My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Harold manages to sew his feet on the spot that are about to pop out and watch the end of the fierce sword trident. Harold wishes the liner all the best with the impatient thought of not yet.

I haven't seen the battle of liners in five years, but as things stand, it still doesn't reach Wentus or Lilium for another step. I'd rather say we can do it because we're dealing with two like that and we're crossing this far.

But still, the liner can't win. Differences in local power are beginning to show gradually.

The liner has managed to eat down thanks to the fact that Lilium originally did and Wentus is also forced to wield a broken spear, thanks to the short alignment of the two reaches.

Perhaps the liner is standing around using a lot of the long offense of reach on foot that he can't win in the melee. It's a skillful way to fight inside, which I couldn't have predicted from the swine rushing words and deeds in the game. I can see you're squeezing the most you can do right now.

But on top of that, the liner doesn't extend. Good battles don't win. Even if he was the protagonist of the original, if weak, if not enough, losing is inevitable.

But to put it the other way, if you're strong, if you don't have something missing, the liner will win. And Harold knows everything he'll need.

That's why I led her here. Pieces that will bring victory to the liner.

(I made it!

She showed up to slice the thick fog - confirming Colette shouting at Lilium at the timing of her single hair - and Harold gripped her right hand hard, unknowingly.

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I get hit. It was when I thought so.

A voice that could not have been heard reached the liner's ear.

"Let it be. Yes!

Screaming and wind-cutting sounds, and metal sounds. The liner took some time to understand what had happened.

And when you grasp the situation, now you reveal your surprise.

"Colette!? Why are you here..."

"I'm here to help, liner!

From Colette's back, who carried a ton of fur on both arms and stood in front of the pair without cowardice, there was something like a hegemony that I had never seen before.

Apparently, Colette bounced back the double sword that was approaching me with that tongue of fur. It seemed like little damage, but suddenly it appeared that Colette was on guard over there.

The liner opened its mouth in that gap.

"I came to help you. You scared me."

"Yeah, I'm scared. Even now."

"Then..."

"But I don't want more liners gone. That's why I decided to fight even if I was scared."

I felt a little trembling at those words, but I couldn't get lost.

"The liner protects me, doesn't it?

"... oh"

What Colette said was a word of promise she made when they just met. Colette, whom I had just met, was badly acquainted with people and could not make friends, and she was always frightened of something. The promise the liner made to see and cheer her up like that.

Conversely, the liner is now protected. I feel sorry for the situation. It's embarrassing. It makes my response toothpick worse.

"I was sweet to it. I wasn't going to do anything about it myself that would protect me if I had a liner...... sorry, liner"

Still a trembling voice is the fear that preceded the enemy, or the regret for what has been done?

Still, as Colette was sworn in, he said it out loud.

"So I will protect you about the liner, too. I just relied on you to say goodbye to me today!

Seeing her like that, the liner is confused as to whether this is really Colette.

Now it is time to see many strong parts of the liner that flatter the impotence, but that is due to the aversion to recklessness that comes from cowardice if you turn it upside down. Colette has an unfavorable personality for something called danger or change.

I'm not sure what caused it, but maybe the past she moved to this village at an early age, in danger of her life, has something to do with it.

Desiring to maintain a peaceful status quo, disturbances and dangers shadowing there are thoroughly kept away. That was the girl named Colette that Liner knew.

That's how she stands in front of an enemy who can carry a weapon now. As the word goes, try to protect the liner.

But if you look closely, the body was shaking slightly.

Naturally, Liner thinks. Colette has also received battle guidelines from his parents along with Reiner as part of his self-defense. He was praised for his muscles and certainly had all that talent and strength. Probably still strong in the village about next to the liner.

But if we can show that strength in action, we are talking about. Colette, who shows considerable power in practice and matchmaking, was unable to constrict and strike properly in the battle against the monsters. Reiner's mother, Leona, said that fighting, fear of being wounded, and the possibility of death were stopping Colette from moving.

There was no way she was so timid that she didn't feel fear in front of a human enemy stronger than herself. Still, Colette pushed and killed that fear and came this far to protect herself.

Strength sweeps through the liner's entire body. I excited myself that if I didn't stand here, I wouldn't be a man.

"... then I'll take care of my back"

"Yeah."

"Instead, I'll protect your back!

The war situation is still a disadvantage.

Strangely though, it's not like Colette's just next door willing to lose or anything. It's been a long time since I've sprung up, like when I fought Harold at a martial arts tournament.

We check each other out with chirali and sideways, and we nod silently. As I signaled that, the first thing that popped up was the liner.

"" Fire Dragon "!

Flaming dragon to be released again. What's different from earlier is that it's not an attack to hit the target.

The aim is between the two of us. A liner fire dragon strikes right in the middle of it. Double swordsmen to the left and spears to the right each take evasive action. This is how the purpose is to be divided.

If you miss this opportunity, Liner and Colette head straight under the double swordsman.

The weapon is broken, a spear man carrying a stolen sword. A full, fightable double-swordsman. Normally, I might be after the former. But the liner thinks like this. "Defeat the Twin Swordsmen and we will win."

Two to two each other if you look at just a few. But they're both stronger than they are, and if they get hit decently, they'll lose.

If only we could create a two-on-one situation and drop the double-swordsmen first. The only thing left is power, but the weapon is broken, and only spears inferior to liners. That makes it more likely you can take your sword back.

"Ha!"

Flashing straight from the side. The double-swordsman flaunts it in the backstep, but Colette, who overtook the liner and approached it, swung through two tonfers that gained speed with centrifugal force as they rotated.

The tall sound of a quinn sounds. Colette's tonfer is prevented by crossing the two swords.

But doing so floated the body of a double-swordsman. In addition to the power of a single blow, a double swordsman flew backwards to kill momentum after deciding from the front that the weapon would be destroyed.

I can't take advantage of my bragging speed if I float in the air. To the double-swordsman who no longer has the means to evade, the liner unleashes its own maximum attack of power.

"" Tianxiang "Tenshi" Roaring "Here"!

A sword swept out fast enough to produce remnants of a body. Thus the prey of the double-swordsmasher is scattered, but the true value of this attack begins here.

A shock wave generated by a sword wielded at high speed strikes the target with a roaring sound. Lost in that pressure without antagonism, the double-swordsman who was blown away and struck his back on the rock floor collapsed cheating as it were.

You'd have lost your mind if it didn't, or you wouldn't be able to get back into battle right away.

"Liner, it's dangerous!

But I don't have time to breathe relief. A sharp voice flies from Colette. Approaching from behind is a fierce thrust by a broken spear.

Understand that the liner is intuitively inevitable in its speed. Subtle timing for defense in time as well. There Colette interrupts.

He played the flank of the spike with a ton of fur, slightly off track. I plunder the liner's ears with the roar. Without being frightened by the attack, however, the liner stuffed the mistake with one leg and took the back of the spear man.

"I'll have this back!

Spears that evaded speeding and out of balance. The liner retrieves the box of treasure swords hanging on its back.

Solid weight I feel in my hands. That was also a testament to my parents acknowledging my growth, which was very tough when it came to sword paths. Something even more valuable to the liner than as a sword itself, something you can't give way to.

That's why I definitely wanted to take it back. And the moment I retrieved it like this, a deadly alarm was created there.

The weight in your hand can disappear unexpectedly. Too suddenly, the liner didn't immediately understand what had happened. I also thought you dropped it, but it's not. I didn't feel it drop, I didn't make a sound.

And I feel behind it, there shouldn't have been before, some kind of pressure.

The liner looks back instantly. There was someone there, dressed in a black robe and hiding his face, just like a spear or a double swordsman. I don't care how you look at it. Someone's hand contained a sword that I had just retrieved.

"So, who!? Give it back!

……

Even if the liner sets up a sword to intimidate them, the opponent will not react to it. Instead, hand over the sword to the spear man so he doesn't hear you. Then the spear man abandoned his weapon and vanished into the deep mist as he fled when he carried the box of swords and the two swordsmen who were still motionless.

"Stay!

Even trying to chase it, the liner, and the last one standing in front of Colette.

Slowly pull out the stabbed sword on your hips so you can show it off. There is no weirdness whatsoever, a long sword that seems to be for sale at any weapons store.

But to the two of us who were relative, that looked like an evil, extreme murder weapon. I realize that the cause of this is the work of a man holding a long sword.

I didn't have to fight, I was made to understand that I was of a different character. Of course with ourselves, the pressure is unleashed by the Longswordsmen who can't even compare the pair we were fighting earlier.

(Can you beat him...?

Daw Young still has some sense of almighty left in her body. But even then, there is no image that can beat the Longswordsman.

An unpleasant sweat runs out of my whole body. It was about that moment when Liner and Colette were pressed and awkward.

A longswordsman stood behind them.

"Become...!

I don't know why, but I keep my distance.

But the Longswordsman doesn't chase two people full of gaps, and he doesn't move with his back taken. It seemed to tell the story that it was always easy to kill ourselves.

Difficult strength difference to fight. I can manage to lose my will, but I can't move as much as my body thinks I can to the real crisis of life I feel for the first time.

If you choose to survive, you'll have to run away. But it means giving up the sword, and there is no guarantee that we can get away with it for sure. Therefore, the liner makes a bitter decision.

"Colette, you run."

"Oh no! What do you do with the liner!?

"I'll stop him."

Reiner decided that was best if he managed to let Colette alone get away with it. The question is how much I can eat down on this longswordsman.

"You can't leave the liner!

"Just run!

"I don't like it!

Two people to talk to. The longswordsman who was still watching the state of it finally moves.

Its body floats all the way in the hollow, as if it were pulled by thread from above. Jumping backwards, a longswordsman descends on a rock. And that figure disappears again.

Back again, they all look back, but there are no long swordsmen there. I began to hear the sound of stones collapsing from my surroundings continuously while I was baffled. It is returned without subsiding, but rather with a narrow spacing of sounds.

It is also true that the fog is thick and the vision is poor. But subtracting it, the speed of the Longswordsman was beyond the reach of the eye.

Yes, as if when I dealt with Harold.

For a moment, the idea comes to mind that no way. But Reiner immediately denied it.

There was no logical basis. It's just a decision brought about by the emotional theory that Harold, my friend, can't do that.

I completely lose sight of a longswordsman within so gripped inside. And the uninterrupted sound I was hearing interrupted.

Visited instead, the silence that even disturbs my heart tone. Concentrate all nerves. Liner and Colette explore the surrounding signs.

Dozens of silent seconds, like a distraction.

As the end came to pass to it, Katsun, was heard from behind. The two look back at it with a conditional reflex. I looked back.

The identity of the sound is pebble. You even hit a rock, rolling powerlessly at the foot of the corn and liner.

Fished, almost at the same time as thinking, now it's really a sign of impending death from behind. I felt remorse, ready for my death.

And it was when it was thought that a life-cutting sword would strike the liner. The sharp sound of a prick in the ear, the groaning, and -

"Know the extent, the miscellaneous fish"

I heard that voice. A voice lower than I remember, but nostalgic.

I don't know what happened, I can only stare at the back of a man who stood to shelter the liner or Colette.

Bigger than myself, I would have 180 cm tall. Dark hair floats in the white mist Hakumu. Two swords held in both hands.

"You stay out of my way."

Above all, a spicy line, looking down on your opponent from far heights.

I've been chasing him for a long, long time since that day. A friend, a rival, the back of the man who was the target was there.