Hitsugi no Maou

The wait was long, and the rainfall stretching from heaven drew a line as a plaid in the darkness, as if to keep the two of them closed in cold weather.

Sabitoga repeatedly releases his fist (bush) with the opposite hand in order to preserve the heat of his blood. Quina picked up the pebble under her feet and washed it in the rain and rolled it in her mouth.

Driving away fatigue and drowsiness in each (every) way, fighting, perhaps for a few hours.

The opportunity that had been promised was visited (and not) exactly abruptly.

From beyond the bridge of the rear palace, a starscrap-like light fell. Only a few closed doors opened and the lights of the indoor lights flew to the outside world.

Hundred seconds. The two jump out of the woodlotus grove without a voice to the respite of prior knowledge, and rush through the long bridge all at once.

Though the rain will slightly cancel out the sound, the wooden planks on the bridge make the shoe sound (crease) hard. I was just praying that the "Ninja" who was long in the ambush had not descended into the mittens. In darkness and rain, they are the 'strongest' in this country. No one can survive being attacked by them who can fight without footsteps.

They will be captured in an instant and fed with poisonous swords, such as those who drive (or honk) and cross bridge boards. At the very least, the only way to fight them (like this) was to reach an open place of sight.

Sabitoga drove (or even) through the darkness at exactly full speed, taking the hand of the quina, which began to lag behind, for the light of stardust. Count the hours in your chest and finally reach the main door around sixty.

Sliding herself into the door, a huge indoor lamp suspended from the high ceiling had shed light on a thin paper covering. There are a number of other candles (candles) burning like a great sword in the room full of warm light.

When Sabitoga pulled Quina inside, she shut the main door and calmed down.

Then he flies his gaze around and grabs Quina's shoulder and steers it away from the door. I just proceeded as far as the inside of the room, letting out the breath I was packing and dropping my voice, "It's a hundred seconds".

"Why can't the gatekeeper show up when the hundred seconds of respite have passed?

Quina opens her eyes and looks back at the main door that Sabitoga has closed. There are no shadows in the vast room, just wood-carved statues of women and mural celestials sending a lifeless gaze to the two of them.

A trap? Sabitoga guards the quina on her back, guarding her surroundings. With his hands on the bone saw pattern (eh), he proceeded to the back of the room, the entrance to the corridor across the rear palace.

Quina grabs Sabitoga's cape. I was about to give it back to my trembling fingers and Sabitoga's eyes hung (one) up like a razor (razor).

A third shadow covered the two shadows on the floor. In the shadow that increases the intensity of the mirror, he pulls Quina's arm around and kicks it toward the ceiling as he turns around.

A guard hidden in the shadow of a huge indoor light was swinging his sword down as he jumped. The blade blurs Sabitoga's temples and the sole of the shoe pierces the guard's jaw (chin).

The guard's neck and Sabitoga's knee made a nasty noise at the same time. The guard's body clashes into Sabitoga as it is, and both roll the floor noisily.

A wood-carved statue of a woman was knocked down, and a sword flew and pierced the heavenly woman in the mural. Sabitoga groans at her aching whole body, but punches (knocks) in the throat (throat) of a bloody guard and stabs her in the stomach.

When the Throat Buddha (Throat Buddha) punched him until he fell, he kicked the guard's body and put it on the floor. This (is) just when. Quina's legs appear in front of Sabitoga as she tries to breathe and get up.

Spitting out the worded "I'm fine," Sabitoga pushed the floor and got up all at once.

"I'm sorry."

Quina in front of me apologized, frowning at the bitterness.

Sabitoga accepts her shoulders as she stiffens her razor-like eyes.

From Quina's chest, which was about to fall, a tip (hoe) protruded very similar to Sabitoga's execution spear.

Reaper laughs. A face of death engraved on a spear pattern, wet (not) in Quina's blood, laughing without a voice.

Sabitoga saw the guards appearing behind the room and from the entrance to the corridor.

They all wear black velode capes, have white jawbones and skulls on their faces (of) and dress the same as Sabitoga.

An extraordinary executioner, prepared by Mitten, who craved the executioner as a symbol of fear, in place of Sabitoga.

The SS's elite guards sank the prison like hell.

They threw a spear at Quina.

From behind. From behind.

The executioner's spear.

Same spear as Sabitoga.

"I... won't call... I can't believe I stabbed you in the back..."

From Quina's body, her powers fall out. Its weight makes Sabitoga kneel.

A dark green headscarf tore the clasp (string) to the tip of his ear and spilled. Plenty of dark hair grips Sabitoga's hand.

Sabitoga, who had lost her words, vomited, "Hair, you've had a long time," as her relaxed (but) brain felt. He nodded at me as Quina threw up blood.

"Please, Master Shibki's, keep your heart... That one, do what you want... and give it to him..."

As Sabitoga tried to nod, Quina threw up more blood and, as it were, closed her eyes.

Sabitoga's eyes, which have seen the bitter death of man, feel the doom of her flesh, without exception, in her case. With a quina that turned into the face of a dead man who had lost all his vitality, like frozen, Sabitoga sank his expression into the shadow of his long hair.

"I got the money, I got it open to my crotch, I'm sorry, come on"

One of the guards approaches Sabitoga, who illuminates the reflux of blood.

A man wearing a rope through a real human jawbone, not pottery, looks down at the quina as he jerks his valve hair (Bempatsu) with his fingertips.

"If it's not just a mistress pulling into the back of the palace, but a notorious back stab, you just can't miss it. If we're involved in something like bowing Mittens, we're not free either."

……

"You, too, if I give it back to the cage like this, I'll tell Mitten there's nothing there, right? I was going to sit in your cauldron anyway... and the best thing for us is to have you die, in the sense of mouth sealing or future stability."

Nearly ten guards are approaching with their weapons in their hands. A man in the front row peeked into Sabitoga's face, not moving while holding the quina, pulling out a short knife on his hips.

"You knew we had arms first, didn't you? If you're afraid of getting your hair torn apart, don't even bite your tongue right now."

Senior.

The spear tip stumbled through the chin bone gap (Sukima) of the man who laughed so much.

No sound. Without any preliminary motion. Sabitoga grabbed the pattern on the back of her back while holding the quina and pushed the spear deeper.

The man, stuck under his chin by a blade popping out of the dead woman's chest, seems to have no idea what happened and is stiff with a grin in his eyes. Grabbing that valve hair gently, Sabitoga pushes the blade further.

The blade in the jaw cuts through the tongue and mouth (like this) and eventually crushes the man's left eye ball and jumps out of the orbit (cancer).

The other guards finally realized what was going on and lagged behind the convulsive (convulsive) man.

"You think you're my cauldrons?

Sabitoga keeps pushing the spear out. A snapping blade of eyeballs stretches to the ceiling, further tearing the tongue and mouth off the pattern (eh), exposing it to air.

"You're the Guardians (...)?

A spear falls out of Quina's body and lifts the man's body as Sabitoga regains the pattern.

"With women and children... I am desperately confronted with my path (...)... Let the muscles pass… let the heavenly life pass…"

"I don't know what to do!

One of the guards comes into his hand with a strange sword curled like a snake. As he laid Quina's body on the floor, Sabitoga turned the body of the spasmodic man against the enemy and pushed every spear to fly.

The guard, who received the body of his companion with his arms in decency, raises a beastly voice in the hands of Sabitoga, who approached the next moment. A wrist holding the sword was smashed into a flashing hand knife, and the thumb of the knife stuck straight into the right eye of the guard. Embrace the screaming guard's neck so that the rust can flow.

"Shifudo... Uncomfortable (Fukokokoro)...!

Sabitoga's muscles rise like rocks, compressing the guard's neck. The siege of the remaining eight guards was swept away by the sound of blubbering and bone crushing.

Sabitoga's cloak of dark hair and feathers assimilates into a color of blood, turning it into a silhouette like a blacker monster bird. Only the white jawbone rose firmly like a ghost on a face where even the light sank in the shadows.

Outside appearance (Shishi). Demonic form (become).

They were poisonous (out of the way) killer belts and cast a huge shadow on the swinging indoor lights.

"I'm even off the 'Dead Road', you out-of-the-way bastards...! I won't let you live!!

Sabitoga's arm twists (threads) and folds at the guard's neck.

Throwing out a guard turned into a corpse, he unleashed a bone saw toward the rest of his enemies coming across the street.

A sharp blade of whale bone holds a starscrap-like light at its tip.

The light, with its demonic roar, flew.