Soul Eater of the Rebellion

The stubborn appearance is not shaken like a castle wall, and the Rinsen samurai pay attention to the majesty.

The eyes looking at this side were filled with fierce power, and the will not to destroy the standing enemy was conveyed without words.

Heavy pressure (pressure) like being stabbed in the body with countless needles.Just facing each other makes you sweat on your forehead, and your hand grips the handle of your outfit.

Named Doga, Nakayama's king's brother was strong enough to make him feel overwhelmed.The word "martial arts" comes to mind very naturally.

The King's brother Kagari, whom he had met before, was also quite capable, but Doga could feel more power than that boy.

Careful, I was biting my back teeth hard.It is an unconscious motion that the opponent does not want to be subjected to atmospheric pressure, but it cannot be denied that it has been subjected to a little atmospheric pressure at the time it is not subject to atmospheric pressure.

In fact, I felt this opponent was strong.Speaking of which, I felt scared.

I don't think it's inferior in strength.In fact, I am superior in simple amounts.I was undressed, so naturally, I was not undressed, but even if they were undressed, I was confident that they would cross each other more than each other.

Nevertheless, the reason I feel afraid of this opponent is because it is too quiet and quiet.

If my rock is a raging flood, then Doga's is a stream of great rivers flowing gently through the mountains.

Due to being sharpened, kneaded, and polished to the extreme, Doga's body continues to patrol quietly, without roughing or excitement.Then, you can even feel the serenity, and you can feel the horror of the clear current.

I can't help but remember this feeling.What came to mind was the figure of my father, Kensei.

Now the opponent standing in front of you is stronger than any enemy you've fought in the past.It is not comparable to Kensei, but it will have the strength to approach it.

--The moment I realized that, I was hanging from my mouth unconsciously.

I have fought and won against many enemies, both men and monsters.And those victories were due to the power of Seoul Eater, the homologous (anima).

Using different expressions, it can be said that it was Seoul Eater and not me who won.

Nothing in particular has come to my attention.Being homologous (anima) is also part of my strength, and I will not hesitate to wave my attire to defeat my enemies.

However, there were concerns.

If we keep fighting with the power of Seoul Eater, my growth will be stalled in the near future.

In fact, the devouring of souls to non-fantasy species has almost ceased to contribute to level-up.The amount of soul you need is too great to eat.There is also the adage that if you accumulate dust, it becomes a mountain, so I intend to continue eating souls in the future, but I don't think I want to grow at the same speed as before.

If so, the next strength to be sought is non-level strength.

This was one of the reasons why I reworked my technique with my hostage client in the past.Ever since Claire left, she has sought out qualified practitioners to help Wisteria.

Still, the concern never clears up.

Not only Westeria, who has not yet been able to meet her attire, but also Craia, a blue forest flagman, was weak enough to do my best against me.

For this reason, in practice, I used to adjust by sealing up my outfits and tricks - to be honest, I always felt that it was not enough.

The power of homologous presence (anima) is greater than that of Seoul Eater.My strength as a warrior is greater than mine.Fighting that kind of opponent was what I wanted.By sharpening the knife with such a partner, you should be able to sharpen the strength for the first time not according to the level.

--The opponent is in front of me.

It's about hanging from the corner of your mouth.I even think it was worth coming to the demonic world just to meet this opponent.I can't tell Crimea, who is worried about Crimut, that his mouth is ripped open.

You must have noticed my expression, Doga frowned suspiciously in front of her eyes.Or perhaps you thought I was impolite to the name of the battalion.

I realized here that I was slowly ignoring the other person's question.

It is okay to be hated as an enemy, but it is not okay to be scorned as an insolent person.I shrugged my mouth in a hurry.

"My name is empty.Is this the bracelet of my compatriots? "

When he lightly touched the reed bracelet from the tin, Doga nodded to the eagle.

"No, it's a tradition passed down to the demons.It is a bracelet of prayer that prays for happiness. "

Doga says so and stares me in the face.

"A black-haired warrior wearing his compatriots' bracelets, whose name is Sora, who waves the sword moves of the gatekeepers.Kagari told me - the more I nodded about it, the more I cared.Like a storm, like a demon.What kind of homologous existence (anima) can you feel so fierce in yourself? "

There was a strong vigilance against me in the words.Like I felt afraid of Doga, Doga might have been afraid of me again.

Me and Doga, both eyes collide in the air, scattering invisible sparks.

Our tactics were clear as we approached our formation with our minds off.By the way, Doga knows I slaughtered Owken and Ghost in Kagari's report.

I am nothing but an enemy to Nakayama.It was thought that Doga, who knew about it, would soon be slashed, but Nakayama's king's brother was still not moving at this point.

Doga talks about the reason with her own mouth.

"Sky, when you approach our army with a blade, you have no choice but to fight us.But thou shalt pray thy name unto the devil, and save thy fellow countrymen from thy soul, and hear thee only once.What is your purpose?At first, I thought it was the gatekeepers' pointy soldiers, but there is still no movement in the fort.I see that you have a different purpose than the gatekeepers. "

"Sure, I'm on my own.The goal is to capture the demon commander who broke into the gate. "

"Huh?"

A giant eye peels off, and Doga can see me.

"That means catching me, but catching me is not the end of it. What happens after that?"

"Meet and listen to the king of demons named Azma as a stepping stone for prisoners.I wonder if your acquaintance is disturbing you. "

"I mean, it's about looking for people.There can be no one but a Tamite who crosses the gates to the demonic realm.As far as I can tell, there was a gatekeeper who infiltrated Nakayama territory with the only mission.And he hath lost the news, and ye have come to find him.

Despite the brazen appearance of a warrior who boasted power, Doga seemed to be turning his head quite a bit.It's not a problem to be spotted, and if you think about it a little, it's something anyone can come up with, but if you listen to me, it won't be something anyone can do to get to the truth almost in no time.

I did not respond to the other party's guess, but kept on saying.

"That's what I'm here for, but do you know anyone like that?"

"I don't know. I'm not going to tell you if I do."

Doga responds without hesitation.

The voice was beginning to mix with something that had never existed before.

"I do not know what his mission was.But the gatekeepers' aim will not benefit Nakayama.The only way to harm our country is to defeat it as soon as we find it.The same goes for those who help the thieves and do not let them escape. "

Shortly afterwards, Dan! and loudly echoed on the spot was the sound of Doga stepping out of a giant leg.

The battle winds up and blows on my face.I found Claire and Ursula holding their swords behind me.

I shook my left hand and told them it was useless.Because I wanted to fight this opponent on a one-on-one basis, but at the same time, I felt that it was bad for the two of us to fight this king's brother.

As to how he saw my movements, Doga did not break down his laissez-faire attitude and announced the start of the battle in overwhelming words.

Thou shalt spare thy opponent, and thou shalt make a plan.Let me do my best - exciting! "

Together with a roaring voice, Douga's strength swells up explosively.

A choking feeling of pressure.Your trembling body doesn't know if it's for fear or pleasure that you've seen your male enemies before.

Doga's voice, calling for the name of homology (anima), roared in my ear as I grasped the pattern of my heart without knowing.

- Ravage the line between good and evil.