To Be a Power in the Shadows!

It's been a long time since I've tasted that feeling.

I laughed in the back of my mask relative to the woman with Violet's eyes.

She was smiling, too. Perhaps we share the same feeling now.

I believe that struggle is dialogue.

The sway of the tip of the sword, the orientation of the gaze, the position of the foot, everything trivial makes sense, and it is the struggle to read its meaning and deal with it appropriately.

It is no exaggeration to say that the ability to read meaning from trivial actions, and to prepare better answers to them, is the strength in the struggle.

So, struggle is dialogue.

The higher the ability to interact with each other, the more endless dialogue is repeated that way: looking ahead, dealing with it, even more, dealing with it.

However, if the ability to interact is low or there is too much difference in the ability to interact, dialogue does not occur in the first place.

Either, or both, just do what you want and end up doing.

There is no dialogue there, no process, just results. If you don't want to talk from the start, I think you should decide to win or lose in Junken. Delta, it's about you.

It's an unreasonable junket, with a lifetime of goo and busting chokes and par.

I can't say anything about other people either. Because I haven't had a dialogue that seems to be a lot more.

But unlike Delta, we're trying to interact at first. But I end up busting it with goo.

So I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her in a long time. She looked at me. I watched the sword tip, the gaze, the movement of my legs, all meaningful movements pretending to be smiling casually.

Let's call her Mr. Violet. Dear Mr. Violet.

We just stared at each other and talked for a while. That's how we find out a little bit about each other. She's the type of person who fights at a distance, and I'm the type who fights to match my opponents. I'm not the type to say no and bust you with a goo.

So.

There you go, please.

I gave up the lead.

The next moment, I pulled my front leg.

Shortly afterwards, something like a red spear protruded from its footprint.

It makes sense to aim at your feet.

I take half a step back. [M] I didn't think the first hand was an attack from the ground.

The red spear splits into two strands and follows me to pinch it from left to right.

My first hand is to see how things are going.

Observe the speed, power, and mobility of the red spear.

So I avoided the spear from the left and played the spear from the right with a knife. Handy is heavy. Enough to die.

The avoided spear split even further. Is there a thousand red lines with sharp and pointed wires?

Simultaneously from around me, it looms. [M]

I wiped out the red spear with magic in my sword.

"Even if mosquitoes flock, lions can't be killed"

Mr. Violet smiled gracefully. We stared at each other a little bit again.

The higher the ability to interact, the more we perceive each other's power in a little dialogue. And I somehow know what the other person's situation is.

Me, and perhaps Mr. Violet, too. I see the end of this battle.

And.

A spear as thick as a round too protruded simultaneously from the ground to break this silence.

That number, nine.

I avoid thick spears, but the spears are freely reshaped and followed like tentacles.

He stabs me like a spear, surrounds me like a thread, and eats me like a jaw.

This is how she fights. Kill unilaterally with this tentacle that moves freely.

I just observed. Watch the tentacles move and optimize the motion.

Reduce the behavior required to avoid it. One to a half step. Used to one hand.

You can't win just by avoiding it. Evasion is a preliminary action to counterattack.

And the smaller the dodging move, the faster the next counterattack.

Evasion and counterattack at the same time.

In that step, I stood at her present.

Soon she had a big sickle in her hand. be swept away.

I play that blow with a knife. At the same time, I kicked her in the leg.

A slime sword stretched out of my toe pierces her leg. This toenail sword, which has recently become a prop for performances, is inherently a comforting weapon that breaks the equilibrium in the struggle against powerful enemies.

Her movements stopped for a moment, and that moment was enough for me.

Mr. Violet smiled and accepted the result.

"I wanted to fight you with all my might."

As the blood was scattered, I said so in a voice that only Mr. Violet could hear.

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"Like I said, you don't seem to get your hands or feet in the shadow"

Alexia listened to what Nelson was good at.

The battle between Shadow and Aurora had been unilaterally attacked by Aurora from the beginning. Alexia stared with amazement at the red line dancing at a tremendous rate.

That's not an existing weapon, no matter what you think. The shape changes freely. Aurora was manipulating it like a piece of flesh. Perhaps it would also be possible to spread the spear more widely and pierce the population.

Being trapped in a battle with a sword doesn't make it a battle.

This is ancient combat skill. Alexia admitted that she couldn't fathom herself.

"Isn't it stickier than I thought? But the difference in strength is obvious."

No, it's not.

Alexia denied Nelson's words in her heart.

Shadow looks pushed by Aurora's onslaught, but he hasn't set it up once yet. I'm just observing a first-sight attack.

Aurora is definitely strong. Because you can fight Shadow.

But the red spear hasn't touched the shadow once yet.

"Even if mosquitoes flock, lions can't be killed"

Shadow says he blew up more than a thousand thin spears in just one blow.

The red spear becomes round-thick and strikes the shadow from all directions.

It roars with the power to kill lions, dividing at times, eating them like jaws at times, and attacking shadows.

But it doesn't hit.

On the contrary, with each end of one attack, the evasion of the shadow becomes smaller.

It seemed like the smallest move, but the next move would be even slighter.

An attack that seemed the best for Alexia is overwritten to further heights at the next moment.

"Awesome..."

"Exactly..."

Alexia's grunt overlapped with that of a nutmeg.

A true strong man blocks his opponent with protection. That's what the Sword Master once said.

The sample was here.

"What are you doing, you witch, just put a stop to it!

I'm confused by Nelson's voice.

But no more.

In Aurora, you can't stop Shadow.

The settlement was only for a moment.

What looked like Alexia was a small part of the offense.

Shadow stepped in, and Aurora's sickle was swept away, and if he noticed, there was a blood splash.

It was... Aurora who was falling.

Lightly, with a modest settlement, it was as if the lion twisted the lamb's neck.

Nobody understands what Shadow did and what kind of offense was there.

So, not too bad.

The venue was quiet as if the fierce fighting had been a lie.

"Lost...? Stupid, it must have been Aurora who was attacking!

Nelson screamed.

I guess he had Aurora looking victorious until the last moment.

In just a moment, wins and losses will be reversed, and understanding will not chase them. That's not just Nelson. Most of the venues suspected they were looking at the winners and losers wrong.

"What the hell happened... Aurora can't lose! That woman...!

Shadow flies up into the night sky with a pitch-black coat.

"Ma, wait! Go after him, don't let him get away!

Nelson returned to sanity and shouted.

The Holy Knights move and rush after Shadow.

Alexia exhales the breath she had stopped at some point, rebelling in her head to remember Shadow's sword.

"Still an awesome sword..."

Rose leaks a sigh-like voice.

At that moment Alexia tried to agree, the dazzling light wrapped the venue.