At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

Slowly, in nature, he takes that step.

Very slowly. It's like we're just going for a walk.

And at the next moment, I respond with all my strength to him who stepped in front of me so fast that I could illusion that the space had shrunk.

Dragon witchcraft and normal witchcraft have already been used to the limit. Although the immortal enhancement is wearing strength and weakness, I use it at all costs the moment I decide it is dangerous.

Above all, I can't react without using enhanced pseudo-magic.

"Gu!"

Definitely manages to react to a flash from the lower section, which is reinforced by each sword, and is forced to play with the Magic Instructor Sword.

However, the sword that should have been played is cut back and wielded from the upper stage as if nothing had happened.

I reach down and grasp the 'blade' of the technician sword, forcing it to change its orbit and take it from the front.

"I see, is there such a way to take it"

"This is the sword, so I can do it."

"No, no, you'd have to, wouldn't you?

"Well, sure"

Critically, we want to hit the light mouth as we press the blades against each other.

Though this technician sword was done because it is not a problem, there is nothing a normal sword can't do with physical protection. I wouldn't normally hold the blade in as long as I wanted, though.

But shit. Now I know, but this is losing speed and power.

Mr. Bulph is pushing from the top, and I'm indulging from the bottom.

Besides, I'm not enjoying the honest way I hold a sword. It's like you're holding it down with both hands.

I'm only doing something because I'm more advantageous with my strength, and I'm definitely losing my power because I'm antagonizing you with that.

No, I'm not antagonizing this. I'm starting to get pushed in a little.

Oh, shit. You're lying, Haku. But I could have had it in Thailand if it was in this state.

"Turn around! Reverse helix sword!

I keep my hands on the words of my willingness to open some of the tech swords.

The responding technician sword begins to spin, gathering magic and caging his strength into his body.

But the moment the spin began, he drew his sword and stepped back without ever being bounced.

You're reacting too fast. At least let me play the sword a little bit.

"Eh!

I let go of the magic of my sword as I lay down my sword.

It's not a fully open attack, so it's not that widespread, but it still releases a magic slash to the extent that it can definitely be stopped at close range.

The slaughter made a big decision on the ground, raised the earthen smoke, and did engrave its fang marks. But.

"Ugh, dangerous. You're really using it."

There was him standing with a cool look on his face, as if he had completely cut off the fangs, a slice of the ground that had been chosen.

Not after I cut into that garment. Totally flattered.

I didn't just get slaughtered. The magical liberation of the craftsman's sword was also completely cut off.

"Wouldn't you be a little too strong?"

"No, because I only have a sword. I can't handle it if I can't do this."

He responds with a smile to words like my stupidity. I'm scared of it.

I feel a freezing fear in my spine at the monster lurking behind his smile.

This isn't just because he's strong. He's, like, something different.

"I'm a little too scared,"

"Really, that's more than anything"

Speaking of fear for him, he laughed even more and was returned.

I mean, this fear, that fear, is what he himself is intentionally putting out.

No, I'm not putting it out, maybe it's something that leaves.

Either way, it's not scary to be relative.

What is this monster?

"Phew."

Refresh your mind, keep your technician sword in the blue eye, and keep your magic in the sword.

If I play it now, I can't give it back as lightly as I just did.

Play with the help of a skilled sword. Things aren't the same as I played with a normal sword.

Worst of all, we'll have to fight with that robe in mind.

I'm glad I fixed it.

I don't have any desire to go all the way back to the boulder and take it from him.

Looks like you're doing a little bit of work because you're keeping your sword in shape, and now you're going to let me go!

"Countless windy needles, through our enemies"

In the meantime, strike out massive, inappropriately visible wind needles.

It's an imitation of Mr. Celes. But it definitely works for people who only know some position with magic sensing.

Unless, like me or Cigal, you can clearly see the magic.

At the same time, he penetrates with magic, only prepping to erect barriers.

I don't know what to do with the wind blade, but if I did, I did, and now I will slap the fully open reverse helical sword in that direction.

No slaughter. I don't consider the power, just spread it out and hit it.

"Huh!"

But he didn't move from the spot, he wielded his sword with magic, and he erased my sorcery.

The wind, whose magic is fogged, loses its fixed power, and the wind itself is fogged together with the power wielded by the sword.

But you know what, if you don't move, don't move.

All I do is wave my sword as it is.

"Open it! Reverse helix sword!

The moment he waves his sword, I'm screaming and waving my sword, too.

The sword makes its flowers open, roaring as if to respond to my cry.

The revolving blade of magic thrusts into swallowing everything in front of me as if it ravages everything in front of me.

A flower of magic decides everything as if the excavator were to thrust it.

- But that didn't reach the monster in front of me.

A level of attack that most creatures would never have been able to resist.

Even though there was another powerful attack above him, he was born, without any special tools, and just smashed the flowers of magic with that sword alone. It will not cause any trauma.

The monster in front of me smashed one of my trumpets completely from the front.

As such, I just had to open my eyes.

I'm pretty sure I shot this guy because I thought he could prevent it. I shot him because I didn't think he was going to die.

But it is.

For the first time, I could not hide my surprise at the fact that this attack did not work at all for anyone other than Inai.

I didn't think I could let a boulder hurt me in any way. I didn't even think I could get dirt on my clothes.

"Phew, your liver is cold on boulders now."

"- Eh."

I was shot by that blow, and yet, the cool monster's eyes turn to me.

That only makes my spine cold.

I can see that the monster in front of me can still afford it, on the back of words such as cold liver.

Don't feel so fooled by his expression. I know why. Something in me says he can really afford it.

The guy in front of me said it was really bad. He said he wasn't a decent match to fight for.

This guy is screaming out of his mind that he needs to run.

It's not a dangerous opponent if you don't run away. If you don't run, they'll kill you.

"- - Stel Bedluk"

So what's up?

I know how scared you are. He thinks how much I've been training in the nest of monsters.

How many times do you think I've trained you to die?

I thought I promised you I'd fight someone and be able to compete properly!

Forced to replace fear with warfare, stare at the monster in front of you.

A technician sword roars to respond to that thought at my disposal.

Five magic crystals glow if you fail to show their true value, creating such a magical sword that obviously existence itself is strange.

Seeing that, it should be noted that the expression of the monster does not collapse.

"Hehe, you're scared. That sword is a little irregular."

"I think so myself. But I don't feel like I can beat you without this."

He hears my words and laughs with pleasure. It's funny to see this, this guy.

This man is a swordsman. I'm sure he's proud to be a swordsman, as much as he said he had only this sword.

And at the same time, only the sword is used.

Of course he uses enhanced witchcraft, as well as unleashing attacks to scatter witchcraft attacks.

But I still haven't turned that power into an attack.

He's only a swordsman. A swordsman who fights only with his physical abilities and sword moves.

That's why this sword of magic should be a pain in the ass for him.

Still, he doesn't care. I just laugh that if I can win with that, I can use it.

That doesn't come from room or insult. Because I take it for granted to try to win with any hand.

And above all, any opponent has faith in winning with a sword.

So funny, because I have the feeling that I can win with that sword.

Put the technician sword in the blue eye, hold down the glimmering image of death on his head, and turn to him.

Even I'm not going to lose.

Either do it until the Technician Sword is completely open, or you can lose so easily!