Star Slashing Swordsman

"... I came out unauthorized after all."

That said, the more I thought about it, the more convenient it was for me to have the option of jumping out of the house without permission if I wasn't heading to Wang Du.

So,

"But well --I can't help this"

That's what I say and selfishly affirm my actions.

I just leave a letter saying, "I'm not willing to die until I slash the stars," because there was no chance that my father would rush after me when I really left the house without permission.

Perhaps now you can say that the possibility of Dad coming after you has disappeared.

"Star slaughter" involved but last.

Whatever you say, my father will know better than anyone that I won't move in Teco.

"... we have to break this up now and just think about getting to Minaura."

Take out the map you were pushing into the back of your pocket and check the contents.

He leaves the house carrying a luggage bag that he had prepared in advance after he finished writing the letter.

For this reason, the area has not yet been cut out of the world of night. About two hours before the dawn plugs in?

At night, the world of demons.

You need to keep walking until the sun rises, more than you've come out. Proclaim all that, and the demons on the road will kill you, but if you die, you won't die.

"Hurry up, maybe a week"

The village I lived in and the little lake around it. The distances to Minaura are generally known thanks to the fact that they were on the map.

Therefore, a week.

"... we need to figure out how far we can go in a day for now"

No matter how long we still have until the full moon, we can't do anything long.

Fortunately, there are several things on the map that are likely to mark the road to Minaura.

Using that as a guide, there was no other way forward now.

In this world, a person's life is relatively light. Friends and family who meet, mingle, and eat the same kettle of rice are caught up in some kind of tragedy and lose their lives the next day.

--It's everywhere.

It is in this world that words like that come out with their mouths pounding, naturally.

It is a sad event, but not uncommon.

It is a tragedy that is not otherwise unusual in this world where there is a presence that strikes a man called a demon.

And because people's lives are light, there are many people who work abusively. If you want something, kill it and take it from me. Sometimes people think about it.

Yes, for example --you think it's a thief?

"------That's amazing"

When I realized it, the words of admiration were spilling out of my mouth.

Early, several hours after flying out of the house without permission.

It's already completely bright outside, and I just pour it out of my head to say if the sun with the heat is still this.

In the meantime.

"In front of my eyes as I walked on to Minaura, I had to honestly think that the sight was amazing in my eyes.

That's the look of one young man standing around against several thieves. As far as I can tell, my age and I wouldn't be that different, but that standing around was a mastery reminiscent of the gladiators of war.

"... I'm in a hurry. I was wondering if you could step aside."

Carelessly narrowing his eyes, the young man arranges his words with one hand with a sword placed on his sheath.

There are eight bandits in front of him...

--Awkward.

When I say that words like that are the most important occasion to come to mind, I never see a rush from a youth. Ning Ro, just let me make a tired look just to say I've had more trouble.

But it was never a real escape, but it was not a dead end, let alone an attack that had been carried out a few moments earlier that had not actually made even me understand, reluctantly.

Avoid the acts he has done. Take it.

Just those two.

But they were too much as a material to judge his power.

"... I thought I could help."

Obviously which is evil, etc.

That's why I thought I should rush out to help the surrounding youth, but the idea was brilliantly fogged by the earlier offense.

... Probably get in the way instead.

I thought that while hiding in the shade of a tree.

"I missed the first time, and I gave you some advice. If we're going to disturb you any longer, we're going to have to take care of it."

"Ouioi, don't tell me.... I don't think this is going to last twice."

Words you scorn are directed at young people.

But the young man does not give a glimpse, he just stares at the thief who is standing in line like a twinkle with flax eyes.

And take a breath.

Understanding that he was unwilling to give way to the other person, the youth groaned as he made it.

"------… ha. Oh, my God. It looks like a bad day."

It stinks of trouble. He's a foolish young man, but his eyes are on the hunter himself.

The Raptors continued to focus on their enemies with their gaze.

If I ever confronted that young man, I wondered if I could beat him.

I decide I probably can't, and I break my face (...). This is it as soon as I left the village.

Vieira Aylberg, after all, the world has been so vast, and the opportunities that would lift my stage of standing have been so abundant.

So I had to laugh.

"... you guys have plucked it. Naturally, I don't accept complaints."

In a relaxed movement, the young man pulls the sword out of the sheath he was grasping in his hand --the lost sheath of contents out of his hand and drops it to the ground.

Tasteful standing in sight.

That's what convinces me that the sword in my hand is never just a trick.

But.

On the other hand of the strong words, for some reason the youth step back while laying their swords.

According to the way you see it, you can also take the action of running back. The thieves who confirmed it are still convinced on their own that it was a void --kicking up the earth with their eyes shining and beginning to kill to the youth.

(... good)

I was able to judge correctly because of what I saw from the side. That young man wasn't cowering, he wasn't in a vanity.

--I caught it.

May the thief come and kill himself as a delight.

So I stepped back as if I could pull my hips off.

For example --the earliest, the end, etc. Something that is clear.

And as I affirm that the hunch was not a mistake, perhaps, the sound of a sword-style shaking the tympanic membrane vigorously, and a bright red liquid dancing quickly.

In an instant, the smell of death filled all five senses, before the sight, my sweat glands opened all at once.

"............ what?

A barbaric voice you can hear.

It was by the slaughtered thief man.

I don't know what happened.

All I said was that my voice was leaking.

I can't even give him the scream of the Terminator while I watch my torso cry apart, and leave the sounds of heaviness and weight behind and the voice can disappear.

"Next"

Return the sword, again, and once again, a blood-whipping motion like paying for umbrella water.

And there was one thief who broke the motion into a gap, entered into a nostalgia, and tried to slash it,

"This isn't a gap. I dared to make it."

The sharp right leg shot is slapped into the pigeon tail of the thief man so that he can suck in, his eyes out as he distorts his face to the pain of the bone that stirs, and he bounces backwards like a ball twice, three times into the earth and gets kicked.

Flewn ahead is where the cornered rock exists.

I couldn't help but hear the broken sound of something crushing.

There are six of us left.

and.

At the thought of it, a blood splash rose simultaneously as it erupted from the remaining five bodies.

(What did that guy do now...?

... I was just feeling slightly uncomfortable.

It's like when I create a sword.

If there's a spring, it's probably "magic."

... Together, with the exception of one man who was prestigiously speaking to the youth, now everyone sank into the blood that colored the earth miserably.

It's a horrible trick to fall in love with.

"Ma, wait!!! No!!! I was just asked to ---!"

"I won't accept complaints, that's what I said"

A man of thieves, who now understands that the young man in front of us was a monster beyond our control, desperately arranges his words and begs for his life.

However, there was no way for the youth to listen to it--the response to the words directed was a chilling wave rolled out to the horizontal giraffe.

".................. ha"

Blood shaking motion once.

The young man exhaled once with a deep sigh as he lay his sword on the sheath that was dropping to the ground before

"So, how long are you gonna be hiding out there?"

Thought you didn't know. I've been hiding in the shade of a tree for a long time.

Should I say, after all?

No matter how much force majeure it was, they didn't take a peek and say yes to everything, it's over.