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

Understand and recognize that a blank space is the color you deserve for nothing, and that its lonely world is where you are.

Loneliness.

Nothing was so horrible and breathless.

I hid the whole thing from you because you were twice as lonely as a human being, and you didn't try to swarm with anyone. When I think of my childhood like that, I tremble.

There's no place in the outside world, and that's why I was caged in a house with a place. If I was at home, if I was even caged in my own room, I could come up with any way to distract loneliness. Returning to me in a mundane moment, facing the reality of solitude, I could do as much as I could to see and pretend not to see and do it over.

Because the house was my place and I had peace.

If only I could secure my place, if I could keep it, that would be all.

That was it, maybe, happiness.

Yet.

Breathtaking to see lonely whites anointed with the vast colors that pushed them like floods and filled by immense will. Loneliness vanishes in an instant, and at the same time the will of numerous individuals oppresses consciousness.

A wide variety of wills and thoughts, words and thoughts have arrived.

The words of others. Thoughts of others. Will of others. Thoughts of others.

Pushing like a tsunami, they swallowed Setuna's consciousness and smeared them, not tired of whispering in their ears, twitching in their heads, flying their anger, and going wild and crazy. The mere question becomes a question, turning into a denunciation or a quarrel.

Why, I ran away.

Why didn't you keep fighting?

Why didn't you die with Gandion?

Why, why not.

All the unanswerable questions sweep consciousness.

Someone said that even if the spear broke, we could have fought.

Exactly, and there's nothing else.

That's true.

The only thing that broke was the black spear, which was able to summon a family member's subpoena. You could have summoned Lance of Designer, or Axe of Ambition. You could use other subpoenas, and whatever, I would try to call a whole new subpoena.

There was as much as there was to fight.

And Setsuna didn't.

Because with the black spear, even my heart was broken.

"That's not just an excuse"

Someone said something.

Exactly.

If you said you were going to fight, if you declared, if you promised, you should fight through to the end, even if you tried to break your heart, even if you broke it.

As a result, I'm trying to lose my life.

Though death awaits.

Wasn't that the path you wanted?

But there's nothing more I can do.

Time has gone by. I can't put it back. I can't go back. I just lost my life here, and that's not what I'm allowed to do.

There's nothing I can do to get it back.

Nothing.

(It's empty...)

A void floating in the heart of a chaotically stained world.

That's who I am.

There are diverse colors in the world and numerous conscious thoughts exist. A blank blank that doesn't mix with them in any way. I mean, there's no place. Naturally the end of the line, he thinks. I finally got it and let go of my place from Mizuchi, which was supposed to belong to the board stone.

Who will accept such a thin thing?

Who will admit it?

Who needs it?

You betrayed expectations, trampled trust, and broke promises.

Never again, I can't get it back.

That's reality.

Even if you dived through the Hell's trials and were able to grow up as a true user of black spears, what lies ahead?

I just came back to that world, where I no longer have a place of my own.

Because you've already let go of it at your will.

Abandon Gandhia, who was supposed to be where he was, run away, and here he is.

I can't just go back and get my place back.

It has been permanently lost.

(Loneliness...)

Setsuna admitted quietly.

Loneliness.

That's all I am now.

The existence of an empty being alone.

It's just such a tiny being that it melts into the void as a blank blank and disappears as it is.

(I...)

I wonder what you wanted to do.

I wonder what you came here for.

What did you want, what did you wish, what did you pray for, and what did you crave?

What the hell is the power gained by diving through Hell's trials for?

Setuna has been trained to vomit blood in the real world because it was necessary to protect her place. In order to grow as a user of black spears, I had to work out physically and mentally, and that was not enough in the end for a semi-productive workout either.

No matter how much you work out, it's still not enough.

More, and more, I eventually became a warrior full of them, physically and mentally trained.

Neither that nor this was for Gandhia where he was, neither more nor less.

So what is this trial for?

The place is gone.

There's no way I can get back into reality or anything like that.

Then why do we need to seek strength?

Don't you need it anymore?

It's the power I sought to protect my place.

If you don't have a place, it won't be necessary.

Nothing that I could protect, nothing that I threw away, is what happens where I have further power. Also, if you hit an even greater force, it would just mean escaping in the same way.

Then we should give up.

You just have to give up and dissolve in this blank.

Isn't this blank of solitude where you deserve to be?

A void like nothing is what half a man like himself deserves.

There is no place in a chaotic world, no room to enter. Numerous voices, many wills, enormous thoughts, enormous thoughts, are running and swirling. Like a storm. Like a flood. He condemns, curses, denies and rejects Setuna.

They didn't have a place for you here.

There's nowhere for you to stop by.

(You're right...)

I just have to admit.

There was no stopover. Different worlds illus valle. The days in different worlds that we arrived at in response to the summons of Azmaria were only, when, of course, taken for granted. But that was not just a mistake, and there was no room for Setsuna to enter, as there was Niewe as one.

There was no place for me.

I miss you, but that's reality.

Even if you don't want to admit it, that's the truth. You can call it the truth.

In the first place, it was a mistake in itself for a person who could not make his place in the world he was meant to be, to try to find his place in another world.

I deserve this blank blank space, and it suits me to be annoyed by loneliness.

(But...)

Still, in a blank space, Setuna thinks.

(I want to see you...)

It was a true thought.

I want to see you.

That was the only indisputable fact, the unwavering truth.

I want to see you.

I don't mind if I don't have a place there.

It doesn't matter if that's the other world, not the world you're supposed to be in.

I just want to see you.

I want to see you again and talk to you.

When I thought of it that way, I couldn't stay or stand.