Hundred and two
"Oh, it's Mira!
"I'm the captain!
In the snowy white scenery, in front of a bloody coffin that stands out at the moment. When I start thinking about how to carry that coffin again, I hear a voice out of tune from behind me.
"Oh, isn't that sasori? and member number one is............... why did you live"
Looking back, there was a sasori rushing over in a light foothold and a look of Kett-See clinging to his shoulder with a placard. The placard reads: 'Inspiring reunion. I dare you to get bogged down'.
"That's too spicy."
Shot to death in the heart by a word of Mira, Kett-See slips off the shoulder of the sasori, rolls vigorously through the white ashed floor and draws a single line there. And turned into a white cat.
You did something about the tornado out there.
Mira grabs the root of Ket Shy as she says so and takes it out of the ashes. Then Ketsey shook her body and paid off the ashes and said, "Great success! 'I let them list the placards that said' like they were first-class.
"I took your balls."
Ketsey swallowing with ash after saying so. Mira quickly sends him back with words of labor saying, "Uhm, here we go" while rubbing Ketsey's back like that. As he disappeared, Kett-See told Placard, 'More turns!' He had written and pointed his anticipation at Mira, but Mira, who was greeting the face of the Fifty Bells League, who was arriving continuously, never noticed it, except that the lonely sounds of Kett-Sea echoed vainly into the ancient ring gate.
"So, Mira. What is the situation now?
Ancient ring gate covered with bright white ash. After the members of the Fifty Bells League look around at it, Sasori says to represent the voices of all.
Well, there's a lot going on.
Mira prefaced so, then the man of Chimera Clozen, the black fog that erodes the Spirit, the seizure of the power of the Spirit King and his recapture, and the escape of the Spirit Bomb and the abandonment. I briefly explained what was happening here.
"What's a bomb... was it okay?
That's what Sasori said at the opening when Mira finished talking. That's not impossible either. If you look at the side of the area covered with ash, anyone can understand that its power was considerable. It is rather unnatural to be intact in the middle of such a storm of destruction.
"Um, as you can see."
But Mira was cheerful, confident and flustered with such sasori worries. The sasori, from the same mira, once again shifts his gaze around him. Only stone columns and broken stairs characteristic of the ancient ring gates remain on its surface, which was burned down.
"Now I was okay..."
Sasori shrugged in disdain. The sight of dyeing a white monochrome looks beautiful at first sight. But the white here was as white as anxiety creeped up when I looked at it, and it was pure white without showing any emotions.
"By the way, is that the sword you were talking about?
Aaron, peering into his face from behind the sarcophagus, turns his eyes to the side of the coffin and mouths. There were two swords in Chimera Clozen's possession, surrounded by black fog.
"Um, yeah. One is the Spirit Sword. The other is a cursed sword that wipes out spirits easily."
"Do you want to erase the Spirit? I'm tired of making you weak, and you even had it."
Aaron bowed in front of his sword as he dew his anger, staring at the black fog up close.
"Oh, and then. This coffin contains the remains of a golem with the same power, but it's locked. I don't think I can bring it back with me. Can you ask for it?"
Her muscle strength is very much the same as that of a magician, Mira says so and stares jealously at Aaron's thick arm.
"I mean, a golem that erases spirits? Interesting."
Rising in temper, Aaron grabs the handle of the coffin. Then the coffin lifted without difficulty.
"Oh, that's lighter than it looks. This is going to work out."
"Oh, a boulder! This muscle is not Dade."
If Mira tapped Aaron's tight arms with a pepper, Aaron grinned "naturally," lightly shouldering the coffin, letting him pose well to show off his muscles. Apparently Aaron is proud of his body for having worked out over the years.
"Is that it? This is a normal sword."
Sasori, who picked up a spiritual sword next to Aaron like that, rolled up at his feet, waved it and then said so. Originally, if it was a spiritual sword, you should have seen some signs on the trajectory when you waved it. But the sword that Sasori possessed only slashed the sky.
"What?
Mira, who was witnessing the power of the Spirit Sword, the great fire that covered her sight, stares at the sword that it could not be.
The sword that Sasori has in his hand is certainly familiar with the prosperity that would be a considerable business. So much so that I can assure you that that was what the man in Chimera Clozen had in his hands. But once again, when I looked closely, the particles of spiritual power that characterized the spiritual sword had somehow completely disappeared from the sword.
"Sure, don't just be a sword. I don't know what that means."
Mira roars wonderfully, staring seriously at the sword that Sasori hands. Shortly afterwards, he shifted his gaze to a small, dark mist at his feet. There is a fog sword that wipes out the Spirit.
Until earlier, the Spirit Sword and the Fog Sword were placed side by side. As a result, the black fog has wiped out all the power that resides in the Spirit Sword?
With that in mind, Mira recalls the actions of a man in battle. I put it right back in the sheath after I used the fog sword, the move.
"Maybe it's this guy."
The man who was the user probably knew that black fog would affect the Spirit Sword as well. So the only time I exposed myself to the sword was at the moment of use. I can think of that.
Mira kicks the fog sword abominably when she thinks of it. Then he rolled over, and the spider jumped away as if to avoid even the dirty ones.
Mira apologizes "I'm sorry" for the spider staring at her with her eyes.
"The power of the Spirit Sword is gone."
Aaron follows the fog sword with his eyes and then shifts his gaze to the former Spirit Sword, squealing a little too bad. Whatever the origin, it's because Spirit Martial Arts has become a powerful force.
"Hmm, what about this guy? Do you have a minute?"
That's when you realize something, Aaron deposits his sword from Sasori's hand with a strange face when he puts the coffin down. And he put a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, and let his sword run his gaze.
"What's going on? Mr. Aaron."
The next moment when Sasori said so and peered into Aaron's hand, the pattern of the former Spirit sword and the twilight, and the sword body, broke down into each.
Aaron handed it to Sasori, who had raised his voice, "Oh wow, wow," to push the patterned bamboo parts before staring further at the roots of the sword body.
"This is... Right, I see."
The look on Aaron's face, who shrugged so, was full of surprises similar to joy.
Ask him what happened with no one, and Aaron will look back and explain to him to show off the sword he's got.
The sword that was the foundation of the Spirit Sword was something special: a single item.
Unlike the type of sword that is mass-produced without moulding, it is a special order that is carefully struck and forged with the hands of artisans. They vary depending on the artisan's arms, reputation, etc., but are not readily available because the price is tens of times higher than that of mass produced products.
In some cases, the pattern and violin are made by specialist craftsmen, and it seems that dozens of craftsmen are often involved in a single sword.
But some of the craftsmen said that they would go up into the area alone.
One item is usually engraved with the name of the craftsman who struck the root of the sword body. And now, even on the sword Aaron was holding, it was certainly engraved.
The artisan's name is Gregor. He is one of the up-and-coming.
"He says there is nothing out to the right of this man in the creation of the Devil's Sword of attribute granting. Besides, I heard that he is now based in a workshop based in St. Polly. I don't think we're gonna be able to flush this by chance."
We met in the castle fortress of the balance, the man of the empty people. The man said Chimera's home base is in St. Polly. And the sword that the executives of Chimera Closen had was also at the hands of the craftsmen of St. Polly. Two pieces of information were linked. There must be something in the land.
"Is it possible that Chimera's executive had it because that Mr. Gregor offered it?
Listening to Aaron, Sasori first voiced her concern.
The problem is the standing of its artisans. Current information alone does not discern whether you are a collaborator or just made it as a business. If he had been a collaborator, the arming of Chimera Clozen would have been at the hands of a super craftsman armed with spirits. That means there are a lot of pretty nasty executives based in Mira like she fought.
"I don't know that far yet, but I think you'd be quick to ask him directly. A man named Gregor says he strikes a sword to suit the user. Besides, it's only for those I know who are particularly close."
Saying so, Aaron stares at his sword body with a little envy. It was not easy to get Gregor to recognize and strike the sword, and the sword whose name was engraved was something that everyone would admire if it were a warrior.
"I see. Do you think Gregor and I know the man well?"
Mira stared at the name of the sword body and then threw her gaze into the sky. Like following the remnants of a man who was blown away by an intense spiritual bomb explosion.
A one-piece sword in Aaron's hands. It was made to match the man Mira fought for. In other words, the reverse means that it is possible to reach the personal information of the Chimera Closen executives from the sword.
"The showdown is close."
Although executives missed out, they succeeded in getting clues. That would finally bring up the outline of the chimeric closen, which has been completely in the fog until now. Yes, everyone there felt it.
This operation of the Fifty Bells League was completed with these ends.