Hitsugi no Maou

The tip is buried in the meat. Kurnov's chest, in the position of the heart, is sucked straight in.

I thought I took it. A single blow struck the steeple. Let's keep stabbing him in the back at once, that was the moment I thought about it.

The blade that tore the skin and flesh fell into the chisel and something, and stopped. On the face of Sabitoga, which opens his eyes, a thick branch of bunna looms.

Kurnov, laughing as he did, kicked Sabitoga in the face with a big hiccup. Last night, a shock very different from when a bear's twisted round stone struck directly hits Sabitoga.

Desperately returning the spinning eyeball, his back was then buried in the fallen leaves. Zaza, and the decaying (ku) leaves that rise with sound. Beyond them, which cut the moonlight thinly, I saw the Kurnov giant.

There is a white bone peeking in from where the spear was penetrated. It was a rib (rococci) that came off the sternum and had a tip tucked like a fang.

Right above the heart, at the tip of the rib. It's also two ribs teasing each other like the roots of a tree, sticking out into two strands like a fork.

It is not a normal human skeleton. Sabitoga turned her body in the fallen leaves and rose her spear to her right hand again.

Kurnov jumps. With three swords on his right hand, he comes down from the top of his head.

Shake a sword pattern (eh) made to grip with five fingers in between just two fingers. Contrary to the common sense of the sword, the extreme of the evil way. I'm afraid I don't have enough naive skills.

Kurnov's fingers in Sabitoga's eyes were all fractured and swollen. Covered (oh) by an unobtrusive flesh tumor (kobu), the joints bent in an unusual direction. I swung, bone.

Sabitoga jumped away without the blade of Kronov in the cold with his back.

The tip of the nose is blurred by three blade flashes without any brakes. It was as if the three swordsmen with their hands waved the blade in front of them at the same time.

Not human. In the first place, it is impossible to support the pattern of the sword only with the finger (...) and release a decent blow. The skeleton of a human finger is not made to be able to do that.

The fat muscle does not stabilize, and even if it can tear the skin of the enemy, it will not break the flesh. If it hits the bone, it will bounce.

If it's a normal, human skeleton...

He twisted himself and jumped further into the face of Busabitoga, and a big kick of his head blurred. Kurnov's left sword strikes Sabitoga's shoulder as he lands. Sabitoga rolls down the ground scattering the feathers of the torn cape, kicking the trunk (miki) of the buna and taking the distance.

Kronov laughed as he covered his face with blood vessels.

"Every time I get hurt, one, it gets better"

In front of the breathless Sabitoga, Kurnov made a saliva noise as he pointed to a very different rib from his chest.

"Every time I tried, I got hurt. But every time I went back, you know, all over again, I was gone."

I shake my hand, which is no longer in the shape of a hand, bent and distorted, and my fingers fumbled up with a flesh tumor (kobu), gladly.

"Kishi, Kishi, no more, Kishi, no more. That's right, because it's all over the place. Yumitsu, Fuku... Hiroshi, that was it. Whatever it is, it's got cancer. Firm, nibble."

Hold on, I can swing.

Dropping his hips, Sabitoga shrugged as he stood his spear in front of his eyebrows to Kurnov, who took a strange, self-styling stance.

In other words, the old man in front of him was wounded many times as he continued to fight on the Devil's Island, and each time he did not receive decent treatment. Even if it broke, it didn't even add (so) trees, and I guess it has even taken only nourishment and let it heal naturally.

Normal (usually), motor function is hindered. Because the distended bones cannot function properly on muscle forces.

But it just so happens, really happens, that Kurnov's skeleton deformed as conveniently as he fights.

The bones of the torso unfolded to protect more important organs, and the fingers bent into a more destructive, bizarre form that allowed them to launch attacks, creating a flesh tumor (kobu) to aid in the grip.

He has survived in this forest with his fellow burglars until today, perhaps because of these accidental mischievous deviations from the regular track. He may have also fought in the environment of this unusual island of demons because of the strength he had in his hands after a skeletal level transformation.

But still, Sabitoga didn't think Kronov was lucky.

Skeletal deformation is often an accident, a 'distortion' that only produces advantages in the combat aspect.

Kurnov's bones, out of their original form of birth, should be more or less frightening of their lives. Kurnov has not put any itching (to stick) on his face despite his ribs being exposed to the evidence. Some of the joints of the broken fingers are stagnant and discolored purple in blood flow.

I'm sure Kurnov is a body that can't live long, minus that he's old. Every part of your body is dying so much that you can't even feel the pain.

Sabitoga's spear made a noise, Conn. If you turn your gaze, the pattern hits the branches of the buna.

Kurnov slowly moves his hiccups and comes closer with a smile on his face to Sabitoga. From the reddish face, the smell of blood rose.

"Hehe... of the long product, keten (...). I can whisk it off as it comes on..."

Kurnov's hand snapped a branch of Buna stretching out of both his twists.

"By the way, it can't be...!

Sabitoga was once again entering the Buna tree stand from the fallen leaf square in response to the attack.

Surrounded by trunks and branches, Kurnov has cleverly manipulated the sword of both hands, protruding countless blades at once.