The Branded Female Fencer

"This is why humans are sometimes harder than demons. Looks like you need to finish up here now, Shiro."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I would love to see that temper break and beg for forgiveness."

"It's no longer offensive to just hear words leaking out of that mouth. Die of disease!"

Drew took the lead. Fast blow from no preliminary motion. A single blow unleashed a slash to drop the neck of the heritage, but the long knife of the heritage shimmered and slapped Drew off.

Drew was even more alert to its sharpness.

"(I see, you're different from the competition. A swordsman of sorts whose concentration increases when taken seriously? I didn't expect you to manipulate that long knife so skilfully)"

Drew is not going to play. Seeing the sword of the Heritage that increases sharpness, it further increased the speed in two steps. Little thought about defense, a blow close to abandonment. Turn off the signs, turn off the noise, extinguish in an instant the fire that was there earlier, disperse in the darkness and release the fastest blow from behind.

But I also knocked off the inheritance. Drew also voiced surprise at this.

"What!?

"There it is!

Release a blow with flexibility while the shoulder joints of the heritage are unnatural. But the trajectory of the blow that was supposed to have struck him changed further, taking Drew's right arm.

Drew's right arm and sword disappear into darkness.

"Gu!?

"Isn't it affordable?

I feel like I could hear the lingering tongue of the tradition, but Dru flew quickly to turn down the signs and hid himself in the shadow of the rock. The eyes of the Heritage should not yet be used to the darkness. They didn't think there was an immediate pursuit.

"There it is."

A sword of legacy took Dru's left leg from rock to rock. The same goes for cutting off a rock with a knife, but Drew's estimate of just the same for an unmistakable blow fell off. A heritage that slowly emerges from the shadows of the rocks to Dru, who falls ill and falls.

The legacy creeps in sparingly to Drew, who also slowly retreats from standing.

"Isn't that strange? Why you got a blow, and you can aim precisely at your legs in the dark"

"... right." Heart-eye "on" Demon Knife "? Big deal."

Drew pointed it out as soon as possible. I was more surprised with the answer.

"You're right! No, I didn't expect you to spot me so quickly. Therefore it is impossible to receive my sword, nor shall darkness make sense again."

"It's boring. I'm not going to entertain you."

I sighed when the words were handed down.

"Why don't you enjoy the fight some more? The flickering tension of the exchange of life can never be substituted for anything else"

"I'm sorry, but I've never had the pleasure of fighting in my life. Even though I never won in training, waving my sword in action was a hundred wins a hundred battles. I never met enough opponents on the battlefield to be nervous enough, I was just overwhelmed. What do you want me to enjoy with this?"

"It's because I've never met a true strong man, like it did"

"I'm sorry, but when you did, I threw up and threw it away. I've never lost a bunch of them."

To Drew's words, the heritage was just a little irritating, or he had a blue muscle on his forehead. The long knife had also changed its shape thoroughly so as to suit the mood of heritage, and had changed from a knife to a body as if a knife were to grow. Drew was convinced that this was the identity of the attack he had just suffered.

"It's hilarious if the void passes. It would not be a word to throw up in a situation where you lose your right arm and left leg and you cannot even stand.

Be careful what you say to discredit your own worth. That's what it's about to shrivel. "

"That's good! Please shrivel."

"If you shrivel, you will have to go out to rough means to boost your mood. And I don't like rough means like Vasquez."

I wanted to say which mouth wanted it, but Drew laughed. Because I reconsidered what I looked like, that it would certainly look like a funny outfit and a vanity.

"Do I look like a void - apparently that mind eye can't even be a true heart eye. Can't you see who I really am?"

"Ho, what does it really look like?

"I can't help but show you this. To that extent, I praise you for pushing me. Tomorrow's battle is ruined, but I'm giving up. It doesn't change the outcome."

When Drew's figure was black and unlocked into darkness, his figure changed so that a black bandage wrapped around his body could be unlocked. And then all that remained was a beautiful boy, for sure.

Though in the darkness, the heart eye of the Heritage captured exactly what it looked like. To a prettier boy than I imagined, the saliva of the heritage was leaking out.

"That's why all the hands and feet I slashed earlier are a bluff. There's no scratch on who I am. Sorry to hear that."

"- Good, good! Again, there was no mistake in the sense of smell it did! He's the best boy I've ever seen in my life!

Now, get down before it does! No, you can't force it! Don't say three days and three nights, but you can enjoy it all night, seven or ten days! Enjoy it until it dries up!!

"... haven't you heard. Well, fine."

As Drew extended his right arm, his sword came out of the ground lukewarmly. Rather than growing, darkness took shape and became a sword. Seeing that, the Heritage wasn't surprising.

Continued