No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

◆ Jeremiah perspective

I was suddenly thrown out in the dark.

Weird story - it was a familiar darkness.

The training ground that was behind the coma forest.

I knew immediately that it was the "darkness" that was there.

I walk out of the darkness, and I'm about to get stuck.

(... that?

It's impossible for me to stick around.

My fingertips and toes naturally go as far as the tips of each hair, and I know by feeling.

Whatever the darkness, from different signs and intuitions, you can also get an accurate picture of the condition of the scaffold.

Walk in the dark for a while, checking for discomfort.

The discomfort quickly turned to certainty.

I push open the mirror rock and get out of the training ground.

The dim sunlight illuminates my body.

"I knew it."

I was - I was getting smaller.

He would be about four or five years old.

It was my body when I was in the woods.

"How did I get here... No, why? I feel like I'm forgetting something very important..."

Train at the deepest end of the dark forest.

It is my usual routine.

I don't understand why you questioned me there.

I walk into the woods towards the settlement.

The sky was stained with cedar.

The comatose forest in the depressed woods almost loses its sun exposure and its feet are quite dark during this time period.

(That...)

I felt like my stride was different than usual.

No matter how many legs you move, it's hard to move on.

I should be able to walk faster.

But I don't see why you thought that.

It's like I'm in a bigger body.

Twisting his neck, I return to the settlement.

My house was high up in the settlement.

Approaching the house, there are signs of people from inside.

That number is:

(Three?

You should only have parents at home.

The father relaxes in a chair made of knitted grass, while the mother is cooking meals.

It's rare to be a visitor at this hour.

Exploring the signs of the visitor, I tilted my neck.

"People with these signs, they're not in the settlement, are they?... That's crazy."

Would I have looked so hard for signs?

Well, if you train in the dark, you'll be sensitive to people's signs.

But it shouldn't have been so clear and impossible to identify people's signs.

Moreover,

"Give me this sign... you know what?

I'm not supposed to be a person in there, but I know the third sign.

The signs have no distinctive features.

However, that in itself is characteristic.

Signs of being perfectly controlled and put on the table as carefully as necessary.

The Lord of Signs is a tremendous maneuver.

I turn off my signs reflexively and slowly approach the house.

Peek inside through the gap in the door.

The Lord of attentive signs sat opposite his parents.

"You're not holding it up, are you?

The Lord of Signs said.

Are they in their thirties? He's a tough looking man in black.

I look at those sharp eyes, and I feel intuitive.

I'm a colleague.

A colleague?

What are you talking about?

What do I use as a "business" to mean my colleagues?

Even though I'm a witch in the woods?

(The eyes of a human being who makes a mistake of killing people, right)

The man and his colleagues?

Since when have I become an assassin?

(Wait... that guy... looks familiar. No, not quite. I'm under that guy...)

It slowly brings back memories.

Coma forest.

Escape.

Kidnapping.

Brainwashing.

Assassination.

And

(Mr. Edgar!

All my memories came back.

(I got on a spaceship and went into the heart-melting field. This should be among them)

A man says in the house while I face a tingling pain in the back of my head.

"Your lady has talent. You could make me a witch in the coma forest, but I guess there's a replacement for that, huh? Why don't you sell it to me?

A man took a leather bag out of his nose and placed it on the table.

From the sound, the bag is packed with gold coins.

"... Hmm. Not a bad story, but as far as we're concerned, I'm investing in that kid. It's hard to tailor a witch."

My father said.

Next to it, the mother takes the leather bag and checks its contents.

The man is laughing at his parents like that.

The man's face was unforgettable to me.

(Gazein Munzer, leader of the Assassination Order. Gazein and my parents?

There must have been no contact.

Gazein caught me escaping from the coma forest and brainwashed me to take him to "Yata-glass" to become an assassin.

It may be true, however, that we were close to the same period......

"So that's a shortage? Oh, man, even I have the money to keep the church."

Gazein says.

"We are the parents of that child. Do you have parents who sell their kids for this kind of money"

My mother said.

But...

(Lies, right)

The mother's expression and voice betray the word.

Most importantly, he kept his eyes in the leather bag.

Mother tells Gazein to give more money.

Gazein said, laughing wickedly.

"Anyway, it's someone else's kid. I don't think you have any love."

"That's not..."

"You know, there's no negotiating ground for you guys. I can take it with my strength. Can't you see I'm trying to calm you down, thinking about your future relationship?

That's what Gazein says, staring at his parents.

I found my parents frightened by the assassin's genuine intention to kill him.

After a while of silence, his father said.

"... ok. Take him. But that's not much."

"Hmm."

Gazein takes another leather bag out of his nose and throws it to his father.

His father received it in a hurry.

"... is that okay?

"Oh, oh... that would be good. Either way, he was having trouble handling it. It's nice to have excellent aptitude for darkness, but I can't wait to see those eyes that foresee everything. Don't tell me you're looking out for all the dark behind us."

"Really, he's a creepy kid. I can't believe you want to have that girl. I don't know who you are, but I don't think you're a decent person."

"Well, you're not even decent enough to sell a child to an undesirable person, even though you're not a real child."

That's what Gazein says and gets up.

And all of a sudden I looked over here.

"Jeremiah (...). You got it from me. I'm gonna let you do what I want, kill people, puppets for assassinations."

At some point, the door that was supposed to have been between me and the Gazeins was gone.

There is no home. It's just an endless white space.

All that's left is my parents and the chair where my parents are sitting.

My body has also returned to its present age from the age of four or five.

Gazein said as he reached out to me.

"Come on, Jeremiah. Your hands are already stained bright red with blood. How many men have held you and your hands won't get clean? Was it Edgar Culver? That righteous man will let you go when he finds out what kind of killing you've done."

Gazein laughed as he mocked.

"Look, Jeremiah. Don't think about it. You're not worth it. It's not worth it, like being held by a decent man and walking in the sun with him. Look, your parents sold you for money. I didn't take you. I gave it up. Jeremiah, you are the black jewel that shines when you are in the dark. You're nothing but a black stone in the light. Jeremiah, do you like that guy? Then give it up. With a darkness like yours, that man will sooner or later drown in darkness. For the sake of that man, you should go back into the dark... just like me!

I was just listening to Gazein's tongue.

But at last, I couldn't hold back.

- Give me a laugh.

I accidentally blew it out.

"Did you think I'd be upset when you showed me this stuff? Hey, secondary. You say you exist like a god, but you can only do this to this extent? Well, Edgar, you can't even beat me, can you?

I say to the universe.

No reply.

but the gazeine in front of me stopped like it was frozen.

"My parents sold me, or what? Well, Tsujitsu doesn't have to fit, but I guess I can't."

It's true that Gazein caught me escaping from the inside, so the timing only fits.

Most importantly, Lee was going to raise me as a witch. I should have needed it as a gear to keep inside, and I'm not sure I'd sell it to Gazein.

While parents were somewhat harsh about training, they pretended to love their children in everyday life. Edgar, if you say so in style, it's a candy and a munchkin. That's it, trying to make me an obedient witch.

"Mr. Catahal said it. If Legendary Heroes is Virtual Reality, the Melting of Minds field is Real Virtuality. The space where virtuality erodes reality, huh? If so, if I really take this, I guess that means it's going to be real."

My own history is being rewritten by virtual means.

If I admit it, I will be a poor girl who was sold for money to her step-parents and tailored to an assassin.

And most likely, Edgar, you never helped me, and I live and die from darkness to darkness, and it's decided that I was just an assassin.

I won't admit that.

I don't care about my own worth.

But you admitted it, Edgar.

He wants me to be his only lover. When the battle is over, I want to get married and live with you.

So at least it's worth it for me, Edgar.

Edgar in me is absolutely worth it, so if that Edgar admits me, I can absolutely admit myself.

I gently stroked the ring that fell into my left hand pharmacopoeia and said to the three of them.

"Hey, how long do I have to hang out with this monkey play?

My parents stood up and lined up to the left and right of Gazein.

My parents looked like a mirage, and the next moment, as I switched "Chanel" of "Terebi," I became gazaine.

In addition to the gazein that was there from the beginning, there were two gazeins whose parents changed.

There will be three convenient gazeins.

Three gazeins pull out their daggers simultaneously.

"Wow, that's tough. Even you, Edgar, struggled with three Gazein Munzers! This is so out of my hands! It's over. Uh-huh. What did you think I was gonna say?

Pull the short machine gun out from behind your hips and pull the trigger.

Makes a light noise with the tattatan and the muzzle jumps.

One of the gazeins fell down with a red hole in his forehead.

The other two had put a bullet in their way for business.

At the same time, [phantom magic] is used to create multiple identities for each.

Together with the main body, Gazein totaled seven.

"Normally I can play [phantom magic]."

Now I didn't even feel enchanted.

Within the heart-melting field, do you mean the phantom becomes an entity as it is?

"What? So this isn't about being separated, it's all real? Seven gazaines."

When this happens, you can't be alarmed.

Originally Gazein was a superior assassin.

Above and beyond the skill level, you have your own sense of smell in killing the other person.

(Now what is it?)

With that in mind, the Gazeins created more separation.

Seven bodies each produced a few, in total...... uh, nineteen? Seriously?

"If you do. Hurry up and take him down, or he'll be in big trouble!

Two biscuits in the pocket. Four biscuits when I tap it.

Had Edgar ever told the children of Yata-glass?

I keep pulling the trigger on the short machine gun, while I snap the muzzle to the side.

From chest to forehead, bullet marks were worn by the gazaines as they jumped diagonally.

I pull the knife out on my left hand and look back.

Gimp!

Take a dagger with a knife.

At some point, one of the gazains was circling behind him.

I try to tangle a dagger with a knife, but there's just a gazene, pulling a dagger, and vice versa, coming for my wrist.

A dagger slit my wrist.

Spray, blood.

But they are all (...) phantoms (...).

A knife held by my real hand pierces Gazein's throat.

"If [phantom magic] works here, I'll use it."

It's just hard to get a split, but I can do enough about this.

"I hate Gazein, but I admit it as a great assassin's forerunner."

Twist the knife grip.

The blade of the knife is ejected with a powerful spring engraved in the pattern.

The knife crept through Gazein's orbit in the back.

"That's this big sale. I wish I could go to hell with him, but I feel sorry to be treated like this."

I wipe out short machine guns, cleave them with a knife, unleash magic... and destroy the Gazeins by all means.

Exactly, it's a threat that as many opponents as Gazein will come up and push.

I get wounds all over my body.

Mr. Alphesia, if it weren't for your handmade battlewear, it's possible you would have borne the deep hand.

Conversely, Gazein Munzer is still an exceptional assassin, as he is equipped with battlewear made by Mr. Alphesia, even though I am injured by his hand.

"It's a good opportunity, even for me. You defeated Gazein, Edgar. [M] Maybe I was dragging him around somewhere."

He's the one who's taken, brainwashed, and used himself.

If I could, I wanted to kill him with my own hands.

Besides,

"In the end, I'm an assassin, too, right? Gazein was right to put his eyes on me. I'm the only one who can pass on Gazein's technology, Edgar."

Edgar, if it's for you, I'm not gonna hate killing people.

There, there's no justice.

I will fight for you, Edgar.

It is your role to do justice. [M]

Edgar, there can be no mistake in your justice.

No, I don't mind where I was wrong.

Edgar, if you're going to die there, I'm going to die with you, and if you're going to hell, I'll be happy to follow you.

"Still... that's too much, this"

Knock it down or knock it down doesn't reduce the number.

Rather, it may be increasing.

"Jeremiah, have you not forgotten me?

Naturally, I hear voices from behind.

"Ah, Mr. Ciel. Sorry, I totally forgot."

'Totally. I think Jeremiah could take care of this kid a little more.'

"I'm sorry. That's right, if it was a wide-area annihilation, it was this way."

I pull the Holy Sword (Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler)) from my back.

It is a sword of the brave, who can freely exploit dimensions and also slash and tear their opponents from dimension to dimension.

"Honestly, it's an excessive tool for me."

'That's not true. The Holy Sword himself admitted it, didn't he?

"Why didn't you do it to you, Edgar?

Hearing what I've been wondering for a long time, I create a dimensional fault in the front with the Holy Sword (Space Feather Grip (Space Ruler)).

The gazaines, who were approaching from the front, glanced at the fault.

'What do you think a brave man is?

"Come on. Sorry, but I'm not interested"

I slaughter the glaring gazaines in the "Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler)".

It was a distance beyond the sword reach, but it doesn't matter if you slash and tear every dimension.

The gazenes fall to the ground with a bump as they expose their rounded torso.

"To stand up to no matter how powerful your opponent is for your beliefs"

"You're very kind."

'It isn't either. It's just a matter of fate. The inside of the person is not questioned. If necessary, try to break the wall that stands even with a punch in the head. Even if my head seemed to shatter more as a result. You can't call yourself a brave man unless you're crazy in a good or a bad way'

"I see, I'm crazy, and you're not crazy, Edgar. That's right."

Rotate as you wave the holy sword.

A few pieces of guzzine gushing from behind me are slashed and torn apart.

I jump on the spot, scaffolding the "dimension" to jump even further.

The steel thread unleashed by one of the Gazeins rushes through where I was just before.

"A holy sword is a demon sword that is old. You're a demon sword that's calmed down a little after you're old. Most importantly, I took over the intelligence originally provided for the Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler) when I was deprived of my body by a pestle.

"You did. But does that matter now?

"I have a lot. We're in the melting field now, aren't we?

"I see! Did you have that hand?"

Sure, I just thought I couldn't get around alone.

Gazein can be defeated, but in the meantime it increases.

This one also gets a hand injury.

I have [fatigue transfer] skills, so I don't have to worry about being as tired and unable to move as you are, Edgar, but if the damage builds up, it's inevitable that the movement will slow down.

The rate at which this one destroys the gazeine and the rate at which it grows is antagonistic.

If I didn't increase my annihilation speed more than I do now, it would have been my best calculation.

But...

Slash a lot of gazein with the Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler). Using the real virtuality that makes up the Gazein to rebuild me - the brave Alsherat Chambers'

"Wow! If Mr. Ciel is resurrected, I can say goodbye to the brave title!

I slash, slash, slash.

Gazein's body is jammed to the ground.

The battlefield has presented the appearance of the Corpse Mountain Blood River.

My legs can slip because of blood and stolen goods, so I use the Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler) to kick in the air all the time.

Vertically, wave the sword to the side.

Manipulate the dimension with a sword and mold it into a cone to pierce the gazaines together.

Create a dimensional needle, eject it in all directions, and stop the gazaines.

And

'Enough. I'll go!'

With Mr. Siel's words, the Holy Sword (Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler)) glows.

Let go of the holy sword trying to float alone.

The holy sword floats in the air.

The Holy Sword, which presides over dimension and space, reconstructs its original handshake.

A light wrapped human form gripped the pattern of the Holy Sword and raised it high.

The light goes out.

A woman holding the holy sword raises her name.

"Alsherat Chambers, the brave man of the Holy Sword (Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler)! Join the Jeremiah Lotteroot Culver by righteousness!

From there - there's nothing more to talk about.

"Hey, that was tough."

"Right. I had no idea this was going to happen."

When I speak to the woman - Mr. Siel, he says in the same tone as he did when he was in the Holy Sword.

I'm about 24 or 5 years old. Long faded golden hair conceals white nakedness.

He couldn't rebuild even his clothes, and Mr. Ciel is currently completely naked. The return blood of the Gazein Munzers seemed to cover his entire body, while still wearing a red dress.

but that look is sunny and doesn't make a tragic impression. Instead of beauty, it's more of an atmosphere like a good man, or a beautiful man in a man's dress. Wouldn't you be hotter on a woman than a man? I'm Edgar, though.

"Was the reincarnator Kizakitool turned before? It's the first time I've seen the real thing."

"We've been together forever, so it doesn't taste fresh,"

Mr. Ciel nods.

"Still, when I'm critical, is Mr. Minagi okay?

"You're worried. Most importantly, she is also chosen by the Devil's Sword. I even have the Devil's Eye, so I'd like to believe I can handle it."

Mr. Ciel repeatedly holds and opens his hands and jumps gently as he talks to me.

"How do you feel about getting your body back?"

"That's pretty good. The truth is, I imagined a few years younger."

"Like Mr. Minagi?

"Yeah. You said Mr. Minagi was rejuvenated by the reconstruction when he crossed into Marquecto! It's cheating! What kind of Merchant is it to go back to the age you were when you met the man of your choice! I can't forgive you!

"Oh, yes..."

All of a sudden, I pulled seriously on Mr. Shiel.

(No, he was like this)

Edgar, you called me a shame beauty.

No, it wasn't Mr. Siel himself at that time, but Kizakitool was turning into Mr. Siel.

"But this is how I regained my body. I will use my reputation as a brave man to try to catch a young man! This time, I'm not just a brave man, I'm one of the brave ones who saved the world!

"Yeah, well, yeah..."

I take my gaze off Mr. Siel and look around.

Surrounded by piles of corpses.

It is also, all the bodies of Gazein Munzer.

Though the head of the assassination denomination, sympathy cannot be forbidden for this treatment.

(In front of this sight, it's amazing what you can think of about Siehl)

Mr. Ciel himself, he is bathing quite a bit of returning blood.

In that state, he said, "Get the man. Huh!" There will be no man who would like to approach you, seeing what you intend to do.

Whether or not there is a man of any measure who can receive Mr. Siel.

Except for you, Edgar, of course.

"More than that, it's you, Edgar. I wonder if I can manage to get to the helper knife."

"That sounds a little difficult. This is not a decent space and space, so even the power of Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler) is unlikely to escape."

Well, I guess I'll just have to wait.

I snap and sit there looking for a relatively clean ground.

"You're calm."

Mr. Ciel asks.

"Edgar, you'll be fine."

"It's tremendous trust. After all, because I could be with him?

"Hey, I wonder what you're talking about. It has nothing to do with it, Edgar. You'll be fine."

"In fact, how was it? On the bed."

"Oh, that's what I forbid you to ask!

"Eh. I'm free anyway, and we'll have a girls-talk."

"Girl......?

"Ko, my heart will always be a girl! Even Jeremiah would be an adult already!

Mr. Ciel was angry when his face turned bright red.

"Ma, okay. If you want to hear my curse, I'll tell you as much as I can. Mr. Ciel, that doesn't seem to be the experience."

"Hey, what are you talking about!? I'm experienced! She's a bad girl who manipulates a man with her bare hands! Even on the bed is the Space Wing Grip!

"Can you clarify if it's an adult female route or an eternal girl route..."

I couldn't help it, so I made fun of Mr. Ciel while we talked cursorily and decided to wait for you to settle.