Hitsugi no Maou

Naturally, spears and swords have a different range of attack.

Sabitoga's spear reached his opponent's face faster than the sword of the sworn enemy, burying the blade saggily between his nose and his right eye. Not even while the opponent screams, screw the spear in with the running momentum intact and destroy the facial bone. A man who collapses after spilling blood, bone pieces and eyeballs from his orbit (cancer). Sabitoga pulled out her spear as she heard another footstep approaching further, jumping between the trees and looking for a place to descend more moonlight.

The voice for help is still running around there, and there is no sign of coming towards Sabitoga. It was more sensible for Sabitoga to go to a prominent spot and draw the enemy's attention than to chase and rendezvous.

Go, go, go, go. Buna Forest. But when he ran another hundred steps, the tree stood slightly open and went out into a leafy square where thick columns of moonlight descended.

Sabitoga rubbed his right leg in the middle of the square and turned, wrapping up the fallen leaves, killing the momentum of the disease as he flipped his cloak. Turn the spear as you stand in the moonlight and set the blade toward the tree stand that you have just run to.

The enemy immediately jumped out of the shade of the Buna (thanks to this). Three men in uniform clothes and armor. Wearing a number of bracelets and necklaces wet (unclean) in yet to dry returning blood, lowering many swords to their hips, or to their fathers carrying them, Sabitoga quickly identified himself as a wild thief.

I don't know if they are full-time bandits, or broken hearts in the process of challenging the Island of Demons, and a corrupt adventurer collapse by forgetting their first intentions, but in any case, we can no longer let them live alone with this.

Those who attack other Seekers who can be valuable collaborators must be eliminated from attacking the Devil's Island. Sabitoga waited for the three burglars to turn their blades on herself and cut them without words before swinging the spear wide using her entire body.

The bandits, all equipped with swords, stop attacking enemies who wield longer scores than they do, jump away, and cross swords in front of them. In front of them aiming for a gap (suki) in the attack, or in a defensive position, Sabitoga turns the spear as it twists, replaces the handles, and makes the blade dance in the air in various orbits.

By sliding (rinsing) your fingers over a long pattern (eh) and changing the distance between the tip (hose) and the handles cleverly (this way), the spear spacing changes a thousand times. The blade trajectory swells like a snake, shrinking and stretching, changing direction -

The motion of the "line" that was going through the space is suddenly transformed into a piercing "dot".

Through the sukima of the two crossed swords, the tip of the spear slammed the throat (throat) of one of the bandits. "Ah!" he said in front of the other two raising his voice, the spear being pulled out of his throat (throat) and back into the 'line' movement as he drew the line of blood. One of the bandits threw up blood and fell to the ground (f), staring at a spear that made a sound.

"Son of a bitch!

The bandits who were defeated in an instant attacked Sabitoga by altering his blood phase and unlocking his defenses. But a finger holding the sword, a foot stepping in in time, takes the eartips of a dancing spear one after the other to fly blood.

It's not the same technique that you pay off with a pattern in your hands. An attack that accurately captures the distance from the enemy, adjusts the orbit of the tip to match it, and only a sharp blade is calculated to pass through the enemy's body.

The fingers that flow freely over the pattern of the spear are like those of an instrumental player (so to speak). In fact, spears flowing through the air gaining momentum over time began to sound like a screaming, high whistle from the mouth of a Reaper sculpture.

There is a black hole in the mouth of a slightly open reaper. The air that flows from the groove of the sculpture into the mouth of the Reaper rushes around the inside of the spear and resonates with it.

Sabitoga never leaves the bandits, who chase them desperately while their bodies are torn apart, and steps are taken. The bandits whose fingers fall off, their ears ripped off, and long lines of blood drawn to their faces and limbs (marks).

One of them happened to wave his sword, forcefully breaking through the spear movement and trying to drop Sabitoga's neck. Without thinking, he waves down his sword at the mercy of his strength, his thick arms - Sabitoga turns in the middle of it, launching a targeted blow from the bottom.

Reaper's mouth, no! and made a sharp (so) toothpick sound. At the end of the line of blood drawn by the spears paid, the arms of the bandits are lifted up over the sky, white-lighted by the moonlight….

The bottom of the spear, 'Ishizuki', is slammed into the mouth of a screaming bandit without forgiveness. The sound of broken teeth and broken bones. A screaming burglar blows backwards.

The last remaining burglar sat back covering his ripped right leg shin to his companion, who would remain ticklish and motionless. An arm that was cut off on its head fell, hitting it and sprinkling blood, jumping (ha) into the fallen leaves.

Sabitoga slowly turns the spear, exhaling deeply, huh. A bandit pointed at his tip told him to groan as he removed his sword from his right hand, where only three fingers had disappeared.

"Surrender... is that an ant...?

Sabitoga held the spear with her left hand intact, pointing to the pirate's neck with her right hand. Countless blood-coated necklaces that tease each other - fingers show a large silver floral pendant with a strong shine.

Star-shaped silver plates were inserted in the center of the four open flower petals, where two rows of official letters were carved.

"Wish me well on my journey. To my beloved daughter (Manamu Suggested) Muti '

... a moonlighted forehead from overhead is sinking the eye area of Sabitoga into the shadows (by the way).

A ceramic chin bone breathed toward the burglar as he sat on the ground.

"Perhaps a thief."

At the next moment, Sabitoga slammed her right hand hard against the stone bump of a spear that was pointing at the bandit who was trying to pick up the sword. The tip pierces the right eye of the bandit, and the scream echoes. Sabitoga holds the spear with both hands and does not swing it behind her back with full force. The blade traverses the burglar's eyebrow (Miken), tearing even the remaining left eye apart, and finally pops through the temples and out into the air.

When the spear, scattered with fine bloodshed and tearing moonlight, rested over Sabitoga's head, behind it the burglar made a noise and slammed.

The woods, quiet again. Sabitoga continued to spear into the moonlight as she felt the heartbeat (how) of her heart, which had quickened in the battle, subsided slightly.

... where have you been? Why are you keeping quiet?

A voice crying for help was disappearing. Someone, a voice calling someone, was nowhere in the woods now.

No way. No more.

Before rustling his ears with fear, eventually there were no footsteps, and a shadow appeared from a tree stand.

Sabitoga exhales, slowly narrowing her eyes. That was half a relief (mostly) and half a sigh of disappointment.

What showed up was an old man as huge as a bear, with a blonde man dressed in bright blue armor (okay) hanging in one hand.

The old man, who used dozens and dozens of thick branches of bunna to carry out his temples, is large both vertically (freshly) and horizontally, with his hands and feet fumbled up as if he were a whole too. As much as the other bandits pulled him out and had a big body, he also seemed to have difficulty wearing the clothes and armor of others he had acquired, lumpily wrapping necklaces and belts around each other over his body that was almost full.

The blonde man, caught by the old man, is rattling his cocky teeth at the ground with his face that appears to have been beaten and swollen (ha). The voice for help must have been his.

Slowly loosen the face of the old man running wrinkles and blood vessels into the rust gah where the spear rests in the front. Yellow but not a single tooth fell out made a chirping noise.

"Ku...... come fu"

The old man continued laughing at Sabitoga with a slight crease between his eyebrows.

"Boo Kensha, come fu...... no, no"

A blonde man is thrown out of the old man's hand. Ugh, and the old man, who groans at him and approaches Sabitoga, pulls out three or four swords in both hands from the countless sheaths (sayings) he bears, and snaps between his fingers.

An old man spreading multiple swords and laughing like a nail. Sabitoga, holding the spear, matched the name he had given the old man's mouth with his memory.

Shortly after landing on the Island of Demons, the names and qualities of the various predecessors we saw at the entrance to the forest.

Among them was the name of adventurer Kurnov, soon after the name of explorer Hungryn Old.

"Adventurer Kronov in a row. By virtue of the life of the great Duchess of Prophet, we are sent by the Duchy of Prophet."

Sabitoga stirred his teeth behind the ceramic chin bone and raised a huge, ugly mass of meat in front of him.

"Unlike Hungry Old - I hear you couldn't get through the woods, Lord Kronov"

"Huh?

Kurnov, an old man who opens his mouth wide and blinks his eyes like he has no sense of intelligence.

In an undisclosed land, Sabitoga closed her eyes only for a moment to the pioneer, who must have forgotten both her aspirations (corn) and her husband's life (mesh) - shortly afterwards, with the temper of tearing (raging), she stuck out the spear.