Vermillion

Sleek ups and downs ensue, green meadows.

Fluffy, sheep clouds float in the blue skies that fall out, and cool winds blow through.

In such a pastoral landscape, however, there was a horseback riding appearance that ran wildly out of place.

That number, ten rides.

To the two horsemen who protrude and run, the eight horsemen who follow it.

The two horsemen who preceded him weaved the same leather cape and rode on a horse of the same kind and thought it was brown.

Only one of them had a heavy leather bag on the saddle that swelled on the bread, but roughly both of them seemed to have unified gear.

By contrast, the other eight look terrible.

The variety of horses is cluttered.

Equipped with leather armor, bolo cloth, or half naked.

Weapons are also just crude, like simple bows, bone spears, and rusty swords.

It's a very variable configuration. In terms of keeping both eyes glued to the light of desire, all eight were alike -.

The schematic of the escape and chase sides.

The distance between the two shrinks from moment to moment.

"Don't let him get away, chase him!

"Do it!

"Turn around. Huh!

The eight horsemen on the side of the chase shook up the score in their hands and shouted dirty.

Slang mixed dirty english. Occasionally, nasty curses mix.

They are perfect in terms of both equipment and character, and the words' stripping 'and' rough guy 'look good on them, but behind such a crude appearance, there was something brilliant about horseback riding collaboration.

Trying to drive the two horsemen on the escape side, each of the eight horsemen expands fan-shaped.

The distance between horseback riders was kept constant, forming a semi-enclosed net by chance.

"Shoot it!

A relatively decent leather armored man running through the center - apparently the head of the strippers - shakes up his spear and screams.

In response to that voice, four archers, who were expanding on both wings, led an arrow to a simple short bow.

"FUCK YOU!!"

Right wing, a shooter man with a tattoo on his face screams.

Using that as a signal, the other three also squeezed their bows and released arrows simultaneously.

A thin wind incision made by arrow feathers.

With that in his ear, the two horsemen, looking back for a moment, cut off its orbit in an instant, dodging arrows one after another with a clever hands-on judgment.

The arm of the stripping bow and the runaway rider's reins. The difference in skill was as good as ever.

The target of the two horsemen remains intact and only the arrows are consumed by mischief.

"……… chip. Aim for the right!

The head pounds his tongue and skips instructions to his men. Occasionally, the aim focused on one of the rides on the right.

Originally, the horseback riding on the right side brackets a large leather bag in the saddle, which moves dull compared to the left. Concentrated gunfire riders resolutely attempt to evade, but cannot resist the barrage of increased harshness, and the rider finally receives an arrow.

A horse with an arrow stabbed in his ass raised his nose and fell flashly.

A saddle leather bag opens and a bottle filled with blue liquid falls apart and zero onto the ground.

The pivotal rider apparently jumped off the saddle just before, and was almost intact whether he threw himself out onto the meadow and took a passive.

"I've got a ride down. Wow!

"Hitcher, kill him!

but there, the outlaws rushing their horses at great speed loom.

"Ha-ha-ha, die eh!

The head of the stripping smiled brutally, sticking his spear straight out toward his crawling prey on the ground.

A sharp spear tip emits a raging and vicious light.

The impending ferocity blade.

The jumping rider flipped his cape and began to flee at a glance.

Seeing that, you idiot, the head smiles spirally.

As far as it goes, there is certainly something about the speed of its feet that keeps an eye out.

However, it is not meant to be able to fight horses on foot and at speed.

The head, quickly packed with distance, penetrated his spear relentlessly into the defenseless back of the escaping prey.

The sharpened spear tip captures and pierces the leather cape without hesitation.

But - light. Too light.

Unresponsive spears clung to wind-blown cloaks.

I understood that it was empty.

At that moment, the head rider raises his sharp groaning voice and clings in front of him.

Fall.

He happened to be thrown out of his saddle and slapped from his back straight into the meadow earth.

"What?"

The shock of a lump hitting his back makes him sound like a frog.

The spear was removed from the clap, but the head rose quickly regardless, pulling the long sword out of the sheath of his hips.

If you look at it, your ride is suffering with your left front leg slashed off.

And beside it - the black shadow.

The head's eyes, which put the identity of the enemy in his sight, opened in amazement.

"Ohh, you are!

With his upsetting head approximated, the black shadow remains silent, placing a sabel on his half. Just tighten those blue eyes.

It was a blonde-eyed boy.

Small body just to be confused with a woman, sharp eyes on a stern face.

Long stretched blonde hair is tied at the back of her head to keep her out of the way.

He was a boy with a simple, uncharacteristically simple sabel on his right hand - the outfit, an unusual word.

Don't blacken.

Black iron forehead on the head. Black muffler covering the mouth.

The whole body is wrapped in a perfectly fabric black coat with black leather caged hands and shins on the hands and feet.

He had a black-painted dagger on his hips and, to an extreme extent, a sheath of black-painted sabel on his back.

That's exactly what...

"-" NINJA "!

The head groans and screams.

"Ninja".

Nor is that the "ninja" of pure Japanese Made in Japan.

Something's a little wrong, "NINJA," like a foreigner created by inflating his image on his own.

"" NINJA "! Andrei from" NINJA "!?

"Holy Shit (holy shit)!! Is it real!?

"In those moments I substitute my cape......!

The upset spreads to the surrounding employees.

Andrei from "NINJA".

He was one of the best celebrities in the world.

Because of its overly distinctive appearance and - still, definite strength.

As soon as the wave of agitation drew back his men to the emergence of a mighty enemy named Andrei, his head felt a twitch and a boiling of blood all over his body.

Fighting spirit.

I want to challenge the strong.

I want to test my powers.

Such, pure desire.

"... you and I, for once, wanted to fight...!

Redyed his stunned expression to a fierce grin.

I put a long sword in the front eye.

Moments, Andrei's appearance blackens.

Silver flashes crossed.

Pasan, the shock. Slashed, I see.

What? I try to raise my voice, I realize.

I don't have a voice.

If you look at it, the edge of your vision, the red blood bump from your neck (effect).

Perhaps the 'vocal cords' were destroyed.

The "carotid artery" has also been severed.

Fast, then accurate, and fatal blow.

Being distracted, the head just moved his mouth, "Yes," he said.

At that moment, the head, judged to be "bleeding to death" by a large amount of bleeding, fell to the ground like a sledge and doll, and turned into an unspeakable "meat mass" as it were.

"My head!

"Hey, hey, hey!

To the death of the head, the stripping of the two, rather exasperated than frightened, approaches Andrei with his horse around his head.

The spears and sticks, both of them, are long weapons.

Make a full push on horseback, like pinching Andrei from left to right.

The opposing Andrei placed a sabel on his right hand and pulled out a black-painted dagger with his left hand.

"Ohhhhh!!

"Die hey hey hey!!

The pursuit of a rider who shook up his weapon approached from left to right.

At first glance it was a situation of absolute desperation, but Andrei at the time was calm.

He knew.

that I am not alone.

Kang! And the pleasant sound of cracking dry bamboo echoes in the sky.

"What?"

One of the strippers, a bearded man with a spear, circled his neck with a suspicious face.

Wind cut.

The next moment, I made a damp noise with Dotun, and then my bearded head blew off.

From the base of his neck, a bloodshot (effect) sprays up like a fountain. 'Immediate death' judgment without having to be sure. A body with no neck that turned into a 'meat mass' and lost its strength slowly tilted and rolled off the horse.

If he had excellent visual acuity, he would have perceived it.

That an arrow that flew in from far rear pierced the neck of the stripper and chopped it.

"What!?

The stripping, which shook up the stick and was still about to storm Andrei, stops the horse's foot unintentionally at the sudden death of the other party.

What happened? Watch. Rear.

A cavalry that wears a cloak and runs alone.

He was on the run with Andrei, the rest of the ride.

He solidified himself into an elaborately decorated leather armor, with a feather-decorated leather helmet on his head, his face not well visible because of the cloth covering his mouth, and the only thing he can barely tell is that it is a young man with black eyes.

As an armed man, he wore a swinging sabel on his hips, but the one that caught his eye was a juicy bow on his left hand.

A composite bow with a slightly larger eye for handling on a ride and a different presence.

In the green of the meadow, the vibrant pearl colour is well visible.

An elegant curved arc - it glowed in the sun.

"- Kill him!

They were often annoying, but soon they returned to me and raised their voice of anger.

but the black-eyed youth had already connected a new arrow. On a horse swinging at his feet, he squeezes a string in his breath and releases it.

Ka! and the pleasant sound again, a muscle of silver light and turned arrows roared and attacked the stripping.

A heavy bass that beats meat, like a sound on the bottom of your belly.

A stick user who was relative to Andrei is blown off the horse like he was bounced.

Standing on its left chest is an arrow with white feathers.

A Deadly Strike (Critical Hit) that captures the heart's heart accurately.

The stick man, who fell to the ground, simply glanced down at the arrow that broke through his leather armor with ease.

"No shit..."

The last time I whined small, my vitality (HP) ran out, and the stripping turned into just a 'meat mass'.

"Son of a bitch, what an arm!

"It's not just my arm, that bow sucks too!

"OK, leave it to me!!

In a floating pursuit, a relatively heavily armed man with sheet metal leather armor popped up in momentum as he raised a wooden circular shield.

"Chamovon, Fuckin Archa-!!

Relatively heavily armed men storm with a provocative roar.

The sound of banging a circular shield with cancer and mace is like saying, "Try shooting it here."

……

The opposite black-eyed young man narrows his eyes slightly and squeezes the strings tightly.

Pleasant sound.

A silver light, shot out by tremendous momentum, approached, foolishly honestly, from the front to the stripping of the shield.

The speed of the arrow, which can hardly even be seen, but if it is directly in front, it is easy to see through.

Sometimes the belligerent smile of stripping him beforehand, and he takes it with his shield at his leisure.

but.

Crushing.

The arrow, which smashed the surface of the shield with a single blow, penetrated the handle on the back as it was and went straight ahead without diminishing momentum.

The sheet metal planted in the stripped leather armor was pulled out like a piece of paper.

"Oh............ ugh!

The power of the arrow combines with the power of his own thrust, and the man with the shield is blown away like a ball of billiards

He drew a parabola and danced through the universe, scattering a bloodbath (effect), beating it to the ground.

It doesn't even move. Regardless, it was' instant death '.

Even with the loss of the Lord, it should be noted that horseback riding, who did not stop walking, rushes past by the black-eyed youth, sounding paka and footsteps.

"...... James is hit -!

"Shit, that Archer sucks!

"No more, run away!

Before the power of the bottomless bow, and its monstrous user, the utterly disengaged strippers begin to flee at a glance around the horse's neck.

The opposing black-eyed bowman also ran his horse and slowly began to mortar.

Pursuers desperately run to zigzags and take random manoeuvres to deflect the bow.

But all that effort ended in vain.

That the pleasant sound rings again, twice, three times.

The silver light flashes, and each time the stripping is knocked off the horse.

Those were the strippers whose three horsemen were quickly shot, but the last one was lucky.

Even if the arrow struck him directly, he was spared instant death because of the stab on his shoulder.

The arrow wounded stripping ran his horse straight and disappeared across the hill.

……

Without going deep, the young man stops his horse on a small high hill.

With an arrow attached to his bow, he circled his head and did his gaze around him.

To the east, up to the end of the horizon, the green hills.

Sometimes the wind pushes over and brings in the sound of leaf rubbing when it touches.

To the west, the magnificent mountain range, which looks lusciously sumptuous, and the forest that spreads at its foot.

In front of the woods, with an arrow stabbed in his shoulder, he looked small in his desperate escape pursuit.

Proud of his eagle-like vision, he became smaller and smaller in his youth's sight and in his pursuit to the west.

Keeping alert, dozens of seconds.

Deciding that there were no ambushes or novices, the youth returned to Andrei.

…………

An arrow is stabbing me in the ass and it looks painful, by the brown horse.

Andrei was disappointed to kneel on the ground and was drooling.

"…… Are you all right?

Fluent English without admiration. A young man with an arrow in his arrow and a bow on his lap calls out from the horse.

"It's not okay!!

Andrei, with a kicked face up, answers the words of the black-eyed young man with a sad cry. This one is also in English, and the pronunciation of R contained a tight Russian accent.

"Look! Give me this! That's terrible!

Andrei stands up in momentum, with a playful trick, showing a large number of bottles scattered around him to show.

Rolling into soft meadow land they were, however, either from the shock thrown out or mostly cracked. I can barely see anything safe, and a lot of the blue liquid that was stuck inside is spilling out.

"-High-POT (High Potion) is your grandfather! Almost... Almost everything! I could have bought it cheaper! Besides, Wolvern isn't even close! Not really, like, not really! This is... this is a huge deficit..."

As I say it, the tension keeps dropping, not to mention Andrei, who cries down and kneels down again.

The black-eyed youth against him shakes his head small, looking at him with such pity.

"... that's why I said 'don't be greedy'. Buy it, resell it. This is what happens because I think about it."

"Because, come on!

"At the very least, if the horse hadn't even been overweight, he'd have escaped. Didn't you?"

"Stuffed..."

Andrei stuffs his words to the youth's point.

He pushed off the advice to stop weighing over the horse and forced himself to put a ton of potions on it because he was the only one.

"... I mean, if you had shot him with a bow from the beginning, you might have pulled the stripping off too! Why didn't you attack me sooner!

Andrei, who understands his disadvantage, rises up and tries to deflect the argument by gesturing with great admiration. But

"Hey, who hired you as a 'escort'?

"Colour."

"Think about it, do you have any pleasant stories about 'client' protecting 'escort'?

"Gu."

"First, I want you to thank me for just not being left behind. If I had left you, I'd have run off with no risk."

"Stuffed."

He eats a handful of counterattacks and groans with a regrettable face.

I opened my mouth to say it back somehow, but realized there was no objection, so I knelt down.

"Damn, even though this is the one who asked for an escort, how many times did you think I'd leave it? Even though this one has' valuables'..."

Squirting like a solitaire, the young man pounds and slaps the bow on his lap to show.

"Kuh... Damn, Kay, it's your fault! I'm asking you to escort me! It was a mistake to assume that you were rarely asked to do so! If I refused, I wouldn't have had to put my hands on the potion! Damn it! Damn it...!!

I told him to throw it away, and Andrei, whose tension dropped again, weakened as if his bones had fallen out.

He fell down without a scratch of force and started messing with the bully and the ground at his fingertips.

It's a good place to hit eight. The black-eyed young man, known as' Kay ', sighs one.

Far beyond sight, overlooking the magnificent mountain ranges that you can glimpse.

I don't know...

The leaked whine was in Japanese.