gap in Lux. I just wanted to. I wanted to tell you.

"Oh, my God, suddenly"

Lux is stepping in. Stuck a fair distance in a fly, but Setuna didn't even care. I know it will kill me. That's why we don't fight, we see. Movements of lux. One hand at a time. Don't miss a moment, from the tip of your hair to the tip of your nails. And slaughtered without the art of exchange.

It shouldn't be, such as how to fight on the assumption of being killed.

I know that. I understand. There is only one life. Life is only once. Until then if you die. I can't start over. There's no way I can resuscitate. There's no way you're going to let them kill you.

But there was no other way.

When I think I've thrown up blood reflexes, I realize I'm alive. Consciousness is continuous and does not create confusion. I just have an intense memory of awesome pain. And that's what inhibits consciousness, so it's troublesome.

Get up and grab the sword nearby. The distance from Lux made it possible. But it was also clear that it would soon become meaningless. Pulling tens of thousands isn't easy. Also, assuming you pull the right answer, it doesn't make sense if Lux doesn't touch you. The sword of the right answer is just that it will reach Lux, not victory because it drew the right answer. That makes this trial difficult.

If all you have to do is pull the right answer, just keep going while they keep killing you. That way we can get to the right answer sooner or later. But when you pull the right answer and you have to defeat Lux, it's not the story. Pulling the right answers and keeping up with Lux's combat speed. I have to do both. Otherwise, he'll just be killed without the skill of exchanging himself into Lux's divine speedy attack.

That makes no sense.

That's why Setuna stares and sees Lux move. At first it was a completely invisible move, but now it was enough to follow the remnants. Still, it's just a remnant, so Lux's war speed is nothing short of awesome.

"I wanted to be strong. Because I hated my weak self. Because I hated myself for pity. I wanted to be strong. Maybe that's the beginning. That's what called the black spear."

"Oh... I bet you are"

Lux shook Gravestone gently. Setuna's blood splashes all over her body. I wonder how much blood you sucked and how many lives you took. Setuna's death toll is so much over four digits that it can no longer be counted. Will it reach five digits in time? It won't have to be questioned, it will arrive.

Trials have begun and dozens of hours have already passed.

"By your primitive time, your pure impulse must have reached the black spear. That's how Setuna, the black spear, was born. Good for you. I could be strong. At least you won't have any enemies with the black spear in your hands."

"No, Master"

Setuna shook her head as she set her sword against her blue eyes.

"That's the difference. I'm here because I lost."

"... oh. You did."

"I need to be stronger. Not if you're stepping in here. Not if they're killing me like this."

"Then call me."

Lux invites you. Cheap provocation. Should I say it's not like lux, or rather, think it's like lux? I'm getting lost. Either way, Lux's eyes remain sparkling. The fighting spirit burning does not seem to belong to the dead.

"Even dogs can do it if they can just roar. You're not a dog, are you? A dog. Then it must be gone. A long time ago. The shackles that were wrapped around your neck, and the wedges that were thrust into your soul, everything broke and disappeared. I bet you are."

I've put up a gravestone and pointed my cut at this one. The time is too much. But that time is the same, if you don't try to lux it, other than that it's too far from Setuna. The difference in physical ability was too great.

"Then what are you now in front of me? Setsuna, what are you doing here?

"I am."

Setuna told him without getting lost. Who the hell am I? I don't even have to think about it.

"I'm just a human being. It doesn't have any power, it's just"

"Ha."

Lux laughed happily somewhere. I can't imagine why, Setuna.

"Instead, you've got eyes for“ The Sword Ghost ”to eat. All right, come on. Come on. I'll kill you tens of thousands of times. Until you eat me up, until you cross me!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Setsuna yelled.

He shouted and squeezed his temper. I kicked the ground. Slip forward. Lux stands tall. Hold the sword in one hand. Pull out the sword at your feet with your empty right hand and throw it instantly. Pale residual light. Gravestone struck a void in a single letter, smashing the sword he threw. At that moment, it strikes Setuna as if the fragments of her body bounce back. Incorrect. Lux distorted the edge of his mouth. but Setuna threw the other sword without getting her hair in, pulling out the sword as soon as it was at her feet. I didn't mind the first pieces of my sword sticking into my body, and I kept throwing them. And as he saw that all the swords he threw would be easily destroyed by Lux, he died several thousand times.

Not yet, not enough.