Star Slashing Swordsman

Su, su, and I can only lay my breath like a sleeping breath shaking my eardrum at regular intervals.

The pain runs when I even move it around my neck.

So I just glanced down at Sophia, and I gazed at her.

"Hey --Sophia"

And speak up.

Towards Sophia rowing the ship, I spoke as if nothing had happened.

"You, you're awake"

…………

I'll tell you that with a reprehensible glance to familiarize youngsters who will be working on it until they imitate rowing the ship.

Sophia's body was perfectly stiff as she rowed the boat.

The eye lid still remained closed, but it was like affirming my words at a time when I had unnaturally stopped moving.

"... how many years do you think we've been dating?"

Probably because he was born in a small village.

Most of the family looked at each other every day, or as soon as they fell asleep, they could see it.

"... I know it's hard to talk to you. Just say one thing. I'm not mad about Sophia, I'm not resenting her. If I tell you it's this wound, it's the one I wanted. So nowhere is there any need for Sophia to feel guilty"

I didn't want to turn my back on the auga (wall) that stood in front of me.

However, there were many times when I could escape if I wanted to.

But I didn't try to escape.

Reality, I grabbed an option that I could only call a fool to stand up to with a bar-cut in one hand.

"There's nothing you need to be sick of, because there's nowhere to be"

That's what I laugh at.

From Sophia, I know you think it's your fault, but still, from me, this wound was convenient to me without any help (...).

Of course, it's not that I like pain or that special sexuality -- it's just that, given what's to come, this wound was just fine.

I got a good idea about this one.

In all matters, the fundamental solution is, in other words, that there is no other way to look at 'painful eyes'. It has to be carved and placed once in the back of the chest, as it was a valuable experience. From now on, that's for sure if you're looking to 'star slaughter'.

That aug made me realize that.

This wound is the result of my sweet thoughts. It's not a strong mistake to say that it's a strong wound, but hopefully (...) received. I thought so.

So this is for real.

frank words, not fake emotions taken up.

"It's no consolation. Because this is what I meant. So there's really nowhere I need to feel that bad."

I thought you stopped rowing the boat. Be rigid.

I thought you were stiff. Pull over.

I thought I leaned down --crying out silently.

Lilea's words past my brain, frightened that anything might be too emotionally unstable.

--You 'd be dead if you took a wrong step.

I laughed bitterly, understanding that word was the ultimate cause of the situation in front of me.

"It was a good experience. It was a valuable experience. It was life-threatening, but still, there was an unlimited amount of what was gained"

As far as I'm concerned, I see value in you saying that that struggle was worth risking your life for.

But that's just for me.

You're assuming that I'm dying of serious injury because of myself. Sophia won't get my word to me by the time I can't help it.

Still squeezing emotions in your chest, just pounding them on the floor, pounding them off, and making water balls.

To be clear, I wanted to mourn what I was supposed to do.

"............ Ha, ha"

Nevertheless, it was my fault when it came to the original.

Sofia left the village in the first place. But the reason I moved it into action was my word. Therefore, if you pin it down, it will all come down to me.

So I don't know anymore because it stinks.

I just can't.

"In the first place, you're mistaken. Why do I have to die like an org? Why do I have to be here trying to make Star Slash?"

Make overconfident remarks.

Because I thought it would be just right for Sofia opponents to act as if there was nothing there.

"I told you. He said he won't lose. Just trust me for a little while, as long as I've known a child."

So all I'm saying is don't give me that kind of overnight vibe. I say go away.

Anyway, I guess someone else blew me into something, like a wound that wasn't weird when I died.

... In fact, I would have, so there's no way I can say anything to the boulder about it.

But you'll be forgiven enough to blow in extra things and zero out a degree of stupidity.

But I can't do it unless I do.

"But"

I thought I opened my mouth gradually, and Sophia's voice, trembling in just two letters, was stopped.

Can't you think of any words to go on?

Are you wondering if it's good to spin the words that would be on your mind?

I don't know that.

There's no way I can see inside Sophia.

But it was in my eyes, and I couldn't help it. So.

"Ah!! This is how I live! Don't kill me on your own just now, runaway girl!!

"Oh, that's not a runaway. Shh!!

He screams and scatters indiscriminately, while slightly distorting his expression to the pain that erodes his body.

I know why you twitch, and even if I were in the opposite position, I might have been like Sophia. But if you always behave like that, even I'll be disgusted by the boulders.

"Huh!? You were willing to hide and stay in the wild by yourself!

"Huh!? That! I'm gonna be beautiful too!? I've been desperately hiding and there's no way to say that------!"

- I don't think so.

He had a sinking face and was also on the wall. Sophia didn't just call it a buying word in the selling words, but stood up well and tried to argue

"... that's about all I need. You said you fought an orga with all my help, but when I can show you a faint face like this, I'm going crazy, and I'm going crazy with guilt, too."

Sophia's body was also stiff.

I'm sure that's because I realized I was being glued around in a bandage, screaming and scattering words as I showed my utmost strength.

"Oh, I'm sorry.... Julius"

And let me face down again, apologize.

... There is no latch on the boulder as it is.

After making that decision, I decided to change the subject forcefully.

After more than a dozen seconds of silence.

I cut out the story.

"--You know. I'm gonna leave this village when this wound heals."

"... eh"

I don't know what you're talking about.

All I said was that, Sophia, who had heard my words, was stunned to open her eyes.

"I told Sophia I wasn't ready to leave yet, but that was my perception wrong. What I'm missing is not training. … what was needed was readiness and experience"

So I declare I'm leaving the village.

... I think it's convenient for him.

Because once I say I'm not leaving the village, and now I say I want to leave the village with my hands back.

Although.

"... I knew my uncle would be right"

Sophia's scream, which I could have predicted somewhere in my mind would come in advance, was not heard in my ear. On the contrary, there is one word that indicates a sigh-minded renunciation.

Just how come my father's name comes up there? The reason was completely out of comprehension.

"... my father?

"Yes. Julius' father. Maybe when I woke up, that idiot son told me because he would definitely say so. And the message."

Perhaps you are angrier than anyone at my impotence.

How did my father know I wanted to leave the village? I don't know that.

But I didn't want to hear that word that Sophia was trying to spin.

I wanted to block my ears.

... but I wasn't even going to be able to pretend I hadn't even heard of it instead of blocking my ear because of the injury.

"... you know, my uncle told me that Julius wanted to leave the village----"