Star Slashing Swordsman

How many minutes or hours has it been since then?

After a rest, my consciousness awakens and slowly opens the heavy eye lid.

Warm light for the eyes and wooden ceilings illuminated by it. The sight in my sight was a familiar view--my own room.

... I remember until I defeated Auga.

But then the whole memory was missing.

In the first place, when did I come back home? As I cast such a question on myself, the pain rushes through my body so sharp that the feeling that I had already recovered functions and I want to moan.

"Ouch, ugh..."

The idiotic power of a fire place. Adrenaline.

Pain that would have faded because of those usually marginal features working when I was confronted with Auga.

Even trying to endure the pain by telling me that this was the right condition, the pain was so terrific that I accidentally raised my voice.

"... super painful"

Both arms, of course, do not move properly, even if they try to force themselves. No matter how much force I put into trying to get my upper body up, I just tremble to the extent that my body illusions that I even had cramps.

The aftermath of a less happy victory came now when he literally fought all over himself and let him win.

"Even so... it was critical"

That fight wasn't an orga, and it wasn't weird at all if I was dead. Simply, I was just lucky this time.

Assuming we fought again, it was definitely not a battle I could think of. It was truly a critical death fight.

"Still missing something"

Thanks to that battle, I found the immediate challenge.

Something I don't have enough for right now. Something I need to wear. them clearly.

"... I have to cross the wall more. More, I have to go through it.... Not enough. Everything's not enough."

You must cross the wall named the mighty man who stands before you.

Even if that's what's at stake, like this one.

I knew clearly in this battle that I should continue to fight opponents of my stature like that orga and build up drills. In addition, the number of shooting stars that may be used is enough. It turned out to be a lot of things, and a lot of problems emerged. My lack of strength. I guess it was because I had to recognize it even if it was in response.

I wanted to build up my workouts even if I was exhausted. That's the only way to shake off a bandage wrapped around both arms and legs----.

"--Hmm?"

package (...), band (...)?

I gradually wonder here.

How come my arms and legs are bandaged? In the first place, who treated you?

"... oh, fuck, why is there a bandage wrapped around your hands and feet"

There is not a single person in the village who knows how to treat them.

In the first place, who wouldn't have prepared a bandage as a one-person ———

"You're finally up."

With Gachari.

The door knob of the door leading outside the room is twisted and one woman peeks into her face at a time as if she was aiming. And in no time, she walked under me.

"That's all the scratches. I can't help but be in a coma all week."

"No, Shukan?

"Yeah. You've been sleeping on the bed all week, haven't you? Really, like a dead man. So it's been a week since then." Starslaughter (...) "You?

So I finally remembered.

Yes, I know the woman I'm talking to right now. Instead, he calls it 'Star Slash'. Because it was an event in a dying consciousness, my memory was vague but now I gradually remember.

"... adventure, person"

"Correct. And for lying to me with a cheerful face, I have it at my root, so it's nice to meet you there."

... Speaking of which, I still remember lying to this guy and heading to get the bar cut.

It was completely out of my mind until I was pointed out.

"But there's only one. If you can answer my question, I can make you a charlatan about that time.... I'll tell you what, I'm a pretty nectar, so I don't know what happens if you refuse."

And threatened.

I don't know what I would do if I didn't answer that question. So there's nothing hard to answer. I said "... okay" to encourage the continuation of the words.

"Then sweeten to your words, don't hesitate." Star slaughter "you. What the hell are you...?

"... what?

The question that came.

But I had no idea the meaning and intent of the inquiry that rocked my own eardrum.

"The truth is, I was going to help you. I asked that girl to help you. But the reality is, I couldn't get my hands on it. Yeah, no. I was fascinated. To one swordsman named you. So I thought it was impeccable. I was made to understand with reluctance that an outsider named me should not have a hand in that battle. Yeah, it turns out you're a sword madman.

That's why she wants to hear it.

"I'm sorry to say this, but I can't imagine you being born without anything in such a despicable village with nothing. So, let me ask you something. I wonder what you are."

… that's how you explain it and gradually come to an understanding. However, that was a question I should have already answered.

I'm the Star Slasher.

One person who has a longing for 'star slaughter'.

No matter how far you fry it, nothing more or less. Only that answer is there as an answer.

"I've already heard that you're looking for the Star Slash. Still, the stunning emotions swirling in me didn't subside. I was watching you in silence, and I'm not the stepdad I could have told you, but clearly, you'd be dead if you'd made a mistake."

"... I guess. I'm aware of that. But I can't make it without that. Ordinary people like me can't talk without that."

"... that's about it. The majority of the bones throughout the body are crushed and broken, bleeding heavily. You carry a number of wounds that reach your gut in the next few centimeters, and you say that's about it.... you should recognize it properly. You're pretty broken."

You didn't tell me what.

Quietly loosening her mouth, she could not speak any more.

"... but you know what? You know what (...)"

It's just that in her, apparently, the answer came. Apparently, my answer ahead was a satisfactory enough one for her.

"I thought you were like me, but you seem a little different. I've dived into the training ground quite a bit, and even I look so cute, you have a terrible degree of heat against" star slaughter. "

And the kick-ass with that fever wasn't the kind of thing that could be explained in the earliest reasoning.

Is it because you understand that?

She didn't try to question me any further.

"I just don't hate it. I don't hate that kind of straight fever. Even if it had broken something deadly by the time there was nothing I could do about it."

That's what she closes her words with.

After all, what did you want to say and what did she want to hear from me? I don't get that answer and it's over.

It was me with a question mark about what the hell I wanted to do, but such a fold.

I heard a new voice coming through the door that was halfway closed.

"Hey, Lilea. Is it time we talked? I need to talk to that hungry ghost too ----"

It's a good man who said that and made a peek at his face. He was the man who told me that I was the "star slayer" again.

But.

"I'll be back, Lowe."

"Ah, hmm?

"Anyway, you were willing to invite that kid to the Adventurer, weren't you?... you should stop. She's not the kind of kid we can handle."

"... dude. What do you mean,"

"Look, I'm not saying four or five."

Gougly and abusively she pulls the hair of a man called Lowe —— half forced to disperse from my room as Lilea pulls.

And on leaving.

"Ah. Speaking of which, I totally forgot to mention it. We were the ones who treated you, but she's the one who's been seeing you the whole time. I've been worried sick for a long time.

Moving her gaze only in the direction Lilea pointed to, as she was told, there was a figure of Sophia rowing the ship, relying on the walls.

And that's all they told me. Now it's time they left my room behind.