Transported to a hyper-realistic RPG.

It seems that the force of twisting the hands and feet gives rotation power to the knife, but it is probably using the power of God to force the hands and feet to twist in various directions.

For example, with your right hand twisting inwards and your left arm twisting outwards...In a more complicated motion, it seems to be turning the sword into a crushed ellipse, not a circle rotation.

It is the illusion of the eye to complex movements that the sword is bent.Hold the pencil around the center and raise or lower the tip to see it bent. Same as that one.

But... maybe it's something you can't do if you're trying to... use it as a swordsmanship...

Moreover, it is not just a thrust attack, but once twisted arms and legs are turned backwards, which is also conveyed to the sword.

In that case, the rotation of the knife should stop once and turn in the opposite direction, but for some reason it keeps rotating in a constant direction.

Is it creating a layer of divine power between the blade and the palm, conveying the power of forced counter-rotation...?Or does the magic of the water tiger hanging on the surface of the sword spin...?

I don't know much more than just looking at it.

There is no doubt only that the movement of the body is too complicated, the movement of the divine powers is too complicated, and the magic of the water tiger is combined with the sword technique...

Gagga, gagga!

"Hmm?!"

The incomprehensible movement of the sword involves the sword held by Mass and makes a violent noise.It's like I put it in a grinder.

"Hands off?!"

Mass felt dangerous and tried to get his hands off the razor blade, but the razor he was holding was spinning, his hands were tangled, and he couldn't get his hands off it.

Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock!

"Gyaaaaaaaaaa!!"

When the tip of Lanka's sword reaches the arm of Mass, it is cut to pieces.

Mass screaming loudly at the pain as he watches his arm crush.

Swordsmanship is like a tornado, by analogy.No matter how much you can see and predict the movement, you can't stop the tornado by hand.

Shit!

The moment Harasaki sees it and tries to move immediately.

Pan!

Gu?!

Harasaki lost consciousness from Niru for a moment.

Nil, who didn't miss the gap, threw a flash ball next to Ranka.

I watched Nil move, and I took care of it, but I couldn't handle it.

You can't even get close to Ranka with your pure white vision.

In contrast, Lanka, who was closest to her, didn't feel the light in the first place.Therefore, no matter how hard the light hits you, it doesn't change.

Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

In the white light, only the screams of the Mass echo.

When the light stopped and his eyes opened, Lanka's sword reached Mass' shoulders.Your arm is minced on one side.

When the blade reaches the shoulder mouth, the water supplied by the water tiger moves to the body of the mass and wraps around the body.

Becky, Becky, Becky, Becky!

As the water wrapped helically from the tip of the head to the tip of the feet, the body twisted up, and the mass's body became like a squeezed rag.

"Ka...... ah......"

The joint is bent in a direction that is not bent, and the bones in the whole body are broken.I can't believe you're still breathing... no, you're already unconscious from the pain.It's just a reflective voice.Same as dead.

"Shit! Where were you?"

Now, the other one is blinded... Nil is turning off his footsteps and approaching.

"You relied too much on the power of the borrower.

No matter how good the magic eye performs, it's the same as the arm, and it's not the only way to win. "

As Lanka said, the power of the Magic Eye is, to put it another way, the same as the power enhancer by Yoshiki Hua.

No matter how powerful they are, they struggle to use it, and for the first time they realize its true value.

I relied too much on the power handed over to me.In this case, it might have been better to fight without being given the magic eye.

In fact, before using the Magic Eye, I had a pretty good match, and even after using the Magic Eye, even if it was just swordsmanship, Lanka and the others were pushed.

That's all because Masa and Harasaki's swordsmanship was outstanding.

However, because of the movement relying on the Magic Eye, a gap was created, and the Ranka who noticed it attacked with a technique and timing that ensured that it was dealt with.Nil also had enough time to figure out how to deal with it.

By being deceived, incited, and powered by a man named Garak, it can be said that Ning became weaker.

In Lanca's words, the clatter, unable to see, holds the sword.

"You must have pushed me into a situation where I had to seek my strength!!"

Hirakusaki, who has been calm until now, roughs up his voice.

"It's just violence for you."

Nil circled behind Harasaki and shouted.

"Hmm?!"

Looking back at Nil's sudden voice, he tried to shake his sword, but it was too late.

Gashh!

"Gu!!!"

A dagger pierced deep into the neck.

With Lanka's voice, Nil seems to have been able to get behind the crack more easily.

"Because I am a slave, there is no doubt about it."

Nil was not subjected to direct violence by special protective magic.But around Nil, it would have been routine tea such as direct violence.

And, like she said herself, there are holes in the defensive magic.

Didn't feed him, was left in an unsanitary place... I've heard stories of him being left in the snow under the mid-winter cold sky.

Nil, who has lived in direct and indirect violence, is a specialist in violence in a sense. Victim's side.

Nil said that the Demon Army was not a revolution or a cause, it was just violence.

You won't find another word as credible as this.

"Ofu...."

Looking at the dagger pierced from behind, the clatter spits blood out of his mouth.

He opens his eyes slightly and tries to face Nil.

Zashh!

When Nil violently pulls out the dagger he pierced, puree and blood blow out from the neck, like water jumping out of the hose.

Boom!

Weakly shaking his sword against the Nir behind him.

"Gopo... revenge... fu... ku..."

Shit...

Halasaki retreated two or three steps away from Nil, but fell, twitching and slightly moving his body, and stopping completely after a few seconds.

………………

………………

Both Ranka and Nil are covered in scratches.

Especially Lanka, the sword technique of the turbulence earlier seems to impose a burden on the body, so it is not perfect.

However, the only thing left is garbage.

"Well, now all your people are gone."

…………………

The eyes under the white mask are looking at me.

"... I never thought I'd be killed so easily, even though I gave you strength.After all, you can't use someone else. "

Cracks gazing down at dead masses and clams with cold eyes.

"You're close, right? Why is it so cold?"

"Yes...? Close...? When did I say that?"

"... rubbish..."

Lanka's anger is spreading.

Both Mass and Harasaki felt vengeance in their words and deeds.

They must have been the ones who were hurt by your work.

We may have done it the wrong way, but those on our side planted the seeds.It's not like I can't understand how you feel.

Because it's similar to me.

However, this reaction, using the feelings of such people.

A straight Ranka would be the most unforgivable man.

"Don't you have a human heart?!"

Ranka raised her voice without hiding her frustration.

"People's hearts...?"

Garak stares us in the eye.

"You must have taken it."

Say that and slowly take it off, reaching out to the white mask.

A nose shaped like a dog or cat.Below it is a beastly mouth.

I don't know at first glance... fox... maybe.

What I didn't understand at first glance was not that only the nose and mouth were characteristic.

There were scars on cheeks, forehead, chin (jaw), ears... everywhere on the face, and there were fewer parts of the face that could be recognized.

But can you tell if it's Frankenstein?

I don't know what happens to that face... but it won't be so messy if it hurts a little bit.

In this world, there are far more people with scars on their faces than in the original world.

Still, I've never seen a face so scarred before.

"Are you still asking me for people's hearts after all this?"

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

It seems that when I was born alive in this world, my parents tried to kill me when I was young.

The demonic fox clan.

That was the name of my blood.

My mother felt that my face, which was raw, had a fox-like nose and mouth, making life difficult afterwards.

It's not just a difficult life, it's an extremely difficult life.

But how can you kill a child born in pain?

How can I kill a child born of a woman I love?

Whenever my mother and father tried to kill me, they reached out to me instead of a blade that kept crying.

My mother and father, who understood that they could not kill me, decided to hide and raise me.

And gave me a name. Rattling...

Though my house was a shame, because I lived a decent life in the demon's house, I was never exposed to the surrounding eyes.

Besides, it's a shame, but there are only a few trustworthy servants at home.That's how I grew up.

When I was a child, I grew up normal with the love of my mother and father.

I had doubts about the difference between my face and those of my parents, but I didn't really care.

My life was only in the Mansion.

I couldn't get out, and most importantly, I was told to always wear a pure white mask prepared by my father.

Only my mother and father were allowed to take it off in the bedroom.

Still, I didn't have trouble eating, and I think I had a decent life.

And a few years after I was born.

My mother dressed up my brother or sister.

My mother and father rejoiced greatly, and I saw my less laughing father touch my mother's growing stomach many times, laughing effortlessly.

I felt that the love that was only poured on me would be taken away, and I missed it a little, but I was more happy than my mother and father, and the fact that I could have a brother.

And then one day,

Mother complained of abdominal pain and several people came from outside the mansion.

My father walked around the mansion with Sowasowa, and I couldn't calm down either.

After a while.....

"Ooh! Ooh!"

I heard the baby crying from my mother's room.

My father jumped out of the room with his foot on the lid, and I ran to it.

It was my sister who was sweating and tired, but still had a feeling of love.

My father rejoiced in tears, and my mother was laughing at it.

But I couldn't get near the place.

My sister's face was different from mine.

I... all my children have the same face as me, and I thought somewhere that when I grew up, I would change like my mother and father.

But it wasn't.

It was the moment I realised as a child that I was a heterogeneous being.

Still, my parents' love for me was poured without fading, and I soon began to adore my sister.

Small hands. Blue hair. Blue eyes.Muffled hands and feet.

It looked like a lump of cuteness.

His name is Tsuyukusa.

As the name suggests, a small, cute girl.

I had no choice but to live in the mansion and had no time, so every time I had a sister, I was adorable.

My sister was also laughing because she often reached out and pulled my mask.

I think such a sister was more important to me than my parents.

As time passed, my sister also remembered the words, grew up, and wondered if it was a cute achievement.

Tsyuksa, unlike me, was an active child, always laughing in the middle of her mother and father.

I see such a sight a little further away.

Then Tsuyukusa noticed me and took my hand and took me to my mother and father.

That was the usual thing.

I think he was happy.

At least that was the happiest time of my life.

Such is the climax of my life.

Those in the Mansion came.

They dressed up in arrogant (sorry) attitudes that only look expensive.

I immediately hid in the back of the mansion, in the back of the room, and in the break-in.

When you sit still in a quiet, dark space, you hear your father's yelling slightly.

I don't know what you're talking about, but it seemed like you were arguing with the people who came earlier.

After such a long time, I thought I was quiet, and I was finally out of the way.

"... I'm sorry I pushed you into this place."

My father laughed sadly and hugged me.

I couldn't understand what was happening and wondered, but soon afterwards I would know why.

Even in the Mansion, thanks to the education provided by my mother and father, I had acquired a considerable education (like today), and even if I was told a difficult story, I could quite comprehend it.

So my mother and my father called me only after Tsyuksa had slept, and took me to a place in the middle of the night.

Even if you said you took him, there was a room in the mansion where I was hiding.It was under the floor.

I had lived in the house for many years and had no idea that there was a basement there.

There were some old materials stored in the basement, but all of them were well managed.

I think my mother entered the room regularly.

"Rattlesnack, I'm going to tell you something important.I don't know if you understand, but listen carefully. "



"Rattling. It's important.It's about your face. "

"... okay."

Why does my face look like this?I've always wondered, and if I knew the answer, I couldn't help but ask.

And what my parents told me was incredible.

The house I was born in was originally the house where my mother's ancestors lived, and when I followed the Taiyuan, it was one of the four demons that emerged in the story of the legend of Shiki Hua.

At that time, the people living in this mansion seemed to have a small number of people, and it was a very lively and vibrant mansion.

It is impossible to imagine from now on, but it seems certain that some of the materials stored in the basement describe the events of the time.

In other words, my lineage is the lineage of Shiki. That's what I mean.

But the story doesn't end there.

After that, even though Shiki changed generations, some of my family took over and became Shiki a few generations later.

It was when the ancestors, the Four Demons at the time, left the city and entered the deep forest for their mission.

Find a woman in the forest.

It was a woman with a strange nose and mouth, but a beautiful woman with gray hair and eyes.

Four demons, their ancestors, spoke to the woman, and found out that she was a demonic fox woman who had lived on the island for a long time.

The ancestors liked the woman and tried to get along, but the women were reluctant to enter the city and could hardly stop her.The demonic fox tribe had been badly done by the demon tribes in the past, so they could hardly relax their vigilance.But the fathers went into the thick woods, and married the woman.

She hated the city, but she made one promise and entered the city.

A promise doesn't reveal to anyone that you are a demonic fox. It was called.

My ancestors thought it would be embarrassing to have a mix of different races among the demons, and I promised... from that day on, the woman hid her face in a white mask and couldn't remove it except when we were alone.

A woman never shakes her face vertically, even though she is sad to see a beautiful corner face.

However, apart from that, the ancestors were satisfied because the woman was the best wife who was kind, convenient and honorable.

And one day, a child will be born between the two.

By approaching the demonic clan, the child's face became a child without the characteristics of the demonic fox clan, and the two rejoiced, deepening the bond as a family.

And a second son was born between them.

However, the second son's daughter inherited the blood of the demonic fox clan, and her face resembled that of her mother.

From that day on, women began to wear white masks on their daughters as well.

Asked the woman why she did such a thing, she said.

"We in the demonic fox clan have a strong power that we can't handle ourselves.

In order not to be abused, the demonic fox clan lives deep in the forest.If you know that, you can see that we have terrible eyes.So please never say anything else. "

The ancestors also knew quite a bit about the demonic fox clan.It's too dishonest to know about a woman to be a wife.

However, the demonic fox clan was not very well known, and I didn't even know the details.

I knew it was a species with special powers, but I had never seen a woman use such powers before, and I truncated it as a rumor anyway.

However, I understood that the ancestors who heard about it from women...

Understanding that, ancestors do the least.