The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

I thought the long sword in my hand was heavy.

Since when does that make you feel...

Several times already. Standing on top of the playing field, he cheered.

It's not for a human being named Lianshi Yamada, it's for a hero of salvation.

While I understand that, I look over at the cheering spectators and do services such as wave.

"That's a lot to spare."

"Do I look that way?

"Yeah, very"

I don't look too serious from an opponent. I think my opponent, the red-haired mercenary, told me the same thing in WW2, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm serious.

Honestly, not one of the people in this tournament has a "guaranteed winner". Aside from being spared, it doesn't make it easy to hold your guard or your chronic heart.

I've been so careful and so mentally tired.

Never mind my insides like that, Masaki stops at a distance and turns a chilling glance at me. If you are the owner of a special sexuality, you may be gazing at each other with a feeling of being out of place.

"So?"

"Hmm?"

"If I were your opponent, would you seriously fight for a little bit?

"... World War I and World War II, I meant it."

Scratching my cheeks with my fingers, I give it back.

At the same time, I begin to hear in my head the 'voice' of witchcraft that I was used to yesterday and today.

Just this time, I'm used to hearing - Utano's voice, not the voice I've heard many times. They say she'll introduce me and Masaki.

Around the first time I was introducing myself, I thought she seemed serious, and my mouth just loosened a little.

"Ha."

Masaki sighs when she finds out how I react.

The sigh as you drop your shoulders is heavy and deep.... I don't have to do that, and I think I feel like I've done something worse.

"I'm loved."

"Mm... Mm"

"Aren't you worried? This is how you want to be involved, isn't it?

How serious is the teasing mixed voice and how far is it a joke? I thought the way he spoke with his shoulders in his arms resembled Kotaro, who was always joking somewhere. If I'm going to say something, I'm going to lose my neck without waiting for the signal to start.

Or is it all serious, not a joke?

When I'm having trouble replying, I step in even further. But around rarely attacking me with a joke rather than a battle relationship, I don't seem in such a bad mood. Ning, maybe it's good.

Speaking of things that come to mind, is Soichi related... because you can fight me in a big hole?

"What. Soichi and did something good happen?

"... Mm"

Ooh. Apparently I pulled the hit in one shot.

Masaki's face, which was a teasing trick and expression, gave a surprised look at her gaze towards this way for only a moment, just for a moment.

It's easy to understand. The maiden in love, she's adorable.

"Right or right. Is that a step forward?"

"Shut up."

The voice goes low. Doesn't a voice, as if it had been put out of the back of his belly, cause the hearts of those who hear to tremble from his core?

But that's what I'm used to. Familiar, thoughtful companion. I don't find it particularly scary or horrible. Instead, since she's usually Rin, does she even seem smiling because she doesn't know what I'm afraid of?

"Yes, sir. I don't want to make people laugh."

"Guru."

Pull the long sword out of your sheath as you adore Masaki stuck in words.

WWII used a short sword to show Miss Francesca how to fight the Great Sword, but if you deal with Masaki-chan like that on a boulder, this one could be killed.

In the battle, she is serious. Even within your peers, it makes them uncomfortable when they are handled.

But seriously fighting in this world risks injury, whether it's training or not. I like swords, I like to wave swords, I like to fight for real. I don't even know how that feels, but I want you to know a little bit about not wanting me to get hurt.

It was Soichi who always trained with Masaki like that, and one day they started to train like every day.

I'm sure I can do what I can because it's just as powerful over there. It was a thought like that. Now that I think about it, it's a horrible idea. If you do poorly, you're not hurt. More than that, I don't even feel like Yayoi had her injuries healed many times after the training. Try to hide from us.

To the point where adults would be pissed off if they noticed, I guess they knew. I'm sorry, though.

"You fight that Soichi in the finals. Why don't you win and let me hear you say something?

"Huh?"

"Look, it happens all the time." If you win, you listen to me, if you lose, you listen to me. "

Out of the way, when I said that, there was some kind of pokanne, some kind of masaki look.

"Did you have that hand?"

"... your brother will be delighted to see you in the same pompous condition"

"So, who's the pompous one!?

Well, and.

Shake the long sword a few times to see how it goes. I'm confident I can win with my mouth, but from now on, it's a battle with my sword.

It would have disturbed some concentration, but it wouldn't make sense if we were in the game. So far, Masaki-chan's focus on challenging the battle is amazing.

Just so you know, I'd like to disturb the focus a little bit - Utano's "voice" isn't going to allow that.

I'm done introducing you to me and Masaki. All you have to do is wait for this one to set up and signal the start.

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Ha.

Thinking together.

My gaze just overlapped and I felt like I overlapped to my thoughts.

Masaki Kuki. The girl who wished for the Devil's Sword, a 'force that even cuts open destiny' to the goddess Astraela.

In terms of attacking power, he is no less brave than Soichi, who gained the protection of the Goddess and the Spirit God, the user of the Devil's Sword. Wouldn't a dozen people, such as me, who don't have Elmen Hilde in their hands, win?

Drop your hips, thinking about that. I will hide the long sword with both hands on my left hip so that Masaki-chan can pull the knife out. Depending on the appearance, it would be a similar arrangement. The difference is whether it's in the sheath or not.

Keep it up, for a few moments. Wait for the start signal.

The cold winter wind strokes my cheeks and I feel far enough cheer to tremble my tympanic membrane. The illusion is as if there is a membrane around me and that membrane isolates me from other beings besides Masaki.

So much concentration that the world seems to slow down and even see the wind. Forget even the moment, look at the person in front of you.

That's the same with the other guy, whose vision doesn't show anything but mine. I'm sure Soichi's presence has even disappeared from his head.

Breathe deeply, long, constantly. Overlapping. Me and Masaki's consciousness, thoughts, and breathing overlap. The playing field, with only limited space, is felt as wide as infinity, and the illusion is that there are only two of us in that world.

Moment. Strong at the moment, the wind blew. Her long dark hair covers that vision for a moment.

At the same time, signals of initiation.

When the comma popped up without any error for a few seconds, I stuffed the time at once. I won't make you say you're cowardly, etc., and she won't.

By the time her long forehead overlaps her hidden eyes and mine, she's already taken a second step.

I was not surprised by my reaction, but Masaki-chan's hips sank deeper.

Pull out.

The moment I feel that way, I go into her time. The knife pulled out at the same time as I wave the longsword approaches my neck faster than my longsword. There is no hesitation or relief.

The fat muscle doesn't have the madness of dimensions, and runs the shortest distance from the sheath I put on my hips to my neck. It's like a beautiful flash reminiscent of a single line.

That's why it's easy to understand.

When I tried to cut up the long sword and aim it on the knife track, a beautiful flash blew like an example.

Because it is beautiful, the track is easy to read. If you know where you're going to be targeted and you know the way through, there are a number of ways you can take it.

Rip up the unleashed knife and stray from orbit. The tall metal sound is for a moment.

"Shit."

"Ha-"

I tried to break the knife with that blow or bend it pretty much, but Masaki reacts faster than that.

A boulder is a person protected by a goddess. That rate of reflection far exceeds Mr. O'Brien's sole. At the same time as I swooped up in the long sword, I was off track to reduce the burden of the knife.

Knives and swords.

I think the ultimate difference is the sharpness and endurance. A leading swordsman like Masaki-chan can even slash iron, but its endurance is low. If it's not a demon sword trained by a goddess, it's very unusable on the battlefield.

Conversely, the sword is not suitable for slashing, and it would be more right to slap it off one way or another. But its endurance surpasses that of a knife sole. It is assumed to be used on the battlefield, so naturally.

If there's a chance I can beat Masaki, I'll crush the knife. It would be just that one point.

My only chance at inferior physical abilities, reflexes, everything. It's a merger of starts. It will come with me, destroying the knife with that combination.

That ended in failure.

I try to open the distance immediately, but that is unforgivable. She steps in faster than I step back.

The knife that had been pulled out was at some point delivered to the sheath, lowering my hips and sticking it out of my head more than I did with the sword. If you get so low, there's no chance of an attack. Masaki-chan's head is too low for an interception. This doesn't convey power if you wave your sword.

With such a mindless sword, it would be och to be cut off by her sword.

"Phew!!

Second sword draw. Fly to the left, not behind, a flash that can be considered a divine speed emitted at the same time as stepping in.

Thanks to avoiding the shape-shaped vibration, I just had to get one thin skin slashed off my right arm, but I rolled momentum over the game field.

I just want to say how unkind it is, but get up and set up your sword immediately.

Also, a stepping stone floor on the playing field that is likely to smash. Now I'll jump into the nostalgia as it steps in.

When you jump back, make it look like you're changing direction. That avoidance will never work again. At least during this game.

Then this time, I jump into my nostalgia trying to hold down a pattern that doesn't kill people no matter how, not a sharp divine speed sword tip.

But it seemed that my actions had been read, and she had not delivered the sword to the sheath. The third time is not a razor, but a normal slaughter. But the slaughter released by Masaki is probably sharper than Soichi's -.

"Guh!?

Arrange the long sword like a shield in a daze, but it will be slashed and torn as if it were butter. It's a piece of understanding of what the hell it's made of.

Focus on your feet as you follow that attack with your eyes.

A knife is not something that can be slashed just by touching it. After the knife touches it, the blade is pulled to kill it.

In slashing the long sword, I pulled the knife for a moment. That's only a few actions, but in order to slash my body, she has to pull the knife again.

That moment. A moment when a knife can't even blink touching over her clothes - turning her body around the shaft with her left foot to match her pull. Clothes are cut, flanks shallow and torn. While I feel a definite sharp pain, I still feel that my torso is still connected.

When you hold your flank with your right hand, it rarely feels like it. A small amount of blood is creeping up in my hands, but I'm still alive. - I can fight.

Turning his gaze to Masaki, who had lost sight for a moment because of his turning his body, he was stopping the movement with a surprised face. Exactly, I guess you didn't think you could cut through it this way.

"- Yes."

Was it me or Masaki who laughed?

I'm sure if I'm laughing, that's a convulsive, helpless, pitiful face.

The slashed long sword shortens its length to as short as the short sword. However, I should say that the sharpness was too sharp and it was disastrous, but it can still be used well as a weapon.

I drop my hips and stick in, looking at Masaki, who stopped for a moment in surprise. Now sit back and let me take the shortest distance to Maasaki's life.

I think Masaki and I are the same.

Even if Soichi and Masaki don't want to lose to each other as' swordsmen ', there's a difference between swords and swords.

But for me and Masaki-chan - it's exactly the same. There is no difference in the dimensions.

How, how safely, how wastelessly and how easily - you can slash your enemies. Can you kill him?

It's our lifeline, it's the core, it's like the spine.

A knife not delivered to the sheath is aiming at my neck, while a slashed long sword is aiming at my heart.

Horizontal giraffe and poke. If you ask me which is faster, I'll poke you no matter what you think.

It's just - that's a story if the long sword is long enough.

"Gu...... uuuuuuuu -"

"... ha"

The sharp blade of the knife is touching my neck. With that feeling alone, life expectancy is likely to shrink by ten years.

My sword against - it hasn't reached Masaki-chan's heart. I didn't get enough of the steps that were slashed off with a knife.

And Utano's 'voice' echoed in his head.

My loss.

"Ugh."

"Uh, yeah."

I'm confused by Masaki, who growls and stares at me with tears.

I can't believe it. I'm scared of that face, so I want you to deliver the knife that comes with your neck to the sheath. If they pull the knife like this, I'll die of blood erupting from my carotid artery.

"Na"

"Huh?"

"Oh, shit."

Well, to be honest. When I was able to pass the time of the special, I wondered if I could win, too.

And Masaki, who would have been sure of the win at that moment, stopped moving. That would be the difference.

It's a deadly gap on the battlefield, but this is a game venue. It's not a battlefield. Now, the winner is Masaki, and the loser is me. That fact is not covered.

But as for Masaki-chan, I guess I'm not convinced.

If my weapon had been Ermenhilde, it would have never been slashed or broken. Then maybe the wins and losses were reversed.

... and vice versa, it didn't fit this one from the start, though I would have come to slaughter it with all my might. Rather, you have no better chance of winning.

"I thought I'd beat him up here and clear up the depression that made him disappear and worry for a year."

…………

It's a genuinely regrettable look, so I'm sure it's a sincere word.

Yeah. You seem to have grown up to be an honest man, brother. Glad wow.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Gu. Don't think I won this one. Yikes."

I don't know, awesome... I don't know, awesome.

Sounds like a loser, or a line the villain in the specials is going to say.

Keep it up, when you put the knife away, you follow Masaki with your eyes behind you as he leaves. I don't know... is it my fault? No, I'm sorry.

I know it must have been the result of Masaki's attempts to solve this past year. This doesn't make me look like a complete bad guy. At least from my old pals.

That's why Masaki would have been in a bad mood if she'd lost her hand.

"Ha. That's a difficult time, not at all"

I can't believe I decided to say that. Apparently, he's been pretty excited about the battle between me and Masaki, and he's a better cheer than he was before the game started. No joke, I feel like my ears are going to work out.

"I'll leave you to think about the girl."

Apologizing is going to be unnecessarily damaging, so I decided to throw a round at Soichi, who would fight in the finals, and I'll be behind the game field too.

This concludes my martial arts tournament... what a bad aftertaste. Well, even though how much Masaki suited me, it's because I didn't think I could fight that far.

With that in mind, I drop my gaze on my right hand. It's the same hand as usual, even if you grip or open it.

"I wonder if you've gotten a little stronger"

I don't care how strong you get physically, but it doesn't make sense if your spirit isn't there.

Zukiri, and my flank hurt. That's the wound Masaki slashed me with earlier. Hold it down with your hands, the blood hasn't stopped yet.

Damn, I would have been really happy to give you some more relief.

Don't dare, let Yayoi heal your wounds again. Let's start there.

I laugh bitterly as I look at my bloodstained hands. I fought well for Masaki, but I honestly can't be happy when I get hurt.

I'm sure, again... because it'll make a lot of people worry.

"Something often called a draw, huh? Ha... not even stronger now."

Just, well.

My life will continue.

If I may be able to protect someone beyond that, I want to be strong.

He gripped his right hand, which was open, forcefully, and walked out slightly lightening his feelings.