Star Slashing Swordsman

The brilliance of the stars and the moonlight poured down from the night sky, lighting the spot thinly.

The scenery they reflect is a distant sight.

It was a gray view that had been miserably chosen and slashed and ripped by the bumps by the time it didn't make him feel shadowed.

The wind blows.

Unnatural wind as if made.

That was the two adventurers who were running --blowing toward Lilea and Lowe.

"... dude. You're kidding, you're tight."

A world of darkness where only a tiny bit of light depends.

Lowe's voice was trembling when he saw what was being done. I was just peeling my eyes off that I couldn't believe it.

"To boulders,"

World shown.

What was there was so much blood, blood, blood that everyone would be gnawed at what they see...... plus, meat chunks. A sole like Marutai, once an arm, had been abandoned in the earth. The smell of iron rust mixes there, creating a sour nose sight.

"What a joke. This is..."

To Lowe's sight, who accidentally uttered such words, with a ghostly boy who droops his right arm without power. What the hell is an orga with one lost arm.

Because we only see each other, or we don't do bareback gestures that turn our consciousness to the lol and lilea that have come.

Only the sound of breath and the aftermath of sword strikes echo.

There is no barking energy, no room to slap a light mouth. Because I understand that more than anyone else, the hostility that has been squeezed to its limits pervades the periphery. My hair was coming at me relentlessly.

Although.

…………

Lilea was quiet, unusual after striking Lowe, who was staring at her. It was silent by the time it creeped out.

Originally, you'd feel thin, but Lowe understands the essence of Lilea better than anyone else. Therefore, I was convinced.

She is. Lilea is a sword seeker.

I love the sword to the point of stupidity. No, you can tell me you're crazy about the sword. So, I'm sure you're trying to burn the sight that spreads in front of you deep into your memory. There has to be a lot of effort to talk. Her condition of tying her mouth to a single letter even makes her look like she's saying so.

And it sounds again while you have that feeling. The sound of sword strikes until fierce.

Also, I started bombing------.

Time goes back a little bit.

(Sure, it's broken...... this, ha ha)

I groaned so in my chest, distorted with agony and abomination, staring at my right arm, which drooped without force.

————— Shooting star.

A special blow polished up just to slash and tear everything apart. The power created by the sole rolled out by poking a flash of clearance is deductive.

Despite the fact that the proceeds handled are just bars broken (...),

"Gah...!

The right arm of the auger was severed.

The cross section was still glancing at her face, pissing off her eyes and spewing out the angry moaning into her blood.

Due to the load caused by the 'shooting star', muscle breaks have occurred everywhere and the right arm, which was forcing the most load, has been completely broken. I would have decided to win or lose with that blow if I had.

Nevertheless, Auga had distracted her neck from touching her neck muscles whether she had worked her birth survival instincts. Because of this, Sole, who swung in the hanging, had slashed and torn only his right arm, leading to both amputations.

Though painful, my left arm and both legs can manage to move. In exchange for the corresponding strain on his right arm and entire body, he slashed Auga's right arm off. Everyone but me would have admired the Big Venus, but the blow that took off the body's burden until it was taken out of sight has turned out to be devastating.

That's why I had to flatter myself.

"... but. It's a good place to clap when it's over. Is it that easy and easy to cross a wall? Oh, yeah. Then it has to be like this."

However, the expression that was immediately praised turned into a laugh. Line up your words so that you can speak to yourself, and behave with your temperament. Desperately suppressing the desire to be bored by pain, only jitters and sweat float on your forehead as if nothing had happened, saying all the same, and shouting with majesty.

"There's no tension unless this is about it, eh!?

If you go around to take it, first of all, I definitely can't beat an orga. Even though the difference in power is historical, he injured himself because of the earlier 'shooting star', and his body is infinitely closer to full creation.

That's when my defeat will be decided when I take the blow from that giant body.

If I were, I'd just have to keep attacking you. We must find a way to survive an uninterrupted attack.

So I kick the earth and flesh toward the orga scattering dirt behind my back.

Even wiggling with the power of your wrist alone doesn't even give you an itch against an orga. You can't be a decision-maker if you don't use your body fully. So I twisted my body as if I were bending a spring that was stretched out.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!

Earlier in "Shooting Star," you judged me an unafraid opponent, and I wave a bar slice as if rolling out in my back fist as I screamed and scattered toward an orga that was piercing the waiting structure.

And sparks scattered with metal sounds.

It overlaps with a sword of iron rust that is swung down, and the bars are broken that cannot withstand the load of hanging power and are shaken. However, the shadow of the barbed pieces remains painfully. I can still use it.

Determine that the blow you set up was prevented or no, instantly turn the shaken bar slice into a reverse hand and attempt to pierce it with a head patch. Although.

"Ah, heh... Grr!?

The kick was in there.

Into the abdomen, a sharp leg shot was entering.

It wasn't until Mekiri and her ribs screamed already that I noticed Sole. It was only after being placed under circumstances that could no longer be avoided. The magnitude of that damage is immeasurable because you haven't taken a decent defense either.

But I'm not sweet enough to just get hit.

So the squeaky bar I had in my hand was broken. The distorted influence made me sharply pointy. I...

"...... Tong, so--ooh!!!

With his squeezed left hand, he threw thoughtfully.

"Gaaaaaa!!?

A relentless pain that stabs you in the head and even stuffs you with an orga with a strong body. I'm relieved that I've decided on my counter.

"Or ha......!!

Blood reflexes were scattered, momentum kicked away, and clashed against one of the many tree trunks growing in the rear. Sounds like a ground beep can be heard as the aftermath of a collision.

(consciousness, but…)

I couldn't even afford to speak out.

If I lost my mind even for a moment, they were going to take my consciousness. But if you let go of consciousness, it's all over. So, so---!!

I crash into the trunk of a tree and lie down on the ground eating my teeth off, sticking my fingertips up to the earth and trying to get up somehow. The taste of iron spreading through your mouth, either as a result of trying to force you to grasp consciousness even though it creates pain.

Tu from the end of his mouth, and blood was dripping out.

My right hand doesn't move. The body is heavy as lead, too.

It was like it wasn't my body.

But still, I raise the gaze I was dropping on the ground.

————

Cut bars remain stabbed.

One shadow that incites in that state.

My sight caught a fleshy auga with a tortoise on me.

I can't afford the time. It doesn't exist.

Just stop if you stop your legs, the Sickle of Reaper is already attached to my neck muscle. The thin skin has touched the sickle. I was in such a predicament.

"Oh, no, no."

Throw away the painful information transmitted to the brain.

I care. I can't afford it. I told him that if he stopped for pain, only death would wait, and I threw my body straight to the side.

Zakri.

The sword that was swung down pierces the place where I fell and lay until just before, and the small, smoky winds up.

For once, I managed to avoid it.

But for the second time.

My body won't move even though my head understands that I have to avoid pursuits that would come. Pain that stains through the cumbersome area.

Earlier leg shot. In addition, impact in the event of a collision.

Those sores are paralyzing the body. Yeah, I get it. I'm sure that earlier was the one called the idiotic power of the fire. So the second time, no.

"'Owa, Lyda'"

I heard a terrible word.

A great sword stabbed on the ground rises and is waved with words by a horizontal giraffe. With the blazing sword wind involved, it captured me without overaiming.

Rusty sword coming in front of me.

Shortly before he was slashed, somehow the time inside me stopped. Hold your breath for sure. The velocity of the one giraffe that would have swung at its heart was the best of this battle.

What was missing to win?

Staring at the approaching blade, I fell into such a running light-like sensation and thought.

What was missing was skill. Experience. Health.

I started asking myself that, but... I didn't know why.

What is the wax?

It is decided. I know that without anyone pointing it out to me.

Because my gaze has always been directed at the pieces of bars pierced by the orgasm.

If it were to come true, I wanted to confront you with a sword.

Such thoughts were rooted.

Your strength, your experience, your skill, your strength.

Everything was missing from me. But that wasn't a big deal.

As a swordsman, I should have tried to cross a standing wall, but as a swordsman, I didn't have an indispensable sword. Is there anything more missing?

But I don't know what else to do.

Because the sword is nowhere. Someone gives me an excuse to complain.

Because it's nowhere?

Then you can have it from somewhere to make up for what's missing. Still no? Then.

——— Let me build it. For what, magic.

Why not, I heard voices.

I'm the magic.

That was a blue sky thunderbolt.

Everyone can handle magic. But most humans, unaware of their talents, end up raw with mistakes if they can't handle magic.

Most humans don't have enough kicks.

Kick-ass to be able to handle magic.

I was guessing.

I thought I had no magic talent. But tell me to make a voice I don't remember.

There was no basis, no certainty, nothing. But I told him to make his voice. I mean, I guess I can build it. This is the opportunity I've been given.

(Ha ha…)

I got a dry laugh.

It's not a question of not being able to do it. If I can't do it here, I'm dead. Just that.

I don't have a choice from Hannah.

Then.

(Do it, I'll do it...)

I had won in moves.

It was me who was losing.

Hara has decided.

As soon as possible, time starts to move slowly.

Hardly moving left hand.

It was glowing for some reason that it should have been handless.

The particles gather together and form a snail by overlapping them. Elongated sharp, something.

What I was looking for was a swing of sword.

It's a boneless sword that specializes only in killing.

Yeah. Just ———

"Ha, ha, ha"

A clash between the kid and the metal punches the tympanic membrane and spills a spark into the billowing, trembling atmosphere.

Even though he was pushed backwards with force, he prevented a blow wielded by a horizontal sword. I laughed when I saw the relief and the sword (it) that was familiar to my hand, even though it was my first.

Things I've been looking for.

It was like what I had in my hands now--a sword with a silver sword that reflected the moonlight.