The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

- Once upon a time, we fought here.

I fought that one...... and I don't know if I can say it, but it was actually relative, well, I ended up interrupted along the way.

At that time, Lucifer and other great demons interrupted me.

And over time, a month ago.

In the misty city of London, we saw each other.

And - defeated.

"Justice, what is it?"

That's what I thought at the end of it when I felt defeated, sipped bitterness, and was shoved in the face by muddy water.

What the hell is justice......?

A man resisted saving the world.

I don't know what was at its root, but he still felt that saving the world was' justice '.

One woman had no avenge for destroying the world.

I must have seen, felt, resented all sorts of things and decided in my heart to avenge everything at the end of it. I didn't stop suspecting that was' justice '.

A man laughed and lay low.

The world is a garden of demons that continue to generate unhappiness. It was only then that I divided the unhappiness among all those who lived in the midst of it, and used the rest of the happiness not for my own sake, but just for the sake of my companions, so I groaned and made a plan. That's what I insisted that I and a lot of other unhappiness was' justice '.

They're all right, they're all wrong.

Dear Trinity, you can never understand it without standing on the spot and looking at it, that sense of justice that even makes you feel mad.

If you put yourself in a man's shoes, you're actually going to try to protect the world.

If you put yourself in a woman's shoes, you're going to destroy the world.

And in that man's shoes... I'm sure you'd think the same thing.

I can't say for sure.

But I guess so, I guess.

That's why I think it's all right if you look at it subjectively, and if you look at it objectively, I think it's all wrong.

Save the world, break the world, slaughter and abandon the world.

Then think.

If those three put their lives on each side and offered their own path, I'll follow it later.

- What the hell do you see and think?

The answer must be rolling in my mind.

That's what I thought.

- The atmosphere, it trembled.

Black Knife Behilgar and the Great Sickle of Adamas clash directly from the front, with vast aftermath blowing around.

There's a crack in the trunk of the world tree, and the town under my eyes is screaming at the wind pressure.

Silver and pale eyes intersect.

Even if we were once friends with a friendly gaze, there is just a sense of intimidation and killer tension spreading between us right now, with each other's eyes gleaming with glittering flames staring at each other.

"Ha!"

Kuse pays a big sickle and hangs on to it.

But the flash was taken by Graypnil, whom Gil summoned from his palm, and when he saw it, he sank his body softly.

"- Huh!"

Murder that swells up as soon as possible.

Gil, who received it, opens his eyes wide - immediately afterwards, stunned to see the black knife looming in front of him.

"Chi......!

He twisted his torso and scolded it, but Kuse's series of attacks never ended.

A vast amount of magic blows up from his body, and they create a total of ten black swords in the air.

"- Sword Saint Mode"

Each and every one of those swords was created by blackflames, an 'eating' attack that, if I may say so, is also approaching the blow of chaos.

In addition to the ten, Kuse himself has the strongest spear, the Black Knife Behirgal.

Gil, who realized they were unfavourable before, flew back and forth greatly - but as soon as he did, he 'disappeared' from his sight into Kuse's body, and kicked the ground aggressively into the air to see the enormous killing that swelled up from behind him.

- And countless blacks burst.

They pierce the trunk of the world tree to skewer where Gil was until earlier, and Gil, who watched it beside him, lands a little further away.

And ran right out.

"Ha, make me laugh...... Ha!

That's how I emerged from his palm - another sickle wave.

Should I also say that I replicated the Great Sickle of Adamas in a way that is unlimited and close to authentic, if I may say so, beyond replicas, clones?

At the end of that sickle pattern, in the part of the stone projection, there was a fitting as real, and on that fitting - a chain of grapenil was attached.

The other big sickle is already fitted with grapenil, a big sickle in both hands and a black chain to connect. Gil's figure of 'serious' was there correctly.

In contrast, Kuse, who sees it, grabs the black sword all the time and flies the five swords floating in the universe to Gil.

Behind Gil, five swords pierced the trunk of the tree, flying across his back.

Five from the front and five from the back.

Gil exhaled in a flash at each threat - and danced the martial arts.

It was both beautiful and powerful.

The refined movement even has the temptation to captivate what it sees, and Gil, waving a sickle, throwing a chain, and undoing those ten flames only with 'Wu', rushes to Kuse without stopping the momentum.

……

Kuse was just a little sad at the same time that he remembered the thought of taking off his hat due to his high combat ability.

Strong so far. Nonetheless, of a man named Gil who's doing this - to his, uh, predicament.

"Hit me, but... I'll make it stop"

"Horrible clutter...... ugh!

Gil's shaken sickle scatters Kuse's black knife spark, and a small crater can be created around the two of them.

Kuse, who took it, ate his teeth small - and hung his little brow butt up when he saw another sickle approaching from the side.

timing as if it had been foreseen.

I was attacked, pushed, and tried to push back - at that moment. It was that blow that brilliantly poked that moment when the evasion fell out of my head - though.

"I'm sorry, but it's..."

"I know. I guess it won't make sense anyway."

Moment after moment, Kuse's figure scratches off the spot, that sickle shaken out to his back is taken behind him.

"Kyouo's ability to metastasize...? I see that crossing the wall has reduced the restrictions on use."

"Your Answer...... ugh"

Even so, when Gil leaps back wide to the countless blazing swords unleashed by Kuse, he snaps and retreats one pile after another those black-fired piles that appear eating through the ground like they chase.

"Black flames that cannot be recovered if eaten, in addition, created by Gin-Crashbell and artifacts by the world beast Behemoth. Extremely far outweighs me in that status. Even the power of chaos and the power of the Nine Tails on Omake...... I see. This is troublesome."

- But.

Gil, who went on to do so, stops and looks to Kuse.

The eyes contained a color to try, and Gil went to Kuse and just said one thing.

"Now, Kuse Ryuma, let's hear the answer"

- Answer.

That, in other words, is its own 'justice'.

It is an insult to expose yourself to justice without justice and without knowing the contrary.

A righteous ally who shredded himself and, of throwing himself, just kept walking powdering himself for his own righteousness. You can't "don't know" them before.

"If you don't have an answer, walk away sick. If you still want to sit down, that's fine. I will give you my own mockery of death."

There was no grin on Gil's face telling him so.

The black sickle cut toward Kuse lights a cold light, and Kuse, who sees it, grips the sword all the time.

"Justice…?"

I've been thinking, what is justice?

Justice, the right thing to say to the public. Protecting morals. Protecting weakness and screwing up strength. Making peace in the world.

When I thought about it that way, the words came to mind that none of them were the same.

More so than originally.

I sure wish we could all live happily ever after. But if they ask me if I am what the world generally calls a 'righteous ally', that must be different.

I'm impatient, arrogant, and dumber than that.

With that, I sincerely thought that it was myself who was even tinier than I thought.

"... honestly. Is the world right or wrong? I don't get that. I don't have the head to think about it, and I said I was wrong, and there's no way I can fix it. I can't think of any."

To the words, Gil hoisted his little brow butt.

If so, Kuse blows his pale eyes straight to Gil when he says what he thinks.

I live in those eyes - pure 'thoughts'.

The desire to be like this, the desire to capture such a future.

If you want to grasp that future, any other kind of stumbles down, fate tries to screw you down, that's what you just say, strong thoughts.

- I want my usual routine.

Just one word.

Though I thought about it, and at the end of it I found it for the first time, my own thoughts that no one had spoken to me and found on their own.

Kuse put her hand on her mouth and smiled before Gil, who snorted in a grumpy way before it.

"You're an idiot, you"

"I'm not denying it. I know best that I'm being stupid."

That's right, with his head gasped, he remembers, uh, words he said himself one day.

"I just want the power to beat him. One day, when he goes the wrong way. It's like I can beat him up and stop him at that time. Such a strong force. '

- I want it.

And I would say no if you asked me if I was looking to this status quo back then when I said that.

However, only that wish had never changed.

"I had a dream. There's me, there's Aisa, there's Urachi, there's Sakura-cho... there's you. Come on, let's all laugh and have dinner. There was nothing ridiculous about it. It was a dream."

- I missed that dream terribly.

Kuse, who went on to do so, laughed mocking herself all the time.

Ginn gave me the hero's seat.

But after all... I'm not that kind of vessel.

I don't care about the world.

"I want the routine I spend with you guys. I thirst from the bottom of my heart for that routine that was ridiculous, I didn't love anything else, and I had the most fun with it. So before you, a friend (...) and (...) and (...) standing"

Yes, he held his fist.

Gil, at the end of his gaze, squeezes his eyes softly into its' response '.

"I'll leave it to Sakura-cho to be brave or heroic. I just want my routine. They're here, they're here, they're here, they're here, they're here, they're there, they're there, they're there, they're there, they're there, they're there.

To that word, Gil returns nothing.

He just narrows his eyelids and looks at Kuse with his eyes that have gone out of the light from that gap.

Kuse, who took it directly from the front against him, slaps his clenched fist against his chest.

"Getting back the routine where everyone is. That's silver and thanks to you, that's what I want. No more, no less."

I think Kuse again after saying all that.

Oh, I guess I'm a tiny person, after all.

World peace, world conquest, defending the world, destroying the world, truncating?

I don't need such a big reason.

However, if you can grasp that routine at this end, that's fine.

"I want power. You're wrong. Now, at this moment, there's a powerful force that can just punch you in the face and wake you up. I want the future I want... the power I need to grasp that routine."

To that word, Gil hoists his eyebrow butt pickly.

"Wrong...... you say? You think you can teach me something because of the self-satisfying, joyful mess of everyday life? That's all we've come here to show. It's hard to miss expectations."

"Really? I firmly 'responded'. That fact remains the same. After that, you think (...) et al. (...) or (...) et al. (...), right?

Gill's face is visibly distorted into anger by those words that were pale returned. Raising his anger. When he lets his teeth snap loud, he shouts out loud.

"Bullshit...... don't do it! You think it's everyday if you come here and think about what you're going to say!? You think it's everyday that I am!? Don't make me laugh, clutter, but I'm going to die here! Save everything, trump everything else, end everything and die! Therefore, there is no future!

Yep, screaming all at once, and turning to Gil, who roughs his breath - Kuse did laugh and show it.

"- You don't say anything about whether or not you can admit it."

"... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Gill opens her eyes burning brilliantly and angrily, her eyes dangling up. But no voice came out of his mouth, and Kuse sighed loudly when he saw it.

"There's only one thing about justice. As long as each one of us is righteous in its heart and continues to move forward, we will turn it into a 'mistake', whatever else was righteous"

Therefore, he utters the word.

"Gil, you're - you're wrong"

The words echoed, at that moment.

Behind Kuse - from the west, the world shifts.

The grey sky stains pale, the township is colored, and the giant stump is stained with wood.

"Ko, is this... ugh!?"

Of the gray world, extinct.

There's only one thing it shows.

Kuse looks up at the pale-stained sky and laughs furiously, poking his fist at Gil.

"I couldn't tell you a month ago. I wasn't ready. I still didn't have the resolve to say sole before you. [M] But not now."

That's what went on. He breathes heavily.

And indeed, I proclaimed.

"Now the strongest. Are you ready to give me that throne?"

Under a pale cold sky.

Gill's biting teeth sounded small.