The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Watching the game while keeping his back on the stone wall, signs next door.

There you stood, my friend, Soichi, almost unchanged in height with me. The outfit is not in yesterday's uniform, but is wearing thick clothes that are easy to move and durable.

Hanging on his hips, he turns his gaze to the playing field, feeling slightly discouraged by how many mass-produced swords are available in the holding room.

"How's it going?

"Well, I don't know."

You knew my answer, Soichi, and you're not saying anything.

At the end of his gaze, Mr. Yamada is fighting on the game field right now. He is wearing a great sword while successfully using a short sword he is not very used to.

I guess it moves better than it did when the Knights were fighting in the first round because the tension is resolved (loosened up) by the good. Besides, no matter what they think, they're worse off than Mr. O'Brien. Perhaps Yamada now feels a wider playing field (ring) than he did in World War I. There is no waste in movement, and it can be said that the proof is that we are able to move sparingly.

That guy has something too hard to think about. It would be a problem to think too easily like me, but I don't think you can think too much like him. Too much thought, my head was the only thing about it, and my body was goose.

So I'm sure one shackle came off for being able to beat someone who didn't win back in the day.

Easy to understand, or what? Really, he's weird.

"Something's wrong with the way you fight, brother."

"Yep. Big sword opponent with a small sword - maybe showing it to Soichi, your senior?

What was his name?

When I said that, I raised my voice saying that Soichi had just noticed.

"Senior Francesca."

"Yes, yes. The person."

He's the one fighting in the game before me, so I remember his face.

Yamada's apprentice.

The movement was rough when it came to disciples, and there were parts that did resemble each other, but it feels somewhat like a habit in our stream.

Indeed, she resembled Mr. Yamada's - the way we fought. The type that is weak, deviates from attack at speed, and ensures you attack fewer gaps.

There was just some difficulty with that attacker. Timing and speed, they're all chig hugs. I think he survived his journey with Yamada. Well, it wasn't even a dangerous journey, as it used to be.

More importantly, there was hesitation in killing humans. That would make it impossible to win this tournament.

"Speaking of which, senior. You lost."

"... if you're a senior at school, watch it."

"Ugh. Because my game and timing were bad..."

You seem to think you're bad yourself, Soichi, and your butt scratches your head like it looks bad.

"So. The next game isn't yet, is it? What's wrong, Soichi-kun?

"I wonder how Masaki-san is doing."

"What. Are you worried about your sister?

"What sister... You've only got one age to change."

"Still older is older, how much?

It doesn't seem convincing, and its side pointing at the lips is adorable. Does that place look younger or more loving?

My right arm tried to move to hug me, but I managed to contain it with the force of my will. Aren't you just a pervert if you hug people where they have eyes like this? It's not Mr. Phosphorus.

"Masaki-san, what's wrong?

Apparently, Soichi has been looking at your side for a long time, and he's turning his strange gaze this way.

How can this child be so innocent? No, I don't think so, but it's kind of like... like a little animal.

I have a lot of problems with this being Ito from Yamada and Muscle Mastery (Dharma), but how can this impression be different with the same guy? It's really strange to be a man.

"Uh, so. What was that?

"No. I came to see if Masaki was okay."

"Huh?"

"Look, next time, Brother Lotus is your opponent. I was worried I didn't mean it too much."

"... isn't that Yamada?

Put your arms together in front of your chest and speak out in a flash or something.

I'm glad Soichi worried about you, and I'm glad you said so when you were watching me. But it's more complicated to be worried than that Mr. Yamada.

Fighting Yamada...... I'm the one who challenged the battle, but I'm not even going to be so intent on it.

It's just that I've been missing for the past year and it's not funny what made me worry.

'Cause if it's normal, why don't you just give me one of your letters and let me know you're okay? I knew he was a troublesome, smelly, inert brush, but I still didn't think he was the kind of person to make my people worry.

So I was relieved when I saw my face, but then it was still floating... like this, yeah. I'd like to say at least a word of apology, I am.

I'm just trying to bump the rage around there, but that seems too intentional for Soichi.

"My brother is that one, and he's the one who does it when he does it. Yeah."

"Really? He's pretty naughty, that guy."

"Well, yeah,"

That's what I said, Soichi-kun, who smiles bitterly and turns his face to the playing field.

Above that playing field, he still pairs his sword with a mercenary named Yamada who manages to do something. Yes, the swords are aligned.

That's not very much a battle, it's like a swordsman named Lianshi Yamada opening a drawer and showing his own skill.

Um... was it Francesca? Does she understand what Mr. Yamada is fighting for in the short sword?

Thinking about it, nature and breath leaked.

"I don't know - I thought it had changed quite a bit, but some places are the same as they used to. Yamada."

"Right."

This is all the big stage. Yamada, who fights not for himself but for others on that stage, I think it's the way it used to be.

Such a place remains the old Mr. Yamada.

Not for yourself, but for someone else.

Without it, we can't fight. He - it still makes me wonder if its essence will remain the same all the time.

"But if it's going to change, I wish I could be a little nicer to Yoko"

"I want you to be nicer to Ami."

That's what I said, Soichi-kun, who drops his shoulder.

Turning his gaze, he laughs bitterly with his shoulders flattered. The trick doesn't suit you very well, because the expression Soichi looks more cute than good?

"Just because it's always for me"

"Maybe that's because Soichi is blunt."

"... not so dull."

But I guess there's something to think about. It's out of sight, but its mouth is cramped.

Maybe my friends at school are saying the same thing. It feels that way.

And Soichi, you're blunt. I can tell you that with my chest up, too.

"Soichi, what do you think?

"Hmm?"

"It's Mr. Yamada. He's hiding something, isn't he?

――――

The cramped mouth is tightened and its gaze turns to Mr. Yamada, who is fighting on the playing field. I followed that gaze, too, and saw Mr. Yamada.

A year ago, I thought he was a good laugher. But it doesn't seem like he's been laughing much the last few days. No, I'm laughing on the surface, but when people ask me if I'm smiling from the heart, I tilt my neck. That's such a smile, Mr. Yamada now.

"Right."

It's easy to understand, after all.

Moment of settlement with the demon god. Everyone knows the passion of that time.

Mr. Yamada was never more angry then. The hindsight that exposed our anger and turned to the demon god with so much momentum that even we thought it was scary is enough to remember even after a year.

I'm sure everyone notices. Notice, I can't hear you.

And he probably won't tell you about it unless he hears it from here.

- Elle, that her magic is weakened beyond anything. The power that broke the earth, tore the sky apart - extinguishing demons that regenerate even from flesh pieces. That's what I can't feel.

"But I want to wait until Brother Lotus tells me."

"Are you sure?

"Yeah."

Hmm.

Well, I believe your brother, when he looks at you, this one can't say anything.

I'm sure you'll look the same, even if you tell Ami the same thing. Is that because they're childhood friendly, or because they're both just as open minded to Mr. Yamada?

I don't think that's funny because I want to be liked more than Mr. Yamada...... strange loss or jealousy.

I don't deny it. More than that, I don't even want to think about losing to a man.

I know why Soichi admires Mr. Yamada, and I've seen those occasions many times. No matter how many demons we had in front of us, relative to the family of the overwhelming giant demon god, no matter how long it took me and Soichi to be stunned by the demon king who couldn't defeat us - Mr. Yamada still stood before us. Don't make excuses because you're the weakest, treat us like children because you're an adult.... its back is as big as you can say.

But still, I think it's normal thinking that I want to be the most of those I like.

I'm sure you're not mistaken that you'd rather see me than Mr. Yamada.

I'd rather you rely on me than worry about me.

Those who are (first love) are still turning their gaze toward the playing field, not me next door. Blunt, or something. If you realize how I feel and behave like that, I would also like to snap that neck.

But I haven't noticed... so I get a sigh of relief.

"Ha."

"What's wrong, Masaki?

"Nothing."

The more I could tell myself, the more grumpy voices leaked.

Is that for Yamada, who is hiding something, or for his loved one, who feels a little far away from being right next door?

But, well, I didn't even confess that I liked him. I'm not trying to hide my favor, but I'm still blunt. What's wrong with saying I'm blunt?

Also sigh.

Put your hands on the knife on your hips to distract you.

"Hurry up, I want to kill Mr. Yamada."

"Scared!?

"Look, I'm better at moving my body than thinking about the hard stuff."

There's nothing I can do about what happened then.

We were on the battlefield between Mr. Yamada and the demon god Naifer, but we don't know everything about it. Then you should do what you can now.

In my case, I have been worried about Yamada for a year because of his depression or frustration.

Then I'll go out with you.

"Oh. Really?

Soichi, who shrugged so while dropping his shoulder, leaned his mouth in your ear. Did the demon give it to you, or did you say you had the courage? Looking around quickly, the other participants seemed to be doing the best they could about themselves, and they didn't care about us.

Of course, I don't see Yayoi or Phosphorous, who have always been in the way at times like this. When I breathed loudly so that I could calm my suddenly rattled heart, just a little boy's sweat - if you say so, Soichi, I smelled you.

"Bye, tonight. Will you hang out with me?

"Yeah, sure."

――――

No, right. Well, yeah.

"Oh, my God."

"It's fun to train with Masaki."

"... hey"

When you can turn an innocent face like that, yeah. When I can smile with my hands behind my head, I want to slap my right fist in that face... but at the same time, I can't explain any more.

Is that because I have no intention or because I'm a jerk?... are they both the same?

Move away from your face and attract your mouth. Looking sideways at Soichi, he stared at me with a strange face.

I suppose this means I'm supposed to be a brain muscle or something like that. Even if not, at least it would be proof that you are unconscious as a woman.

"What's wrong, Masaki?

And after all, Soichi, who doesn't care about this intent or anything, asks.

That, a really strange glance is hard.

Even if the power was caged in the hand that accompanied the knife pattern, nothing would be wrong.

"Ah."

At the same time, a 'voice' of sorcery echoed in his head to tell him the name of the winner.

It was Mr. Yamada who won.

Well, of course. Above the playing field, Yamada, slightly disturbed by breath, offers his hand to the mercenary who is kneeling with the sword like a cane.

At the same time, when I let go of my hand from the knife because of all the shredding, I gently tap my cheek with my right hand. There is a feeling of carelessness when it comes to the game to come, but I didn't want anyone to notice my cheeks that would be more red than that.

"What's going on?

"Nothing, dull."

"... Yep"

It feels like watching, but Mr. Yamada's way of fighting hasn't changed for a long time. Avoid attacks, deviate, poke gaps and decide.

I saw it then, not smash it from the front to leave it to me, the way Lotus Yamada fights originally. See how that fights, are you relieved or discouraged?

As for Yamada, who knows how angry he really is, I would also like to fight that Yamada - a constraint imposed on Elle. I don't know that seventh. Besides, it really pisses people off who trust them so much... it still hurts my heart.

Now, if I could fight Mr. Yamada for real at some point, let's think.

Mr. Yamada seems to have noticed us for some time now, and can look from the top of the game floor. Soichi smiled, and I... I think maybe it's funny. Maybe.

Huh.

"Masaki-san's game is next."

"Right."

Drain the power from the hand that accompanied the pattern.

I checked the other person's name once, but it was a name I didn't know. Sounds like a pretty capable adventurer, well.

"Good luck."

That's how I smile and see the faces of people I like to support, one sigh.

A mercenary who was fighting Mr. Yamada passes by, but his expression was somewhere sunny. I've done all I can, that's my face.

Moving away from that mercenary's gaze, Soichi is solidified with a subtle look at how to react, like you are in trouble.

"... why sigh?

"Tonight. You promised to go out with my exercise, don't you forget?

"Ugh, yeah?

But I'm sure, I'll get in the way, and I'll move on to the game field.

That, standing on the playing field, thinking of some faces that would get in the way.

Where Mr. Yamada was fighting until earlier.

As opposed, one man stands.

Well.

I'm not nervous. I haven't disturbed my breathing, and the audience sounds good.

When I intended to smile, the opponent's man had a pale face.... I wonder if that reaction is too disrespectful.

I think so, but I think it's okay. Okay, let's get him to hit eight.

I smile and attach my right hand to the pattern of the knife facing my left hip. Drop your hips and pull your strength out of your whole body.

Sharpen your spirit, but should I say it? A man standing in front of him lays his sword, but he sees it slowly. Neck, elbow, wrist, knee - heart. I see the steeple to aim at, desperately dampening my body trying to move before I can hear the signal of initiation.

In a loud cheer, I could clearly hear the chiseling noise.