Star Slashing Swordsman

Is that figure, which leaves itself to emotion and screams scattered, a beast or a rabid dog who has abandoned reason? Either way, think there's a winning eye lurking there. But, but.

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A sudden scream to stop. And a moment of silence to visit.

Winning opportunity I accidentally held. Extra time.

That alarm immediately strips me of my teeth.

A rusty giant sword was in front of me when I realized it. Time stops.

I had that illusion, as if I had been stretched out many times.

I fell into a strange sensation as if I had been cut off from the world alone.

(Ha, ya...)

A sharp blade of ferocity that can't even afford to turn your mood into words and is impatient. The actions that can be taken from here are limited. The imminent sword is the orbit of a horizontal giraffe with its neck on it. Then you either distract your body or forcefully change the orbit of the sword looming with the bars cut in your hand.

"Ha, ah--ha"

Thoughtful, breathe in, then focus on your whole body. No time is available to think. Only then can I choose the option of entrusting everything to my senses.

So, I...

Forcefully, glare at the body.

It had been moved into action a few moments earlier than it could have concluded in its head.

And then the time that was slowing began to move again, and the booming, fierce wind-cut sound just above my face swords wind and passes with the Great Sword.

"Ko, of —— ugh!!

As I put my right hand on the ground and twisted my body as I used the momentum to avoid attacking---

"Give it back, Yikes!!!

Watermoon a spinning kick from the bottom, kicking in without overaiming. But...

"Gah......?

Even the mosquito just turns its face to say if it has stopped. This blow hasn't even slightly itched the orga. I perceived it with a pregnant voice of ridicule, and instantly decided that kicking lacks decision beating, I rush to kick the earth and jump, taking distance.

"... hey, this is hard..."

Mizuki —— Even though he said he wore a dovetail with a leg shot, he doesn't even show a bare gesture of suffering from breathing.

The feeling coming from my leg was like kicking even a big rock, that's what it felt like.

Really, it must be no damage. I repeatedly breathe roughly as I exhale my accumulated breath as I prepare for the unexpected consequences.

There, the usual spare facial expression, no shards even existed. There's only one smile on your face that you can't help but stick to.

"But it's okay."

Pleasure. Pleasure.

The focus of the auga, which distorts the mouth to the third moon, is on me. This situation, which would be drowning. For a moment, Sophia was ready for her escape.

Above all, the presence of Sophia is concerned and present in the chest. I didn't use her for the reason I was alarmed earlier, but I still didn't want you to be here.

"Sophia."

My gaze keeps shooting out the look of an orga, and I spin words.

"Hey, what...?

"In the village, there are adventurers. An adventurer the village chief called me. Hey, can you get those people?

"Eh."

"Until then, it will stick. Please."

This is a lie.

The word I want you to call an adventurer is only a convenience in trying to get her out of this place. But I could assure you that perhaps this word is more effective than anything else. So don't worry, I'll lie like that.

Besides, that adventurer won't do a good job of moving. Until the darkness clears this night, never. So Sofia, who tries to persuade him, will always be the feather of being detained by the village. This will set the stage. Just me and Auga.

There's only two of us on stage.

My eyes never shake when I stare.

Did you feel there was a determination not to retreat?

"Rotten,"

I guess I decided I should call an adventurer who would be in the village if I were as helpless as I was just lurking here. As a result of blaming myself for my cheap thoughts?

In tears, Sophia told him just that and ran out in the direction of the village.

"Good for you."

I asked Auga, gawking at Sophia's back as she stepped away.

Earlier he waited for Sophia to leave in discipline for some reason who had waved his sword to be void.

So ask.

"'... Mondi, Nye...'"

A voice that sounds heavy without coming out of the bottom of your belly.

"" Omae, Golojita Atoni, Golozebayi ""

Even though it was obsessive, it was a whole lot of words. A demon uttered a human word. Even though I am stunned by the fact, what a terrible thing to do when you think about what you're going to do now.

"Oh well."

My mouth was delightfully distorted, and the orga in front of me looked like a fierce, nasty beast trying to enjoy a heartbeat.

I'm sure he likes to fight.

Did you let Sophia, who was my concern, get away with that wave because Auga decided you were quite a fighter?

Is it just a chronic mind again?

I don't know the answer to that.

However, there is no improvement in this dilemma as long as we do not know the answer.

So I decided to push that suspicion to the other side.

"Corner. I'll give you a name. Just ask. You, you absolutely love that, don't you? Once upon a time, a knight came to the village and said, I wonder if it was some kind of war trick."

... I do, declare.

If I can understand the language, I try to talk about it and get caught off guard.

I don't have much power, because I don't have a chance to win if I don't ask you out with a slight alarm.

Just one blow.

To create as many gaps as you can tap into that blow.

"I'm Julius. What inherits the will of that 'Ghost of Swords'. The future star slayer.

"'Nanaj'"

There was a cloud on the weird part, but you probably wanted to say "nobody".

I can decide that and put my hand into it.

Stupid. Honestly, I was listening to what I said. I'm not letting go of the orga with the focus.

Perhaps chronic.

Even though I was somewhat interested in the conversation, the only gap in Auga that I didn't doubt would make any difference to this status quo.

Chances are, once.

I'm sure if we miss this, we'll never visit again.... Most importantly, maybe this (...) can only be unleashed once in my power.

"I'll feed you everything. Strength, pride, all the food!!!

The sound of your body honking, ringing.

Follow, each, imitate.

I can see where I'm going.

The destination is deeply engraved into the head.

Optimal solutions are always available.

Bad imitation to spit on. But even this evil will surely arrive. To the auga in front of you.

I stepped in, poking a flash of consciousness.

Perhaps the next one can't exist.

That's why I took this blow.

I bet everything in this moment of instant I would definitely put it on.

Most importantly, at this time you will be able to kill.

"Slash and tear ------"

Butyri, and I heard something break.

Bikiri, I heard something squeaking.

Bakiri, and I heard something destroy.

But it doesn't stop.

The swinging arm, the stepped foot, won't back down. Because. That's not true. The reason for this.

Because I understood beforehand that dealing with this stunt now would require a fair price. And because I instinctively knew there could be no winning eyes other than dealing with this move. So.

"--------" Shooting Star "

When you decide with this blow.

I rolled out, enthralled by moves I couldn't give up my minutes.

A swordsman who dreamed of "star slaughter," a move that reached the end of the drill. That, imitate.