Shadow Brave's Readventure - Re-Tale of the Brave

With the sword that was to be called the Divine Sword, Kate visions far away. That's somewhere, not here. But it's everywhere. There, an unnamed soldier falls down.

"Oh... I missed you..."

"I want to go home..."

"Sorry...... na......"

Mouth, mouth your feelings for the thinker. Very few people speak of resentment before they die. Normally, I think of my loved ones. Anyway, that's really the last of it. The resentment must have disappeared far in the past. The last thing that will remain will be a really important 'something'.

……

That's what Kate saw. I've seen a lot. And I've heard that lament. To the dreams of the great kings. To the blood tide of the brave generals. "Unnamed" soldiers who are 'consumed' in the shadow of the flourishing heroes. Disappearing into the shadows of history, little gears.

They're not some kind of hero. They're not brave anywhere. The 'nameless' who fought for their country and their king as soldiers everywhere and just scattered. He was everywhere.

"... are you satisfied with this? It's a dream. Terrible roll. Hegemony. So, King's Road... and get these guys involved... so, are you satisfied...?

Kite turns into the 'Nameless' and asks a number of heroes, kings, and braves. It was like praying somewhere. So be satisfied.

And there will be no remorse in their lifetime. Lived to the fullest. I got my surroundings involved, I got a lot involved, and I still lived to the fullest. That's the heroic way of life that everyone yearns for. And the heroes can only live like that, so they're heroes.

That's what I did. Metaphor Whether its end is a tragedy or a comedy, there can be no remorse for them. I don't care if you have one. Kate is also going to live a way that she doesn't regret, more than once she became a hero. Otherwise, 'consumed' here means nothing to their lives.

That's too much for them to pay off. If you ran as hard as you could, I want you to keep your chest up even when the metaphor ends in tragedy. So he lives with his chest up. Because it doesn't pay off.

"... oh, I would get involved too. And it already involved a lot. I also became a hero. To the brave man everyone knows. To the exchangers everyone knows...... oh, they're back." I "came back to" Hero (here) "again, even if I lost everything. Maybe there was help from them. But it still came back."

Kate is the battlefield where everyone has died, and one person makes a monologue. It was with mourning.

"I'm a normal person. I wanted to be, and I wanted to be... but I didn't do that more than I chose. I want to fight for my loved ones. I hope so, and he stood up for me to be with the 'heroes'. It was the pole of people...... and again. I showed you the way here. Now, with my help."

Since the birth of his soul, Kate puts on a grand chest that nothing has changed. There was a shining soul. There was a beautiful soul. But he was mediocre. There was nothing else special except to be in the oldest category in the world.

Nothing special. A normal soul. If you look at the heroes and then you see them, a normal soul like everyone else will be discouraged unexpectedly. I was taught a hero, that's all. That should have been all. But still, he brushed it up without fail, and became a soul with an unbeatable glow for a hero.

"So... I'm not lost. Reach for contraindications. I wonder how powerful the enemy would be. No matter how right the enemy is. Whatever big thing the enemy has... I have to win."

Kate speaks of determination. What everyone wants and no one can do. Normally, a normal person cannot destroy a country. Crying sleep is normal if the other person becomes a 'country'. That's because they're mighty. He'll be with you if he's a 'hero'.

If, at any rate, we destroy our country, we destroy our heroes, and that alone will cost our innocent people countless lives. Everyone is afraid of that horror and will not destroy it. But kite only breaks the country if he's normal the other way around. Sacrifice everything in the world for the precious' something 'in your own hands. Everywhere, it was a shallow' person '. But that's why my voice sounded.

"... this is not the art of calling heroes"

"... this is the art of summoning unnamed soldiers"

"... this is never a glorious technique"

"… this is the art of representing temporary dreams to the world"

"" "Therefore, this is not the right way. It's the art of cutting the world apart and manipulating the world into your own hands. Therefore, it should not be used" "

Many voices sing in unison. It speaks of the dangers of this technique. Because they are the heroes of the name, 10,000 people are convinced even if they are summoned to this world. That's why the heroes are the heroes. Not like 10,000 people. The 'right' ones. If so, it is they who are the dreams of men themselves, and the manifestation of their dreams is forgiven.

Beyond that logic, it is no greater difference than mere resuscitation of the dead. It's in people's hands. but kite ignored it. And what you see are the many 'nameless' soldiers lying around.

"... you know, that sort of thing. No matter how beautiful that word is, it has no power to change reality. Beauty is helpless before reality."

There was a king who bound the king. There were heroes who fell in love with the heroes. There were brave men whom the people admired. But no one is blind to the soldiers scattered in that shadow. Blooming moonlight grass next to a large circle of flowers. No one looks to the flower.

"... I won't forget. Your tears. The last thing I wanted to do was go home."

Kate took someone's hand. It was the hand of those who would do their best in the next few seconds. Even Kite is the hand of those who are dying beyond salvation. All I can do later is say two or three words. So he realized that someone had taken his hand, and he uttered a small word.

"... tell him... tell him I love him..."

"Oh, I know...... so rest in peace"

"Ah......"

Rest in peace, the 'nameless' soldier closes his eyes. I didn't say anything about who to tell. Still, the words you wanted me to take. Words I want you to tell my dear 'Someone'. Kite takes it.

"We're just gears that are squandered and consumed by you guys and crushed... but even one gear has a name... we're not heroes... everyone forgets, unnamed soldiers..."

The braves, the heroes, the kings adorn the history of war with glory. Later, they are 'consumed'. They're consumables. A foul spot of battle that everyone doesn't want to see. The casualties of war, expressed simply in numbers. Unnamed war dead. Human troublemakers (sacrifices) no one tries to know about the habit of creating resentment.

"You 'heroes', someone listens at the end...... hey... who listened to these guys without a name? Oh, you guys would have heard. I know that. But a huge guy is dead, so irrelevant."

Kate moans and asks countless voices. In an attempt to bind the heroes, to bind the brave ones, behind them, the 'nameless' soldier is always sacrificed. Same as my former self, a 'nameless' soldier. They're not special.

"You guys don't get it. Kings falling in love with the heroes. Heroes falling in love with the brave guys... no matter how hard you try, you guys don't understand... they've had it since the beginning, you never know. 'Cause I didn't know. Okay, I'm just being able to be...

Kate disputes the heroes. They're right. Absolutely, you're right everywhere. I have something 'special' as a hero, but I can therefore preach correctness. The room for something rich. Only if you can afford it can you preach 'correctness'. Kite, who had also become a hero in the past world, was now preaching it.

So I advise you not to use it on Kite. This must not be done, I assure you. Don't use contraindications, preach the logic. Don't take the power to destroy humanity, I warn you.

"Hey... has anyone ever saved you with that 'correctness'? No... before that. Did that 'correctness' save me now? Oh, if this was me and the old 'us', they would have saved us. But what about me?

……

Countless voices shut up. I know the answer. So I just have to shut up. There are lives that cannot be saved just by being right. That's only if they were heroes, too, they understood.

"You're not... 'I' was saved in an incorrect way. Oh, yeah." He "broke for me. It broke. But it saved me. Only I must not preach what you call 'correctness'. I am obliged to continue to rebuke you for preaching 'correctness'. Then there is an unsaved soul, obliged to cry out. There are more unjustly demeaning lives in this world than just being right can save everything."

Far past 'kite' borrows the mouth of the present kite to argue against countless voices. There are lives to be saved by the 'incorrect' method. It doesn't make sense if you're not saved the right way. Yes, the voices will want to preach. But I can't do that either. Anyway, there's a man here who could only have been saved.

"Doesn't it make sense if you're not saved the right way? Ha, just kidding. I... No, we appreciate it. Thanks to you, I have it now. This happiness was obtained thanks to 'him'"

From among the kites, countless past kites emerge. It was once a wretched hero who destroyed his country and brought its doom together. It was once a great brave man who protected his country and wore it down. He was the demon king who wielded despair in the world. Faces, ages, races, positions, that's what even the world was born and raised in falls apart. And they were all, for some reason, never to be saved. It is inevitable and imperative to sink into the mourning. It was in that kind of statute.

But their faces were calm now. Someone saved me. In exchange for himself, it was he who took all things mercilessly and saved them at the expense of his dreams and even those who became friends. And if so, my thoughts were one.

"" "We assure you... even if it's not the right way, the lives saved make sense. Therefore, there is no contraindication. Sutra, equal, mere power." "

It is only if lives saved in an 'incorrect' way that Kate affirms that it makes sense to be saved. "Correctness." Each one of you. There is no way that 10,000 people can accept it in common.

So the way he was saved also had 'right'. I just can't accept it by 10,000 people. That's how Kite now brings the king's style. Style as an overwhelming king with no hiding. It was the style of a king who reached out to contraindications and bound an army consisting of the living and the dead, past and present.

"Let's accept their mourning. If only I had been robbed."

"To their hatred, let us show understanding. If I'm the one who hated you."

"Let's bring healing to their suffering. Because I'm the one who suffered."

The kites of the far past tell you what they think. So he's a shadow. A shadow that can be anyone. Shadows that are shapeless and anything. So, the Shadow Brave. Someone's shadowed, hero.

From the heroes who would have extremed themselves, he is the one to contend with in heretic children. Being without special reason, without special power, and brave by circumstances and consequences. Nor have you got the legendary weapon, nor are you drawing the blood of a hero, the mediocre decentralization that exists everywhere.

Hence, he kills heroes. The worst that has shown that the unworthy can become the capable. A genuine monster that lets those who don't have to fight dream and go to battle. A monster who doesn't have the reality that he and his heroes are different. Causing war, the cause of war. He was a turbulent king of the world.

"I'm you guys. Anyone who was anywhere. That happens to be the result of getting to the position of brave man..."

Kate knew exactly who she was right now. What a talentless boy. Ordinary boy with no handle on it. It is normal to fall here, just a mere fortunate being who by chance climbed to the apex thanks to various asylum-seekers. Only luck is what he had. That luck, 'cause if you try it on him, you just colored despair.

"... if it's the art of calling the heroes of the past, there's sesame seeds in this world. The art of calling out the brave men of the other worlds also exists. If a king falls in love with a hero, it will be possible to summon the brave men who fall in love with him as an army... but we are not called. I don't have a name, but that's why. And I won't go if they call me. Why, I have to go. For someone else's dreams. For the sake of the wishes of others, we are wasted and consumed… why should the waster be forced to obey us until we die?"

Kite raises questions. The question was also that of the 'nameless' soldiers. It's the natural question of why we have to fight for 'someone' until we die.

Whoever wants to fight can fight whatever he wants. You can fight for the guy you fell in love with on your own. You can shed blood and tears for the beautiful title of protecting humanity. But he said he'd let me like this one more than dead anymore, too.

"Now it's time we fight for us."

This is a force for the 'unnamed' soldiers. It's not for calling heroes. Even if there is one who has become a hero, it is only one of the soldiers here.

No, before that. All the 'heroes' gathered here are mere soldiers. There is no separation. Everything corrupts worthlessly, both because of its special nature and because of its special power. Only the dead, they're all alike.

"We don't have a name. The kings won't even know. The heroes don't even look... they're not going to fight for them... so let's go. For those of us who want to protect us. It's their predicament. You can't possibly overlook it, can you?

"'' Ooh, ooh!

To the voice of Kite, the 'nameless' soldiers raise their voices. I don't like it for 'someone'. But I can fight for myself, for my precious' something '. This is the essence of his power. Instead of calling out' Heroes'. It is the power to summon 'nameless' soldiers who are 'consumed' by their heroes as' nameless' individuals. Secondly, the heroes can only be summoned.

He was a 'nameless' boy, so it was the 'nameless' soldiers who could be called in. What a fit, powerful heroes might laugh.

But that's why. The scale is different digits, and total power can't be foolish. No matter how hard you try, the 'heroes' can't beat the total power of 'humanity'. No one can beat all the 'mankind', no matter what the 'monster' is.

The extreme of the number of violence. There are no more. "Heroes" can only be counted. Unborn. But 'mankind' is born untold, and dies untold.

Whether a warrior is part of that pole, it's a misdigit. No matter how powerful the heroes are, it's finite. No monster can beat Unlimited. At some point Stamina pokes the bottom and loses.

That's what Kate was up to. So you can't beat Kite no matter how you get up. If you're going to beat Kite, you have to do it with the intention of beating all the 'Fighters' that 'Humanity' has carved out so far.

"If you can kill them, try to kill them all... even the unnamed soldiers have the will. There is life... no hero can beat this number."

Kate reaches out to the contraindications that mankind must not have. Slash and throw away the 'right' voice that disputes it, and gain the power of contraindication.

"Only the heroes should perform miracles? Miracles can be miraculous enough because the heroes do one-in-10,000. Miracles are miracles because they don't sell cheap...... Dear Hate. I'm a brave man. Heroes selling miracles cheaply. Miracles like this, Ali."

Mock at the voice Kate was preaching about correctness. The mockery of a brave man who demeans miracles to mediocrity. No wonder they call me because I'm a hero who followed the brave. Therefore, there may be enough miracles. The power of disloyalty that disparages it to contraindications.

but if it is merely the 'dead' who are called. It is not a miracle, it is an extra contraindicated force in the hands of mankind: 'resurrection of the dead'.

"The teacher calls me the 'True King'... but if this is a testament to the 'True King', fine. I will. Like the True King who lays out his reason, destroys even the reason of the world, binds the dead and guides the living... Come, the voice who speaks of righteousness. You're right, it's a force you shouldn't have."

Kite asks countless voices. After that, if he hangs the decree, that's all the dead turn their legs to this world. The voices tried to stop it. But even against that voice, Kite asks.

"... but if you can't. If you are merely 'people'. If you still want to fight for something you can't give up. Join my battlefield and fight for yourself as a dead man."

Kate tells you as king. Cut off the voice that preaches' correctness' and stand up with a voice that you would not otherwise have heard. So, finally. Behind him, the sound of countless military shoes rings.

I'm calling. 'Someone', who I cherished, is crying out for help. If you want to go over there, continue on his back. 'Someone' screams like that.

"... are you all here?

At the end of the day, Kate asks those who are needed to build this power. That's four higher spirits that don't go into eight great spirits. He was one of the top four to combine the powers of the wrong digits.

"Let's distort the time, isolate the space, reflect the spirit (of time) in the world, and bring their flesh back... Come on, let's go"

Kite tells the dead. As such, Kate followed the sanctuary and returned to her former companions.