If you keep shining, I'll rely on the light.
- Like the sun and the moon.
There were a number of screams in the blazing desert.
The place where curses, terminators, and horseshoes roar is a battlefield where all sorts of emotions intersect.
There are countless bodies rolling around. The cloudy eyes of the dead, staring at the living in resentment, are like reapers tempting them into the world.
There was a place in the battlefield where there was a different kind of air.
There is a pompous empty circle, as if it existed in another space.
In the center of it were two men confronting each other. Each item is held in his hand.
A boy with an eyelid with a silver sword.
A man with light purple skin with a great sword.
"Whether someone comes here and interrupts you... it doesn't look like there's a man named me to make it."
The man with the sword mocked himself and laughed.
A man sweats up his tenacious forehead looking depressed.
Then the hidden forehead appears and the implanted purple small crystal is exposed.
The opposing boy is a natural body that has lost its physical strength. He acted like he was so caught off guard that he thought he was standing there full of gaps.
But the man felt it. He felt the strong fighting spirit surrounding the boy.
After the battle of the starfrost, only those with more drills can gain the hegemony.
After all, it is remarkable that a young boy of this age will release it.
The fact that such a fierce warrior is far younger than himself.
"Ku, ha ha ha... the one called genius!
The man shook up the sword as if he were waving a twig.
The great sword, which roars the air with dust, turns to the boy with the eyelid.
The boy responds with only a small motion to lift the silver sword.
A great sword slipped over the white blade as the blade and blade crossed and scattered a spark.
"Wow - don't do it!
Being flushed is going to create a huge gap.
But the man used the momentum of the sword to roll out his palm bottom toward the boy's eyelid.
That was supposed to be a blind spot for the boy,
"That's not a blind spot. I can see it."
and the boy succeeded in avoiding by twisting his body.
But a gap is created in a boy who made a big move.
If this was a regular person, I might have jumped at a good opportunity.
But the man realized that he had invited him.
Sprinkle your toes in the sand and shake your feet up to lift them.
A large amount of sand rose in front of the boy.
Meanwhile, the man kicks the ground, leaps back and looks down where he distance himself, uncomfortable with his right arm.
Blood appeared and fell from the wound, which was completely torn.
(Am I glad I didn't ask you out...)
Returning his gaze, the dust that was covering the boy's sight swung away in a flash.
A sweat slipping down my forehead conveys my cheeks. Raise your shoulders and wipe, then the man hangs the end of his mouth.
"I admire them while they are enemies. How can we reach the poles of Wu at that young age? But I can't help but admire you. We have to change this flow."
The two sights intersect.
Read first hand and second hand. Whoever reads out the next hand of the opponent will be the winner.
So I can't move cheaply. A man concentrates only on shrinking nerves and preempting.
The samurai tremble - my body trembles with joy. Joy is coming from the bottom of my heart.
I can't help but have fun fighting for my life and death.
"Let's just kill each other - hey, Cyclops! The last one standing is the winner! It's easy to understand, isn't it?
A man's thirsty lips crack into a three-day moon shape. When he twisted his body and set up his sword, his cut was buried in the sand.
"I don't care about that."
The boy also lifted his right arm to the front of his chest, leveling his silver sword and pointing his sword tip at the man.