Star Slashing Swordsman

It is an open place situated in the distance of the King's capital.

There was no one around him, and the sound of leaf rubbing was plundering his ears as a hourglass, even if his ears were not clear.

"What do you say? It's a good place, isn't it?

Lilea says.

Since then, we've stopped by the guild to report the crusade, and we've been guided to this place by her.

In her hand, the sword already laid on the sheath is held. Her manoeuvres to make me laugh softly are laid back, and who can predict from now on that I and my sword will fit together?

By then, she had been an uncomfortable natural being.

"This is where I keep it. I don't really want people to see me working out."

So she says she took the time to find this place.

"Speaking of which, you were going to Minaura. I totally forgot to ask, how'd it go?" The princess of war, Vieira Aylberg... "

I guess what you dare ask here is not that you want to hear about people for Biella.

The thing I want to ask you is about strength.

"Come on?"

"Um, maybe we didn't see each other?

"We talked about it. But the only ones who fought with me were Biella Aylberg's sister Fiore Aylberg and a swordsman named Shiva."

"Yeah. I don't know a swordsman named Shiva, but that" corpse princess and hey "

Shiva also said that Fiore probably goes by the name of "Princess Corpse".

Judging so from that statement, which came naturally out of Lilea's mouth.

"Did you get anything?

"That's enough, a lot more"

"For example?"

"I noticed my immaturity, or something?

I've heard that before.

I'm scared.

"Am I?

"Well, rather than before, you always say that every time you make something happen. He said he noticed his immaturity."

But the fact is, that's the truth, so you can't deny it. All I can do is laugh and delude.

"... ma, fine. Something I didn't expect you to be more honest with than the ex. Just let me know with my sword what you got and how you grew."

Quickly, teasing, and making small noises.

It was the sound of the sheath falling to the ground.

Before I do that, I narrow my eyes.

Eventually,

"" Sword Creation "

Spinning decoding.

A boneless sword was created that focused solely on functionality, and it fitted into my right hand.

In this stand-up, principle magic is forbidden.

However, in my case, I'm not wearing a sword, so for once, magic is allowed.

In front of the vigilance and pressure to get up even this from her body, Lilea laughs furiously, not saying she was waiting for it.

But expression is the sign of wrapping around your back is as cold as a blade of extraction. Therefore, I could not feel how she floated on the fever.

If you try early when you're alarmed, it's definitely over at that moment. Such a hunch goes past the back of my brain.

"Sa, ha. Are you ready?

Carefully, yes, he asks.

In front of her, who relentlessly exudes a struggle that is only the earliest killer, what now? What a word came to mind, but with only that in mind I gave a small endorsement after sideways confirmation of Sophia waiting a little further away.

"Well, then -- here we go."

Moment. My hair is on my back.

Shortly afterwards, the death spirit of Reaper stabbed through all the people I was.

But without any hesitation, I step in. That's the signal to start.

Shortly afterwards, the wind blew all over me.

Lilea's appearance, which his vision had captured, scratches off neglectfully in conjunction with the phenomenon. All that remained was the rubbing sound caused by the grounding of the tread foot.

Possibilities of coming attacks include left and right, or from behind.

--Sharpen your nerves.

Where does the wind feel on your skin come from? Hearing is, the battle is. Based on them in a time below comma, give answers.

Perhaps, behind ---!!

"Ah, ha, ha."

The object (sword) that wields without looking back.

Without hesitation, Sole wields away the fierce blade that was still wielding me for slashing and tearing.

Metal sound to be born.

But without looking at the combined hard blows, each other's swords are played either way or no, the losers and the swords that compel each other.

Twice, and three times, the sound of the gladiator shall roar, and the spark of birth shall fall into the earth. Not so much, Lilea switches her sword backwards in less than a second, as she is accustomed to.

And being rolled out is a spear face loser poke.

It is unleashed as a series of raging shots, pouring down like a shovel of rain. Flip yourself with minimal movement, try not to avoid it, some red lines are born and run on the cheeks.

A puffy red liquid emerged.

"--Eh,"

It's awkward as it is.

Make that decision, put your strength on the toe of your right foot and back step---back.

Immediately afterwards, Lilea's mouth angle was raised.

But I did the same thing when I found a good opportunity and did that act of distorting my expression with joy (...).

Preceding the act of Lilea, who leads him to step further and make a distance, the sword already in his hand is raised on the upper stage.

--Crush it.

Discreet from the feeling of being prevented, and wave your sword as it is to unleash a blow that is too linear.

A hard feeling that eventually passes over the sword.

Katakata Katakata, and the blades joined each other, and the sound of trembling echoed loudly.

But that equilibrium does not last long.

A blow fired at one or the top.

One, while switching to reverse handheld, takes a blow released from the upper section and is enduring.

That is.

"Huh, Tobe--Huh!!!

--I am definitely more advantageous.

You rushed the battle. Lilea and I flashed our temper as we mocked each other in the chest.

Michiri, squeezes the pattern of the sword so forcefully that it makes a screaming noise, crushing each body and shooting the force forward.

But...

"--Sweet."

A mocking voice rocking the tympanic membrane.

But it has nothing to do with it. Never mind. A vanity.

To put it that way, the sense of resistance transmitted from the sword as a surprise can disappear.

I still see Lilea in front of me.

The swords remain aligned with each other. But why do I have a question mark in my head? I get to the answer.

--Receiving.

... No, but I would have shot them off so they wouldn't let me recieve them. And my thoughts just overflow in my brain saying I'm not convinced.

But even while doing so, Lilea is moving on to the next motion. So I drove all those emotions to the other side.

Decide that Gudagda and his troubled free time is nowhere.

"HOW, RA --!! I'm going next!!!

Rigiri, and Lilea twisted her body like a spring, letting her take the first blow away. She swirled in a procedure like a back fist.

The attack, which is released as it is carefully proclaimed, "We're going to attack," strips fangs furiously at me.

But now I'm shooting a blow all over my body from the top, and I'm overwhelmed by the fact that it's been diverted, and I'm treading. That's exactly -- what can be called a dead body.

But you have to avoid it.

So avoid it. Avoid. Avoid.

Hiddenly he tells himself and throws his body forcefully to the side. A brilliant blade in silver that passes quickly on the side.

--Critical, too......!!

Look out for Lilea as she exhales her sharp breath.

Then I just have to give myself time or something to draw the silver trajectory in front of me again, and I get the sound of slashing and tearing the wind apart for a moment late. Now, Lilea is on the upper level.

It was the opposite of the earlier expansion.

And everywhere he gets unleashed on the arrogant shore -- a blow that he rolls out with exactly the same behavior as I did earlier.

If you can flush it, flush it.

If you can imitate something, try to imitate it.

He shoots me through belligerently with dull light wrapped eyes that remind him of the devil, momentum and cranial strikes from the upper stages to release a blow all over him.

"Ko, of..."

Speaking of pure sword skill only, Lilea is on my frontier a few steps up.

Therefore, perhaps, where she tried to imitate earlier, she would be taking action against herself, and in the first place, I don't think she could do the same artistic work.

So instead of recieving it, I run my sword toward the sky in such a way as to break every target's gain from the blow that strikes.

Heavy shock sound that eventually comes.

The metal noise splitting his ears shook a frightening wooden spirit around.

"Ah, ha, ha ha"

A laugh mixed with the sound of battle.

Each other is slightly taken by the shock that strikes each other, retreating.

I see that the open distance quickly shifts to zero because Lilea and I stepped in a big way.

And I don't know how many times. Twist myself ahead of visibility against the blow that is rolled out —— dodge.

Immediately after, the turning counter.

"MO, YEAH --YEAH!!!

Slash up--flicker backwards.

But the feeling of how long I waited to come slaughtered and torn. It was not the bright red liquid that scattered in front of me, but the red flash I was tired of seeing —— a spark.

There is no latchiness as it is.

I wasn't the only one who made that decision, or I just jumped away from saying I'd re-arranged it without either of them.

When I realized that it was still a few matches, the sound of hiccups and wheezes was leaking out of my mouth.

"... don't stray into boulders,"

Bitter laughter.

I line up my words with a bump and sweat on my forehead.

"Isn't that right? How many years do you think I've been waving my sword? But you're growing too fast."

"Thank you."

"... I can't help but think that jealousy has created a good sword opponent and let me enjoy it."

With that said, Kihi, and a non-feminine grin, Lilea pulled out another swing (...) of sword that was lowering to her waist.

And drop the sheath to the ground again.

--Double Swordsman.

The sword Lilea deals with has a shorter blade tip than the sword I deal with and is built with a greater emphasis on ease of handling than the length of the reach.

Right and left.

A sword fits in both hands of Lilea.

There can be no gap in that tattooed standing, and the intimidation emanating from her body rises a few steps.

Even though Lilea doesn't really like to fight with a double sword because she gets drunk a lot (...), she really doesn't feel comfortable choosing Sole.

"Sa----let me enjoy it twice as much as usual for what I've been accumulating, okay?... hehe, hehe, hahaha"

Laughter starts pounding loudly as you take odd steps to the right and left. Exactly. That's a mad laugh.

I just tremble my throat when it's fun and I can't help it, shake my body, and sound into the atmosphere.

Eventually, the laughter stops perfectly --at the same time, the earth mass dances into the universe from both directions.

That signals a resumption.

A metallic sound that sounds moderate. Sparks coloring the void splash around more than once.