Swivok restarting his exchanged sword felt his opponent swell up in front of him.
Until earlier, there was an affront to Swivok, but now it can disappear.
Of course, it can't be that humans suddenly, suddenly, become strong without any foretaste.
"So this is where it comes from?"
The studio got serious.
I didn't wake up or do that miracle.
I thought he was an easy killer, but from here on out, we just recognized that it was a real killer.
And the studio is a warlord. It's not the kind of trinket you constrict because you think you might die.
Rather, on the contrary, that was the original battlefield for him.
"You said it was me."
With a whisper that the audience could not hear, the studio was speaking to Swivok.
"Yes."
I answered with such delight that my chest was bouncing.
……
I just checked my name and didn't get any words ahead of me from there.
And there's no need for that either. The studio gripped the sword in his hand.
Poor rats, backwater, dead places, earthquakes.
If you don't kill the other person, you die. He hardened his expression to anger when he regained his understanding that was the situation.
"Come on, studio!
And Suibok also confirmed his name.
That was all, too much.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
As a warlord of one country, there sounded too savage an ambition, not to think he was wearing the courtesy of a soldier.
Too primitive, but essential, warrior screams were making everyone in the game venue feel terrified.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Swivok suspected the studio's releasing momentum was not a void.
He also admitted that he was the most proud swordsman, qualified to manipulate Eckezaks as well as Swivok.
Out of the air in his lungs, he was simultaneously spitting out the fear in himself.
Breathe heavily, refining your fighting spirit and intent to kill.
"Haaaaaa!
The fat muscles were straight and the force in the sword was correctly transmitted to the blade.
Cut and kill your opponent as soon as possible, the swordsman on the battlefield was there.
"Ugh!
It was a lavish, honest, stupid blow.
After taking a blow all over his body from the first hand, Swivok managed to catch it with a body a few steps smaller than the studio.
"Whoa, whoa!
If the Miscellaneous Soldier is the opponent, it was a blow that turns his body into two pieces for every piece of crude protective equipment.
Even if they take it, there's no upset whatsoever in the studio.
Just to be taken for granted, I shake it big again and repeat the blow all over me.
"No!"
It was an exact onslaught, not allowing Swivok to fight back once he turned to receive it.
It was an overwhelming offense, which made me say things to my muscle strength and physique.
It even feels like everything in a series of attacks is full force, and spinning faster.
(This is not a sword against one! Kick the enemy army while you can, warlord march!
There's no place farther from one-on-one than the battlefield.
With a weapon, wear protective equipment, be well trained, and feel like killing the person in front of you.
Such soldiers attack me with a change of colour in my eyes, the head of the general.
There are not a few samurai swallowed by them, and the studio is on the other hand on the drunk side.
It makes me angry that that is the situation, whether I am disadvantaged or the other person is strong. That way you won't flinch no matter what happens.
No matter how much Suibok took his own offense, the studio won't loosen its hand in the offense.
Without even thinking about my defense or anything else, I'm betting everything I can to kill Swivok as soon as possible.
"Nooo!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Earlier battles were twisted, the studio pushes Swivok in with such impetuous momentum that he feels so.
The studio's onslaught, beaten by stature and muscle strength, keeps Swivok going back and forth.
Swibbock doesn't want to back down.
The pressure in the studio was just too high to stay on the spot.
An attack that transcends the limits of the flesh, underestimating the preservation of health.
Suibo, who keeps taking it, also drains his flesh. The muscles and skeleton kept screaming, although there was no bleeding or injury.
I don't think the studio has a winning chance, just an advantage, etc.
Until the other person dies, until he is out of breath, his safety is not guaranteed.
He was truly desperate to keep waving his heavy sword.
"Sweet"
But it's still nothing more than a sword against a multitude.
If there were a large number of opponents, there was no choice, but one-on-one, it could not be said to be the best swordsmanship.
If the attack is unstoppable and keeps high rotation, on the contrary, it means it is monotonous.
Weighted swords, once accelerated and orbited, do not effect changes along the way.
This is all the more true if the person you are using is trying to push it off with an attack.
"Nah!"
A diagonal slash to the head. The studio, dodged by it, was heavily relaxed.
Suibok stood back, carrying his sword and aiming for the rest.
"Ready!"
Swivok, who is in charge of the sword, is already ready to attack. All I had to do was shake it and shake it down.
Live it because it's one-on-one, the rush of battle, the logic of swordsmanship.
"Nooooo!
At the moment of battle, a beating delay can be fatal.
But even though I knew it, the studio's body was working correctly.
Ordinary is where he can't even make physical moves knowing he's going to die, but he tries his best to live.
Unlike earlier, the sword I have remains normal. Though it has a blade spill, it weighs well and is long enough.
If you try to take it with your arms, as you did earlier, one hand would sever it and even devour it with both hands to the bone.
Even after the game there, that's where the studio's life ends. If the game doesn't end in time, they'll stab you in the stomach as it is.
At any rate, I have to take it with my sword.
The studio tries to summon the remaining forces to turn the sword that was cutting the sky into defense.
"Studio...... you were pretty strong"
But to be attacked by your opponent with a sword, you have to be firmly anchored.
Whatever the restraint, whatever the one-handed sword, the blow of the two-handed sword that releases with the intent of a special attack with all the weight.
To receive it, it is not enough to raise the sword and place it in orbit.
"but..."
I didn't expect to cleave every big sword, but I was still pushing and winning.
Suibok's sword was pushing through the studio's sword and eating it straight into his head.
Everyone was experiencing an understandable death, known as fatal injury.
"But your moves were cluttered. I would have worked like no other on the battlefield... that's all."
What Suibok felt a little sorry for was that he was only a warlord.
Indeed, a place called the battlefield is more than ever in action. It is a battle too far from peace, where all weapons cross.
But not the strongest in war is the strongest in all circumstances. At least this is not the battlefield right now. We weren't completely armed.
Nor should the now stuck blow have been fatally wounded if the studio had kept his head securely protected with a helmet.
If the protective equipment was inadequate, it was very dangerous to be too thorough in the offense.
Even knowing that, the studio probably didn't have time to hone the moves needed in the duel.
Sometimes the need is scarce, and warlords are busy in the first place. And normal people, they're really limited in time.
To the extent that I am not saying here, I also knew moderation and shame in this era.
"Well."
The game venue, where the studio's momentum disappeared, at the same time other sounds had disappeared.
Swibok's, a general of his own country, fallen by a single sword, who looks like a floater. In front of him, the nobles of the Empire could not accept reality.
Until earlier they were amazed at the strength of the studio.
Some were afraid, some were moved, and some were in awe.
I felt so proud that such a strong man was protecting my country.
If he finds out, he's been cut to death.
To the barbarians, rather than the countrymen, who just say they have a divine sword.
It was a strange thing. This shouldn't have happened.
But the reality is, it ends in Swivok's victory.
"Hmm."
No one honored my victory.
Despite a head-on victory over the studio, everyone was disgusted with Swivok.
To be clear, the atmosphere that told me to read the air dominated the scene.
They're not here to see a fight they don't know whether to win or lose.
I've only come to see the battle that the studio has decided to win from the beginning, the battle that the studio gets the divine sword, as just a ritual.
Even if I was wrong, I didn't want Suibok to win or anything.
Instead of wanting it, I didn't forgive it.
It's never occurred to me that it was a regular battle, or a grudge free once the game was over, or a mutual condition.
privilege, there is the word.
That it's not normal, that it doesn't even compete.
A state where there is no such thing as a battle that you don't know whether to win or lose, and the result is determined from the beginning.
They are just what they have gotten it from the beginning and therefore believe it is natural for them to leave what they think.
Whether the position is above or below is of paramount importance, and I don't doubt anything that goes against it is evil.
I assume the same is true of foreign human beings because they do not doubt common sense.
Of course, there's no way that sweetness makes sense. But unlike first-rate like studios, ateliers and sancahs, the common aristocracy was such.
And no other example of it than the emperor of this country.
It is not easy to stand at the top, even among the objects.
Competition arises naturally, because at its apex, be it a martial officer or a civilian, there is a corresponding ambition.
Suncah and twin generals who beat it were glad to say it was a masterpiece, not a monster.
But the present emperor is not.
To be clear, he is just a man of luck.
Being inferior to his brother, an excellent predecessor emperor, he instructed Sanka to poison him while outraged.
He is an outrageous man, who happens to be the emperor because Sanka undertook it for a whimsical reason and because of some mistake it succeeded.
If the twin generals had raised their armies and rebelled, it would have been a man who could not resist anything.
All he holds in the throne of the emperor is that neither the twin generals nor Sanka have any particular interest in the throne of the emperor.
In the sense that you are gaining loyalty, you can't even say you are an excellent exchanger. It is also true that even though I am not hurting my nostalgia, I am giving them the status and reward they deserve.
But he personally had no talent, no qualities, no abilities, no self-control.
Suncah and the twin generals are using the real thing separately from the pre-construction.
I know it's natural that the world won't be what I think it is, and I know it takes a huge amount of effort to be what I think it is.
But the emperor is not. He can never forgive what the world thinks, but it won't.
"Atelier!"
"Ha!"
And the distortions that arise between reality and aspiration are pressed into his subordination.
"Kill that filthy little man!
"I understand!
For once, though, the match, which had taken the form of a battle, was over.
It is the atmosphere of the entire match venue, and from here on out it is in a state of being allowed to do anything.
"My name is Atelier! You seem to care that you defeated my brother, but that's it too!
"Ho."
"You were just lucky enough to cut and kill the studio! You're not the right person to talk to!
Atelier's words, maybe, are excuses. Could be a loser howl.
But I still can't help but tell you. I can't admit that a man who has reached the top of a country has lost to a man like this, etc.
"I'll admit your sword moves are out of character. But that's because the studio fought you one-on-one by playing! Otherwise, there's no way you can win!
Atelier's words were an insult to Swivok.
It's a somewhat far-fetched way of putting it, because I have a reputation for being weak about Swivok.
"It is the General who leads ten armies, a thousand troops, ten thousand soldiers! He's the man who's reached the top of this empire's military! Originally, it's something we can finally confront through measures and formations by wisdom, through numerous sacrifices! Give it... Give it!
Still, Suibok was silently listening to the words of the Atelier.
From his expression only remorse is overflowing, neither contempt nor disgust.
"Did you think you could make a name for yourself by knocking down the studio? You will not have existed. No one will talk about you and you will no longer be on the record! Because here I will kill you and erase even the traces!
It was a death without fail, without being able to show its full weight.
In a game venue like this, he died playing in front of the Emperor.
I mourn it, I grieve.
He thinks he regrets it not because he's a brother, but because he's a warlord.
Swibbock, I know how that feels.
"Don't go down."
I don't get angry because I know, but I'm frightened.
"Snake feet, Atelier. The studio was really strong. I fought to win until the end, without any excuses. I know what it's like to spare you, but yours is just ugly."
Suibok urges.
If you're going to fight, just tell them to fight.
"Fight, win, kill, that's all you'll ever want to do"
Atelier's anger was burning against an attitude that was too simple.
Exactly, he was a countryman. Pure, extreme, innocent swordsman was there.
"What the... what the hell are you!
No fame, no glory, no status, no wealth, no booze, no woman. Just bragging about your arms.
The Atelier had a complete understanding of Swivok's personality.
That's why I mourned the fate of my own brother, who got caught up in such a raw thing.
It's like going tiger hunting and being eaten, that's the story.
I wasn't assassinated, but it's like accidental death.
This is the end of the studio's life is too much to cut.
"As you are... as you are!
I would have preferred to have been killed with poison if this had happened.
Too unlucky, such as losing to a samurai a little stronger than ourselves and dying.
If I knew you had this much strength, I should have just killed you without playing or anything.
Even now, it's not too late.
The Atelier wore the treasures of the Empire.
"No."
The clothes Atelier wore with his military uniform off were cloth clothes far from full body armor.
White-based ritual clothing, like that worn by pagan priests.
Seeing that, everyone at the game venue was getting poked at the impression.
Most people didn't know what that garment meant.
"Are you kidding me, Fire Rat Clothes?
"Do you know? Even if I was ever just chosen as a user of the Divine Sword!
Only Suibok knew what that was.
A difficult treasure no one could make, even in the home of the Immortal.
Only the great heavenly dog among the heavenly dogs was able to manufacture clothes that would bring the immortals closer to each other.
"... that means you"
"Yes, you're right!
A long object wrapped in cloth, received from a soldier.
When that seal was unsealed, burning lava appeared from inside.
The game venue gets hot and humid in an instant.
Yet it seems right next to the melting furnace, and even the air entering the mouth is feverish.
Soldiers, nobles and emperors were sweating like waterfalls.
Even the smell of sulfur drifts around the perimeter and the place turns into a more uncomfortable space than in the open air.
"Fire Spike... Is that also the work of the Great Tengu"
Suibok also admits, the most powerful treasure was there.
"Yes... this is the most powerful spear God has ever made! A spear that encloses the power of a boiling mountain, a firetip!
Because I know, I'm surprised too.
Because I didn't think I was going to see it in my own land.
"No..."
"I won't even give you time to hold the Divine Sword!
Swibbock looked very troubled.
Because the person in front of him recognized himself as a threat and understood that he was aware of the danger and brought out valuables.
That's why there were things I couldn't quite tell you.
"Oh, my God, it's an atelier."
Swibbock had a bad tooth cut when he came here.
"I'm not saying anything bad. Don't use that spear on me, you'll regret it."
"Oh no! Did you notice that! Have you lost your sword and cowered you can't beat this spear! But I'll kill you like this, I'll kill you!
Swibbock looked in trouble.
After worrying for a while, I had given up persuasion.
Because they meant it, they understood that whatever they said with their mouths would not make sense.
"I have no choice... don't regret it"
If the Atelier had been somewhat sober, he would have observed Swivok in depth.
"I regret it... I already regret it!
"No, I'm not..."
And you must have noticed.
That Suibok is hardly sweaty, just like himself, even though everyone on this game field is sweaty.
"Well... if you can't pull it off, you'll have to slash it"
Swivok had his sword in place, without even trying to get Eckezaks back.
"Slash... you will burn to death!
It was a special attack, because he brought out the strongest weapon, and because his opponent was not equipped with the strongest sword.
Suibok and Atelier had enough time, and no matter how Suibok ran, Atelier was able to attack first.
"Ahhh!
Flashing temper, full of temper.
The match venue was filled with poisonous flames, only to make the fire-tipped shovel a glimpse.
A mighty crushing stream that draws a line with the fire flames of a normal wizard.
It's not like it's supposed to be grabbed in a confined space, but if you use it, there's no escape for them.
Depending on the output, even the country could be destroyed. Use it towards the individual.
That is the true meaning of the historic giant empire......
"No use."
That was the limit.
"Nah!?
A lava scattered across the match venue is dulling and emitting smoke and flames.
In a space where human beings, on the contrary, were not allowed to survive, Swivok was flat.
"Atelier, that doesn't work for me."
His body had a bump of boiling lava.
But I shake it off lightly.
There was nothing wrong with it, it was just splashed like mud and it was still burning, even if it was scattered on the floor.
"It's a treasure for heavenly dogs and immortals to fight against the immortals. Therefore, my completion of immortality has no effect on me. You're just a stick."
Even at this point, Suibok is about two thousand years old.
With a thousand years of training in flower bills, he even reaches the other side of the void where God dwells on his own.
There's no way they could burn or suffer with a weapon that could be used as long as they were wearing a firemouse coat.
"Oh, that's stupid!
I heard from Sanka that the poison didn't work.
But the fact that the poison does not work and that it does not burn in lava is as if it were another story.
It was incredible to him in the end.
"Yes, no, no way? Your clothes, too, are firemouse clothes?!
"... no, no, you're not"
As a matter of principle, Suibok, who questioned his strength, was taking off his clothes to see if he felt a little uncomfortable.
It wasn't a treasure or anything. When I put it on the ground, Swibbock in his underwear was wrapping the lava around with his bare hands.
The audience, the emperor, the atelier, Sanka, they just realized he wasn't normal.
But Swibbock's bizarre behavior did not go beyond that.
"... unsavory"
He put it in his mouth.
It was not a noise near death from poison, it was an act of death, no matter what anyone thought.
"I still didn't practice alchemy, so it's not like I can eat like red porridge... I feel like I'm eating sand"
The flame leaks out of your mouth when you squirt.
"It's not something I ate, like the lava of a fire-tipped shovel."
And I finally understood.
This man says he's not even human in the first place.
"Nevertheless. The stick is a stick, and you may use it. Why don't we just keep fighting?"
Suibok, dressed back, had his sword up again.
It is true that the flame of the firetip does not pass through Swivok, but on the other hand, the blow as just a stick works.
If you think of it as a stone stick, not a lava spear, it would also be a battle with its advantages as a long object.
"Hey..."
But the Atelier couldn't do it.
Even understanding the personality of the monster in front of me could be challenged because I didn't understand the nature.
Even after more than two thousand years of training and combat, the will had been completely swept away before the 'strongest' still growing.
"This is a battle too."
While the overly human monster spared the atelier, he told himself that killing was the proof of strength.
And cut down the frightening weak with one knife.
"Big Heavenly Dog does cruel things too."
Just grudge.
That was the only stupidity I could swim.
"Ki, you......!
There's no way the Emperor would feel better about that...
His fast-forward march was thought to be over at last.
Very much so now.
Really, it's more or less now.
Still, I need to be clear about something.
The biggest difference between Swivok and Mountain Water is not the technique, year, or experience you remember. personality.
For five hundred years, the mountain water only interacted with Suibok, the world's most powerful immortal. So I'm not at all aware that I'm great or older or awesome.
In the first place, there is only such a degree of awareness of the Immortal as the Immortal who uses Immortality. Anyway, it had been disconnected from Shisei for five hundred years, and more importantly, mountain waters, whose roots are Japanese, do not know what the social status of immortals is.
I know from my head that fundamental values are different.
Swibbock, by contrast, is born of flower bills.
In flower bills, immortals are gods. By spending so many distracting years in training, I am nothing more than a god who is gaining the art of freely manipulating heaven and earth.
He is the leader of substantive politics, the administrator of heaven and earth, which means he is very simply great.
Approximately two thousand years later, Mountain Water was told by his wife that 'his hips are too low in place of his strength'.
And Swivok in this day and age, he was highly-witted with merit.
In other words, I thought I was great for my seniority and merit.
The strongest man in the world thought himself the greatest in the world.
It is something we cannot even know, such as how horrible it is.
"Oh, I'm anxious. I'm anxious"
"What the hell are you worried about?
"What if the sky falls"
"There's no way that's gonna happen, you idiot. You are."
"But what if the sky falls?
Guys, you're gonna die just like that.