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

When you touch the pattern of the sword, you have the illusion that that alone sharpens your senses.

Because it is planted by the days of training with Gloria, I guess. Nothing has been more terrible and better served than Gloria's training. It's an unquestionable fact that Ruufa's life would have been very different if he hadn't met the best and most powerful master named Gloria. I met her and was trained by her so that I could walk around without any anxiety, even in this kind of nonstop otherworlds.

If this had taught an armed summoner like you don't know any horsebone, you would have lived a completely different life.

Including that, he was thankful to Gloria in every sense, and he was more thankful for growing himself up like a combat weapon.

That's why we were able to respond immediately to any abrupt anomalies.

That was when he was walking around the lake bank.

In the great lake, also called the paradise of the birds, which suddenly appeared in the midst of the paradise of the plants, the feathers rested as the various birds sang their serenity. It was only natural for him to realize when those birds had been concentrating their gaze on alerting Ruufa. This is a different world. Never fail to be vigilant at any time, that was Azmaria's advice.

Ruufa himself, while alert to the birds, was certainly somewhat optimistic. Whatever, birds with bright wings. It was also a generous spot in the lake. I can't even imagine flying up in unison, attacking me, etc.

At first, I learned by sound that a few of them who were swimming in the lake had risen to the sky. The sound of water jumping on the surface of the water, and the sound of the birds' feathers. When it comes to why I heard it clearly, it's because this paradise-stained forest is surrounded by silence. If I didn't hear the whimpering of the numerous birds, I didn't hear the bugs. That, as it may seem now, was a manifestation of vigilance against intruders from different worlds.

The birds that rose into the sky left the lake intact, Ruufa thought. But the little birds swirled loudly over the sky, and he panicked because what he thought was what had been gliding towards Ruufa. Beautiful little birds, too, had obvious hostility. Hostility is elevated to pure killing as it is, increasing the rate at which the little birds glide.

You set me up as your enemy.

I don't know why. Ruufa didn't do anything toward the lake if he hadn't done anything to them. After a break on the lake shore, I bypassed the lake shore and tried to move on, that's all. What didn't you care about in those series of actions?

Ruufa, yet, does not pull out his sword. Jumping off the scene and hiding in the shadow of a tree that was on his side, he saw the little birds that had arrived near the ground rise again into the sky.

(No, you're not)

No, it's not that I didn't like Ruufa's behavior. That's not what this is about. What the little birds don't care about is not Ruufa's behavior. The very existence of Ruufa is unacceptable.

Yet, as if one of the Illus Valle had rejected the very existence of the Imperial Demon.

If it is a heterogeneous molecule that has been dispersed into this paradise, and if it becomes the existence of another world, then it is natural to make it the inhabitants of this world, the inhabitants of paradise, to conclude that it is to be eliminated?

Apparently, the little birds weren't the only ones that made the move to eliminate Ruufa.

Until then, both the foot-length birds, who had shown their standing still, and the birds who had stopped at the trees on the shore to watch, shot their wings simultaneously and danced in the sky. Its gaze is all concentrated on the hidden trees of Ruufa. Which means we're trying to attack to get rid of Ruufa.

(That's a hassle)

Ruufa, while turning his attention to the lake, also did not fail to be on perimeter alert. The birds may not be the only enemies. Perhaps all the creatures who dwell in this paradise are the enemies of Loufa. It could be a bug, a plant, or all the other animals, organisms. Even though I can't stay alert, I'm in a situation where I have to be even more alert.

I made sure the bird screamed something and rang.

Paradise rocked, as if to echo the roar. Many trees trembled, and the branches rubbed against each other, and the birds flew in unison, I guess, stopping at the branch branches of the trees. When countless birds shot their feathers at the same time, it just sounded awesome and rolled up, as if paradise were going to turn to hell. The trees shake and the flowers scatter. The blown petals colored the sky on the lake like a snowstorm, and he was stunned by the number of birds gathering in it.

(What's that?)

Ruufa, unexpectedly, said such a word.

Whether it was in my chest or not, but it was the kind of situation that I wanted to be. There were enough birds gathered to cover and hide the sky on the lake. Perhaps the birds in paradise were summoned by an earlier roar. By successive gatherings of birds, the sky on the lake was no longer black. Even the lake's surface is darkened by the shadows of the moaning birds.

Paradise has been transformed into hell, and its fangs have been stripped.

(This isn't the test... is it?

I wasn't sure, but somehow, it felt that way.

From small birds to large birds, a wide variety of birds filled the sky, but there was no atmosphere in which those birds stood up to give them a test, because they were increasing their hostility and willingness to kill Ruufa.

If it's a trial, it's something you can see. It's Setsuna's story, and the story was more convincing than how many times he broke through Hell's trials.

If so, this is not a trial.

A warning from paradise.

Maybe I can call it an ultimatum.

You want me to get out of here?

Ruufa was brisk as she opened herself to the fierce killing intentions of the birds. Ruufa herself, I didn't want to get lost in anything, and as long as I can accomplish my purpose, I'm going to leave paradise immediately. But where I said that, it wouldn't work for the birds. In the first place, I don't even think this one makes sense.

It is a testament to the fact that it has been attacked without question.

The birds have identified Ruufa as their enemy and attacked them.

Beyond that, there is no longer room for negotiation, and there is only one choice: to fight or to escape.

(If so, yes)

Ruufa ran through the woods as he turned his back on a group of enemies on the lake. Depression and lush trees were not depressing when walking around looking for a destination, but in this case they would be shields and walls to protect Ruufa from flying birds. In fact, Luufa's departure from the shade of the tree led to a situation in which the birds moved simultaneously, but the assault also remained unstoppable against Luufa, who moved from shade to shade.

Like gliding and attacking at full speed from above, countless branches of leaves overlap over Ruufa's head, covering the sky like a lid. Now even the little bird has to be careful to sew the gap between the branches, and the big bird of the body, it doesn't even come true. Or so, I flew near the ground and followed Ruufa, and the trees and grasshoppers were in the way.

Ruufa left the lake anyway, trying not to forget only to mark the tree.

The rattlesnarling sounds of the Raptors heard from far rear were astute and intimidating.

I'm glad this is a plant paradise, he thought sincerely.