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

I want to see you.

I just thought so.

When I thought so, as soon as I did, I became ridiculous myself being bound by the fact that it was a blank space. The place does matter. And the fact that you've lost that place by your will is also not something you can forget. But then again, there was no way I could lie about my true desire to see everyone.

I betrayed everyone's expectations, trampled on my trust, and broke my promise.

Isn't neither sin nor punishment for that fact something that should come directly to everyone?

Doron.

What I heard was like a heartbeat, like the sounds of the world.

The world.

A runoff of resentful chaos surrounding a blank space.

Indicating others besides themselves, they trembled and groaned as if to mock the conclusions that Setuna had drawn.

"Something unsolicited."

Someone said something.

"You betrayed yourself."

"I believed you."

"I was hoping."

"You promised."

"Stay trampled, you want to see me?

"You think you're allowed to behave so selfishly?

Numerous voices obsess, numerous thoughts intertwine, and many malice swirl. It surrounds Setuna and crushes the world with its ever-blackening polar colors. Stronger, more intense, more sharp. Approaching a blank area, we begin erosion.

(Oh, I know. I know.)

Let's accept any accusations. Whether they were denied, cursed or repudiated, they were all prepared to accept it. Instead, do not think that you are not prepared to that extent, and want to meet the one who betrayed you once, etc.

Don't expect a reunion in a mild way.

I get it.

Everything, I know.

"There's no place for you anywhere, but come back, what do you do?

It sounds sharp and painful.

But that's not what I'm thinking right now.

I just want to meet everyone right now, that's all.

That's all there is to it, so I guess I could even accept that pain as the running of chaos poured into the void and tore, chopped and destroyed my whole body from the inside out. Aware and perceive the presence of the flesh even though there should be nothing. From the toenail tip of the foot to the heavenly edge of the head, the presence is recognized and, therefore, severe pain blames the consciousness.

Continuous shock enough to make my head white. Chains of pain that cause your body to splash. Pain induces pain, overlaps, swells, and explodes.

They smash bones, they crush muscles, they break skin, they drill holes in their guts - that feeling.

It wasn't the kind of situation you could think of, such as whether that was real.

Only the pain swells up and the blanks fill up.

White blanks fill with chaotic colors.

And I found that those polar-colored worlds became blood and flesh, forming flesh.

(Oh well...)

Setsuna understood abruptly.

A blank blank is who you are, and a chaotic, polar-colored world is not who you are.

Blank blanks and colorful chaos are all your own.

It is not the will of others that flows in, but the will of others that you envision.

In other words, it was Faria from Setuna, Luufa from Setuna, and Leongando from Setuna.

I guess what surrounded me, cursed me, cursed me, resented me was also all, myself, self-inflicted, self-denied, and indissoluble when it came to self-inflicted self-abandonment.

But you also have to understand that not everything about the mistakes you've made is acceptable.

Neither will sin be lightened nor will facts cover it.

(I know. I know.)

He held his fist, embracing all the running of himself that chopped himself up. The white blanks were filled by the chaos itself, and they gained color.

My vision opens up.

Then there, it was still the dark seaside.

The slightest light pouring down from nowhere reflects on the waves hitting the seaside, glowing disastrously. That light is what distinguishes this dark world, and the presence of light will also deepen the darkness. And the old man in black stands on the wave that pushes and returns.

Mask of Dispair.

"I see you've learned your reasons."

"Own cause…?"

If that is the significance, the reason and the value that exists, then to Setsuna, it may have been something that we have not quite understood yet.

What Setsuna realized was just the sincerity and untruthlessness of wanting to break through this hellish trial as soon as possible and return to reality. That is not an exaggeration when it comes to everything. I don't care about anything else. I just want to go home and see everyone again.

That's all.

I couldn't think of anything beyond that.

If that's for your own good, maybe so.

You don't have a place to be.

Even if we meet, it may not go back to normal. No, there's no way I can get back to normal. They may hate you. Maybe you won't meet me. I can't imagine just being able to bump my anger, and more than that, I can't say I'll see you again.

But still, I want to see you.

The intensity of the thought was surprisingly pure and vivid, even for myself.

"Probably, I think so"

"Probably? It's also very unreliable."

"But that's me."

Setuna told, looking out for the old man's frightened expression. In the darkness of darkness, the expression of the old man can nevertheless be clearly recognized. Because my eyes are used to the darkness, or something like that. It must mean he's doing that, forming this world.

The realm of trials changes in any way depending on the organizer.

"I'm me, so I don't have to rely on you."

"I don't care if they reopen it."

"It's not reopening, it's not giving up, it's nothing. I'm just accepting who I am."

"Hmm...... well, good. You have established your own existence."

He quickly changed his expression, although he rarely praised Setsuna.

"But that's just the beginning of my trial."

"Huh...?

"What are you surprised about?"

The mask of dispersal, once again, seemed frightened.

"When did I call that a trial?"

"... Indeed"

You're right, Setuna didn't have to admit it.

Surely the old man did not call that a trial. I just asked. I only asked Setsuna if there was any existential significance, and that created that void and chaos. In this realm of mask-of-dispair, what you can't establish yourself, you'll see.

I can only assume so.

And through that, it's finally going to be a trial.

"Nevertheless, there is no longer a point in letting you take a small, difficult test knowing your reasons"

When the old man raised his right arm, he pointed his palm towards the surface of the sea. Then a dark wave swirls around and rises as a black running stream. It's like a black tornado. It suddenly got huge and even swallowed up a mask of dispersal. but that just didn't happen.

The Mask of Dispers kept an eye on the tornado, which kept growing enough to escape the tornado and swallow the sea of darkness.

Setsuna got up.

Because the final trial has finally begun.