Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

A brave man who is supposed to be a demon who kicks in demons that threaten people's lives, a demon tribe hostile to people, and a being that destroys their country.

It was a mission that Leonardo, who was merely a boy, was told at the same time when he was appointed as a 'brave man' in his home country, the Church of Endelusia.

From that day on, he simply waved his sword indifferently, banishing a demon called the demon, and building his strength in preparation for the day of battle against the demon king, which he would one day visit.

One day on Fate Day, to make sure that it is ourselves who wins......

Such a gear of his destiny went mad a few months ago, when he made his third expedition in his life to Mid-Eden, his neighbor in Endersia, to fight strong demons.

The brave men who heard rumors of a magical-specific bucket about appearing around South Fortress said they were fighting each other as they walked a few days from town glued around the place… a girl with a loose look between them while staining her unusual killing intentions out of its body walked down the opposite side of the road in the woods.

As a result, from experience to date, the brave men, who perceived it to be 'something' she had turned into a human, rescheduled initially to a threesome party she would be leading… challenging the battle.

Dogowong!!

... Notice the brave men stood with a broken weapon in one hand, on the ground with nothing around them.

Moreover, the forest, which should have stood like a black wall until earlier, disappeared as if it had not been there from the beginning... only the scorching flatlands were spread around...

Seeing the sight, it wasn't until after two days of plenty that they had figured out what was going on at the Brave Party.

It was then that Catalina fell out of their party.

It was the first encounter with a being who could never win.

In the first place, it was an overly one-sided ravage that led me to doubt whether the concept of fighting or even winning or losing could be applied.

Until then, the thought of the brave man, who thought he could describe everything in the world with the word 'weak and strong', at that moment, knowing that he was never within reach, changed dramatically.

He realized that no matter how he scratched his feet, he could only be 'weak meat'...

... So who is the 'brave man' destined to lose?

He even kept thinking about the end of his de-tuned life, desperately turning the missing gear.

Who am I and where the hell am I going...

To that deadlock, where there can never be an answer even if you think about it, he wasted his days haunting his head...

One day like that.

He gets stuck at the bottom of further frustration.

I lost that casual smile of Leah, a childhood wizard who was one of my friends.

At the same time, he is rewritten his own memories by those he has never seen or heard, and even loses sight of the mission entrusted to him by his native country as a 'brave man' … he will increasingly doubt the existence of his helpless self.

... But in the eyes of such a brave man, despair didn't seem to be the only picture.

He realized that the girl, who thought it was an irresistible bucket, somehow kept smiling from the people of the country who would have begun to rule at random.

Physical power there… violence did not intervene, instead, technology and knowledge that had never been seen took place among people.

But it also brought tranquillity to people and, on the other hand, a total denial of the existence of the brave.

If 'weak and strong' is the only language for explaining 'brave men'... the weak, the strong, the demons, the demons, and even the demon kings, all in her country with a smile, did not have to compare the strong and the weak in the first place, so neither did the method of describing 'brave men', which should also be called the power of power.

… as if the brave men who emerged in the modern world were treated equally to mere men without being treated special….

It may be sarcastic precisely that a brave man who has felt a little admiration for her country like that has lost sight of himself extraneously.

It's just not despair, one way or the other... it seemed close to the sole of hope...

... For that reason, or against a neighbor who was supposed to be an enemy, he whined about this.

"Me too... I want a Minotaur buddy..." Damn.

"What?"

"Yes, no, nothing..."

Leonardo the brave man turns his envious gaze against the biceps of the benefactor of a muscular life who lays next to him while at the same time lowering his back to his own bet.

He couldn't hear a word such a brave man said, not like him... it seems that the witch Amber, along with the big witch hat riding on its head, has leaned his neck.

Then, as Amber had told me earlier, the brave man lay down in bed with great care.

Previously, he was worried about what was going on on on the front and couldn't have stayed or stood… Apparently, he realized he didn't have to worry.

... but

Gabba!

The brave man jumps up as if to build his abs the moment his back gets to bed.

Of course, inspired by Minotaur's muscles, he tried to build his abs... not that.

When he suddenly began to wander around his body, he uttered these words.

"Hey, no! Hey, there... Mr. Amber? Don't you know my partner?

"Huh? You're sleeping next door, aren't you?

"Huh? No, not this one..."

"... that's my minotaur"

Amber gives a troubled look to the brave man who turns to Minotaur, not the wise one, and shakes his neck beside him.

Seeing her reaction like that, the brave man, aware of his tongue, went on to say words to supplement it.

"Partner means... my weapon"

Hear that word...

"... weapons?

and Amber tilting his neck again.

"Dear brave man... did you have a weapon?

"How can you fight without weapons... ah"

... and he remembered.

That my weapon is a shape that I have trouble expressing….

... No.

The shape itself was simple and lucid, but he could not allow it to come out of his mouth in recognition of its shape.

In one word, I guess I felt like the value of my partner would be determined on its own.

Then he began to explain to Amber, with gestures and gestures, to tell him about that elusive weapon.

"Well, I don't know... sword... but it's the one with the stick about this length, the hole in it, and the tip slightly bent"

"... I have no idea"

But in the brave man's explanation, he didn't pass it on to Amber.

"Hmm... I'm in trouble..."

Then when the brave man looks around, something close to him, trying to explain the specific shape... just the right shape (?) It looks like the object that did came into my eyes.

"... ah. It's like a stick drying sheets over there...... where did you bring it from, alle?! It's me, my weapon..."

"What? Um, the drying rod... weapon? Hey, brave man? Didn't you get hit in the head?

"No..."

And he tried to deny it... but he didn't seem to come up with a way of denying it.

It's the legendary weapon the Minotaurs were protecting underground (?).

To be more precise, it is an 'iron pipe' that magically degenerated because it was immersed in the mana of an underground lake.

The brave men whom the waltzes gave up because they didn't want it, used the iron pipe as a weapon for their favorite use, as if it were a partner they had been accustomed to for decades.

What the hell am I supposed to do to explain that sole, which only looks like an iron pipe, is my own weapon, without using the word 'mere iron pipe'......

The brave man seemed to feel unspeakable in the words of explanation that did not come out of his throat...

And the brave man came up with the phrase, "I got it from the demon god (waltz)," and he thought it might be easy to convince me... it was about that moment.

Gowong......

Somewhere far away, something big and heavy fell to the ground… such vibrations and sounds echoed into the brave nursing home.

"... what noise?

A brave man who, from previous experience, perceived that something had gone wrong.

Meanwhile, he didn't even notice the sound in the first place to Amber, who was looking through the patient's paperwork while waiting for an explanation about the weapon that didn't come out among the brave.

"... I knew you had to be asleep yet, right? Dear brave man, it's an illusion."

And, head-on, he denied the words of the brave.

"... do you?... not!

And the brave man, at last, tried to enter the description of the weapon… at that time.

Batan!

"Yu, brave man!

A soldier wearing armor all over his body opened the door of the infirmary and came inside.

And when he found the brave figure in the room, he raised his voice, without worrying that there were wounded patients around him.

"The city wall... and we've been breached!

If you say so...

Dosha......

And a soldier who collapses off his knees and falls on the spot.

Seeing a big cut on his back and a lot of blood flowing from it... he must have lost consciousness due to the loss of blood.

Seeing that figure, Amber rushes over to a fallen soldier who would be in a dangerous state, changing his blood phase.

And the brave...

"... I'm coming"

Drying rod (?) when I took it...... only one person got out of the confusing treatment center.

His destination with such scratches... there will still be room for forgiveness for his presence, a battlefield.