Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

- There's no more after. All measures have been exhausted.

I just wasn't heartbroken yet.

I already tasted despair. But thanks to that guy, I could get up from the bottom.

I haven't returned the favor yet. I don't even know how to give it back.

So at least I thought I'd just fulfill my promise first.

I won't give up. I'm not even going to frustrate you. I'm not going to die. Survive by rising to the end.

"Come on, brother, it's an audition."

I know what I need to do.

First, take off your armor. Remove the right small clasp by mouth and also remove the foot fixture. Take off the armor part as you retreat. I will look defenseless just for my skin.

I'm confident I'll be killed by a single blow from this state. But by becoming lighter in exchange, I was able to rise again.

Run out.

My body is as hot as it was floating in heat. It hurts all the time. But I can run. Life in the harsh labyrinth so far must have helped me build my body. Then you must have as much strength as a lined warrior. Tell yourself so.

Pick up the dropped sword.

Running through, stand with your right hand. It should have been as light as a bird's tail blade, that's very heavy. I just swung it out once and my arm is going to stop moving.

But I know how to handle it. It has waved millions, tens of millions of times so far. So later, it shouldn't be enough to wiggle a few times.

I'm sure I'm not strong right now.

But I'm sure he's not even weak.

A knight without a neck holds a giant sword, waiting for him. They still have the aftermath of the thunder gavel, and it's a slightly insignificant motion, but they wield their swords.

There is no protective equipment. If you hit it, you die.

So I'm going to throw everything away and go straight without cowardice.

First shot - a giant sword body flies like a sickle on a decapitated platform.

Keep your body low and through. Only the hair is slashed and danced.

Second shot - middle to bottom.

Keep yourself low and avoid it. The heel was slightly slashed and the blood flew, but I don't care.

Third shot with a knife to return - quick but no aim or anything, cluttered reverse letter.

Look out. From the forward bending position, try to deflect the chest and flex in a slight motion.

Stand with your sword protruding.

Aim is breastplate. Because of the thunder hammer, the area has not been blackened. There's probably no 'counterattack' by curse there.

Sudden protrusion!!!

Therefore, it continues to strike with a crest. It was not powerful enough to penetrate hard steel, and it was also effective to be bounced. Slight but cracked.

And make a twisting spring. The whole body spirits, swinging as far as the body goes...

Slash!!!!!

At the same time, he takes the blow of a beating and blows it away.

For a moment, I can't breathe. The cage hand on my right arm, which I couldn't remove, replaced my shield. I was able to avoid having two torso blades because of it. Maybe I broke a few ribs now. When I spit out what I'd been throwing up from the back of my throat, there was blood all over my feet.

But I can still get up.

……

The knight without his neck stands as if nothing had happened.

I was leaning down and looking around my chest. Anemone was right to aim. I had a hand. Because even if you can't break your armor, your chest cracks are expanding. Besides it's small but also has holes, from which something like black fog is leaking.

He was gently reaching out and trying to ascertain the magnitude of the damage. No, maybe that was, again, a preliminary motion to blacken the armor.

But either way, that won't happen. Because...

Piscilli - a dry sound sounds.

Fine cracks like dry ground enter the entire chest plate and crumble. Arms, feet, and hips disintegrate while releasing massive amounts of black fog. Roll down to the ground - it stops moving as it is.

And the knight without his neck vanished.

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Even that afternoon, my brother and I exchanged swords.

It was a blue sky with no clouds, and it was an excellent auditorium day.

Swordsmanship classes by tutors were set aside for each, but the two of them never learn together. And Anemone, the child, could only learn the art of escort.

So sneaking around every day, in the afternoon hours, doing auditions in the mansion gardens with my brother is more than a pleasure for little Anemone.

"Yay. I beat my brother again!

"Anemone, you've grown much stronger."

"Eh heh"

Little anemones get complimented and good at it.

Yes, it was. By this time, I was still in a good mood, not realizing that I had been deliberately allowed to win.

"Hmm. I might be able to get to the labyrinth city if I don't get stronger, too."

"What do you mean, me-ki-ku?

"A place with scary monsters and treasures."

"Sounds interesting. I want to go, too, Anemone!

"Then I'll have to do a lot of sword arching."

"I'll arch. I'm going with my brother."

"Yeah. Then we'll both go when we grow up"

"Wow."

But unfortunately, that dream will never be fulfilled.

No. It's going to happen in an ironic way.

Little Anemone, who just doesn't know one thing ahead, innocently puts her thoughts in a place she hasn't seen yet.

I look up. My brother looks pathetic and looks at this one.

Little anemones almost cry because they feel anxious. Would I have done something to hurt him, or would I be sick?

"Oh, uh, brother...... what's up?

"... yeah"

Adonis also looks like he's about to cry out again.

Then I'm forced to grin so I can indulge in something, and I sneeze and stroke my little anemone hair.

"I'm sorry. Thanks, Anemone."

I didn't know why my brother spoke of apology and gratitude.

It's just that little anemones are somewhere in my mind, and I knew this wasn't real. This is just a dream. It's just a fantasy.

But that's why she cling to him all the while being caressed.

That was the goodbye greeting for both of us.

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"... you've been noticed"

I heard a strange woman.

They're knee pillows. The thighs over the robe skirt are soft with hints of vanilla stained.

My cheeks are wet. Apparently he was crying.

"Please remain at rest."

"Ah... did... what?

You try to ask and realize that you don't have a proper voice.

Just give him the neck and check with the knee pillow lord for a second.

She wears a magician's naturally relaxed robe, but with a clearly discerning feminine body. But he has a strange face on his face.

"The same goes for my throat, but I have a terrible rib fracture. Please don't move because you may be injuring your gut."

She looks familiar. He's one of those explorers who's been calling several times on the road to see if he could be one of them. I remember running away because I was a demon.

The name is definitely Deneb.

"... now give me this"

"Nah... hmm...?

"It's the original cure. Not even Elixir, but it will restore health and magic."

Receive a clear, dark green (emerald green) glass bottle filled with liquid offered and carry it to the mouth.

Smells odd.

Speak thoughtfully.

It spreads a strange flavour that combines tannins, egumi, and refreshing acidity like boiled grass. I drank it all at once because it tasted like I wanted to refrain from expressing my thoughts.

"How about a replacement?

"also...... i......"

Enough already, he tried to show the word in his gesture, but it didn't work. For some reason, she mistook me for complimenting the taste, and she happily explains how to make it. It was just ingredients that I regret drinking.

Then...

"If you'd like to thank me, please do the same for those kids."

That's what she says and turns her mouth.

Beyond that are the known ones. It's an old man's face and barrel helmet.

They sit on the ground and receive scratch treatment from a woman wearing a mouth surface similar to Deneb's. Apparently, we were able to survive that training ground.

"What keeps you safe is the result of those two people dying crazy and protecting you from grudges. Please speak to him later. 'Cause I'm sure you'll love it."

……

Cheng Cheng, did you?

They will have saved their plight many times. I don't know why, or why, they rushed me, or why, they helped me that far. It just wasn't enough to thank you more than once. They seemed like fun, so I'd like to have a good chat. Next time I wanted to thank you and talk to you.

Then I look around again.

All those resentful spirits and spectacular horseman armies were without shadow or form. They really banished him. Instead, it looks like the Seekers are going around looking at the body of a phantom rider rolling on the ground and so on.

……

"There are still remnants of the party, but most of them seem to have come on. Now I'm looking for an example box."

"... or..."

I have something in my eye.

That's a rolling armor on the ground. It's not something I took off, but it looks familiar. Knight without neck, no. It's what my brother wore.

I've hunted down all those anemones, the armor won't be slight anymore. That is more proof than anything else that the soul of my brother, who was imprisoned in the 'Hundred Nights', was freed.

Anemone was relieved, as well as remembering somewhere lonely.

- Is that it or is it over?

And Anemone watched it for a while just being there as an object.

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Identification Card: "Hard One (Carado) Soji's Thunderhammer Sword (-Borg) (Luxury)"

"Tell thee, knight in mourning, give thirty five thousand seven hundred and twelve drops of blood - and the world shall produce ten billion needles of fire, beat it ten million times, freeze it a million degrees, grind it ten thousand degrees, and make not thousands of thunder gavels, as the trees of the grismilds"

A noble holy sword called 'The Gift of the Lady of the Lake (Ex) Man (Caliber)'. It is a well-known fact among arms dealers that there are numerous fakes out there in the world.

It's not so uncommon for a nobleman in trouble for gold, descendants of a self-proclaimed hero, etc. to bring in and make sure its authenticity while the shopkeeper laughs bitterly and expects it somewhere in his heart at the same time.

Even if you don't really go in and out of the weapons store again, have you ever seen about the sight of a suspicious open-air merchant lining up a rusty copper sword and throwing it and selling it while singing a shitty Saint Sword King adventure tan (saga) (well I don't think anyone really gets their hands on that one......)?

The reason why so many swords have been overflowing with masterpieces, imitations, contradictions, and similar items, or reproductions, is probably because The Legend of the Holy Grail has become too famous.

There just seem to be fakes with powerful abilities, even if they don't extend to the real thing, because they are so varied.

This "Hard Thunderhammer Sword" is another one of them. The builder is an unnamed sorcerer, but is said to have been built in the lower realm of the legendary "Sword body shining brighter than thirty pine lights".

You can roll out thunderhammers with a very powerful demon sword. Its power is more powerful and widespread than the "Lightning Bolt" spell, and depending on the user's arm, it can turn hundreds of little ghosts into charcoal at a time and bury them away.

Don't use it too much because it's just too user-friendly.

Although the magic content in the blood varies from race to race, from individual to individual, loss of more than half of the blood flowing through the body is believed to result in significant mental disorder, or shock death.