The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Kusanagi sword.

I think we've all heard that name once, too. I'm sorry if someone doesn't know.

But don't worry. My sweet heart, I'm going to explain for those people as far as I can remember.

I think this is the only way to see the Kusanagi sword in Japan.

Long time ago, long time ago, that was a long time ago. The famous Susano tried to exorcise Yamatano Orochi, who seems to have worked some evil somewhere, and after the fierce battle, Susano chopped up his body - I'm glad he didn't have to chop it up - but I'm sure it was more tonnes of demo playback than me, just thinking about it would be frightening.

And at this time, the blade of the sword, which I don't know if it was a divine sword or a holy sword, was missing from Susanoo's use of Heavenly Feathers when cutting the tail. No way is this snake even planting hihihirokane in its tail!? So I thought I'd explore it, and what a sword came out of its tail.

Why was this snake implanting a sword in its tail, usually not in its stomach or in its bowels, or why does the snake have a better sword than the heavenly feathers I have in the first place? What is Yamatano Orochi in the first place? Etc. Susanoo, who had endless questions, said, 'I don't care. I mean, this sword, maybe what the snake ate earlier, right? Then it's usually dirty, isn't it?' He decided to give up the idea and push it as a offering to his boss because it was dirty and what made him his property.

Replacement.

And, well, here's the story.

Briefly describing the Kusanagi sword for those who have abstained from reading the above long text feels like 'a dirty sword coming out of the snake's body'.

─ ─ ─ This description alone would seem so weak.

With that in mind, I move my gaze back into the stage.

Armor, you have it. It has the appearance of a silver sashimi with emerald magic on a black pattern, and its color (...) was so strong, dazzling and above all beautiful that it would probably be visible even in a special body like mine.

─ ─ ─ At all, isn't Susano out of his mind that he thought this was dirty?

Well, if, in the unlikely event that he (Susano) exists, it's a terrible idea to have to sit down immediately.

With that in mind, this voice arrived at my (shadowy) activated "Hell Ear".

"Ko, this might be a little silly......"

That's what I said, one step with my sword in place, another step and a twist back, Max. Did I just say I want to take a little distance and buy time for the Devil's Sword summons rather than say I'm going down?

But there was an immediate call from the brave man.

"I've only heard rumors, Max, that you're a demon swordsman...... so does that fit?

Max responds with a pickle to that word.

But I'm not answering that question - I'm sure you want to prevent me from creating gaps by answering it.

I'll see how that goes, exhale a little and stick the Kusanagi sword to the ground, Armour, you.........

"" "" "" "......... that?

We are surprised to see the unexpected.

That was the same for the audience and the moderators, Max himself, and even the main body.

Sure, if he was an old guy, he'd say, 'The battle has to be square. I'll wait for you, so try to summon the Devil's Sword,' but... no, I heard the Devil's Sword before that, and I said, 'You evil man! You'll get rid of me!' Or something like that might have struck me.

Well, anyway, he wouldn't think that if he were an old guy anyway, and above all, he wouldn't feel sympathy, alarm, or chronic. Even if Max had stumbled on me earlier.

At least the thought of him led to the act, but at least I couldn't imagine it.

That's the same for Max,

"... one. What are you going to do? Armor Pendragon."

Yes, make a slightly dodgy voice.

─ ─ ─ You thought he was licked. Seems unusual and genuinely angry.

I saw that, Armor. You were in a hurry, waving your hand a boom,

"Beh, it's not like I'm licking you or anything!? 'Cause normally if I fought, they'd do it like they did earlier, and maybe if you let me summon the Devil's Sword, I'd have a similar situation just now."

That's what I say. I distort my face with regret again,

─ ─ But he says.

"But I want to fight him (...). I have to beat you for that, and if it's true, I think I should cut it at this moment....... but."

And I could no longer feel remorse in his face saying so, only pure readiness could be seen.

"I don't want to have fun and win. I want to fight desperately and win the right to fight him again."

- You think I'm arrogant and hypocritical? he says.

I looked at it and doubted my eyes. [M]

...... I thought this was the same person as Arr (...).

If it hadn't been for that past, I might have complimented him on being a cool boy, and I might have said that, as much as Kuse, he seemed to be the hero.

─ ─ No, in view of its past, its standing and atmosphere was open to my husband.

Max, who, like me, rounded his eyes to his appearance and understood the content of the word, blew it out a little like he couldn't stand it, and returned it like this.

"Oh my God, you're not the coolest!

It was almost at the same time that Max's body overflowed with magic.

─ ─ Apparently, Max has admitted to him.

Now Max can summon three wielding demon swords.

One was "Tilving the Devil's Sword," which you used to fight me before.

And the other two didn't tell me by saying, "I'll keep it a secret because the time may come to defeat you one day," and I only used Tilving during the training I was watching.

─ ─ Well, that was enough because Tilving was equipped with two ridiculous physical enhancements: a ton of demo sharpness and consuming strength......,

I will return my gaze to you again, Armor.

The intimidation felt from that divine sword and body is stronger than Tilving, and in Max, not too far from the power, you will undoubtedly not be able to beat him in Tilving first.

─ ─ Then what the hell do we do?

"I didn't want to show you..."

With that word of Max, a black (...) magic runoff overflows from his body.

─ ─ Black, black, above all black.

Deep pitch-black color that seems as if there is nothing impure. That's Leon's magic. Much blacker than anything, that color.

"'Follow my voice and manifest yourself!

moment, its pitch-black magic swells up at once,

"Demon Sword!" Darin Slave (...) "Huh!!

Moments, a wave of great sword is created in Max's hand.

Black pattern with black body. The body was long, far from two meters but still long, yet exquisitely large enough to be handled with one hand.

Moreover, its pitch-black body is blackened with black aura.

─ ─ However, it felt like I said a cursed demon sword.

This isn't a bad one......?

That thought struck my mind, but the hour was already late.

"I'll give you some respect and some (...) seriousness. You're not gonna die easy, are you?

In my eyes, I saw you, Armor, sweating cold, and the Devil's Sword (Darin Slave) that reinforced the red aura just to make me suck blood fast.

-Mr. Armor, he could be dead.

I thought so.

Kyoka sighed when she was surprised by the magic and intimidation of the Kusanagi sword and watched the faces of all of us (the shadows) who were more surprised by Darin Slave's next appearance.

"To say Devil's Sword Der Inslave is certainly a cursed Devil's Sword. But, you know, in mythology and all that, he says, 'Once you're out of your sheath, you won't be quiet until you take the lives of your enemies,' but you're not really capable of that, are you? Cursed, though."

"Hmm? What a cursed sword you mean?

"You sure look cursed......, something I'd like to give away from Max from being cool"

I know what I'm teaching you, and I dare to talk to you, Daytime Nights, because they could see through my cover at some point. I remember I was in such a hurry the first time I found out.

"So what is that devil's sword capable of? When I studied at the Royal Palace, they explained it."

"Ha ha......, you've only heard my name"

"I don't even know my name."

"... unless sincerely impudent, so am I."

Hey, Guild Clerk, study properly.

And I thought that, but there are still few things called schools in this world that only the rich or highly capable can go to?

If you're a fairy, you're still that half-assed, relatively poor spiritual magic nail.

It would be the fruit of a tremendous effort because he was born with such knowledge and ability, and on top of that he had become the great lady of the Paciria Guild Branch.

─ ─ Well, next time I'll luxury you with something. Or let's take a vacation.

And, knowing my opinion or not, Kyoka turned her gaze toward me and laughed softly - - you know this - and put her gaze back into the stage.

"But, well, there's no downside to not being able to fit in if you don't kill him, but instead, he's got some pretty nasty abilities."

─ ─ ─ If you insist, is it a vampire killer (...)?

Yes, she said, and turned her gaze towards me again.

A little... No, I have a pretty bad feeling about it, and my face is unwittingly drawn.

No way, Mr. Max? You're not serious about killing me, are you?

On stage, it was just where Max and Armour clashed.