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

Swallow the sea of darkness, and the rapidly growing black tornado lifted up the tremendous and snapped Setuna's cheek. It is also finally enough wind pressure to be able to stand swirling, converging at one point. Seawater is not the only thing that can be wound up. It also ran out of sand by the sea, but it seemed to be attracted, promoting the growth of tornadoes.

(What am I supposed to do with this tornado?

Setuna stared at the growing black tornado and threw up all over her chest. The mask-of-dispair is not going to let them take a small, difficult trial, he said.

It's unclear if that's for real, but you should honestly take it.

So was the trial so far, but at least, there was nothing for the organizers to lie about.

If so, it should be considered a simple trial.

When that happens, there are only about two possible trials.

One is to stop this black tornado. I mean, beat it.

The other thing is that we can get away from this black tornado. The tornado continues to grow rapidly, trying to swallow the sea of darkness, the beach and everything. Although Setuna has managed to step on it, it will be sucked off as it is and taken in by the tornado.

Therefore, I thought that escape could also be a trial.

Trials are nothing, battles are not the only thing.

Should we fight or run?

One in two, but Setuna decided to cast a spell anyway.

"Armed summons!

One word of it becomes the conclusion that completes the surgical ceremony and activates the armed summoning technique. When you wonder if your whole body has emitted a blurred light, the explosive light converges within your right hand, shaping a sword. An even blacker sword than the dark world. The moment I held it, every sensation amplified and full of power. The side effect of a summoning weapon is the strength of an armed summoner.

Squeeze the black sword in your right hand and set it up on the spot. Stronger forces to tread reduced the worry of being sucked off by the tornado. But if the tornado were to continue to strengthen its forces and increase its suction, it would not be able to stand forever.

I'm forced to make a choice.

That's what I thought, arrowhead, there's been a change in the tornado.

(What?

A tremendous sound shook up the world, and the tornado bounced off and disappeared. The wind stops, sucked in, and everything that has risen pours down. That is exactly what we should call intensive heavy rainfall, where the seawater that descends mixes with beach sand and becomes muddy water and falls to the surface of the sea.

Fortunately, although little came down to where Setuna stood, it is also true that we have to be confused. Because it's like you don't know what the tornado wanted to do.

Suddenly it appeared, and I wondered if I would continue to expand my forces, but then suddenly, I disappeared and lost them.

This makes it ridiculous that Setuna summoned the sword.

(No... that's...)

Setuna realised that there was something stood over the sea of darkness in a water splash that could be bounced countless times by the rain of falling mud, and rethought her thoughts.

(When...?

Until just now, just next to where the mask of dispersal stood, the person is standing. I don't see it well because of the mud rain and the water splash, but I'm pretty sure it exists.

Black Person.

faint than the dark sea of the dark world, black. It's as black as it sounds. With a black knob, in his hand, he seemed to have a long pattern of weapons. My eyes are glowing red. It's like a mask-of-dispair. But it's not a mask-of-dispair. I'm not an old man. Young. As good as Setuna - no, that's not what I'm talking about.

Mud rain stopped and water splashes subsided.

Setuna was able to confirm the person again. Sandwiched by the falling light and the indiscriminately reflecting light, the full contents of the blackened man are revealed.

"... I see, that's why"

Setuna understood the meaning of what Mask of Dispair had asked ahead of the trials.

Because the man in black, nestled on the sea of darkness, was Setuna herself.

Blush's dark hair, red eyes as blood, its poor eyelidness, its invincible grin, its flesh wrapped in black outfits, everything was Setsuna herself. Mirrored, but unlike myself in the mirror, it would be the position of the weapon in your hand. I am properly gripped by my dominant arm.

And it's a weapon in that hand.

A pitch-black spear shaped so badly that it is not an exaggeration when it comes to destructive. It was precisely the subpoena itself that he once named Chaos Blinger, and Setuna had no choice but to look sinister.

It must be something like that that the Mask of Dispers asked Setuna to know herself, otherwise she couldn't have let Setuna fight herself.

Convinced, I can put my strength into a hand that holds the pattern of a sword.

If the other person is really a perfect reproduction of themselves, the story is quick. I know what's in my hand. I know best how to fight.

Hey, me.

That opened my mouth abruptly. The voice feels uncomfortable like it doesn't belong to me. It's like the first time I heard my voice I recorded it, that feeling. Unless you're used to it, it'll be hard to wipe that discomfort.

"Is it me, after all"

"Oh. I'm you, Kamiya Mina. Well, it's perfectly reproduced."

Whether or not you have told yourself to mock yourself because even your personality is perfectly reproduced.

Setuna looked to her opponent, who could also be her shadow itself, and intensified her vigilance that she missed every step of it. This is a black sword, and your opponent is a black spear. Summoning armed performance differences can be difficult to fill. If you relax even for a moment, winning or losing will be decided at that moment. Of course, it's settled that Setuna will defeat.

Therefore, the slightest movement should not be missed.

"Don't be so nervous, me. It's not that hard."

"You must be a black spear!

"Yes, you are."

A shadow kicked the surface. It shows the intensity of the force with giant water splashes and shows the flesh of the shadow flying high in the sky. The tip of the spear is pointing this way. The tip swelled white. “Destruction rays".

"Which means you taste the irrationality of the person you've killed."

I wonder if the pure white light has anointed the frontal sky, and the runoff of destruction is killing me. but Setsuna is moving on to action in the foresight of He was flying back a lot to escape the “ray of destruction” blasting range. A stream of light pierces the beach, disturbing the light and sound.

I don't have time to stroke my chest down, though, looking out for the power of destruction that bulges up in a spherical fashion. Looking back, there was a shadow there. Raise your sword in a daze. Sparks scattered and heavy shocks transmitted both arms. A blow enough to sound like a bone. I saw the face of the shadow coming up.

"Good for you. You know who you are."

Setsuna's own face with a frantic grin. That must be Setsuna himself on the battlefield.

Setuna tends to enjoy battle when dealing with powerful enemies. That was something that no one would point out, but understood on their own. Though there is nothing like giving battle precedence over mission or purpose, there was, however, something like trying to enjoy the battle on the spot to the full.

The more powerful the opponent was, the more daunted he was.

Can Setuna be a formidable enemy to a fierce grinning shadow?

(Let it be)

Setuna told him in the chest and kicked back the kick the other guy had rolled out.

Yourself.

I know the method of warfare as it is in my hands.