Star Slashing Swordsman

From the tip of my finger touching the bar chip, my senses are sharpened. This bar chip I've been waving for four years.

Now I can treat you like my own hands and feet. No basis or reason, but somehow it seemed that way. Throw away the emotions that were creeping into my chest in a hassle, and I put the bar slice in my front eye.

And after a few seconds or so of silence.

Well, footsteps stood.

That's the --the tone that informs the start, the signal.

About 130 cm.

A tiny body, much smaller than mine, jumped slightly at the same time as it sounded the "giddy" squeal into the atmosphere.

As if it were hiding in the dark.

Coated green has a terrible similarity of shades to the darkness at night. So even if I stare, I still lose sight of it for just a moment.

But.

"I hear you."

The sound of an unnatural leaf rub.

The footsteps, the wind, and --- the chirping that makes me uncomfortable.

Urgent, step-by-step approaching sound.

The darkness that covers heaven enters into sight, and it does not come true to see it satisfactorily. So use your ears. Right now, we're going to entrust everything to the five senses that have the most credibility at this moment.

"Even if I can't see, I can hear you."

I'm sure this is the time.

With that in my chest, I wave straight in front of the bar in a way that flows through the top section.

"Gu, gi"

"Hit"

A voice that resembled agony terribly.

In addition, a stiff feel that conveys from a broken bar.

I immediately understand that the club that Goblin had in his hand and the bar cut were the shocks created by the meeting.

There's a difference in height, and I'm just swinging up the stairs. Which is more burdensome? That was more obvious than seeing fire.

The strange smell of nosing due to the reduced distance from the goblin.

Goblin's body odor. Sticking my face to the smell, I dared to create a distance between me and Goblin once by jumping back and forth, tilting the bar slice that was on my front eye to the side.

And the leg that floats because of the jump back touches the ground again, but is it fast?

I bent my legs with all my strength like a spring, kicked the earth thoughtfully, and started fleshly again ———

"This, so... ugh!!

With a procedure like a faceless torso, I shake through the bars with my neck hanging on them. Makes it look like it when you take a distance, and it's urgent to be dodgy.

It was an unforgiving blow to the limb that was defenseless.

"Kah, aah..."

A painful voice born of being beaten hard on the respiratory organs late. I even used the fleshy momentum, and although it was good to punch in, I still looked over my shoulder and confirmed the appearance of a groaning goblin as I fell and lay low, holding that sentiment.

A blow I let go with the intention of pruning my consciousness.

Nonetheless, what gets there is not a reality, not a reality.

Whether or not you lack your strength makes you feel it in your skin, and it casts a shadow on your expression, but it is also instant.

I'm sorry, but I don't have time for you right now.

A bright red eye in the back of my eyes kept staring at me with the shooter, but I tried to approach him again without slacking him and turning him against me to embody an arm push on the warm curtain.

"It's a hassle to be chased after, so let me deal with it."

That said, I shake up the bar I had in my hand.

I can't handle magic, but one bar cut stops the goblin's breath. I don't know how much I can beat that up, and I can't help but eat my time.

That's why I decided to stun the goblin in front of me, burning my indomitable fighting spirit.

Is the throat beaten in painful?

While I was still not recovering for the squatting goblin, I shook down the bar.

Cancer.

The contact between the stone-headed head and the slit bar caused such a hard noise to shake the tympanic membrane, causing the goblin, stripped of white eyes, to fall completely to the ground.

Demons are the weakest.

Even against goblins that even have such a name. Deal an unforgiving blow and yet no satisfactory result arrives.

In contrast, Auga is said to make more difference than an adult from a baby if compared to a goblin.

Just a little, are you sure you're okay?

Even though he is attacked by anxiety such as this, he excites himself as to what to do with the low wall to be exceeded, and turns his back on the stunned goblin.

"Ha-ha-ha."

The breath I was hoarding, the sense of urgency, the anxiety, the concern.

It worked out pretty well. I exhale my emotions with that deep sigh and soothe my tense body with relief from the consequences.

First actual battle.

The first relative demon.

For the first time, the fact that I waved a bar cut toward something.

The feeling of still indelible hands affirmed that they were true.

If a third party had seen this situation, they would have pointed out that it would not be possible to overturn the heavens and the earth, such as defeating the Auga. Maybe I admire that it's enough to let you take down the goblins.

Including the point that that's your limit.

"... Ha"

I was laughing.

The reason for this was because it was too far away.

Because the place where the swordsman I dreamed of stood was too far away.

A series of moves I used earlier for goblins.

That's not skill or anything, that's what that swordsman was doing for granted. Go to sleep, wake up.

A level of commonality that is not different from such an act.

So I didn't think I could do it.

I didn't think it would be possible to defeat Auga.

A demon who is more combat-specific than a human being. Auga at its relatively top.

With such an aug and me, the difference in performance as an individual is too different.

"Why, I wonder. For some reason, I don't feel like losing."

Just, like, four years.

If it was just the boy who kept shaking the bars, he probably wouldn't have beaten the orga if the heavens and the earth had flipped over.

But standing here is a man who remembered the life of a swordsman who dreamed of 'star slaughter'. Therefore, even the art of defeating the Auga existed in my head. It's impossible to replicate that swordsman's stunt on me right now. But if you imitate imperfect and inferior and extreme, you can manage.

If you forcibly exercise your inability to speak up, your arms, your muscles, your nerves may be nostalgic. But even if it's such a imitation. Probably turn it into a blade that reaches the aug.

I ran out of words about that for sure.

A swordsman's stunt dedicated his life to "Star Slashing". The imitation.

I'm the only one who knows. One of the points of reaching the end of training. Because you're the person who saw it, I can assure you.

Never, that the Auga is an insurmountable wall.

Nevertheless, it is a sine qua non for me to exceed my current limits.

"I can't imagine that sword losing..."

Kill the stars.

The ultimate stunt I've kept drilling for just that.

I had absolute confidence in it.

"Of course I'm scared. I'm scared of the orgasm. But we can't stop here any longer than we're going for 'star slaughter'. So for every 'fright' you let me hold, be my food."

Ahead of this, a new world is spreading that is different now. I say it to myself because I felt that way.

"Well, and"

I'm not sure what's going on. I'm taking care of childhood training.

"... hurry"

He frowned and rushed out at the fact that goblins were imminent to the immediate side of the village.