Star Slashing Swordsman

"... spiritually disturbing,"

And repeat small words directed at me.

... magic is everything.

At the birth of a despicable village, there are so many things I don't know as knowledge that I feel unexpectedly about the events in front of me.

"Sure, you're right, I guess it's better not to irritate you poorly. But."

Then he turns his gaze from the wizard man to the "wizard hunter" man.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I'll, I'll kill you. No. Nothing, no. So, so so, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!!! Take those guys, all of them, all of them, everything, everything -- --!"

"--I feel like it's already too late to do anything before I give it a stimulus."

I laugh bitterly in response to the grudging voices I hear.

"Before he calms down, if we leave him alone, we'll be stabbed to death as soon as we turn our backs, won't we?

…………

Turn the obvious hatred into words, and the hiccup "wizard hunter" man keeps spinning.

And the brilliance of the eyes that could be directed at us was in jeopardy, and the loose and cloudy eyes were clearly dyeing into the urge to kill.

"... I'm in no trouble at all."

He's the wizard man who warned me not to irritate him, but is the sight in front of him an event that outweighs his rules of thumb?

He spins his words with a look like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"... Sure, the kid's right. This is crazy. Originally, the spirited one is tormented by the clear memories of the original and the torn memories, but in his case, he's shaken them off in a bad way.... this is the only way to fight and shut him up...?

But rather small, he waves the first time to deny his words.

"... no, I knew it wasn't worth the while. Even if it takes two of us, it's too much of a possibility that if we fight, we'll get paid back."

Nevertheless, it is more obvious than to see fire that words of persuasion and justification do not reach the man of the Wizard Hunt, who continues to act even against words.

Consequently, the remaining options cannot exist other than the use of force.

Eyes on your eyes. Teeth for teeth. Kill with intent.

A human being with a sword in his hand and himself in a struggle. Just a commonplace promise that can be said in common to everyone.

Isn't that all?

"But we have to do it. If we don't do it, they're gonna kill us."

"... Ha, boy, don't you have a fear?... Are there people who look so happy when they say they're being targeted for murder?"

Of course, there is fear.

Even under this circumstance, you have enough calmness to deduce the difference in strength from your opponent.

However, I still have a reason why I wanted "no choice". Again, just for that emotion, I couldn't throw up.

"... tart"

He was heartbroken by my attitude.

Eventually,

"Look, kid. Don't you dare turn his consciousness at all. I'll take care of it later."

In short, he said he'd buy time after concentrating on me more than he could think of anything else.

It is indeed a simple and lucid order.

"Okay."

And I accept that word.

Standing up from his body a burning rage, watching the opportunity to slash him now or now as he shoots through the figure of a "wizard hunter" man.

"That, bye-------"

From the bottom of my belly, I make my voice sound.

It was the halfway end, so early if we were to pierce this lust that ignites the body, anything would have been fine. Therefore,

"-----Continue, kah!!

The score that was still in my hand as I broke my face with joy headed up----a flash of horizontal gibberish.

At first glance, that behavior that seems pointless.

However, the meaning of the act is immaculate, becoming a snail and stripping his fangs violently as he attacked in pursuit of the "Wizard Hunt".

Remainder of the magic unleashed like a swing.

That shines as if it were a star sown in the sky --eventually the sole pours down toward a point.

At the same time, judging that a firm intent to kill has been directed at him or not, the "wizard hunter" man is as agile as a beast, after the scene.

The speed at which you won't even be able to see it in earnest.

But...

"If you can't chase me with your eyes, you can just stretch me in all directions...... Huh!?

Right on the side, he said, "You have no regard for me...!!" And I heard a screaming voice, but, well, you don't have to worry.

Now, what means did you use, when the wizard hunter still had reason, he had already avoided the "starry night" intact.

There is no need to worry about it anywhere.

"Shoot me down ---"

Again, swirl as you wave the score of slashing and tearing the void into a horizontal twist.

Missili, and words spinning with outrageous screaming bone sounds intolerable. One hand of invitation (...).

"--On a Starry Night (Naglefal) ----!"

The countless star descents that instantly cover my entire front of the eye. There is no way (...) there is a gap that can be dived through intact, except for one point.

And I, Ni, smile with joy.

"Right. Right!! You would have absolutely, YES, WILL BELIEVE!!!

"On a starry night (Naglefal), the best hand against" is to pack the distance to zero in the instant time.

Because only right next to me is a harmless space created with no star descent.

And then the shadow jumps right in front of me. I see, that's something I could have predicted.

I also know that the "star slayer" man in my memory was poked at the flaw every time I used "(Naglefal)" on a starry night.

... but that's why some things are called actions you can take.

"But it's not like you haven't taken measures against visible weaknesses, is it? Huh!?

In the blink of an eye, slightly lift the sword that you grip with your hands forcefully --shake, uhh.

At a speed that we can only describe as divine speed, after one twist, the slash, the reverse twist, to the right, the slash released vertically and horizontally endlessly to the left.

Breathe them in one breath and shoot them off.

Exactly, summer bugs flying into the fire.

slaughter slaughter slaughter slaughter slaughter------.

He continues to wave as soon as he rests, swording in emotions that cannot be satisfactorily denied even if it is called a curse.

Taste the definite feeling that it was prevented, over and over again, hiccups.

"You are strong!! Better than me!!! But if you can't take it down, then you're not good enough to give up eh!!?

Leave it to your emotions to scream and scatter.

Exchange your swords twice or three more times while exalting and exposing yourself to the heat of battle, understand the fact that the object in your hand is about to break, yet remain silent while you continue to wave.

And furthermore, the more illusory a second has been extended to dozens of seconds, the longer the longer the second has gone through more than a dozen times with a harsh attack, the gradual (...) tingling and unmissable sound sounds on the side.

At the same time, the hoisting mouth angle.

Oddly enough, it wasn't one of them who took that action, me and the "Wizard Hunter" guy.

It was both.

"--die"

The stuff that cracked me.

A ruthless voice shakes my eardrum that doesn't make me feel like I can't possibly be satisfied with the blow I'm already making, or roughly emotional with my cold eyes.

Indeed, whether you use "Sword Creation (CREATE)", let go of the sword and create a new sword again to deal with it. Even if you follow those steps with foolishness and honesty, perhaps only a few interceptions will be possible in time.

But what if the act of "letting go of the sword" could be saved?

In addition, what if we deal with an attack on the assumption that we can take it with a sword we grip with our right hand, with a sword we let to grip on our left hand (...)?

"--you."

And where the opponent would have expected it to be —— rather than in the exact opposite direction, what makes the sword run into the void while creating it is an arc-drawing sword line.

Just for a moment.

"Happy with the stunningly stained look the wizard hunter man shows, I swing straight through.

There is no force in the satisfaction that comes eventually, a hard feeling of thin resistance.

But it's definitely uncomfortable covering up my whole body just before I can't cope with a blow from a completely different place than I imagined and the sword that was directed at me would be played.

"--Whoa, whoa, whoa!? This is magic!

------ "Gravity Control (Gravity)" ------.

Missili, and make a noise and the ground cracks and begins to sink. Seeing it like that, it instantly breaks the identity of the discomfort that strikes you.

But what are they doing? I still haven't figured out how to deal with that.

Heavy pressure pressurized all over the body. Unbearable bending knee.

I try to swing the sword through the end, still, showing the tannic surface but completely killing the momentum and colliding with the opponent's gains, to the sensation of being held hard from above my head with something I can't see.

Already far from being a Special, knowing that the attack probably won't reach the target, I won't break that posture.

"--Well done, kid. Thanks to you, I can fly this guy without a problem (...)"

Just a moment to blink.

That's what the wizard man, who poked that gap and circled behind the "wizard hunter" man in a few moments of the thing, says, stretching his right palm to make it touch the other person's body.

And in no time,

"Shit, chill your head ------"

Words spinning in a frustrating way.

My reaction was delayed for a moment because I was too distracted. "The wizard hunter looked over his shoulder in a panic.

"------" Forced Transfer (Teleport) "!!

"Mm-hmm..."

The next moment.

Neglected as if there was no one there from the beginning, I could disappear without a trace of the "Wizard Hunter" man from before me.

"... My magic is" Forced Transfer (Teleport). "It's the ability to fly the objects I touch with my hands wherever I want. I couldn't have gotten any more rampant around the city."

... he says that there is only a limit to how far we can fly, so we can only buy time.

For the first time since I've been here, I've heard his magic, and I've convinced myself I can be.

"The wizard hunter had at least a" acceleration (acceleration) "and" recognition inhibition "hand tag. Perhaps it would not have been easy if it had just been touched.

"Anyway, thanks for the help, kid. If I hadn't gotten in the way, I'd have been killed just like that. I don't know the truth about him being treated like someone else is good."

Simply like I want to. I was just acting on my own like I wanted to.

So there's no need to thank me anywhere.

With that in mind, I slowly rise from being on my knees because of unusual heavy pressures.

"First of all, I've been able to run some errands to Miss Xenoa early..."

He was a wizard man who spoke so much, but he was turning a blind eye to me.

"... if you think about it, you haven't even told me your name yet"

I don't even know his name. I can't believe I got his word.

"I'm late in introducing myself, but I'm Lewsas. I know I already told you, but I was in the Knights until five years ago. So, for once there, I was still the deputy commander of this. You're Zenoah's daughter's predecessor."

Even though it wasn't an attack on him, it was an unknown skill to show off the "Naglefal" on a starry night without a scratch.

I was the deputy commander.

Thanks to that one word, the matter that I had remembered in doubt was resolved, and I was convinced of a lot of things.

And become aware again.

Glad to hear that the world is still wide.