I'm up against my enemies on the Harvaral Plains, which will be a battlefield.
The end of the war is about to open.
I'm in the right, so I'm in the right wing.
This team has all the classmates.
It is solidified around with dragon cavalry soldiers. Even if we storm the enemy with this, they will attack while being protected by the soldiers around them.
And beside me is the West Garden Temple.
He says he's acting as a stopper to stop me if I run wild.
I can tell just by being here. The air is tingling.
The war is about to start again.
In such tension, cheers come from the enemy formation.
From a cheering enemy formation, one came out.
It's a horse with horns on it. Probably a demon.
On that demon is a ghost in armor.
The skin color is the same as ours and the armor looks similar to Japanese armor.
"I am Zetski Shpon, a son of the Shpon family whose Ghost Nine family draws on the stream of the Shtens. Apply for a one-horse beating all the time!
It's not a nomination. One hit, or who the hell is going to get out?
If that's what you think, one of us came out of this formation.
"I am Shadam Flame, Deputy Commander of the Dragon Cavalry Regiment. I'll take care of your opponent!
A man named Shadam on the subdragon sets up a song knife.
A ghost named Zetsuki, who opposes him, also sets up a gold bar, which is his weapon, and makes him run his horse.
Watch that move. Shadam makes the subdragon run, too.
As we approached each other's weapons to the distance they bumped into each other, we hit each other's weapons.
Hit each other's weapons with a combination, a combination, and a triple as they echo around the sound of metal and metal hitting each other that arises at that time.
Two fighting, scattering sparks | (one and one ghost?) Soldiers from both armies who fall in love with the battle.
Eventually, that everlasting beating ends.
Shadam's song knife splashed his body with a decent Zetsuki gold bar.
Zetsuki, who sees it, laughs niggardly and shakes up the gold bars.
I aimed Shadam's head and shook it down.
(Getting hit.)
Everyone in the class and the soldiers watching think so, closing their eyes.
But the gold bars never hit Shadam's head.
A swinging gold bar stops around Shadam's head.
No, it seems more right to be stopped than stopped.
Around the shadam, the green wind covers the shadam.
Protected by the wind, Shadam hands on a broken sword body.
"'Wind. Be my sword (sword), wind (wind) blade (blade)'"
When I said that, the wind gathered on my broken body and turned into a green blade.
Shadam waved the sword down.
Zetsuki also tries to prevent the sword with gold bars.
Though I thought the magic blade prevented it from hitting the gold bar.
At the next moment, the wind blade slid through the gold bars and cut Zetsuki's body from his right shoulder to his left belly.
"If it's silly, it's a joke, it's off ⁉"
"There is no entity in the wind. We can't prevent what's missing."
Saying so, Shadam shook up his sword and cut Zetsuki's neck off.
Zetsuki's body, which blossoms of blood, falls from the horse.
Shadam puts up his sword, making a winning name.
"Zetski Shpon was taken over by this Shadam Flame!
After shouting like that, I get cheered up by my allies a little late.
Conversely, they scream frightened from the enemy formation.
"Now is a good time. Central, strike!
Legion leader of the Dragon Cavalry Regiment,... what was his name?
Uh-huh, I can't remember. Can I ask you later?
The commander of the regiment issued an assault order to a central formation of troops.
The central Dragon Cavalry Regiment reassembles its formation as it storms.
This shape is like an arrow.
The opposing enemy has not formed a formation, and has stormed without forming a formation.
Before that disorderly assault, he was easily kicked before the assault, which was organized in an arrow-like formation of the Dragon Cavalry Regiment.
Even though the enemy is disturbed enough to control and can no longer be called an army, the Raided Dragon Cavalry Regiment turns around and launches a second raid.
The assault stopped and the ghost army was devastated.
"All right, move your wings forward!
That's what the Legion Leader ordered, so the right wing, with the left wing and us, starts moving forward.
As the right wing moves, so do we.
It feels like both the left and right wing are moving slowly and neatly rather than storming the enemy.
The enemies are already scattered, so it seems better to think they are no longer moving into a sweep battle rather than an assault.
(Wasn't there a place for me to play...)
I look up at the sky as I move my horse forward.
How do you think people are doing by now?
(Well, I found out you had great strength in your previous training, so you'll be fine)
I was wondering, and suddenly an arrow flew in between my eyes.
I tried to avoid it in a hurry, but it hit my shoulder.
"Around!"
"Tenjo, what are you blurring about? We're at war now. Tighten your fucking head!
"Shh, sorry."
I honestly apologized because it was my carelessness, pulled out the arrow that stabbed me in the shoulder and threw that arrow away.
But when I pulled out the arrow, I immediately fainted and my consciousness became blurred.
"... gi... what's up? Ahmagi."
The voice of Nishien Temple became heard in the distance.
And the horse vibrated and it fell.
With a little shake, it never fell, but for some reason it did now.
"Hey, Tenjo, hold on!
"If the arrow now... this arrow is poisoned!
"Hygienist, hygienist!
I lost consciousness at the end of the voice.