Star Slashing Swordsman

Picki, Li---.

I retrieved the sword I had finished swinging as I heard the breaking sound of something decisively destroying me.

Left arm drooping sloppily, as imitated by right arm. A boneless sword that falls and makes noise.

"Ha, ha. Ha..."

I'm not even left with the earliest strength to scream.

Put your feet on the ground and stand. Maintaining this state of affairs was even a miracle to me.

"I won, I won. I... won"

I get so tired that I want to let go of consciousness unintentionally standing, I get drunk on victory and even repeat the same words like a rumor.

Over and over and over and over again, imprinted on his own head in that way. I said I won. That fact.

"Ha, ah---"

Tension, anxiety, persecution and exaltation with the air that looked up at the sky covered by darkness and night.

Spit everything out.

Right on my side, the carcass of an orga with a split torso. In addition, a main line that lasted everywhere was deeply and intensely carved into the earth.

——— Shooting star.

As for its power, all it comes out with is a shot away tenacity but a dry laugh.

By then, its power had been too shocking.

Later all that remained was a crack that stretched into a straight line to the point where I suspected it had happened even at the ground breakdown.

Despite all this power, the completion of this shooting star is probably less than 20% compared to what was unleashed by that 'Star Slasher' swordsman I dreamed of.

... bad is a good place too.

But even such wickedness boasted so much power, smashing the stuck wall to pieces.

Again, that swordsman recognises in my chest that it is a longing far ahead of me.

"Gradually"

so that you can bite it off, word for word.

"Gradually, it's like we took a step forward. I could feel it."

I'm sure this emotion wouldn't have come true if I was just waving my bars out of my selfless obsession.

"Thank you, Auga. Thanks for feeding me--thank you. This is how I can move forward."

I don't need words anymore.

All I said was that, I twirled my heels back and turned my back. Out of time, he was a good enemy (Auga) with a face that looked like he laughed invincibly somewhere.

"Auga's crusade rate is b. But Soyz is a one-ranked mutant among the orgasms. Perhaps one rate goes up and b +. This darkness on Omake. Rates aren't weird for a"

Unexpectedly, the voice of a wild man rocking my eardrum.

Two figures in my eyes whipped to a worn out body trying to get back to the village and turned my heel back.

Indications of someone who was feeling thin in the fight with Auga. I immediately understood that I must be them.

The battle's over. No, the pair who showed up.

I just don't know who they are.

I knew the answer.

"So let's ask. Who the hell are you?

So I guess I wasn't in much of a hurry to say this. So I guess it wasn't upsetting to be questioned while being directed at a squeezed kill, not to mention slashing depending on the answer.

To my mind, the reason he's been asking me that is because he recognizes me as an 'anomaly'.

A creature called a person is a different part from the others. In other words, he insists on seeking a reason for the 'anomaly'. So did the swordsman from "Star Slash" I dreamed of. He was also perceived as an 'anomaly'. It was always thought that the majority of his words and actions were outside of comprehension.

That's why (...), I laughed.

I pasted the most unyielding grin I could right now into my expression and wondered if this was still the case.

…………

Surprisingly, the man in front of him frowns.

I'm sure the reason for that is because I don't know why I break my face.

I admire it, and I am perceived as "anomalous" just like that "sword ghost" who continued to devote his heart and blood only to "killing the stars" for the rest of his life.

Normal, no doubt killing stars won't come true. The awareness was more than anyone else.

So I couldn't help but be happy.

I am perceived by others as "abnormal", like "sword ghost" that was so out of the frame of being a person.

That fact brings me joy without further ado. Gradually, I felt like I put myself on the starting line for the "Star Slasher" swordsman.

Aware that this is a distorted perception, the joy will not stop.

"Ha, ha... ha"

Every time I laugh, the wound opens.

Every time I tremble my body, my blood is lost from my body.

Although.

Don't laugh here. When will you laugh?

As always, hegemony is lost from the voice.

But I still laugh. I try to honestly expose my emotions. Even then, try to be suspicious of them in front of you.

I only wanted to laugh at this moment.

"Who am I?... things have been the same since that day four years ago. This was all I could change, trying to be laughed at by everyone in the village"

What he asked was not my name, even if it was wrong.

Who I am.

I mean, it's the essence.

"I'm the Star Slasher. One swordsman I admired for" star slaughter. "

I already have the sword in my hand.

Instead of such a broken bar, he held a historic sword and waved it as a swordsman.

That's why I named myself Swordsman.

"... star, you say it's slaughter?

"That's right." Star slaughter. "As the word goes, it's about killing the stars. I want to kill the stars. I want to kill the stars and prove that the sword I admired is the strongest. So ---" Star Slash ""

Probably because they are put under exhausting circumstances.

I said that much sooner than usual.

Just because you're going to let go of consciousness right now.

Slowly, advance your legs.

One step toward the village, one step.

But if you move your body, the pain hits your whole body enough to move it. The lacerations open further and seep red.

He hits me with pain like a stab wound to the chest.

Because of the darkness, the visibility was extremely difficult, but the clothes I was wearing were sticky and coated with blood.

That's enough for everyone who sees to peel their eyes off without exception.

It kept hurting so badly that it seemed strange to be standing.

"Ahhh..."

It blurs in front of me.

My legs were losing their senses, and my world was shaking.

"I can't, I guess I overdid it"

I guess I bled too much too.

I don't have as much strength in my body as I think.

I'm supposed to be walking, but I'm even struck by anxiety about whether I can really walk forward.

Thoughts were not functioning properly.

"Tell Sophia... we'll take a short break and then we'll go home, ---"

They ——— adventurers would be (...) I guess the fact that they came here means Sophia did it well.

So I try to get them to tell Sophia the words.

... but my body is heavy and even my mouth doesn't move satisfactorily. You're supposed to be shaking my throat, but I can't hear you.

... Oh, then.

Then let's just get some rest.

You can rest and then go home.

Because if you rest a little, I'm sure your body will recover as well.

With such unfounded aspirations I laid my hands on the trunk of a tree that was growing nearby.

"... Oh, no. Really,"

To two of the adventurers, Sofia told me she did well with the orga. But I was tired, so I thought you'd tell him I'd take a little break and then go home, and I didn't even have the energy to verbally tell him that.

"I can't. I think I overdid it."

The trunk of the tree forced me into the ground with a cheat without resisting gravity.

I let go of my consciousness as it was so I could escape the pain prison that covered my whole body and blend into the dark world.