My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

I can't even say that a human named Cody Ruzial is highly flattering. It would be splendid if only under the title of being a squad leader in the Knights young, that's what it would sound like to be walking the elite streets.

However, in addition to the fact that it is difficult to say that the work attitude is serious, some people do not feel comfortable with their colleagues because of their inherent miscellaneous personality.

It concerns the two origins that he is such a good friend to Fincent, the vice president who gets praise from many quarters.

They were born and raised in the same rural town, so-called childhood friendly.

Both were raw by very common families and had a relaxing childhood in a town surrounded by nature.

That peace was broken when they were seven years old.

Suddenly the town was attacked by a bandit with a mercenary collapse. Many were looted of food and hardware, killed and abducted.

What's more, it's not just that, but a number of monsters have crept in from the barrier destroyed by the robbery. They must have been caught by the smell of blood and food.

The invasion of the monsters could not be prevented without the proper exercise of the means of defence.

It was the intense scent of blood and the screams of the people, the bright red flames burning everywhere, that spread to the town, which was attacked one after the other by bandits and monsters. It was exactly the sight of an annoying cry.

It was Cody and Finn St., who were lucky enough to survive, but had lost their families and the town had already been destroyed and exhausted to such an extent that it could not keep its function.

All they had left was a sense of loss that lost everything. The only two people who were thus orphaned could live in grief.

But then, sooner or later, we'll just die of drowning. No, from the cody at the time, that was one of the options. It's not like I didn't consider myself dead and coming to my family...

With that in mind, I could choose to live because there was Fincent next door. I was just one best friend, small, crying, hiding behind Cody's back every time something happened.

I wanted Fincent alive even when I died.

But if he dies, neither will the boy who painted this weak man live long.

Well, even if it had Cody on it, we're both kids. It would have been unlikely that I could live.

Still, I couldn't abandon Fincent and choose death.

That's why I asked Fincent.

'There's nothing I can do to make it easier for you to be dead already, but what do you do? Dead to one thought, or still alive'

'... live, want. Dying is... scary...!

That was Fincent's answer. He says he's afraid to even die in a situation like this.

As for Cody, honestly, I didn't really understand the emotion. Because I thought that the easiest way to escape the despair that lay before me was death.

But that's okay with him, I also thought. I knew he was a painful boy, who puts himself from the point of view of the weak because he was a pathetic coward.

Maybe it was Fincent's strength that even wanted raw in that situation now that I think about it. Without it, we would both have chosen death on that spot.

That's how Cody and Fincent stood up hand in hand, but this is never a beauty story.

Two children with nothing to rely on and no hindsight. I did anything to live.

In my hometown, which was a town until a few days ago, I fished for corpses, vandalized fields if I ran out of handheld food, and also worked stealing to get money. In Slam Street, where he arrived after fleeing, he also killed people, albeit in self-defense.

Even that was only felt to be no different than slaughtering a monster that was attacked.

Running crazily through such slaughtered days, by the time he was over ten, he began to imitate mercenaries, and proceeded to crusade the battlefield and monsters.

Cody was strong until he could do that, and even Fincent, who was a coward. It was changing, maybe it's better to describe it as.

Especially Fincent, he seems to have had the talent of a sword, and whenever he dived through the battle, he grew more mechanical.

Every day when nothing is filled, like spending your life just to live the day. It was a really bad life.

If I noticed, Fincent was no longer crying or laughing. He said he didn't want to see his best friend like this.

Weren't you still happier to be dead then? By this time Cody was starting to think about that.

And about three years after I started working as a mercenary, I followed a very painful wound that lacked concentration on a certain battlefield. Injuries that are not like instant death, but are impossible to continue fighting.

But such reasoning doesn't work in the middle of a battle. The opponent, who sees it as an opportunity, waves up his sword.

Neither the power nor the will to avoid it existed in Cody at that moment.

I just wait for my sword to wave down with empty eyes and my life to be mutilated. And on the verge of that sword reaching Cody's head, two sword flashes ran.

The first had cut off both arms of the opponent and the second had amputated his torso without giving him time to scream.

Fincent looks back as he bathes the blood tide blowing out of his torso from his head. My bloodstained best friend looked like someone else somehow.

Fincent lends his shoulder silently and pulls back from the front line to the safety zone. I finally opened my mouth when I got there.

"Are you all right? Cody '

'Well, quite... but it's the first time you've protected me.'

"... Speaking of which, well... out of the box, it's not bad"

"Am I? What?

"Protect your friends."

……

"You could have protected people, even with so many dirty, bloody hands..."

That said, Fincent grips his fist. Joy or regret. Cody couldn't have guessed that emotion.

However, I still had that thought that protecting someone should be the signpost of Fincent's life.

Then why don't you try to protect me?

'What?'

Fincent's dumb face I haven't seen in a while.

It's asexually funny, and I manage to spin the word out in the face of it about to blow out.

"If you join the Knights, I won't be alone, I can protect hundreds or thousands of times that human being, right?

"But a stray like us can join the Knights..."

"Yes, but compared to the hardships we've survived, it's not a fart."

"Cody......"

"Oh, Fincent, you're stronger than me already. Just to be clear, I got a little strong enough to pull it off '

"Hih, were you pulled..."

'I don't care there. If the early story is as strong as you, it hardly matters whether you're born or raised. Maybe.'

……

'Choose, Fincent. Do you want to continue your current life or just start out and go for the Knights'

"... it's like that time"

That time, that would be when you chose to live or die in front of a devastated town.

Six years had passed since then, in retrospect.

'Cody, I want to change. This world where the weak are trampled by the strong.'

'Change the world, hey. This is the big one again. "

'Oh, I can't do it alone. Without your power, it would be a dream story. "

The Knights aren't my pattern, are they? I'm not meant to stand on top of people, and most of all, I'm lazy. "

'That's okay. I want to go with you. [M] There will be no children like us. "

"... it's going to be so hard to die."

'So it doesn't matter if the reply isn't now. The first prerequisite is to end this battle. "

As he finished transporting Cody to the ambulance, Fincent immediately turned back to the front line.

Staring blurry at the back of it, I rummage in my head the dream my usually sparsely spoken best friend told me for the first time. They asked me to come with them, but nothing. If I'm not around anymore, Fincent has just the strength to do it.

But I'm sure that's not what you mean.

It's something I say with a serious face that changes the world, etc., so that reminds me of it and makes me laugh even more.

Every time I laughed, it sounded like a scratch, but I still couldn't stop laughing.

"If you're with him, will life like this shit be somewhat better too..."

The whining leaked to no one and Finn St. 's hindsight as he emerges back to the front line are still burning without fading into Cody's brain.

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(I can't tell you how he looked behind him like that and how he looked like you dabbled, even if his mouth ripped)

That's why I'm standing in front of Harold now.

There was nothing I could call a basis, and all I could say was intuition, but I did still feel it. Give Harold the face of Fincent.

A boy who might carry on an absurd dream story.

Oh, I would suck. No matter how many entrustments you line up, I don't take into account Harold's feelings, etc. I'm just trying to help unilaterally.

Worry on your own, hope on your own.

I want to entrust myself and my best friend's dreams to Harold's shoulders, etc., too selfish. You won't be able to complain about getting beat up.

Meet your sword as you sound tall metal with Kickin.

I wanted to see Harold mean it in there, but it was more than I expected when I had to confront him. Sharp slaughter and speed, magical variations. Harold is totally up there compared to himself the same year.

He is sublimated as a combat technique in a disastrous move to avoid attacks in a retrograde manner when he says he is in battle, or to release a kick from a state of upside with his hands on the ground from that posture.

We don't know where or what pops up from. It's a way of fighting. Very hard to do.

That's why I can't be beaten up early here.

Ask Harold as he exchanges his swordspears at high speed.

"Suddenly, Mr. Harold. Do you have any future dreams?

I think we're talking about Cody and really no context whatsoever.

But Harold has returned the words without being particularly upset at Harold.

"I live for me. That's all."

Live for yourself, a concise answer.

It's the opposite of Fincent, who chose the path to protect someone.

But somehow, these two feel alike.

"Then one more question. You got a best friend or something?

"I don't need anything like that"

(12) Avoid retreating the mid-kick released in the middle of the impending impasse.

Neither is lacking in decision making and cannot decide on a battle. You won't win unless you take it seriously, knowing you're going to get hurt.

"Then it's my advice as a senior in my life. If there's something you want to accomplish, you should create a presence where you can keep your back. Supports you when you have to."

"It's the theory of the weak, it is!

I don't deny it. Human beings are weak creatures in the first place. That's why I flock, and I want a connection.

That's fine with humans. You can be weak.

That's why I can be supportive, supportive, connected and strong.

Harold is cutting it off. I'm trying to be strong on my own without believing in anything but myself.

Too lonely. Until I get this much strength, I can't imagine how much ordinary humans have truncated what they have in their hands.

Harold has followed a thorny path that is different from his own and Fincent's. Maybe it's still halfway down the road.

I don't know what Harold wants to be, but I'm sure he won't stop. Until that life runs out.

Even if the situation is different or the place you are aiming for is the opposite.

It looks as if you're trying to resist the world, overlapping Fincent, who tries to penetrate his will to change the world more than he can help.

Then I have to help.

♪ Going for a world without children like ourselves ♪

That's what Cody and Fincent vowed to do that day.