"If you can still stand, stand up again"
In the middle of the arena, one swordsman whines small.
A man who is hailed as the most powerful swordsman of the Sardis continent and also known as the patron saint here at Bright Arch.
Greedy, just a monster who sought strength and fought for years, decades, hundreds of years.
The underlying thirst was about to be fulfilled now.
'No, I can't do interpersonal in my style. I'll take it to the right level.'
Once, a man who kept avoiding battles with such words, as if to humble himself, to flush lightly.
Every time he heard it, Shun was stirring and accumulating strange emotions that were hard to describe in his heart.
In the game age, a man who belongs to the same team and boasts a status that compares to himself.
I have asked him many times to come to the stage of a battle that uses a little higher dimension, mutual thoughts, tactics and readings.
But he didn't shake his head vertically in the end.
thirsty. The man, duel with Caivon.
But you can never be satisfied with being forced to invite and defeat Caivon, who is unfamiliar with the world of interpersonal.
I gave up half of it. Because the style of play is different from how you enjoy the game.
But they still have 'certain doubts' around them and talk about it.
"Master chatter swordsman with most victories in interpersonal arenas" and "Wandering Demon King who continues to attack all areas with a single story weapon".
of both players, spoken of as two insane people. 'Which is stronger?'.
Such a question, the topic was also relaxed and said, "Shun, right? If you fight, you won't beat me, 'laughs Caivon.
In fact, Shun, who is immersed in the game center in the real world and is incisive with Kushi about "Dahlia," who likewise loves fighting games, would be much stronger.
But he knew because he was on the same team, because he was fighting right around the corner, and because he was with us for a long time.
the unusual obsession of Caivon's "Yoshijo" and his greed for victory.
If you turn that thirst for victory, towards yourself, towards the interpersonal world.
Spend your days dreaming about it, Shun.
And a waiting man who finally appeared before his eyes when he was flown to another world and spent hundreds of years strengthening himself.
The man in front of you, the one you've been waiting for, has exactly the reason to fight now, standing in front of him.
Unlike myself (Shun), I guess this person stands here for various thoughts and reasons.
There was only a slight dissatisfaction with him, who was prepared to wield power for such others.
But still, I speak with all my soul.
'Stand up again'.
If it's the amount of knowledge, Shun thinks it's mutual if it's the amount of knowledge in the game age.
That is true and, rather, if you include the fact that you know all the fine data required by interpersonal, that amount of knowledge outweighs Kyvon as well.
And the difference in time spent coming to this world and fighting is open to despair.
Founding, war, guardianship.
There is no one here who doubts his strength after hundreds of years of fighting in the presence of three milestones.
Yes, no one anywhere doubts Shun's strength. The person standing in front of him, even Caivon.
But - 'a man who doubts Shun's victory' existed.
Who's that?
You put a tremendous amount of trust in Caivon and know more about its prowess than anyone else? No.
Is that Reyce who cut his own destiny open and had himself break the tangled wedge? No.
Or is it Shun who doesn't believe himself somewhere in his heart? No.
Are these the warriors who belong to the country watching the battle we're in? No.
Everyone was even beginning to acknowledge that Shun's victory was no longer like being decided, even Lue and Reyce.
But...
Just one.
There were people on this occasion who knew Kaivon deeper, deeper and deeper than anyone, than Lue, more than Leis, and more than Shun.
That person was the one who assumed the worst and expected a more terrible end than defeat.
It is one elf who has visioned Shun's death and is still paying close attention and staring at this occasion.
A man who has walked with me since I was a young child and has seen me nearby as a friend.
He, no, she was the only one on this scene who clearly expected Shun's defeat.
She - only Dahlia.
"That's not Caivon! It's Yoshiki, you don't know, it's Yoshiki I know!!!!!
The alarm rings in my brain. No, no, no, no, no.
Is that Caivon? It's just such a 'polar part of him'.
He's twisted, he's a little bit of a bad character, but he can move for his people. I don't hate him.
I don't know... It's just a very big part of Yoshijo Renshida.
I remember that look filled with madness, which I showed only for a moment that night.
"Hey, where is he like that? Don't kill me. You kill me normally, right? If murder isn't a crime of retribution, I'll kill anyone. No, even if it's a sin, you don't care about the outside world, you eat them up with your instincts, do you?
I guess this means we have to keep our promises.
I give up and activate the procedure for the two of us next door.
Forced, it sends an electrical signal to both of us that takes away control of the body, causing its eyes to close.
Two people raise their voices of surprise and confusion. But I didn't have the strength to flatter it anymore.
Just be quiet, call the soldier who was nearest me, and I'll...
What does it mean to grow up?
Growing up? To end sexual intercourse? Being a sociopath? Getting married? Being a parent?
Being able to take responsibility for yourself? To be able to control yourself with reason?
Remember patience? To be able to love people for free? To be recognized by the person you thought you were an adult?
That you can feed yourself with your own money? To be able to look back on your old self?
Raise the knee you've got on, again.
Stand up slowly, with strength in the sword you gripped with both hands.
"... in my case... you've been able to reconcile your emotions."
In a few moments, this physical condition will gradually disappear.
... Oh, you did. That's right, because any world - it's resilience, not aggression - that upsets the balance of battle.
"Not yet. I'm alive and you're alive. It's not over yet."
"Oh, it's not over. I'm gonna finish this now."
Anger, hate, jealousy, thirst.
To take the victory in this fight away from a man who's going to be stronger than me.
I will stop you from being an adult. I'll do whatever it takes to get myself through.
So... just a little bit, to the heart of the child...
"Finish it now! Come on, Shun!
"You should let him breathe. This guy's still gonna do it."
"Exactly"
If it reaches you again.
I'll give you as much of this stuff as you want.
It's no longer a sword, it wields a sword like a blunt instrument.
Naturally, the grip is also sweet. A blow is played and the sword is retrieved.
The tip is cut off from the right wrist.
And - set off the flames against the blown wrists and wipe them out.
At that moment, the tip of the hand, which should be gone, begins to play from the cutting surface.
If the area disappears, will it be regenerated anew? Truly no falsehood in the name of 'Extreme Enhancement'.
"... try to kill me"
"You... are you really human?
I rush over, and now I lean my neck slightly over the blade trying to drop this neck.
The fact that the dodging was only carried out to such an extent that it did not interfere with the movement gives this one a fatal wound of being slit through the neck to the half.
That's supposed to be "Wounds to Life". But this one immediately blocks the way to get there.
Then that's it. If you don't die in one blow anymore, that's fine.
You thought this one would stop your leg, you can't handle this one that doesn't look at the neck wound as it is, and you can finally touch that body.
Yes, in time. If this distance the fist reaches.
If you can hold onto that body hard.
Dark emotions, disloyal joy, gush across the walls of reason.
Finally, finally. Gotcha. You do exist now in this hand. Are you going to let go now?
"... Dear Swordsman... Hate me, I don't have to have a chance to wave my sword..."
"Shit! Out of the way!
The blade swings to sever Shun's right arm, which grabbed her shoulder.
but you can't possibly amputate this body like a blade wielded without momentum at such a distance.
And with more resilience than the wound I've received, this arm is still the same, and I keep grabbing that little shoulder strong, strong, strong and strong.
"Aaaaaaaa!!!
A grabbed thumb enters the shoulder joint so as to force it into a narrow area.
No, you're not wearing protective gear. I've been tying up gear like a road suit for a long time.
Tear the costume apart, tear the skin, pierce the flesh and go to the bones.
"If it was an opportunity to wield violence, it would have been as many. I'm gonna drag you down my mound."
After all, I learn that the high status can act on the body's sturdiness, or it can't do more serious damage than remove the joints in the left arm and tear the muscles apart a little.
I guess it hurts pretty bad. Blades that are shaken by bullshit and repeatedly tried to pierce their flanks.
And it would be the effect of a weapon. Numerous unseen slashes hurt this face, arms, and stomach.
Still, I won't let you go. This is no longer such a classy thing as a one-handed hit, a swordsmanship, or an attempt to achieve something noble.
"Come on...... let go!
Finally, Shun, who understood that just waving the sword couldn't shake this one off, stowed the sword once and reached for this neck with his left right arm.
That palm was stretched out with her eyes wide to hold her neck down easily.
At that moment, gently bend the knee and shift the neck position downward.
Then, Shun's thumb and index finger are exposed in front of this eye.
And bite it off.
"Guh! Oh, my God!
The flesh of the long-suffering man is terribly unsavory. I can't wait to see that feeling in my mouth right now, which is too familiar.
Immediately throwing up and staring back at Shun, who has finally escaped this time.
Hey, fun, huh? This is already killing each other. You don't have to swing your sword around elegantly.
You're just like me, aren't you? You've never had a struggle before, have you?
You haven't even polished your moves for hundreds of years, you know, and you haven't been taking each other's lives, fighting critical battles for hundreds of years, have you?
I mean...
"Look, you can't hold the sword satisfactorily anymore, can you?
"... so what's up"
"Then - you and me - then the 'number of places' without the sword is different"
If I had a chance to hit him, it would have been as much.
I've hardly had a chance to encounter any knife wounds in that peaceful world.
Otherwise, violence is hidden in plain sight.
So I'm just going to go home to my childhood.
I can't face the world without looking over there, I'm going back to being a real scumbag.
"Third round. Now we kill each other without rules."
"Dear Daria! Already ready ready ready for the chanting demon guide of the Magic Legion. Untie me."
"I don't remember giving that order. And what about the instructions to the royalty?"
"What a long time! Master Shun tells you to miss the crisis in our country!
"... I won't say it again. Gather the royalty to the castle. It's over."
The people around us don't understand.
That's not how this one can exist anymore.
I should have ended it. He should have cut the battle while he was trying so hard to 'fit the circumstances'.
It's late now. It's totally Ada who called so many people on this occasion.
What's happening on stage is no longer a battle or anything, but a real kill.
The place is the place, I won't let you die as long as I'm here - but can you say this is already too miserable to discredit the country?
"... I would have known. I thought this might happen when you weren't on this side."
Even if I try to hold the sword again, I remove it every time I wave, perhaps with a fatal injury to my hand.
And Caivon was, too, outrageous, cowardly, despicable.
Oh, yeah. That's who you are. It's a monster that will never admit that someone will stand over you, and easily throw away additions, subtractions, morality, regrets and regrets.
Probably dark magic. Exercise that in the form of a sword, plainly saying to yourself it is a bare hand battle.
Can you watch or something like this? But I guess it's my punishment to see this through.
"... Dahlia, what's going on? If you can't let me open my eyes, at least tell me. Kai, I wonder if you're safe."
"... oh, I'm fine. And it's almost over."
"It ends...... what does that mean? Return your physical freedom."
"That guy says no. This is a wish that Caivon entrusted to me. That's not all I can do."
You won't want to be seen. How can you not feel so ugly, so evil, so outrageous, so humane?
Oh, I suppose so. He's grown up.
He did become an 'adult' when his student life ended, he was released from a troublesome relationship, and he learned to live like himself.
But only I know. (d) I know because I'm the one you dated in the year. He said that his personality was not as simple as it would change to such an extent that he became such an 'adult'.
I know, what kind of person he is, what kind of heart he lives in hiding.
I'm the only one who knows. But Shun only knows him when he's grown up.
And I'm the only one who can imagine the worst he's ever seen when he quit being an 'adult'.
Cruel, relentless and cunning, wielding power as one desires without anyone understanding.
A cruelty that leads me to suspect that you're really the same person, a person of the same age, with missing human emotions.
He does not choose the means, and if he is a regular person, he performs flat acts that do not lurk his eyebrows and try to break his opponent with joy.
Oh, my God.
"... I have to die. Cheap, huh? It's only about the world of games, Yoshiki..."
If the chisel is loaded, it becomes a mountain. Wear a rain stone. Pass the rock once and for all.
To describe it with such a proverb is too much.
You're supposed to be a hatred that's supposed to sprinkle your life without being able to accomplish it, that guy.
What is that power? Why does the wound heal? In the first place - you, you're clearly moving better than when you started fighting.
It's not growth, it's learning, that sort of thing.
More fundamentally, in a tangible way, 'it's as if your status is rising'.
There was movement on the battlefield.
Finally, a man who shouldn't have fallen was on his knees.
Blood all over his face. Whether both arms are already dysfunctional or droop according to gravity.
In that way, every human being on this scene is speechless.
But... to the sight I was about to play in front of you right now, I finally...
He broke the line and ran to the center where his obsession swirled.
"Caivon... it's over, ours, we lose"
"... No, you're still alive, Koz"
"Huh! Yoshiki! This wasn't supposed to be a kill!
"... Oh, speaking of which, did I?
With his open eyes, he even smiles and remembers the look on his friend's face as if he had been poured cold water into his heart.
It was a failure. Yeah, we shouldn't have cornered him.
At a time when we couldn't finish at the beginning of the battle, this was the end.
Then Caivon makes things disappear, like black lizards, that he's been growing from that arm ever since.
Yes, I was already pushing that tip on Shun's brain, which I can't move, and I was just about to stab a stop right now, this guy.
"... I am now letting the royal castle gather royalty. So fulfill your true self."
"... uh... well, wait a minute. Still, uh, what?"
At the next moment, drop your head and knees in front of Shun, who is speechless, making your face the same height.
I breathe relief that he put the spear away that he was really done with this, as if he were about to talk to me face to face.
But the next moment...
"I haven't heard the word of defeat from this guy's mouth yet. See?"
Grab Shun's hair and force him up.
It seems as if you recognize that the movement is still an enemy that should kill the person in front of you, without any care for the other person.
I'm about to get my hands on this one, too.
But - I've already broken the line. That means - there's nothing more to tie him to.
Therefore, I was unable to do anything to this inexperienced, overly powerful friend.
"Hey, admit it. You, you lost to me. He didn't admit the mistakes of the past, and thus defeated me, his legacy."
"... this, the monster"
"You're probably too. And this country is probably too. Don't give a shit what we're going to do. You're already becoming my enemy. You know what that means?
... one hair at a time, I guess.
If this guy didn't entrust his wishes that night.
If I had already chosen 'Even the two beloved ones truncated, Shura and the way to fall'.
I'm sure, me and Shun had a worse ending than they have now.
But Caivon did say now that he was' becoming an enemy '. He told me.
He told us he still had a bud and he gave us a chance.
I'm sorry, and at the same time, I appreciate it, but at the same time, I regret it.
I feel like we've been denied everything, and I feel like all this effort has been ruined, and I don't know anything anymore, and I just...
"Why are you crying?"
"Don't be ridiculous, you idiot."
I'm glad no one died, but I'm sorry I could only prepare a stage like this.
I thought maybe if I sticked a little bit more, if I had stepped into the dirtier part, I would have gotten it.
I should have known better. Not Kaivon, this man... for some reason, this man who is devoting himself to this country more than me...
"... we're heading to the castle now. I kept my promise. Those two didn't see anything."
"... oh, thank you so much"
The rushing sound approaches.
Looking back, there was Lue and Lace, who had been killing each other until now, and the three humans who had made them do it, who just sat on the ground and felt an anomaly in letting out strange air.
"I... hate you, Caivon"
"... right"
"Why did I lose? We've got a stage to win."
"... Caivon definitely lost. But you couldn't beat me. That's what I'm saying."
"... I don't know why."
I think I may have understood the meaning of the word.
You think this guy, being an adult, no, he lost as a Caivon at a stage that kept Lue and Reis away from himself, even temporarily.
... That's not it. That cruelty, the fact that you stopped being an adult, that you should repel, is definitely you, too, Caivon.
And the very fact that you entrusted that wish to me is proof that you've grown up.
Because adults are... 'wanting to dress' creatures.
The two of them rush over. Break this unusual air.
Yeah, well, then we'll pull ourselves out. I still can't move. Apply healing to Shun and lift his shoulder.
"That's heavy. Enough with you."
"I guess..."
"Maybe you've got a lot to keep quiet about me."
"... I guess so"
"I'm sure he's too heavy to answer now to ask"
"... I don't know"
Hey, Kyvon.
If today is the day that changed this country.
Please, can you change this for me?
One day, me and this guy were supposed to be close, but it looks like they were staring at a different place.
Again, will you let me look in the same direction again?
Now that I've fulfilled your wish... can you fulfill my wish too?
"... Oh, my God"
A voice of relief, a voice of joy, a word of labor can be heard leaking from the three behind.
Hearing it, we quietly stepped off the stage, ordering the soldiers around us to pull it off, and to prepare ourselves to make our return to the king's capital.