Hitsugi no Maou

A sword of waved regression ripped Ash's hips vertically (freshly).

Red blood line that runs between the brows and reaches the tip of the nose. Ado raises his beastly voice with passion.

But Euk, and the slashed Ash himself, were silent with their eyes round.

Yuk leaves his blow behind and shallow his opponent. To the fact that Ash could have avoided death on his own. Each one startled me, and I lost my voice.

Euk returns his sword with his eyes round, swinging it aside. Ash receives the blade with an iron sword. Though he loses his strength and gets knocked down to the ground, this time he didn't even hit the blade tip on Ash.

Stand up with your sword in place of your cane as Ash spits out the dripping blood on his cheeks.

"... na..."

In front of Yuk and Ado, who were opening their mouths pompously, Ash hissed and shook his cheeks.

"What... more than I thought... seems like I could handle it, maybe..."

"Phew...!

Yuk's face, in an instant, becomes like a ghost. But Ash, on the contrary, looked back at the boy in front of him with a sober look, pulling his sword out of the ground.

Ash's hand sticks the iron blade tip out to Yuk in an unmade fashion. Yuk instantly struck it off, but his upper body floated about it and his right leg floated.

Oh well. This is the guy called 'Suki'.

Ash stared at the enemy in front of him, even feeling the pain between his eyebrows somewhere far away, and burst into him every next moment of his body.

Ash is an amateur of swords. Without strength, there is no talent for contention. Nonetheless, Yuk ate Ash's body decently and blew it off easily behind his back.

In front of Ash, who puts his knees and hands on the ground, Yuk rolls down the ground and eventually this (is) sometime in the same position as Ash. Its eyes swell wide as' stupid '.

"This woman! Are you stepping on the number of places as an amateur?!? Oh, I can't believe you made me soil..."

"Don't be silly! I've never even had a fight with anyone!

Ash rises and shakes the iron sword to Euk. Yuk rolling further down and dodging the blade to be poked down screamed briefly the moment he tried to get up off the ground.

I see a slightly white one from the strand of my arm on the ground.

Ash stood up quickly and screamed.

"You're hurt badly, you're just as weak as a dying bat! I was just wondering if you could stick your ads in the back, hang on - you're so weak you can't fight each other anymore!

"What...!

"It's like one little girl is clutching at you, but you can beat the dust!!

Yuk takes Ash's sword, which is waved down with temper, with the sword of regression. But Yuk cannot remove the sword that is pressed with all his strength and weight. And Yuk, who stood on his knees on the ground with both feet, was leaning.

The legendary warrior's legacy, the Devil's Sword, meets the crude Iron Sword and the Sword.

Ash wields her temper as she wets herself all over her face with blood and the tears she was only shed with.

"I won't let this war have any more hands on me! I'm not the only one who's ever picked on you. Everybody's gonna kill you! Every scratch on that body will destroy you!

"Don't get on with it! Little girl YEAH!!

"I will never draw this sword!!

Between Yuk's eyebrows, where his throat (throat) continued to exhale just ripped, the iron blade tip began to bury with a bump and peel.