- It was late.
A former classmate's body without a neck rolling in front of her. In his humble memory, he was very difficult to describe as a good person.
But did you also do what you had to do to be killed in a tragic way?
That's not true. In terms of what I've done, I've done something harder to save.
Then isn't the look of pain and despair that never changes again directed at me?
After that, 10 seconds...... no, 20 seconds. If I had realized quickly who this guy was, he wouldn't have had to die. Feeling blamed for that, I strayed from my rolling neck and stared at a truly unforgivable man with murderous eyes.
"Hihihi, have you found it"
A murderer who relied on an accidental attack to kill. He laughs as he breathes in the air briefly, with a tranced look on his face. What the hell kind of madness is going on behind that look?
I didn't even want to understand.
"The hiding place is over. And your life."
As if the Fire were to blow out, the fierce rage swept around my chest. I understood who the emotion was before I thought about it, leaving my body to the passion.
The result is this. Intolerable killings overflowed.
"Engraved killer. I remember, those eyes. its mouth."
"Hihihi, this is the second time you've met me. Before..."
"Third time, killer."
I let him interrupt so he could cover the words of a murderer, and I became the wind. Murder without secrets melts into the darkness of the night on a sword with magic that adds a slashing flavor.
"Fixed"
A powerful and incomparable counter that once snapped the Demon King's finger. I knew it could be directed at me (...) I was forced to change the orbit of my sword in the middle of a high-speed trip.
A move that presupposes being defended. Feint using his own killer, so to speak. It was a blow because I predicted it, without seeing all the other hand tags.
"Uh-huh!
Blood dances to the universe. At the same time, a knife stained with blood and a hand holding it fell to the ground.
"I know you're a space-based user. You're no better than me."
Space glitch the other day. It was only a while before I began to observe the brave men that I realized that it was a counter-extinguishing effect between spaces.
I don't know how, but only the surroundings of the brave men who expanded the space became imperceptible, as if there were holes. He hurried to use Thousand Eyes and Clairvoyance, then Magic Sensing, checking the situation and noticing.
To the fact that fine magic is crashing into each other and vanishing.
That was the answer and the stepping stone to getting there.
Ash and the brave men, then the talent of space-based skills, a testament to the crossing of the world that I arrived at in view of myself. I mean, someone from another world, just like me.
That's the first piece that gets to who the killer is.
"What do you say, killer? I'm the one who gets cornered."
".....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
The killer, losing one arm and holding down the blood-stained robe, turned his nettled gaze as if licking my face around - flipped the robe.
You think you can get away with this?
This is the same as before. The murderer who made Ba and Robe run away, from the roof to the roof. And when I got down to the alley, I ran without looking back.
"- Absolute Sky"
A poke of vacuum that also penetrates the air wears a killer's foot from behind. A rough wind wrapped around the sword blew through a narrow alley beyond the dark night like a bullet.
"Nice, Luxeria"
"Well, my husband predicted it."
In case, he had anticipated the escape route in advance and asked for an ambush to Luxeria through Cecil. But that seemed extra worrying, and I got off on the spot without being late for a killer, too.
"Hi-hick, you're strong. And smart. If I kill you, I'll feel the best."
Dragging a hollow leg doesn't erase its insane intent to kill. It's just that for him to enjoy purely murder, even his life may only be the object of that madness.
I'm not gonna get away with this anymore. I'm gonna walk right over to the killer.
I do not know that the intention to kill will still subside, and I have no fear. I'm paralyzed by anger. But on the other hand, the heads and bodies that are chilling out by the cold, there is no missing out on every move of a killer.
I talk like a detective slowly packing in time and hunting down the killer.
"Looks like you've killed dozens of people in this world. But you're counting the wrong number, killer."
"... maybe. I've killed nearly 100 people already."
A murderer with a nigga and a creepy look on his face. The blades, stained red with the blood of the victims in their hands, have not even been cared for and look red and black reflecting on the moonlight.
"... 96 people. How many people have you killed in this world? Approximately two years ago, for the first time a carved body was found. Then, for a while, one more. With each passing month, the number of carved bodies increased."
Information on the victims of the engraved killer gathered by Cecil. There was no consistency in the line of victims. Gender, age, occupation, city where you live. What the victims had in common when everything was different in their lifetime.
That's the fact that, after his death, he had 'Japanese' engraved on his body. That was the only clue.
"Hihihi, I miss you. Surely the child was a student of the School of Magic. I separated your hands from your legs alive. This is another scream so ear to ear that I want to record it and put it down. And then I killed him two or three times the same way."
"Geez..."
What a terrible way to kill... Huh!
Angry emotions gushing. And it cooled in his head on his back, and he was badly calm.
"But it's strange, killer"
At this time, the killer had been exposed for a long time. That gives certainty to my derived speculation...
"Why did you inscribe 'Second Man' on that first-time killer?
"... ugh!
I silenced the murderer.
The petty killer also leaks out of the lips open to his mouth as to why he lost his words, as if he could not find the words to say.
I knew. Take this killer. I had a piece in my hand that would lead to everything.
Yes, my encounter with Arsh was unconsciously enlightening me. That possibility.
"You seem to have a lot to ask. But I don't have the kindness to answer one answer at a time. So I'll just tell you one thing, killer."
Walking stops. If I waved my sword, I would only put the killer at a distance that I could make in two, and I quietly connected the words that would lead to all the answers.
"- I'm the first one."
An unintentionally strong wind blew. The wind blows through the narrow alley from back to front like it scratches out my words.
The sound carried by the wind smashed the murderer's tympanic membrane small, and the murderer, who opened his eyes to a non-small impact, shook his mouth open on the third moon.
"Hi-huh, hi-ha-ha, hi-ha-ha, hi-ha-ha."
Open your mouth like crazy, the murderer's mad laugh rings in the city at night. A shadow of a broken spirit, hidden behind a tranced expression. A laugh like a broken doll that could only be said to be insane repainted the silence to madness.
Yes, it was the beginning of a frenzied feast.
The madness and cry of those who went mad, fell, and ceased to be men roared all over the town.
"" "Hyaaaaaaaa" "
Multiple overlapping sad shouts. It is the cry of the unspeakable. Screams are followed by numerous screams and destructive sounds. The sound of a building collapse echoes through the ground to the body.
A feast of frenzy that suddenly began.
The night that was in the tranquility changed as if it were a time of war.
"What did you do?"
It was too sudden to know what had happened. I was unconscious from the murderer and expanded my space into the city. Next to it, Luxeria turns to suspicion that the killer might have done something. But if you don't mind, the killer laughs loudly.
"... okay. If you're not willing to throw up, die here. Your sins are so heavy."
A new killing spirit has joined the scene. Thunderlight strikes the sword of Luxeria, which has become a ruthless eye for garbage.
I stopped talking instantly, trying to tell him not to flaunt me. Instead, he pulls Luxeria's arm, which he tries to slash, and flies back.
Luxeria, for a moment, had a flashing face, but she understood my intentions when she saw the roar that echoed shortly afterwards and the splashing debris.
"Hyahahahahahaha"
The end of an Imperial soldier wearing armor. One Imperial soldier, ruled by darkness and turned himself into a puppet whose will was eliminated, broke through the building and appeared before us.
"Let me pull this off once."
"So I thought I'd miss it."
A murderer who is distracted by debris dust and tries to escape. I instantly activate intermediate magic. A spear of fire intercepted a killer trying to jump on the roof.
But the magic is slashed off with a knife hidden by a flipped killer in the air, and only the remnants of the fire splash.
"In return."
A storm of wind activated by a murderer who whined about such a thing stirred a splash of fire and lit a pile of rubble. A fierce, windy firehand that burns up.
Vision is repainted red, and the figure of a killer is buried in it.
"I'll see you again"
At the end of that discarding dialogue, the figure of a killer, reflected in a black shadow on a flaming fire, could disappear as if it were a palatine flame.
"Damn, were you a bad guy...... Huh!
When I throw it away, I paint an image of water magic in my head for extinguishing the fire. I really want to go after the killer right now, but I can't leave the sparks scattered by myself. This is why fighting all over the city is so hard.
A troublesome opponent jumped out of the sea of fire when he spilled his stupidity inside like that.
"Hyahahahahahaha"
"Knock..."
A sword pulled out of his face receives a straight line of attack from the demon. But the system is poor and the power is not good.
- It pushes me off.
When I felt that way, my sword lightened. Luxeria, who understood my disadvantage, blew the demon's body from the side.
The demon clashed against the wall of the building, sprinkling blood from his belly. The impact causes the building to shake heavily, the windowsill to make a noise with Gashan, fragmenting the road and pouring it down.
Fragments create scars on the demon's body, but they also show no fine dust, such as how to shelter his body from pain, and glow his canine teeth.
"Damn, you're a demon again."
Starting with the Demon King, how many have we seen in the past year? I'm not some famous detective, but if you want to meet a demon first, you can't be called a demon maker.
"Husband, do you want to go after a killer?
"No, I've been totally escaped already. The space has been wiped out, and the city is too big to look for with a thousand eyes. Besides... it's better this way now."
I don't even know how many demons have emerged now that the space doesn't work. I don't even know how many people can fight the demon opponents, even if they are Imperial Capital, just the opponents who are not in pain and can't even kill them with a combined attack.
Now is the time to prioritize human life over killers.
"Let's do it, Luxeria. A demon hunt."
"" "Hyaaaaaaaa" "
A high and sad cry that makes you want to block your ears that spread throughout the town creates a pressing air. Situations that change from moment to moment. It was when the killer's frozen intent to kill disappeared and the temperature began to return to his body.
A wind with a scream on it pours down from heaven. We didn't forget that cry we heard once before. My body temperature, which started to return, cools rapidly and my whole body trembles with claws.
If you look around for help, you can't stop trembling at the cry that reminds you of the fear of death and the fear that imprints from your feet when you look at the body of a sea basin that has lost its life in an instant.
Hinata-kun...
I called in my heart the name of the boy who went after the killer.
I've already... broken my heart.
For the first time in this world, my classmate died. I was exposed to so much intent to kill that I was going crazy that I thought I would be killed. Whether your classmates were the ones you didn't like or as a result you were now alive, those are just trails in your major muscles.
Maybe it's my turn next.
I wasn't going to get back on my feet. I didn't think this world was such a horrible place. It took me years to create a fake self that all collapsed, that's what I felt.
In such fear, what came to mind was his appearance, which saved Haruki and my life twice in this world. I searched with my eyes even though I couldn't see him disappearing across the roof, and wandered my gaze as if it were stunning.
A scream for help rings all over the city. A voice begging for brave men begs for help.
But there was nothing we could do, the only brave men by name. Only the number of screams, the fear grew and I wasn't going to be able to go help or anything.
There were only high school students in this place anymore.
Let's get out of here.
Someone shrugged in a trembling voice. We could only tremble in that voice, and we would raise our faces and snort small to survive.
It was fast from there. Pull out the spring tree buried in the wall, carried by Kurata, who was the only boy. Kurata is a nasty guy, but he was still not the kind of guy to abandon people on this occasion. Was it because he was the one who was most shocked by the fact that the sea basin he was always with was murdered unharmed in front of him?
Bearing his own Spring Tree body, he ran out and his expression contained regrets, grief and numerous negative emotions.
None of us blamed him, just desperately ran through the city. There was no need for that, and everyone understood that it was stupid to rub it now.
I can only hear the child running the lead instructing me. Running toward the Imperial Castle, avoiding screaming for people's help and the screaming of demons.
If you see us like this, you must be disappointed in the teachers and the people of the city. But this is all we could do.
The demon showed up kicking through the building so he could blame us for running away like that. The cry of the demon who found us sounded like a cry for salvation from the brave.
"Huhhhhhhhh"
Don't run. Kill me. If you're a brave man, get me out of this misery.
I didn't feel so blamed.
The devil barks again at us for trying to turn our heels back.
Why run away ⁉ ⁉
I'm scared. I can't help it...
Kill me!
We can't... eh. I'm not ready for that.
Are you still a brave man?
We are qualified to be brave...! I'm just... I'm just a high school student...
The excuse to give my leg back is complicated in my mind.
Brave men have a lot to offer. No matter how strong you get, how brave you are, how many demons you fight, we are Japanese high school students who don't know how to fight. Nothing less or more.
Before we defeated the Demon King, before we fought the demons, before we had a sword, we became brave men without being prepared to fight.
Except for one.
"Kurata...... put it down. I'll kill that rotten demon."
"Haruki, you're awake! Oh, no, I messed up. What am I gonna say..."
"Just put it down. Somehow I knew what was going on."
Without even keeping an eye on Kurata and others who apologize over their backs, Haruki captures the demon man in the front and keeps an eye on him.
"Eh. I thought you broke it."
Haruki stood on his own feet. In support of his right leg, he stood on the ground, sheltering his broken left.
"Haruki, I can't do it with that body. Yes, now... I just have to run... eh"
"You can't run away. This."
Haruki, who should have suffered the most serious illness on this occasion and not been able to grasp the situation, was reluctantly calm. It looked so cold. The face was rugged, eating up his teeth, as if to blame himself.
"I'll take care of it."
"... ugh! is, Haruki,... you're not going to die...? Something's wrong..."
I was not surprised why Haruki could say such a thing. I wondered if it was a way to win.
"I don't know if I should die."
But Haruki shrugs like it's nothing.
"... why...?
I don't know. In a world suddenly abducted, in a world completely different from where we are supposed to live...
"Why can you throw your life away so easily!
Why do you stand as a brave man only when you've always missed your training?
"Let's not be brave anymore! We didn't deserve that! So together..."
Even if Haruki behaved correctly and bravely, I don't care about that anymore.
I don't want you to die. I don't want my friends from a very young age to be like this.
I kept my heart scream in my mouth. Give up what you can't do and try to escape with me.
But Haruki was already ready. I'm sure when only Spring Tree became a brave man in this world, he decided to fight.
I knew one day these days would come.
"I don't... run away"
It was a strong word. Even though his body is already worn out, his opponent is a monster, but he's not lost in Spring Tree's words.
"Why..."
Why is life thrown away without hesitation?
What drives Spring Tree that far?
How can you be a brave man?
Complex intertwined questions were aggregated into that one word.
Haruki answers without even turning around.
"It's not because you're a brave man or anything. It's just... I can't keep my promise to Ridge if I run away here. Protect the knit. This is the only thing that can't be broken if you're dead."
Promise to Ridge Himself......?
Protect me?
Is Haruki dying?
At this time, the back of the spring tree in my eyes seemed to have chains wrapped around it.
"Stop! Haruki, I don't want you doing that!
I would have screamed if I had noticed. I didn't mind the demon man approaching for a moment, stopping and pulling back Haruki.
"It doesn't matter what it feels like to be in a knit. This is a man's promise."
Haruki grabs my arm trying to pull my hand away. And I cling desperately to the spring tree trying to pull it off forcefully. If you let go now, Haruki will die. I definitely wanted to avoid that.
No matter how horrible, no matter how trembling, I never wanted to see another loved one die or anything like that again.
"Hey, why are you so brave when you're always in the habit of freaking out at the heart of things! Just get the fuck off me!
"I'll never let you go! I... I don't want to lose my precious childhood habit again!
Haruki panicking at the impending demon and me desperately making my thoughts into words with a cry. It was like a picture of a quarrel, but the voices around stopping that quarrel were imminent and could not afford it.
"Knit it, seriously, let go! Shit!"
"Then come with me! Live with me! You're going to start us anew.
to us rubbing together like that,
"Huhhhhhhhh"
A demon with a torn mouth jumped at me.
The city is on fire.
All over the place, the firehand was rising, and the city's buildings were rubbled or something. I knew exactly what the city looked like from Imperial Castle.
Something is happening.
A noisy city was screaming and screaming as if it were asking for help.
"What the fuck!
"Ha! It looks like a demon has now appeared in the city. There have been reports of soldiers on patrol engaged with demons."
Zebrato, who received a soldier's report, looked out the window with a rugged face. The firehands rise innumerable and there is intense fighting throughout the city at a glance.
He, as emperor, flies instructions to the soldiers when he waves bah.
"Take the whole army to suppress the situation, and wake up whoever sleeps."
"Ha-ha-ha."
The soldiers, who responded briefly to the Emperor's instructions, move out in haste. In that, it was Maresia who slowly walked over to Sebrato.
"Are you going?
With anxiety in his eyes, Maresia asks Zebrato to gear up, knowing in vain.
"You can't leave the people alone. That's what I do as emperor."
"Yeah. But please be careful. Something is wrong with this country these days. This time too. I was wondering if someone had set it up intentionally."
…………
Zebrato stopped his hand for a moment on Marecia's words. As I conceived something behind my eyes, when I geared up silently, I told him I was going to Maresia for a word and he jumped out the window of Imperial Castle.
"You don't change what you're doing."
Maresia stared nostalgically at Zebrato's back as he ran out the window into the city.
I have heard the cry of the Terminator many times. Every time, my anger swells that I don't know where to hit it.
"Huh......"
This is the ninth time. Demons shattered and exhausted like ashes. The most efficient, brutal way to kill. Still, to keep the tragedy under control, I prioritized efficiency and I kept taking their lives.
Flying screams. I kept responding to the brave man's cry for help.
I'm not a brave man. But I have the power to save people now. You can spare yourself your sins later. I've been a murderer since I was born in this world.
"Demon Blast"
Super compressed magic ashed another demon. Praise is sent from around. With that in my ear, I feel itchy, but I walk through the city again.
I can't do this.
A brave man can't.
I can't stand them for coming alive in warm reality.
I felt that way in the process of killing a demon. Because if you don't force me to turn it into anger and delude me, I've been so tight that even I've lived in this world that I'm going to figure it out.
"Hey, why are you so brave when you're always in the habit of freaking out at the heart of things! Just get the fuck off me!
"I'll never let you go! I... I don't want to lose my precious childhood habit again!
And I heard him screaming unexpectedly. Turning unexpectedly to his familiar voice, he saw Haruki and Rutsuki in the distance. Two people rubbing together somehow in the middle of a crossroads.
What are you doing at a time like this, sending a frightened gaze, makes the clouds suspicious.
"Knitting, seriously, let go of me, it sucks!
"Then come with me and live with me! You're going to start us anew.
I turned my eyes in front of them with clairvoyance to Haruki's incisive voice, and I thought my spine would freeze.
It was the demon who was before them. It's already too late when I realize that. Less than a second later, the demon hand of the demon was about to strike both of us.
Running my legs in agony...
- I can't make it...!
"Nah, nah, nah."
At that time, a shadow broke in between the two and the devil. A dark-haired young man sheltered the two, desperate with sweat. But the resistance was vain, and he was gently blown away, and both of them sheltered on his back, at the end of the crossroads, rolled in a gobble.
Nice cover.
I don't remember who it was... well done! Now we can make it.
That's what I thought, and I started gathering magic for the Demon Bomb. And instantly approaching.
"I fight too! You can't just leave Spring Tree!
... tried, I stopped my leg.
My heart went out of my way. My mind, which I should have organized, regains its temper.
What are you talking about, that guy...
"Knits, don't! I'll do it! You guys need to run away."
"What can Haruki do now? ⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉\82 So I fight too! Now, if you don't fight, I can't forgive you!
Oh... you know what... fuck you.
Are those guys starting to change already...
"Stop it, knitwear."
Shaking off the halt to Haruki, Ruzuki headed towards the demon. That speed is slow, and from me and the demons, it's a childlike move. What I see is the appearance of the moon being mutilated after a moment. Visioning it, Spring Tree as well as the other brave men urged him to stop it again. But the voice does not reach her and tries to challenge the demon by eating his teeth off the habit of crying.
Now it's time for me to move in front of the demon. And...
"Demon Blast"
On the basis of a blow, he buried the demon. The aftermath of the explosion cuts the ground and puts a big hole in the wall of the building. The body of a demon, as fine as Chile, was carried by the still unstoppable wind of frenzy and disappeared.
"Hi, Hinata-kun?
Luna stares at me to make sure of my back. It also looks like the brain hasn't caught up after a moment of events. It awaited my words in the same way as the others.
I looked back slowly, looking for words to speak.
"Was it still Hinata..."
His back slipped and his reassuring face even looked like he was crying somewhere.
"I really don't think this time..."
"Already..."
A word that came out so that it could be worded like the words of the moon. That's a word I was wondering if I'd say. Hesitation, but separates words.
But something kept moving my mouth.
"... go home now"
"What...?
It was a terribly clumsy word. I would have liked to have said something different, but coming out of my mouth was a word to go home.
"This is... this world is not where you guys should be. Go back to your old world."
... I wonder what I'm saying.
If this world stains me, I won't be able to return to Japan. Because I am. That's what I should have wanted to tell you, but the feeling of not wanting to reveal a secret mixed with the feeling of not wanting you to be here, and I went out of my mouth in cold words telling you to go home.
When I struck one of those lousy tongues at myself, I walked away from the spot.
The brave men who were left did not but stand up. My bad words could have been passed on to them in a completely different way.
as rejection from different worlds.
It sounded like we were too pitiful to be rejected by the locals... maybe.
"Damn......"