Star Slashing Swordsman

"... the one from Sofia, what the hell are you doing"

I did that to hide feelings similar to anxiety swirling in my chest.

The time had already passed about half an hour after sundown, but there was never any sign that Sophia could be seen.

The night darkness covers the periphery, and the lights that illuminate the sight are only the light that illuminates the village chief's house and the brilliance of the stars that descend from heaven.

Demons are relatively easy to stop by the light. So there was still no light in the house other than the village chief's house, where the adults would be discussing the future, so as not to come as close as possible.

"... ha"

For some reason today, it's chilly out there.

The sigh I threw up, and no heart. I felt that, like I looked white.

Outside the house --me standing in front of the door as if waiting for someone, but I left the house earlier.

So I didn't know anything about what kind of discussion we were having at the village chief's house.

He gave permission to his mother in the house if she was enough to wait outside the house when she said she wanted to wait for Sophia to come home. I'm sure, like my father, my mother must be mistaken for me and Sophia. However, I did not dare to correct it because it was convenient only this time.

"... what the hell are you talking about over there"

I can even hear the ravenous hustle and bustle from a little further away. It doesn't seem very friendly though.

What are we talking about? When I was concerned, I told myself just a little bit and proceeded to the village chief's house.

"So!!! We're telling you to wait until tomorrow morning!!

A wild voice I've never heard before.

That voice, which would belong to a man, rocked my eardrum first.

"I have one kid, he hasn't come back from outside the village...... duh. Tomorrow morning. Too late......!!

"The demons have a good night's eye, and it's easy for those guys to show off something at night!! Instead of just rushing for an aug, even goblins turn into dangerous beings and attack me!! You're telling us to die!? Where's your in-laws like that?

"... ugh."

A man in conversation with a man with a wild voice who speaks out in an intimidating tone. I knew the man.

Because it belonged to Sofia's father, Alec, the village chief and my childhood friend.

A glimpse of his face through a small window where the light plunged in was relative to a foursome man he had never seen inside and about five human beings in the village, including the village chief and father. I was supposed to be an unknown 12-year-old villager. However, the life of a certain swordsman that I saw that day acted strongly on what I call my human personality and so on. Because of that, people have twice as strong an understanding of demons.

I guess that's why. I've found that the man who pisses his voice off is right.

I guess that's why. What makes you agree that miracles don't happen conveniently?

I guess that's why. Just at first glance, Wake made me wonder if the strange men who were raising their voices were the ones called adventurers.

So, I guess.

The reason I chose the option of turning my back there instead of boarding the village chief's house, was.

"Why not?"

I put a question mark on an act that I haven't even understood yet, and I look up to you with a bitter laugh.

All this time, a brilliant star staring all the way down at me.

"Are you confident you can win?... No, it's not. There's no way you can float a vision that beats me right now."

The opponent is a demon--auga that even a large adult will fall prey to. Just four years. My father is right. No matter how much I remember, I'm the swordsman. It was four years ago that I aspired to "star slaughter". Too shallow, less.

Number of places and amount of experience to build confidence.

There was no way I could have been confident that I could win that they were definitely not enough.

If, hypothetically, Auga and I were to confront each other, that would create the need to risk our lives. Otherwise, the fire of life will be extinguished without being able to fight it properly.

I'm not sure about Locke, so why not? Why not?

"Oh... hey, why not"

My leg, which turned my back on the village chief's house, was headed to a place where I had been barebacking until a few hours earlier, not at home.

In the first place, what do I want to be?

That's --- "star slaughter".

I just told Sophia that I would continue my training to make that Star Slash. I am aware that I am not skilled enough, and I do not need to be pointed out by anyone.

Why don't you just wait at home? Because that's what I think myself. In the morning, the adventurers will be on their way to crusade. Let's bet on a wish. Still, we haven't decided that the worst has happened. That's what I should be thinking with my head. My leg moves somehow. Move on, move on.

Isn't your head and legs separated? Thoughts and actions are not consistent enough to make me want to worry about that.

"Because of your sympathy?... No, probably not either"

As far as listening to what those who would be adventurers say, Sophia is half abandoned. So I sympathize with her like that--

That came to mind, but I cut it off instantly.

Because I knew better than anyone that I wasn't a man full of justice and emotion.

Then why? Why am I trying to choose an option that has a good chance of encountering someone who could die if confronted? At the earliest opportunity, there are few options that can be answered. So I could easily reach everywhere.

"I don't want to lose it..."

That day four years ago.

A swordsman's life engraved vividly into my memory.

Since then, it has been me who aspired to be a swordsman as if people had changed, but, of course, by then, I had certainly lived a village-like life.

"I used to have eyes like a dead fish and now I have eyes like a normal human being"

Me and Sophia are childhood friendly.

That can also be called dating from birth.

Sophia has become more involved than necessary since she decided to aspire to "star slaughter," but she has been quite friendly since before.

I guess that's why. He's the one who's been looking at me for a long time, so those words came up.

"Oh, that's probably it. I'm sure I didn't want to die."

Someone I know.

I didn't like the fact that no acquaintance existed in my memory.

So this is how I'm worried.

I'm moving on with my legs, though it's more likely that I won't make sense where I was headed by myself.

That's because I don't like losing it. behavior based on childish thinking everywhere that. Somewhat, I can't change the root part of that swordsman's life even if he remembered it and had an objectified personality.

I laughed bitterly as I was made to realize that I was only a 12-year-old boy.

"And"

Wouldn't that be a good opportunity?

I didn't say a word, but I deepen my grin.

"I thought one day, some kind of wall would have to be crossed"

That's just the story that it was today.

I think it's a little early. I can't deny the feeling that I haven't trained enough. But if you think about it, even the swordsman I dreamed of didn't have enough time to finish the Star Slash. Even if it's too late, it shouldn't be too soon.

"What is' star slaughter ', cowering to the extent of an orga?"

It's easy to cower.

It's easy to look and pretend not to look.

Make it easy, make it happen, make it happen.

Stack it up--stack it up everywhere.

Will you be able to reach the 'Star Slash' at the end?

Um, would he be able to reach a polar point where he couldn't even reach the ghost of a sword who threw everything away and kept waving his sword in madness to death?

The answer is no.

"... I've decided what to do."

If it's a memory (example), it is. That, too, is an example that can be described as superb.

It was easy to imagine that the swordsman would probably not even put it on his teeth, to the extent of an auga. Anyway, I saw that swordsman's life. Um, have a spectacular sword move.

So if I remember that swordsman correctly, I'm out of line to say I don't make sense to lose.

"Now the concern is lost."

Strength, experience, skill.

Everything is all right, everything that's missing. That's what I'm going to do with the clutter, fool.

There's only one thing I'm allowed to do right now.

Selfless obsession, grabbing the best results. That's all.

There are too many things missing right now, including my own strengths and experiences.

So throw away the extra thought.

Don't worry about it. Spread the whirlpool question.

That's right, I changed my perception, and, uh, exhale.

"Let's just do it"

Suppose.

Let's just say I killed Sophia here.

I can assure you that it will be crucified on my back for the rest of my life.

"Star Slash" that I want to make over my lifetime.

But the rest of my heart. 'Star slaughter' is not as easy as being slashed while carrying heavy stones. 'Star slaughter' is not sweet enough to form with regret.

So I'm picking up Sophia for my own Star Slash ambition.

Ignoring my own existence, refusing to let Sophia, who exists somewhere in my heart, die, arranging reasons like clichés, telling myself yes, I was one step away from the scene again.

"Oh?"

A voice came to me, once again unfamiliar to hear, as I was pushing down the road leading by a river located outside the village.

Now, a slightly higher voice specific to a woman.

The identities are very similar to those of the men who were making conversations at the village chief's house earlier. I'm sure she's an adventurer too. That's what I decided instantly.

"Hey, you. Where are you going?

"Home. There's a house over there, so there."

In fact, the house itself exists.

There is only one pompous house on the side of the road leading out of the village.

"Yes, it's dangerous, so stay out of the village."

"Okay. Thank you, sister."

Just in ruins that aren't already in use.

Apart from my house. There was no way a woman could have accidentally noticed that the statement had been consolidated with a lie that she was not on her way.