Star Slashing Swordsman

I see, there's no room for pleasure in trying to decide on a special blow.

A dramatically changing situation.

Red and black blood coloring the void.

Shortly after I recognized that I had slashed him, I shook up when I felt chills crawling up to interact with him, so heavy that I was under the illusion that he had even been eagled directly into my heart.

--Ma, no...... Huh!!

That was a definite hunch.

A definite cold feeling of my own death.

I instinctively felt it, and I retreated faster than my legs were on the ground, making scaffolding with "sword creation (creation)" or no, exhaling sharply.

Immediately afterwards, a steel tail that grows more vigorously above the earth with a roar to where I was earlier.

"Too much bullshit, right!!?

I didn't see any preliminary motion.

Nothing serious, an unexpected blow.

If I hadn't given myself up to a hunch a moment ago, I would have been skewered by now. I fantasize about such a future and scream all over the yakeshit, no matter how mundane it is.

And a fluctuation in non-standard intent to kill me because of the scratch.

Steel tails roll out from all sides.

I don't know how many tails you have, but I want to scream. But such free time doesn't exist anywhere.

"This, is...... ugh!!!

Avoid. Slash.

The impending ultimate choice.

But two voices thump faster than I make a trade-off choice.

"--Get down!!

"------" Stabbing Black Sword (Gladieda) "!!!

Burning runoff to kill and numerous fierce blades of pitch black.

Instantly understand that they are protection from Fiore and Shiva. With gratitude in his chest, he stomps on the earth thoughtfully, making a noise.

Slightly, bend the leg like a spring for preliminary motion. And --again fleshy.

The presence in front of the eye is oversized.

If this is the case, I can guess even if I'm meditating on my eyes.

Therefore, all concentration will be directed at the sword.

Don't devote resources to anything else.

No use. Out of the way. Throw it away.

"Kon, where --heh!!!!

Shiva and Fiore dealt with the attack directed at me. Then the only thing I have to do is keep shooting "shooting off a shooting star" --------

Ha, and breathe heavily, leaving yourself to the raging tide of blood. And

——————

Blank thoughts coming.

My vision suddenly slipped (...) diagonally, even once again.

When I realized it, I was off my feet.

"So... Huh!!!

He pisses his eyes off to mourn why his sword can't wave down normally, exhaling his unspoken anger at the irrationality in front of him.

The intoxication that comes from dominating the whole body.

No heart, no clutter and distorted vision.

"--Fuck, fuck"

Jumps off unexpectedly.

Then the intoxication that dominated the body disappeared and the vision was back.

However, thanks to the tiredness caused by the stiffness. Only for a moment because of it, the reaction is delayed.

"------- Huh!!!!!"

Wordless "Jabberwock" scream —— growl. At the same time, a leg blow by the front leg that is rolled out poking at the gap of consciousness for just a moment.

That blow fired with a hurricane.

At the earliest, my body won't move normally even though I know it's coming.

"Ha ha,"

Collising hook claws and swords.

But the difference in self power is more obvious than seeing fire.

The brutal reality strikes me relentlessly.

Was there a second that could have resisted properly? Eventually, I was struck by the blow that came with my sword, and my body blew up like dust and mustard.

"Huh, gu-----!?"

Heaven and earth shifting busily in sight while involving smoke. After bouncing the ground as if it were a ball many times, its momentum gradually begins to fade after more than a dozen seconds, stopping as its body is rubbed to the ground without having to.

"It's been a long time since I've been back."

"Ugh, come on."

Gu, wipe the blood dripping from your nose with the back of your hand.

Apparently, I was just on Shiva's side.

Look, I'm not telling you. I was just saying that I shouldn't have. Words were shaking my eardrum.

Because of the earlier exchange, abrasions had been created all over the body, but they must have been able to defend themselves well. Fatal injuries are not borne as one.

It should be enough.

"Nevertheless, you understood yourself with that, didn't you?... it's almost impossible to approach that big fat ass and launch an attack."

"... after all, what's that?

"" It would be magic. Very rarely, among the creatures known as mutants, a man who can handle magic appears innate.

At the time, I thought there were some people who spoke the legal story. Apparently not.

Mouthfeel as if you're telling me to give it a break. But the face of Shiva in person at the time was delightfully distorted. The act of hoisting the corner of his mouth is an indisputable revelation of joy.

————— My heart jumps.

It has to be.

No, if that's not the case, my name isn't going to blow, and I wonder if you're developing some crazy theories around your chest by now.

Somehow, I thought so.

"... but even if you keep attacking me from afar, So I wanted to find that magic hole somehow."

I sighed that it was occlusive.

Earlier, the reason you turned me around was if it inspired you to grab some kind of thread. I guess that's what I thought.

"Normally, my magic could be an effective method of attack if it was too hard on my shell, but I can't get through to Locke."

Before the outer shell, which has the same defense as the Emerald Wall, the half-life attack does not pass through fine dust.

"Like me, I'm not the worst compatible with a man who hasn't tried to push his magic to the limit."

"When you are shown a black sword (gladieda) that pierces you, you make a mistake, but Shiva is a swordsman.

A swordsman basically deserves to approach, wave his sword and slash and tear it apart.

Therefore, he said, now that we can't get close to the detour because of the "magic" that we don't know what to do, we have to buy some time while exploring the opening measures.

"Extremely, it's that playback ability (...) and a bad taste that grows on my back (...). You know, before you fly into the sky, it's gonna stink like a blow to the ground."

... Shiva was right.

Earlier, the tails that I should have slashed and torn were unnecessarily cross sections healing each other and regenerating beautifully.

I guess that's why.

There was no obstinate pursuit, and I had already changed my focus from the magic of Fiore surrounding herself to the "burying carcass doll (parade)".

It's like, just saying that's a done story.

"... I guess. It's troublesome when you're flying."

I say as I nostalgic about the battle with the demon that Fiore named Pie.

But in reality, there is no effective means of attacking Javawok in the hands of me and Shiva.

But I want to take it down. Somehow, I want to beat the crap out of that big guy.

--Then what?

"So we just have to kill it somehow early"

makes a familiar metal noise.

The answer to the words it asks itself.

No matter how far you fry it, as long as I'm a swordsman, there's only so much means left to defeat it as to slash it.

"It's not convincing what he said."

Funny as it sounds, Shiva laughs.

"Well."

"So, what? You keep something from me, don't you?

He makes that decision based on how I speak confidently.

Go on, Shiva said if you have a plan, you can give it another time or so.

If you want to get close somehow, inevitably, you have to try to get close and find that "magic hole". Because I know that, I guess Shiva proclaimed that she would still give it to me even though she said she wanted to take it down.

"Naturally. I'm a star slayer. There are countless hands in both hands."

--I just can't handle more than half of them right now.

I can't make weak noises in this situation, so I'll keep the words in my chest.

"... tell you what"

Then I'd love to see it.

I read emotions from a delightfully dyed look, and if I don't live up to my expectations, I laugh at him, too.

Bumping production.

I never thought this would happen, so I never even tried it once.

Instead, I wasn't able to get to the stage of trying.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

But there's only one option available to me.

I'll do it. I won't. Not, do it. Only one of them.

Hence.

"Sometimes-------"

Looking up at the sky, which I can only describe as still bright, I decided to say something unusual without any context.

"--Did Shiva ever see a night when the stars descend?