Star Slashing Swordsman

It is a being that attacks people --demons.

They are commonplace in this world.

How the hell are they born like that? The answer is simple.

Demons are born of "anger."

There is an "air" in the air, a collection of which are living in some form, rooted in this world as demons.

"--aka," The Cursed City. "That's what they call Minaura."

Compared to the rest, Shiva said that to me walking next door, Shiva said that there were many demons in the city -- Minaura.

"" A lot of temper means that the quality of demons is different from normal and strong. "Heading to Minaura, the majority of the dead died because of the difference."

"The more temperament there is, the better the quality of the demons that are born.

It is a demon born near Minaura, called even the Cursed City.

The quality is inferred and intelligible.

"That's why it was no more convenient as a place to give it a name. I give my name to join the demon sweep with that" Minaura ". It's getting hard to be anonymous."

That being said, Shiva touched the pattern of a sword that gently lowered to her waist with a pong.

"Famous Sword --Gracia. Because this guy's name sells better than mine, he used to be a feather that was frequently targeted by thieves. I think it's time you didn't beat me to it, and let my name blow."

"Heh."

You know I just came out of the village. That's how Shiva used to talk to me frequently on the road to Minaura.

Judging from previous stories, perhaps, what Lilea and Lowe, the adventurers who were coming to the village, called "mutant species".

Perhaps it is better to assume that it always fits in "Minaura".

"By the way, Julius"

"Yeah?"

"I've been wondering, where the hell are you and who did you learn that sword from?

After one of Wolfe's.

On a few occasions, when I came across the demon, it was me and Shiva who came slashing down, but my sword --that is, I guess I was concerned about moves and standing around.

Such questions had been inadvertently thrown at me.

"When I say villager, I think it's selfish, and it's a little too perfect (...). I thought you learned it from someone... but I don't think there are many people who can teach you how to kill a sword so polished."

"Only in the act of slashing, the sword technique as it was born as a result of the infusion of heart and blood.

Words that can't tell if you're praising or denigrating me shake my tympanic membrane that it's the ultimate broken sword that is only trivial in front of the act of "slashing."

... Really, I couldn't think of a word to give back as soon as Shiva's words passed.

And pinch just a few seconds of silence,

"Isn't that good?

I decided to put a smile on my face when I just said I was happy to be here.

I'm the only one who remembers that guy from "Star Slash". Whoever you are, you can't take that away from me or see it. Literally, it's really something only I was allowed to do.

So it's good, right? And I declare.

"But no matter how much I envy you, I can't just tell you this. Anyway, there's no one in this world who told me everything about my sword."

He's dead, or something before that.

He's not even a resident of this world in the first place.

As far as I can tell, I've never heard of a man in this world who devoted his life to the act of 'star slaughter'. In other words, that is the answer.

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I guess you regret hearing bad things. Shiva overtly clouded her expression.

Here, I guess I should tell you properly that I'm not dead, but who will believe me because the swordsman I dreamed of is my own master?

Assuming someone believes me, that's probably about Sophia.

So I decided to make a mistake like this, although it was bad for Shiva.

"And then I want to make Star Slash. That swordsman's moves were true and could reach the stars, because he wanted to prove them instead."

I want to know everywhere that my admiration was the strongest (out of standard) that could even reach the stars.

"... Hang on. That's what I'm talking about as long as I can. An idiot trying to martyr an ideal was an idiot with solid things that even an idiot could not give way to. Isn't that nice? I don't hate that."

Ningro, I prefer it.

My thoughts must have touched Shiva's harp line. He distorted his appearance in delight, and he was squeaking.

Then laugh powerlessly that any further confirmation is incompetent,

"If there's only one reason for that, I won't say anything more. Give me that. If your hungry ghost is headed to the dead end, hit him first. But I thought I'd stop him, but stop. Stop. Don't call the one you're just ready for (...) a hungry ghost. Well, let's just say that ----you can kill one demon and blow it up!!

Raggedly, scream and scatter words.

There was an old, scratchy wall in front of us like that.

There was a wall standing high.

And ----.

"--If you're a gatekeeper, kill the one who came out of Minaura. Hey ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The magical --decoding that is spinned.

In the blink of an eye, a pitch-black sword grows from the ground (...) --and it stretches heavenly high everywhere.

Shiva said his magic is very similar to mine, and his ability to produce swords anywhere (...).

It's just that his magic is just temporary, and he can't use it as his own gain, like me.

Immediately afterwards, Nanica falls off with a throbbing, throbbing noise. It was a bug-shaped demon with wings.

"Magic, use......"

"What a surprise. It's not unusual for a wizard to be a wizard right now. This" war princess "or me. Plus, even Julius here can use it. Don't treat me like a beast."

Standing wall.

Shiva spurned the words as she looked at several gatekeeping men standing near it with a mixed gaze.

And walk straight under them.

"I don't know which one has it, but the roster, huh?... Just let me out."

For a moment, the roster? and a question mark floats overhead, but it's also a moment.

"... Julius. You said you came to Minaura because you were summoned, right? Then we'll have to finish it first."

"When we reach Minaura, we will respond to the call. I am reminded of the words of Vieira Aylberg, who said: Sure, if you don't leave a mark on something that I'm here, the act of the corner goes to nothing.

"You know, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, you know, I look fine, but on the other hand, I don't know where I am when it comes to absolutely impossible to say no."

Has something happened in the past?

Abominably arranging the words, Shiva, the man at the gatekeeper who perceived the situation laughed bitterly and said "... you didn't know the villagers were coming here" and offered me something like a roster.

Drop your gaze on the roster you were given.

It was a fine piece of paper with a map that had been given to it by Vieira.

"You know where the village is, don't you? You just have to press the magic mark there."

Magic stamp.

That is what is needed when we exchange contracts in writing in this world.

Lilea told me that if I were to come to Wang Capital one day, I would need it, and when I was in the village, she taught me how to push it, so I pushed my thumb on the location of my village.

"They can't come from any other village anyway. Push him big."

Looking sideways at Shiva laughing with pleasure when I said that, I stamped the paper with a very similar procedure when dealing with magic.

"Now the village tax will not rise, but Julius will not be able to pull it later."

"I've been here since I broke my promise to childhood friends. I don't want to turn back now."

"... Damn, it's evil."