Star Slashing Swordsman

"Really built, made... eh"

I couldn't hide my amazement as I saw the boneless sword in my hand and made sure I felt it. However, there has been no significant change in this predicament. Because I didn't break this situation just by saying I had a sword in my hand. Because the only difference is that my life expectancy has increased for about a few seconds.

The full-bodied creation remained the same, and Auga herself must have been surprised, but she was starting to flesh again towards me, who was pushed backwards, not enough to stop her hand. Difficult blunt pain covers the entire body to the brush tongue. Stand up at the earliest. Even the act of waving a sword would be painful.

But what happened to it?

Painful prison with so much vision.

But ——— what's wrong with that?

And I keep telling myself.

Is that enough to stop your leg?

Is that a priority until you throw away Star Slash? I scream all over my chest wondering if 'star slaughter' was that cheap for me and excite myself.

Stand up. Move.

Even if you order your hands and feet to do so that causes cramps, your response is thin. Auga is imminent in front of us. Earlier you chose a sword strike that was too linear because I was defenseless, but this time I'm sure it won't.

"Ha, ah---"

Thoughts are always accompanied and filled with the emotion of pain. Even if you try to eat your teeth while chewing your lips hard with your teeth, the situation will never improve.

Taking in the air and putting force into your belly didn't change that. But still, I can't give up.

I had to grab the 'raw' even by scratching my feet like nowhere else.

All for --- "Star Slash" by Cheng.

"I want to prove my strength."

That's the swordsman's word.

It was the word of a swordsman aiming to 'star slaughter'.

"I want to prove that my sword was the strongest."

This is a cakera of memory.

Some of the memories I once experienced and remembered.

It was the backbone of the swordsman who guided and aspired to "star slaughter".

one man who was on the spot asked.

I wondered why you wanted to prove it.

"Because there was someone who wanted to tell me that my sword was the strongest (...). He who believed he was the strongest, because he was there (...) '

He answers without hesitation.

Put a little loneliness on the word to such an extent that even a long-time dater doesn't know if he noticed it.

"Hey... you know what? A man has no roots or leaves to be a star when he dies. '

People say that when they die, they become stars.

Everyone talks to each other.

When people die, they become stars.

The man answered.

Of course, he said he'd heard of it.

The stars are infinitely present in the sky. Isn't that a strong mistake? That's what the man said.

'Me, too, I think. It's not a strong mistake. "

Look up in the sky.

Just in time, the sun fell and the stars began to look thin.

'... what is the act that everyone finds to be the strongest? What is the strongest that even those who die and die acknowledge? What can we do to be the strongest that everyone can admit?'

The words go on.

The swordsman, who focuses on the stars that float in the sky and does not let go, says, with a little self-infliction.

'When I thought about it that way. I got to one answer.'

You think that's Star Slash?

The man returns his words to a shuddering mix.

'Oh. I suppose so. "Starslaughter was more convenient than anything else in proving that my sword was the strongest."

Heh. I mean, because I want to pass on your sword to the guy who's turned into a star, or... But I can't solve it. Why are you so obsessed? You don't have to do that, but your strength is ---.

The remarks that followed were not the words we are now seeking.

So the swordsman forcefully blocked that voice.

'I must be the strongest anyone can admit. If, hypothetically, we could kill the stars, everyone would admit it. That I am the strongest. The hero of the past, who passed away to death and may have become a star, everyone and he should admit it. He said I was the strongest.... I really want to tell you. For an item that could have become a star. To * * * *, my sword I couldn't show you. You were right about what you believed. … killing the stars is the only way we can prove it "

So you kill the stars, huh? But that's not why they slaughtered me. I don't think they got the stars to slash me. The man flaunted his shoulder in a grumpy mix and slapped such a light mouth.

'I don't care what anyone tells me. It's not the only thing that changes my mind. I slay the stars and prove the strongest.' Cause that's the only way to reward * * * '

Stubborn guy......

That's why you're going to be given such a weird nickname.

'Nothing good. I like that name.'

Right, right.

Well, maybe it's perfect for you. I'd love to give you a break... But I think you can make it. Anyway, even I admit it. Your sword moves. So I'm sure we'll make it. You would.

--- It's called 'Star Slashing'. You would, yeah.

"Huh, ha."

Consciousness is drawn back to reality.

Yes, it is.

I have to 'star slaughter' anything. They slashed and tore his limbs, but it has to be done.

The reason I admired him was because he looked good.

Because the swordsman's life touched my harp line.

I wanted to try to live that way, too. And at the same time, I wanted to prove instead that his continued sharpening sword moves had reached the stars.

A star slayer swordsman who never made it into a 'star slayer' all his life. If he was in perfect condition (...), he would have arrived.

So I'll prove it instead.

I've admired him. It's me, instead of that will. In return for at least giving me this vision.

"Huh, hahahahahaha!!!

I just hit someone with my thoughts of going for 'star slaughter' and I'm sure you won't understand that. If you say why, you'll be surprised that everyone hasn't lost their dreams.

You'll laugh that you've had too many dreams.

I end up raw without being able to do anything, keeping the vision of "star slaughter" in mind. Surely such a person would look good in the end to be made a laugher. So I laughed at myself.

"Ya, dude---!! You can't end up here. It can't be over."

Crying sounds like the first time I've overflowed since I lost everything.

Decide yes to the mind, place the sensation of the left hand with the sword at the bottom of the pain information as the top priority, and look to the auga (enemy).

Thoughts already scratched by the mess because of the pain. Just concentrate on the one thing you say you slay, and shake off the clutter. Bikier leg bones. But I don't mind, I'm forced to get up from being on my knees.

"So... fight, I'll do it... ugh! I'll fight you till that moment when your hands and feet will be pulled a thousand times!! Will it end here? Is it something that will end it?... I guess I'll make" Star Slash "heh!!!

In my memory, there was a good way to fight in the present situation. Clearly deal with the opponent who is not strong enough.

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"Oh! Oh!! I will defeat you with all my soul. So ---!!!"

Immediately after.

A tall metal noise that stumbles around my ears makes a wooden spirit. The sound of metal meeting with each other. But the sound isn't linear, it's like it's just going to get a little deviated. It sounded like it was going to be streamed.

"So until one of you falls down, never, never get out of hand...... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Even though my left hand immediately feels the feeling of him, I just scream and scatter my throat dry. Sword attack rolled out of the giant body and attacking.

I walk into my nostalgia and wave my sword as I pass through it well.

"... mine. Feed the star slaughter..."

Shallow, a blow that slashes and rips meat.

That was a blow that could never be fatal, but still. It was an indisputable and stepping stone to a counterattack.