"But dammit. I knew it was against my muscles………………"
When it was settled, he put his sword away and Brad blurred.
Still a lot of scratchy remarks, but I know what you mean.
I was just about to say something about it.
"…… Brad?
The bottom cold Marie's voice sounded.
"Argh. Marie......"
"What is, what is, what is,"
Marie, with her hands on her hips, is so angry, she stares at Brad like that.
Note that Marie, who is a mummy, has no eyeballs, so I'm afraid of this again.
"... You said you wouldn't use that move anymore, right?
That move? You don't want to use it anymore?
"Hey, what are you talking about?
"Unstoppable! Um, it's a move to use your ribs to involve your opponent's weapons!!
"No, but now I don't have guts or anything anymore..."
"Ha!? Brad, did you do that in your lifetime!?
"I did it, this guy!!
Marie continues in such a way as to be indignant.
"You won't believe it!
Nod.
I don't believe it.
I thought it was a unique move for the undead... but speaking of which, the undead doesn't grow.
Essentially, the moves you roll out conform to your lifetime.
I mean, if you've never made that crazy move in your life, you can't imitate it like that.
"At that time, a daemon with a spike sword engraved with the phrase" Penetratus "was the opponent."
"He's a handsome guy, he's incompatible with the product, and he was about to slip out of me and go into Marie..."
"Not with you!!
Did you feed your torso, wrap it around your ribs, twist it down, and cut your neck?
................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... That's exactly what War Ghost does.
"Oh, you've lived a lot, haven't you?
"If it weren't for prayer, he'd be dead. It's decided!
"That's why you decided to turn it into Omei's Prayer Ate!
Wow....................................
That's the kind of tactic that works.
And Marie, it was about shelter...
"I am! I thought you died instantly! You seriously worried about me! I told you not to do it again!
Rarely, Marie is angry with Gamigami.
Yeah, I know how Brad feels, but I also know how Marie feels.
... That would piss Marie off too, Brad.
I laughed and watched Brad get angry. [M]
Even me on the boulder, I kind of figured it out.
- I don't even eat dogs. Oh, my God.
◆
"Uh, whatever."
Honey, and Brad imitated the cough.
"Will, you couldn't beat me, but if this is all you can do, you're good.... couldn't beat me though! You couldn't beat me though!!
"Don't stress it twice! It's nasty already!!!
Damn. There's no way you can predict such perverse manoeuvres!!
I've decided properly in advance how to wield the great sword of great power and the policy of poking at the lightness of the weights, and I've been flipped over after all the tactics I've put together!
"Ha ha, how do you feel now?
"Ugh!! Next time, I'll totally seal it from the front!
And I said, "Hey, hey, how do you feel right now?" or something like that!!
"Ha ha, that intent, that intent, Will. Kun?
"I'm not on track!
"Stay."
I'm going to get caught. It feels good!
"Ugh, take it seriously! You won't be able to move on!
"Heh..."
Brad snorts at Marie's sermon.
"But that's it... if it's a special sword or something like that, I could teach him now."
"No?
"I don't think so."
Brad firmly affirms, shrugging his shoulders.
"I didn't mean to tailor you to just 'my artifact'.
So the way I fight and the way you fight is different. A reliable move for me could be a shackle for you, right?
Besides, as I said before, I use moves under limited circumstances. I can't help asking for one move. "
The words spoken are calm.
I feel like a warrior of war style.
"It's more basic than that. Make sure you can always use what you've learned."
Tong, and Brad pokes my chest plate with his fist.
Marie looks at us like that and smiles.
"Me and Marie. … the important thing is that we've all been taught."
fists of feverless skeletons.
But I did feel something warm, twitching in my chest from there.
So just be a little brave,
"Yes.... Father, Mother!
Tightened his chest, laughed and answered that.
"Ha, it's your father, huh? No, I don't know if that's what's gonna happen."
Brad laughed at the tease.
"It's going to be. Hehe…………………………."
And Marie laughs.
I was kind of embarrassed and scratched my head like it was lit. [M]
Then I had a laugh, me, Brad and Marie.
It was cozy.
From the bottom of my heart, I thought it was a shame.
In the spring, I had to leave because I had no choice but to be sexually remorseful.
◆
"... right. Well, I can't teach you profanity, but I mean as a sign of parental separation."
"I'll do the trick."
After a glimpse of laughter, it was that demon sword that Brad used to settle the offer by unbanding his sword.
That disastrous, luscious, matte, black, one-handed sword.
"Of all the demon swords I possess, it's the strongest wave."
... the strongest? With Brad's hand? What, to a boulder. It's,
"You didn't even win, but you didn't."
"It was a sign of parental separation, wasn't it? Here, pull it out."
And Brad forced me to hold a one-handed sword in my hand.
When I wrapped my sword around it with hesitation, I drew my sword.
…………
matte black, double-edged single-handed sword (broadsword).
The center of gravity is leaning around the slightly swollen tip, and the cutting power seems high.
The decorations have some disastrous impression, and the crimson text running around is demonic and glossy.
"The name is" What You Eat Up (Overeater) ".
Superior to the Devil's Sword. The "Wood Spirit (Echo)" of the gods will be the target, but even the blade can be slashed.
The inscribed phrase is extremely elusive, but in effect it is a word. "
Brad talks indifferently.
"If this sword kills a vital being, only the decapitated user's vitality will be restored."
... Huh?
"Uh, wait. Wrong hearing?"
"When this sword kills a life-like being, only the slashed user's life-life is restored.... It's not a mistake.
It's a sword that can be the final winner just because you're swinging around without thinking about it in a brawl, Brad said.
Imagine what that means, and I'll be blue.
"You're smart and you're already guessing... I'll tell you just in case. Don't pull it out as much as you can. Don't count on it. Don't even show it to people."
Brad talks indifferently.
"He makes the handles' stronger ', but it's not a famous sword of the category that enhances the spirit of the handles.
If you rely on it, your sword will soon become arrogant and frivolous, and the less shadow you see, the weaker it becomes.
Rise and shine, run into each other, be poisoned, be surrounded by archers in far-flung winds, and then go upside down to the bottom of the Naruto. "
In that sense, Brad said it was the Devil of Truth (...) sword.
"Ma, I'm an immortal. I don't have life force, so I don't have this guy to suck or suck. Totally useless long stuff.
So I'll do it to you at this time. I've told you a lot, but you'll be fine, and you know where to use it. "
Marie nodded in agreement, too.
They believe I can handle such horrible things.
My chest ached a little, according to my memories of my previous life.
The more you two believe me... Am I a big person?
"Come on. If you give me the Devil's Sword, I'll tell you more about it than ever! Let's talk about this sword!
A bright voice sounds as if to dispel such a moment of apprehension.
"Of course it's about this sword... you wanted to know, with us and your history."
It is.
It has been on the back of my mind.
…… Brad……………. "
Brad turns his gaze to Marie.
Marie smiled and nodded.
"Will, it's one more person."
"... I promise I'll tell you when I'm big. You've grown big enough, mind and body."
A little long, but I'll tell you, Brad said.
"It is the story of the king of the demons who tried to conquer this continent, the King of the Forever.
Talk about many heroes and our defeat and death. "
Za, and.
Cold winds ran up and out as they passed through the cemetery at the foot of the hill.
- And it's also about why you grew up here.