King of Shadows

Whether she's the flower of the battlefield or the star of the battlefield, the important thing was that she was the enemy. Cocoon, who excluded his opinion, brutally sliced the girl's body. But she shed Cocoon's sword as if it were nothing. The sword of the continent, yet still with its neck. It was worth hearing the name.

That's why Cocoon did not underestimate her as a woman. I saw it as an equivalent test.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Yuhana. A test that will show you that there is a sky in the sky."

How arrogant is this introduction? Girl, in one speech Cocoon snorted. But not bad. After becoming the continent's greatest sword, a new declaration came to him that had only heard a dry greeting. It was always a natural reaction to praise his swordsmanship and longevity.

It was more stimulating than ever. The arrival of a new generation is always fun. Cocoon raises his mind.

"Then I shall teach you, too. It's too early for you."

That was it. There was no conversation between the two of you. Cocoon and one look at each other to correct their posture. The Pokémon competes at any time with the ability to put a sword through the heart of the opposing Pokémon.

They measure the distance and distance and look at each other's company. At this moment, the battlefield was their own playground. The others didn't notice Cocoon and one eye.

Tension is like a tense bow-stroke. As he reaches his limit, Cocoon swings his beloved Solaris. Even his breath conquers him, and there are no more of his movements. There was no preparatory action.

The sword Cocoon drew with his mind's eyes could not be pursued with his eyes. Only flashing flashes burst out, just replacing it. But Cocoon's trajectory has not reached its end. The line in between interrupts the completion.

"I told you. It's a waste of talent."

One shivering smile aims for Cocoon's neck. Suddenly, it became her black trench. Cocoon turns as fiercely as a puddle, away from the pressures of a sharp sword. The sword that one was practicing was a form not seen in Zephyros.

Cocoon smiled and mixed his sword with one, though it was as strange as if it were a star-spangled martial arts.

His lifelong accumulation of skills was not a scattered sand castle due to the encounter with an unknown power. Cocoon has grown through brawl. I found something lacking and filled in the time when I didn't think of it. Tom.

"Amazing. There are still tests like yours. I should have wandered around Zephyros like Senior said."

"It's a disaster to see me when you're not ready, child."

One paw axially kicks Cocoon across the street. She's already watching the end of the battle.

"It's a groundbreaking idea to pull yourself up through extreme choice, but that's it."

The person who had chosen the shortcut so far couldn't have survived the difficult path. One of the reasons Cocoon can't take the next step is to put the sword down. Bang, the ground sank as the thought and inner air exploded.

One who had regained all of his former skills pushed Cocoon hard. Two extreme swords were impenetrable to others. The scale of thought, the level of power, and the longevity of the sword. Everything was different.

They read each other's actions and initiated other actions before they were done, aiming for each other's lives on the battlefield. Maybe they both reached such a high point that they could see the result before the sword even touched them. None of their swords touched. But that alone was enough to call for a storm.

The struggle of cunning and craftsmanship. You move on, leaving behind a single black vision and sound. Cocoon twists his wrist and takes the shot. Cocoon was worthy of the title "continent's greatest sword," by the way. His life's struggle proved that.

Every time they fought like that, a light burst out. Both men blindly gnawed each other's necks, forgetting both the fundamental reasons why they were on the battlefield, and why they were after each other's lives.

Cocoon's heart beats with the number of enemies he's met in a long time. I couldn't hide my excitement from the expectation that one day I would reach the next. One exam that comes with a free routine. Cocoon had to move in like a child trying to unwrap a gift.

One, on the other hand, was extremely cold. For Cocoon, it may be a once-in-a-lifetime battle, but for one, it was just one of many battles. One has always been at the end of Cocoon's blade. You interfered with Cocoon's actions, from one to ten, as if he were the master of swordsmanship.

Cocoon realizes he's outnumbered. Surprisingly, he was one step ahead of his sword. But you can't just admit defeat here. That's why Cocoon risked everything he had to win. That was the best courtesy he could send to the enemy.

Cocoon, who boosted his thinking, temporarily took over. What he has in his hand is a relaxation of half a beat. Once I took a breath, it was an illusion that would blow into the air, but I didn't mind. He knew that if he missed this opportunity, he would not be able to throw the battle again.

My body moved before I could think. Cocoon, who put the sword into the sword, was able to unite his mind. And then I added a distraction to it. Ability to take away the mind of the opponent and forget its original purpose. Unavoidable screening and the ability to make it invisible. Cocoon mixes the two and pours out everything before the half-beat is over.

[Transcension period - Sunday

As Cocoon darts his sword, a refined sword spills out to its limit. In the feast of a single trajectory, a number of sabotages were captured in his years of training in order to implement the word "single combat."

You pierce the barren battlefield in a straight line. The sword of doom that led him to the continent's greatest sword was unfolded.

The sword surges from the bayou, striking one with the same force as the rabble. Sooner or later, everything happened.

Even the strongest could not be free from time and speed. That's exactly what Cocoon was after. You risk everything for a shootout you can't even control. Cocoon smiles at the faint sensation on the edge of his sword.

But it wasn't just the blood that pierced him, it was the black site.

"What?"

One quick understanding of the principle was between the blade and the lead blade. It was because the sword that came out of the sword had to stop once to enter the sword again. Biopsy, Stop, and Lead Blade. This step was a law that no one could ignore.

As soon as the sword stops, one swings his sword. Cocoon's sword goes into a single blade with a cheerful click. Complete coupling as if it were meshed with yaw (20985;) and iron (20984;). Cocoon was stunned for a moment by a trick that only a supreme prosecutor could perform. That's because he was a movement he couldn't imitate either.

Cocoon twists his wrist to pull out the soloury that went into one sword. But funnily enough, one of them places the sword before he moves. Consecutive variables that exceed expectations. Even before the zinc cocoon settled, one pulled out his sword from his sword. Within the palm of her hand, a bright, innocent sword protrudes out.

A sword recreated by a third rule that deviates from material constraints. A symbol and a Heart Blade that can only be possessed by a Ultimate Unmanned. Cocoon, once uncovered by the blur of the blade, was unable to keep his mouth shut. His imagination was right in front of his eyes. Forging a sword with your heart. The idea was unthinkable.

"I'll show you something fun, too."

One raised his heart sword and pushed it forward. One stab. It was a simple and clear act, but the mystery contained within it was not something Cocoon dared face. The continent's greatest sword was there, a wall beyond which it could reach.

"Ah…"

Cocoon looks down, dumbfounded. There was no process, only results. Cocoon smiles cheerfully, his hands stopping the filthy blood flowing down the boat.

Maybe it's because I'm seeing the world with my mind's eyes. Cocoon understood the power and ability of the Heart Blade better than anyone.

It was a single blow, but the historical system and circuits were shattered. Critical to the point of incapacitation. There's not much time left for him to hold the sword. The two legs that began to tremble were representing him. Finally, Cocoon collapses powerlessly.

"What was the name of the sword?"

"Do you have a jaw for that? Are you a freak who takes names from your hands and feet?"

"I see. You're learning something good again."

Cocoon recognized his limitations. He saw the world with his mind's eyes, but in the end he did not see himself. It was absurd to discuss the world's greatest subject when we couldn't even see the one closest to it.

I cut off my left arm, plucked out my eyes, but I couldn't get to where I wanted to go. No, it was like cutting the possibility out on its own. Though I peered at higher heights through sacrifice, the growth that secured the sacrifice had reached its limit.

It was all the destruction of his rash actions. If I had believed in myself a little more, I would not have to face such an ugly end.

"Any last words?"

"I imagined it. I saw it with my own eyes. That's it. Let's go over there and do it." "

Kokun, who vomited blood bubbles, was so famous. One turns away from him, smiling playfully.

"Well, this isn't the end..."

440.

Brixtis, the eldest and next of the House of Rufus, was on the battlefield. His body is harder than iron, stronger than diamonds, and his own existence has made him a great shredder.

With the exception of three heads of households and three elders, the strong man who could intercept him was counted as a finger.

That's why Brixtis' advance was brutal. It was no exaggeration to say that he was a predator who leapt into the flock. As soon as he gets his hands on it, he snaps and snaps, roaring forward.

This war was a stage to prove his strength. There was no other purpose. More overwhelming, more disruptive! Brixtis' goal is to establish a foothold. I wanted to prove that I could be a housewife beyond soap.

"What is it?"

In the struggle, she catches her breath. The stool suddenly approaches. The weather changed so badly that I couldn't breathe. The temperature rose without knowing the limits. I had the strength to pierce the skin and ripen to the bone.

Reflexively raised his head, he can see the sun falling over his head. He pulls the profanity out of his chest as far as he can. Soon, irresistible violence descended to the ground.

Kuaang, the sound is so intense that your ears will eat. The sunset has become barren. A battlefield full of lava is a disaster.

Even Brightis, who is fire-resistant and heat-resistant, was difficult to reach.

"You're pretty good."

At the center of the disaster was a woman who was bitten from head to toe in golden light. Briggs was able to assess her identity without anyone teaching him.

"Gumiho."

"Ding, ding! More problems for the right kind of student."

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