Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

I generally understand the basic usage.

All that's left is demonic fusion and holy demonic fusion, right?

Both are technologies that gain great destructive power that can be trump cards instead of straining the sword.

With all this, I've managed to beat the opponent that I might be a little harsh before.

In addition to that, if you have this body that dies several times, you can counteract at least the extent to which even your opponent, who is more qualified than you, does not die instantly.

If not at all, but worst, I feel very comfortable being able to pretend to be dead.

Really the worst. The worst. In that case, you might want to pretend to be dead and run away after a while without bothering fighting.

It is my motto that a man has when he has to force himself to stand up to it, but as soon as he thinks he can't unless he does.

It's a species of life.

"Well, why don't we go next?"

Once again, Crope prepared a trial puppet and stepped back, and I nodded and began to pour magic and chi into my own sword at the same time.

Repeated acts over and over, but still, it doesn't go in so easily no matter how many times you do it.

You feel the pressure as if you're forcing water into a leather bag that's about to burst.

That's probably why when the sword touched the subject, the hit part burst.

Now it can be used not only to burst, but also to thinly stretch both magic and chi over the surface of the sword, increasing the sharpness than when the magic or chi is poured alone, but in any case, the duration of both is quite short.

It will only continue to be refined, something like that.

With that in mind, if I looked at the sword where I could fully instill magic and attention into it, I could understand that the hardness of the sword increased and that there was a sense of being able to manipulate the soil and sand at the same time.

Chi alone increases hardness and can manipulate dirt and sand if you instill magic.

That's the kind of sword, so it was as expected in a way that it would be if both powers were poured at the same time.

However, what would be different from when each force was used alone would be that both effects would feel more numerous than when used alone.

In fact, if I cut the doll in that state, the cutting surface would be extremely smooth, and if I manipulated the sand, the total amount of sand that I could manipulate would be quite large and streamlined.

A slight change in magic and attention was also made, and the effect of cutting the doll again would have been solid to explode.

In other words, it's generally something on the extension line of effectiveness so far, and it feels like it can maintain each enhanced state.

This would seem best if we could fight in this state all the time, I immediately thought so, but it is common in the world that things are not so easy to carry.

This means that as the demonic fusion technique persisted, fatigue grew in equal numbers.

To be specific, it took about ten seconds to dash as hard as I could, but if I kept it for thirty seconds, I couldn't even stand up for a while.

"... you're too user-friendly, this..."

At least, fatigue was the only thing that made me fatigue when I used Magic Fusion with a common sword, not so far.

After all, it has become quite burdensome to continue to maintain a state where the sword continues to produce curing and earth-sand manipulation efficacy at the same time and is increasing the performance of the sword.

If I exceed thirty seconds and still keep using it, I might break myself before the sword itself breaks.

Even I, the undead, am this.

Wouldn't it be dry if a normal human used it?

It was such a dangerous sword that I thought so.

Crope says worryingly as he looks down at me falling asleep with his hands and feet wide open on the ground and encouraging him to recover from fatigue.

"... you okay?

"... well, you're just tired. It's not like there's something wrong with your body."

"Well... there aren't many demon swords that want people to pay something for it, while strengthening the effectiveness of the sword itself. I was worried that was the sword."

Surely there are quite a few swords like that in the world.

"... For your information, what kind of a shitty demon sword does Crope think, for example?

From the blacksmith's point of view, he asked me what a dangerous sword was, and Crope thought a little before answering.

"... right. Easy to understand, it cuts life expectancy. The more I use it, the more my life will be cut off. Instead, as death approaches, the power of the sword rises more and more... and the bearer is driven by madness so that he doesn't know his enemies and allies... or something rare that I've seen before, when held in my hand, like a needle comes out of the patterned part, gushing through the hand of the bearer. And from that needle part, he sucked the owner's blood to strengthen his sword's abilities. Well, I don't think it's a lot anyway, but it's definitely a powerful sword. And that kind of weapon rolls over the hands of all kinds of owners, and they become famous. You've heard about what I just said, haven't you?

I've certainly heard of both.

Between fellow adventurers, it's like asking a booze knob.

The Devil's Swords, who may gain glory if they get it, but also enclose the fate of ruin at the same time.

The names of the owners are sometimes also spoken, but many change in a short period of time.

If anyone continues to possess it for an occasional long period of time, that is what is spoken of as a hero.

But at the end of the day, the fate of the unemployed awaits such heroes.

The adventurer learns it in the story of the bards.

You deserve it, or I would have used it better than that, with that said.

Still, the adventurer who wants the Devil's Sword is endless.

The reason is simple.

I mean, it's just... no, it's like me when I was a bronze adventurer with no future in sight.

I can't give up my dreams forever, I just can't help but reach out and stretch even further with despair ahead.

There are few such adventurers in any given time.

And there are quite a few who truly grasp it.

That's why poetry stays.

There's a poem about the rise and the ruin that rolls ahead.

The sword that stood in place of someone's grave marker with the end of the story, and one day someone else pulls it out and inherits it it.

with the fate of ruin.

Is this sword of mine the same as that?

Unless I'm the undead...

I don't know.

I'm just pretty sure he's a pretty dependable partner to me right now.

Be sure to use it... it would be interesting if it stayed in the poem.

I thought so.