My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"Damn, I can't see the front......!

Inhibited by dimness and dark fog, the liner maligns by poor vision, which barely even sees the view a few meters away.

Flying out of Brousch village around noon yesterday, with little rest as it was, Reiner boarded into Fog Valley. Speaking of how I got there, it's just because the guys sitting next to me had this conversation in the dining room I went in to eat because I felt hungry.

"I wonder what those black scumbags were earlier?

'I don't know. But it doesn't seem normal to go through Fog Valley at this hour.'

Suspicious blackheads. On that keyword, Reiner threw out a meal and asked the men what Soitz and the others were like, with the momentum to eat and hang up.

The men told me this, although they were in a pulling mood, about the momentum.

What was told was simple: about an hour ago, just before sunset, I saw a pair of people in black robes boarding into Fog Valley, just to say.

Fog Valley is, as its name suggests, a valley where fog can set in, and even during the day its sight is only about a few meters. Regardless, if the sun goes down, it will be dominated by a complete darkness that has nothing to do with thick fog or anything else, and it won't even plug in the moonlight. It's also a place where the rocks are pouring out and the scaffolding is bad, and people entering the night are not there.

Upon hearing the story, the liner jumped out of the store immediately. It is, of course, the Fog Valley that headed.

There was no certainty. However, given the circumstances and timing, it was likely that those two groups were the culprits.

This was how he was a liner who came to the valley, where the night book descended with all the swine rushing, but he also couldn't help but take the time to progress properly due to poor vision and scaffolding. Within doing so, the sky had still begun to whiten, and the continued walking throughout the night had accumulated fatigue and its legs had stopped moving as late.

Just feeling tired, the liner lowers its hips to the nearby rock. I think about how much longer I'll be able to catch up with the killer by fulfilling it, turning my big, deep breath back and breathing.

From the stories of the two people we met in the dining room, it would be something like whether the two killers entered this valley an hour or two earlier than the liner. So I didn't rest, I flew this far thinking I could catch up as soon as I could, but I never see myself or the shadows.

The liner rolls asleep about on the rock as it is. It's time to pinch a break or I won't have the strength.

Slightly disturbed breathing and heartbeat of myself. I can't hear anything else, a quiet space.

My mind gradually calms down as I breathe in the clear air in the early morning. That's not just breathing and heartbeat, but also the emotions that stood there in anger and anxiety.

Never did the desire to forgive the man who stole the sword bud. But I feel the rush I've been holding on to, it's going down somewhat.

(Yes, don't rush. I'm definitely close to them.)

Liner was sometimes noticed by his parents, who were always guided by swordsmanship. That was in that there was too much blood on the mental side, on the head.

Focus on one thing. Not really, a vice that gets invisible around you. A squarely one-on-one battle can be more of a strength, but can expose you to deadly gaps when dealing with glitter or multiple players.

That's why Reiner's parents have been telling him to hold his horizons wide, and to do so, he's kept telling me so much that octopuses can be told in his ears that he must be constantly calming his mind.

Just to be clear, this is a bad area for liners. But that's why, if we can overcome it there, we can be strong.

The liner who thought of it that way, when he realized that his mind was disturbed and excited, he had also taken a timid approach to training in the spiritual aspects that he was not comfortable with so that he could be calm at his will.

That attitude would be splendid. But there is something about humans that they are not good at, and they are not good at because they cannot be overcome so easily.

Second, the liner realizes that his consciousness has awakened. That means that consciousness was sinking until the moment of awakening.

No heart or I felt like the sun was high. I can't see the sky or anything, blocked by thick fog, but I can still grasp the approximate position of the sun that manages to deliver light from beyond the fog. Until just now, there was a sun that wasn't supposed to have gone up and down.

"... Oh no! I fell asleep a little!

It probably also affected my fatigue. The air that was clear enough not to worry about the uncomfortable sleep in the gothic bed was also a help in inviting me to sleep.

And the biggest cause was that the mental controls were so bad that the liner fell asleep like this every time he tried to calm his mind. I can't help but say that I have a thick nerve to fall asleep in this situation.

Wake up your body with bouncing momentum. I don't have a sense of time, but I get around with aspirations that it's probably still a good time to call it an early morning from the air around me.

Was it precisely a few dozen minutes or so long as I slept? Anyway, I took an unexpectedly long break. We need to start tracking fast. Not good.

The liner speeds up his legs, reflecting ferociously that he has done it.

Results theory, but an unexpected long stay was never all bad. With eyes accustomed to the rest of the body for quite some time and the fact that it was still dim at night, Fog Valley made the liners feel easy to walk in when the sun rose completely and the fog was just thick. In fact, the vision remained poor, but the brightening had definitely made it easier to see.

And to start tracking. For a while, the liner finally captures a figure like that.

Reduce the urge to jump right now, hide behind the rocks and observe how things are going. The fog remained thick, but I managed to gaze and confirm that the shadow was a pair. But it is unclear until he has a box containing a treasure sword.

Pay attention to your feet and pack your distance from the shadows so you don't make noises.

The other side shows no signs of movement. It didn't even look like we were having any conversation. Maybe the other guy is taking a break too?

(I might be able to close the gap and take it back if this is it)

Get your breath ready as you lurk. And the moment his body and state of mind coincided, the liner popped out without slight hesitation.

Pack the time at once with speed that doesn't make you feel bad about scaffolding or anything else. The opponent also finally moved to see if the signs had been detected where that distance was about a few meters away.

An unmistakable, long spear. That accelerates the liner's legs even further.

It was the liner that took the lead.

(I get nostalgic and crush my time against someone with a long score!

Faithfully execute their parents' teachings and move from an unsatisfactory time for a spear man to an attack.

But the opponent is also a sarcophagus, saying it wasn't complete. It has prevented unintentional attacks. Slashing is taken with a stiff pattern of spears.

If you stop moving here, you lose. From last night's offense, which is burning in the eye, the opponent's strength is better than that of the liner. Moreover, it also has a number of advantages.

You can say that the liner's only chance to settle before they take advantage of it. It is an ambush for that.

Apply full weight to the sword eaten into the spear pattern. The man stopped his leg without passing the power into a force comparison posture.

Naturally. There's another opponent, and if you take this for just a few seconds, you can attack defenseless enemies. So before we do that, we have to disable the spear man.

The liner kicked up the thoughtful spear pattern with his right leg, keeping his sword focused.

The arm power of the liner applied from the top, the spear force that tries to counter it. A kick in the liner slapped in there. A great force was applied from both directions, and the spear broke in two by making the sound of a bakin.

It was something you didn't imagine, the other person's body stiff. Don't miss that momentary blank, the liner slides straight and punches the man in the face so as not to interrupt the flow of the kicked up right leg.

The power is almost dead from the attack on the pattern. You won't want any damage.

But the kicked man looked from the liner and his body flowed in the left direction. The opposing liner flew to the right so as to leave the man. Man, it's to take a distance from the double-swordsman who's approaching from the left even further. The speed of the double-swordsman is slowed down slightly by the spear being curled and interrupted in the direction of progress. And bypass, another raid.

Ross wondering if there was a second if it was time. But with that, it was enough to be ready.

"" Fire Dragon "Hiryu"!

The dragon of the Red Lotus appears from the sword waved by the liner. A hot flame looking like a dragon swallowed up a double swordsman... it looked like it.

"You're just not going to be so good..."

Jump. That's all they did. That's all the double-swordsmen were dodging the Fire Dragon at the critical point.

Double swordsmen are faster and more tricky than liners. If we are approached, we cannot prevent it first.

So don't let them near you and don't fight in between opponents. That's why the liner unleashed the longest reaching attack available. If it is possible, it is true that I wanted to push them out of combat with the current blow.

There is a large proportion of battles that are made up of something called intermission. Whether you can fight in your own time or at a distance you are good at sometimes masks the difference in strength and dictates wins and losses.

So he tried to destroy each one so that he could erase his own interests with the spear and the double swordsman.

But reality doesn't make it that way. They avoided the Fire Dragon and got their attitude set over there.

Even though the spear has been rendered unusable, the liner is heavily loaded when only one double swordsman receives it directly from the front.

And the stolen sword is still in their hands.

I can't win.

Such a weak heart, Reiner dismissed with an incompatible smile on the spot.

I remember that day five years ago. For the first time, other than my parents, that was also when I lost to someone close to my age.

I regretted it. So I swore I would definitely snowflake one day. And I've always made it a goal.

A rival's back, Harold.

"Compared to Harold, the speed of a guy like that is such a good place!

Harold, who fought five years ago and saw it, was much faster. Harold was stronger than that double-swordsman.

Reiner has been remembering and chasing such a man.

To beat Harold next. To shoulder to shoulder with him, a rival and friend.

"Are we going to lose here? Harold's gonna laugh at me!

I'm sure Harold is stronger than he was five years ago. If you're going to beat him like that, inspire yourself to say what you're going to do without being able to kick the enemy in front of you.

That alone gave me strength from the depths of my body.

Win, get your sword back.

With such willingness in his eyes, the liner confronts without being frightened of his stately opponent, who stands in front of him. Once, exhale small, he screams.

"Let's go!" The scream echoed in a thick fog-covered valley.