Star Slashing Swordsman

"You're the swordsman because you're frightened -----

I thought I won. Dying weight.

I was convinced that this was a battle.

But with no doubt a deadly wound, a special blow popped up at me. And it was brilliant, the phrase that crushed my left arm, and thus made me feel "scared," frightened.

It's a hell of a guy.

"... no, you're scared (...)"

I get back on my feet as I exhale the emotions I was keeping in my chest.

There was a high eccentricity and a perception that he was superior to himself to demons seeking rescue.

He said he probably wouldn't win.

But somewhere in my mind I thought,

He said if we hit the moves, we wouldn't lose.

… the chronic heart became a vendetta.

I slashed my body. Deadly wounded.

So there's no pursuit.

The rationale is, the theory is, the logic is -- who the hell decided? The answer is simple. No one has decided (...). Just a one-sided bias that I was deciding was natural.

"Fuck you."

Spit out the poison and reset your head once.

And I put my thoughts around it.

--What do we do from here?

And, start asking yourself.

Perhaps Minaura's demon will soon arrive here. Even though my abilities as an individual are never higher than they were, it's definitely impossible for me to deal with them on a one-on-one basis in this state.

The Buddha will be duly overwhelmed by the numbers without hesitation.

So, run. Run. Instinct sounds the siren.

Voices like bug news were coming along with the pain coming from my left arm that had already gone beyond my reach now.

"... Shut up"

Respond to an appeal that could not be silenced.

Shut up for once. Approximate noise.

By thinking so strongly, I was able to turn my back on the appeal from instinct.

Demons push over.

Oh, oh, woohoo. That's tough.

The thought of how you did it filled my thoughts. But when it comes to fleeing, where is there a place to escape from Minaura?

... Probably not.

Then the answer is settled.

Let's reduce the threat to me by one now. Let's kill him.

I mean, ----slap him!!!

Yes, I answered myself.

"The fundamental solution is" look no further than the painful eye.... The other people used to say that. So common sense decided to throw it away. So I slashed one wing off, but I'll assume you can fly. "

That's the word of the 'star slayer' man.

And gradually, the hara is decided.

It's been two years since my first battle with Auga.

I can use magic now.

I gained experience. I gained knowledge.

Much more than then, the spirit grew as well.

But --it doesn't change (...).

It doesn't change. From then on, everything, it hasn't changed. It doesn't change.

I'm still weak.

Turn your perception of that fact into something unshakeable. And.

That's why.

"It would be handy, but it doesn't matter. You are strong, so let me strike you squarely and unexpectedly from the front ----!"

Strong you are bad. So I'm gonna have to accept the complaints. Sputtering outrageous ramblings, I'm gonna hugely skew my lips --

"Tori, it's impossible!!! its mouth slashing off. Shh!!

Step on the earth.

Kick up the dirt mass to the rear.

And --start fleshy.

He turns his gaze only for a moment toward his left arm, which droops without force, and pushes himself further to finish as soon as possible in order to stop the bleeding.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Those two letters rush me busy.

Make yourself feel strongly that you don't have time.

And.

"--For now, shut up, you."

Change the distance to zero in momentary time from even the monster who keeps making a tall odd noise.

Keep moving, jumping on the body of a demon who keeps screaming selflessly. Reach the head in no time.

accompanied by a chilling voice that echoes at the bottom of his belly, Dan, and kicks himself out and shows him the behavior of waving a boneless sword down.

Decode spinning at the same time (...).

"" Sword Creation "

The left hand can't even force itself into contentment, and the right hand already has a sword.

Nonetheless, I activate magic.

"Sword Creation" is the ability to create any sword around you. So basically, it's only useful enough to turn it into your own gain. You can't create it like Shiva does and turn it into a means of attack by doing so.

However, there is as much to use as possible.

Particles of light that react to words, are born, and begin to aggregate. It exposed itself near the back of my right foot.

"My magic can be used in this way"

Thicken the pattern of the sword you create to make it easier to kick.

And then --he launched himself into the universe, and he realized I was about to be slashed, and he slowly stopped singing and reacted to the monster.

"Pierce."

Instead of waving down the sword in his hand, he kicked the sword he had created relentlessly, and at a rate that reminded him of meteors, Sole began to fly into demons (monsters).

"----Huh!!?

Then there is an unspoken scream.

And a giant that is painfully bored by the blow it unleashes. Pursuit unleashed by a grump.

I don't have the means to avoid running up the monster giant and throwing myself into the universe.

Dead body without a whole thing. I see.

There's a future in which my body is thrown away, beaten like no other --

"--No more spare time"

... There was nothing to do.

The reason is that while I threw myself out into the universe, I jumped further into the sky.

"I can't fly like you, but I don't remember telling you I can't fight in the universe."

There are particles of light underfoot.

When a large sword is created with a sword's breadth, it kicks into the scaffold.

Create a sword —— turn it into a scaffold and kick it —— create a sword —— turn it into a scaffold and kick it.

And ————— for the first time since I got here, I looked down at the demon.

The view is good, and thanks to the surroundings, you can also see the demons gathering this way with Zorro.

... It's too soon to say that I couldn't even feel any signs until just now.

If possible, I wanted to overflow my stupidity.

Just kidding.

... but I don't even have time for that.

"... hehe, eh"

Such a fold, a pacari and an open jaw gate.

A sharp fang lined up neatly to give you a peek.

My voice leaked unexpectedly.

Something like a red-stained gas was beginning to aggregate in the mouth of a demon (monster). Kim, I can't even hear you sound like a golden chopping noise I'm used to hearing. ——— Perhaps, a precursor to flame release.

But it doesn't matter.

Slash, slash, slash, slash.

Words repeat in your chest like a curse.

Whatever it is, slap him.

And I looked to obey the word, and even silenced the noise, squeezing the pattern of the sword even more forcefully.

"Up, wait........................!! Then let's call it a battle, demon (monster)!!!

Absurd your voice.

Surrender yourself to the exaltation that dominates the body, screaming and scattering at the groans.

If I slash and tear the demon (monster) in front of me for every flame that is emitted, I win.

If I get blown away by the flames, I lose.

What simplicity and clarity.

My lips were joyfully distorted as if my cheeks had been torn apart, looking at a belligerent enemy in a position to intercept me if I were to escape.

And shake it up.

"Slash and tear -----"

The red flashes mix into the vision, scorching the skin wondering if the heat fills the area.

All I can do is create a sword, shake it down, chop it up.

Therefore, every flame is blocked in front of my eyes, without exception, and everything is ripped open and retreated.

Ready to die, let your pneumonia spit out --ooh!!

"----" Shooting star nice no no no!!"