Star Slashing Swordsman

And the gaze you can point at. That goes straight to the map I have.

"... n"

I hear a roar from the mouth of a young man as he contemplates. Then, "as good as it gets" is good at it.

"I mean, instead of you guiding me, I told you to be your sword. Is that what this is about?

Extremely natural. He turns the outcome into a voice and speaks. Me and him, we met for the first time.

If something is presented, it is normal to connect that it is a give-and-take.

But I shook my head against the words.

"No way. Nothing. I don't want that."

Returns words with a slightly bitter laughing face.

"If you insist on saying this, you didn't look like a bad person. Don't worry, you can take down as many demons as you want."

"... that's a lot of confidence"

"Naturally. Oh, my God, I'm a star slayer. There's no way a star-cutter can stop acting like a demon."

Slash and throw away all obstructions that stand.

Because I wouldn't talk about it without that much temper.

And one laugh arrived in my tympanic membrane with words added in my chest.

And the voice pounds loudly as if it had been played.

"Ku, ha, ha, ha! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!! Star slaughter? What the hell. Are you trying to kill an arrow that floats in the sky?

It was me who flattered the laughter, but unfortunately I remember being told that and laughed at.

And silence is an affirmation.

"I've still lived twenty-five years in this, but I've never met a guy who proclaims that.... That's why I'll say it as a first come. Death is the only thing you can wait for if you don't mind."

"I know you won't even tell me. I know, that's why I proclaim it."

In other words, it is nothing more than the fact that, after passing through his minutes, he has said that he can only act as a Yota, such as "star slaughter".

I believe I can do the truth.

Because I have the memory of the only star slayer. So never, not impossible.

"... you have no ears to listen to, even though I'm kind enough to advise you around the corner"

"I'm listening. I'm listening. After hearing what you said, I'm still just trying to get to Minaura.

He said, "I don't have an ear to hear that."

Ha, and the young man sighs a few times he doesn't know.

"... You admit it, my friend says I'm a human being called directional tone deafness. If you're going to show me around, I'm sure you'll let me sweeten you up, but really, I don't have to protect you, do I?

"No two words."

"Ha, it's an instant answer. Ma, its intentions and good. I'll only buy you your prestige."

Unexpectedly a bitter laugh.

He was so full of laughter at my cleanliness.

"I know you do, but the closer you get to Minaura, the more demons you get. Fighting is definitely inevitable. Don't resent me when I'm dead."

"You don't have to confirm that over and over again. Because no matter what they say, this idea doesn't change."

"... Goddamn, you hungry, adorable bastard"

After all, I guess he's not a bad person in front of you. Fact is, is this how good it is? Is that good? and change the words to get confirmation.

... Perhaps by then a human being named me will look unreliable from his eyes.

I said, "Give me a hand."

At the same time.

but the sound of sari and leaf rubbing also reached my ear.

Immediately after, one possibility floats in the back of the brain.

I turn to the carcasses of the exhausted thieves, smelling a dead odor similar to the iron rust that spreads around them.

--Demons are bloodthirsty.

A lapse two years ago.

That sight was unexpectedly evoked that had lured the ogre because it had attached the blood of the goblins to his body.

"--Demons"

The moment I say that word, my grin falls out of my expression reflexively. His right hand turned to the pattern of a sword that lowered to his hips and clenched quietly.

"Heh?"

The young man who gazes at my actions for not saying he is outwitted, such as demons, gets a voice as if he was impressed somewhere.

"So, what do we do? As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to lose my guide here -- --"

But I turn my guard to the demon who would be hiding at the end of his gaze, without even listening to his words.

And lean the weight forward --kicking the dirt mass backwards, jumping.

"--hey, uh, oi!? I told you about me.

Ha ha!? And he was a vocal young man, but my attitude toward demons was a must in the lead.

Something that strikes and cuts through the void before it's set up by the opponent.

Hence.

"Maybe, here."

Put it into words but fast, or pull out the sword that was lowering to your hips and replace it with a reverse hand.

And Gugu, and squeezed his right hand with a toss instruction--toss it.

"Ha!? Oh, I thought you were a bottomless idiot, but you're crazy enough to let go of your weapon!?

What are you doing back there, you!! and screamed like screams, but this was still out-of-the-box too.

Because my gain (sword) is the magic that is always present on my side.

Then the sword thrown pierces the earth or no, or the sign of a demon lurking near it makes a noise and spreads from the spot.

How many -- five?

"Sorry! Two went that way!! The demon has four legs!! Maybe, Wolf!!

I panicked and shouted, knowing it was an unnecessary favor.

A four-legged carnivore.

The name of the demon that easily bites off people's hands and feet is --Wolf.

Probably invited by the death stench of the thieves to come. I was distracted by that young man's dreaded skill and completely oblivious.

My father also told me that I was surrounded by dozens of demons from places with a dead odor and that if I wasn't sure I could defeat them, I would keep my mouth shut as far away as I could.

"No! I don't mind that!! More than that, your sword is now--right...?

But I already have a sword in my hand that should have been thrown, in contradiction to the words of a young man worried by desperate shapes. I guess that's why.

The wack he stopped saying along the way.

"You could have stuck me as much as you wanted. Come on. After all, you're not going to do so well."

Wolf is a quick demon.

If you set your aim, it will definitely hit you. What a raw, gentle demon. And now, the sword cast is piercing the earth in vain.

"... YAY. This should be seen as good enough."

Wolf of five scattered bodies.

Those three set their sights on me, jumping out of the grass at once and coming at me.

As usual (...), I was hopping in a straight line.

"No matter how fast it is, if the aim is monotonous, there is something to deal with"

Especially when they take the lead, less intelligent demons, not just Wolfe, are decided to strike in a linear fashion. There is a way to deal with this one if you know it is linear in advance.

Let your body bow slightly and let the sword you created slide to the ground in an instant.

And with the bouncing momentum -- a flash.

The unique sensation of slashing the bones and the chisel passes from the sword to the hand, frowning slightly, but shaking it off.

Dear, give me back my wrist and flash again.

In the blink of an eye, two necks flew into space at the same time.

"Mmm."

In one breath, moreover, corpses are cumulative.

Should I confirm that I flew the neck of the three demons for sure, and then turn around over my shoulder and say yes? The figure of a young man who was finishing up the demon appeared in his sight.

The smell of iron rust and meat mass that tickles the nasal cavity.

The discomfort has risen without the knowledge of the ceiling, coupled with the tragically coloring red red of the earth, but I've been quite used to it in the last two years.

"... this is amazing. Villager habit. You're a wizard.

As far as it goes.

I was wondering if that much confidence was due to the existence of that "magic". That's what the young man said as he looked out for my score with his sword dyed red.

"Sure, the way you fought, but if it's the way you are, you don't need my words."

Wolf is never a strong demon.

Speaking of strength, that aug I ran into two years ago is dozens of times stronger.

Still, I put it to word that the young man in front of me was an unwanted verse.

The reason for this is probably good hands.

"If you want to show me around. I thought I would return the favor very quickly, but this appearance seems unnecessary. So I'll try to repay you on this one day. --Now my name is Shiva. He's just a swordsman."

Though you're just a swordsman strong enough, I'll name you back, too, to imitate Shiva.

"I'm Julius. He's just a swordsman who wants to kill stars."

"Ha.... even if I didn't dare say that, I just heard"

Shiva still laughs at my statement, even though she is somewhere frightened. However, anything like thorns until earlier had completely disappeared.

"Well, before the next demon arrives, I need your guidance --Julius"