Even today, from the other side of the horizon, the black sea pushes in. The identity of the Black Sea is a flock of creatures. It is the enemy of people and also a mass of malice that tries to destroy and destroy everything.
I mean, the Demons.
The soil and the brown wilderness, with only a few greens, are dyed by the demonic clan's cohesive black forces.
Twist and whisk so that the dye stains the cloth slightly.
In the northern part of the Union, from the southern hills overlooking the wilderness of Nourfolk, Hatsumi Koba, the brave man of the Union, watched the situation for a while.
From time to time, a cool, dry breeze characteristic of the north blows slowly. What it conveys along with it is a similar feeling to a skin stabbing paralysis. The identity would be the impatience of the demons who do mingle with the killing spirit that comes towards them. From that sea of black demons, I can feel the desperation that has never existed before conveying the air.
Those demons were driven to disadvantage in the battle ahead. It has been abandoned by other troops and stands in such a predicament that it can no longer be taken back. So now they're coming at us frantically, dying, trying to regain their honor and achieve definitive results.
Hatsumi looks behind her, acutely aware that the opportunity for battle is fast approaching.
Right behind her, hiding herself in the woods are her companions from the time she was summoned and the soldiers of the coalition.
To the right rear, the coalition is a martial artist of one country, "Gaius Fauburne," and to the left rear is Selfi Fittiny, an autonomous prefecture wizard of women. And kneel quietly as if you were meditating directly behind yourself, the United Sovereign Nation is "Weitzer Larheusen," where Miasen is a prince and swordsman.
All are fierce men whose names have passed into the three kingdoms, and who have shameful skill in their names. I've proven my strength. Because in the battle against the demons, which has been there four times, we have kept our backs and helped each other many times.
Nodding like a signal, Gaius grinned lavishly and slapped his chest plate, Serfi quietly taking the lead. Weitzer, as usual, had affixed his faithful face as if he was being able to.
After such a final confirmation of will, Hatsumi jumps out of the cliff.
There are no pioneering words. There is also no word for a flag waving actor to follow. But there are no deficiencies. Only swordsmen slay first into the Demon Clan. Everyone comes with me, even without words. As one with the same sword, will is another.
Therefore, he rushes down without looking. It's like a reverse drop in a valley. Normally anxious slopes are also the culmination of Yingjie's summons. How quickly I ran down, my legs follow me on the slopes.
The companions and soldiers behind them, if they cut ahead themselves, follow in that momentum.
So nothing here, no anxiety, no anxiety, no fear, anything that may exist.
As the momentum rushes down, it cuts into the throats of the demonic armies that have spread out into the wilderness. The Demons began to be delayed and confused by unexpected raids in the direction.
Hatsumi Akiba pulls out his sword. The thing I pulled out with my right hand was the Dwarf blacksmith working me out. A delicacy, a knife, made of the kind of material that only comes out in the story, in this way of working out that only comes out in the story again. The length of the torso is one hundred and twenty centimeters.
With its silver-shiny sashimi and the skill of the sword that Hatsumi can possess, so can the Demons and other thin papers. If it flashes, it splits so easily that it feels no resistance, whether it's meat or iron, and the fat doesn't even get on its own with gray blood paste.
All you have to do is swing. Just keep your body moving, keep your knife and arms running. Because if you leave it to yourself, you will never lose.
Swing the sword toward a swarm of demons clustered to regain their position in the straight front. He slashed and tore the previous demon clan in two with a flash of flashes. And as it flows, I spin my body and fly the neck of the next demon clan.
To the demons on both sides, Weitzer and Gaius flew, respectively. A martial artist's fist, a swordsman's sword, each kills the demon clan.
As he was slaughtering the nearby demon clan, a whisper was eventually raised from the people. Late, left or right split troops bump into each other? The swordsmen cut the flanks of the stretched lineup. The Demons split up in no time. In anticipation of that, magic cover rolls out from behind.
A unit of wizards under Serfi's command apparently chased after a unit of demonic tribes that had been divided as planned. Eventually the demon clan, whose formation and formation collapsed, was in the grip of firm destruction by the swordsmen of Nanda, as we can see here.
If the first shot goes well, the rest will be at this pace with the cheats.
Once the line breaks down, the Demons stop fighting together because of their individual power. Sometimes it's because demons are a combined mixed unit, but they immediately try to appeal to their power.
Stand play in battle can be a fatal obstacle.
So all you have to do is remove the pus as if you were going to put a scalpel in the affected area in the same way. This tie is the cornerstone of a brave man's own existence.
After a while, a demon clan comes forward that unleashes a different digit from the rest of the demons.
It's a demon general. A skinny demonic swordsman with a jacket, who specializes in magical swords. The name is certainly Mauhario. Called in the name of "Rapid Wind Instant," he has dropped the neck of many coalition soldiers with that sword technique.
"The brave men of the Union!!
It's the roar that showered me in the encounter. An unexpected shout from that thin look shook the wilderness, dancing up the grains of sand and blowing them away. And with that just one voice, the movement of the soldiers of the coalition becomes dull. I guess I got hit by it. The temper is shooting your mind out, and your movements are starving.
Only a few generals, and their companions and themselves, are able to move decently in response to that roar.
Mauhario instantly came into his own time during the time that he had also been given such a hand. And slaughter with demonic winds that are rolled out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
"Shh!
To go with it, wave a machete. An air-borne cut made a sharp sound and played the Devil's Sword.
Mauhario then instantly releases the stuffed intermission. And it goes around to the left side at a speed that goes unnoticed, and it extends to sword strikes.
When Mithril's body is defeated, it sounds rash (and dull). The Devil Clan, taller than himself as it is, pushes his sword in so that it doesn't crush off every body, but the competition is adhesive. She is a woman of little muscle strength, but she can be antagonized because her powers are growing with the help of Yingjie Summoning.
"The brave men of the Union! Today is the day to defeat you and give your neck to Master Nakshatra!
"Eh... I'm sorry, but I can't believe I'm going to die here"
While I feel the anger that I hear up close, I try to get under the sword of Mauhario and play the sword. And thinking of moving straight to slaughter, Mauhario had perceived the crisis or had left in the opposite direction.
Mauhario sets up a sword in a place where the cutting-edge never arrives. It's so horribly fast that you can't capture the movement.
... This demon swordsman is the type to put his power on speed. This distance, which can not reach this cut and cannot be flown in one foot, and which can be jumped in an instant over there, is normally disadvantageous.
Still, I can't say every cry or anything.
Feet opens gently, conscious of the right heel facing the ankle of your left foot, standing in a tree. Take charge of your right shoulder so that you hide your sword behind your neck. I felt the tingling sensation of metal over the air to the nod.
Approximately eight meters in total to the General of the Devil Clan who erects the sword. The blade crossing of this sword is just over a meter long. Probably a great distance for that demonic general who puts his demands on speed and assault power. Mauhario also has a mockery of joy in his outfit that intercepts those who come in time from the side.
You probably think this one struck out on the bet. A face that sees itself as a battle to be slashed or slashed first, and that understands its own victory.
… it is true that, even in the calculation, there is an opening of more than six meters to the opponent's body, even if the tip is stretched. The end of the sword is a distance that never reaches.
But such a thing is a trivial issue for this one.
On the other hand, for a demonic general who doesn't know that, it must have been a fatal issue.
"Die. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
A fierce, and noisy, voice of the mood of a demonic general. A wave of sounds like a chunk of intent to kill comes to the fore and pushes, but the mind is in the water-stopping frontier. All the information you enter from the outside world goes down to the end of the matter.
Only now will the roar of intent to kill, the cheer of the demons, the screaming of soldiers, the hurry of fellow citizens not even become a stone that makes ripples in the heart.
But the one hand that hits itself here is yes.
- Klugligaro Torani Phantom Sword (Kuri to Toranori Eunuken), a knife with an extinct blade (Shitsujin).
And as he opens his eyes, he flashes the sword he bears so that he pays all his temper and exhalation to the other side of the Demon Nation.
Far away. The sound of the wind chirping from behind the demonic generals. At the same time as the swinging cutouts, no one and he betrayed all of his expectations, and the lower half of the demonic general rolled by his side at a tremendous rate, and the dust, the wind, the upper body and their blood came together in the opposite direction and blew away.
Mauhario suffered a defeat without taking a single step.
And all that's left is silence.
The cheers of the soldiers who rise shortly afterwards. There must have been quite a few of them watching as if they had defeated him.
But the demons around us can't move. There will be times when we have been poked at the fact that the superior Demon clan was defeated over ourselves, but first and foremost because we do not know why we could have defeated it in that situation.
Meanwhile, were you not dead? With the ground rolling, Mauhario sprays blood out of his mouth to turn his surprise gaze.
"Horse...... deer, sword intermission for sure"
Yes, indeed, the sword had not reached the body of the Demonic General. But, as I said earlier, that is a trivial issue.
You can't get up again. You wiggle your blood to show off in front of the demonic generals, and drop your chilling gaze.
And
"- I wonder what you're talking about to the swordsman's scum. You are. A swordsman who can only slash things in time is a good place, isn't it?
Perhaps the words that I said away without hesitation were words that, from those relative to me, would have been discouraging. But the demonic generals were desperate before they could feel the war.
... Eventually, the battle between demons and humans ends. of man - by victory on the part of the Union.
What people hear is the cheer of swordsmen and wizards. It is proof left that the battle is over.
After a while, he breaks the hedge of the soldiers and one boy walks in.
Getting out is a knight outfit. Weitzer Larheusen, one of the seven swords, to be the prince of Miazen, the Sovereign kingdom of the Union. He kneels at his feet.
"It was a brilliant fight. Lord Brave."
"I've told you many times that I want you to stop being that brave man. Weitzer."
Hatsumi Sekiba exhaled so easily in the rhetoric hung from Weitzer, a boy who goes to earth with stubbornness and seriousness.
But he doesn't look like he cared, and he tries to take Hatsumi's hand and mouth it on its back.
Is it a ritual for him? Hatsumi doesn't feel bad about the act either, but for some reason, she pulls her grabbed hand so that she can escape just before today.
Then, from the other side, the voice of one of Hatsumi's companions, Selfi Fittiny, hangs.
"You won't have a choice. Hatsumi is a fact, a brave man."
"Until Selfi......"
"You can't twist and bend the facts with such a troubled voice."
"Mmmm......"
That's how I roar at Selfie, who breaks off in a blunt tone.
She put together a light green robe and a wizard wearing a hood in her eyes. Apparently, there's a sneak laugh leaking in the hood.
And a big shadow stood behind Weitzer where he came from when he realized it.
"Have you been flabbergasted today? Prince."
And then, hey, you look happy and a loud voice pours down on Weitzer. Standing behind him was Gaius Fauburne, a man with an image of his muscles walking.
He slaps Weitzer's shoulder casually with an ancient wound engraved hand. Though I'm a prince opponent though, so I think you should be reluctant, but that's anyway. Apparently, he is mistaken about the tone of Weitzer's respect.
Weitzer narrows his sharp eyes towards Gaius slightly resentful.
"... I'm not rejected otherwise"
"Ho ho? I think it was always me.
"Knock..."
As Gaius puts it, Weitzer's eyes hang slightly in frustration.
"Beh, it's not like I don't like Weitzer, is it? That's just what they do, they don't get used to it, or they don't feel used to it..."
"But I see. I'm pretty sure it looked like a disgusting gesture."
"Gaius, won't you shut up? - Lord Brave. I am purely respectful of Lord Brave..."
"Neither of you should bother the honey."
Selfie complains obliviously. But they still didn't say enough about themselves, and each made a disgruntled look and replied "hey" and "yes......"
"Ma... Whatever, guys, good luck"
Hatsumi hangs the words of Negiri. To the words of care, each of the three responded with pleasure, when he raised his hand to reply.
"But it was surprising that it wasn't as many as I thought"
To Hatsumi, who is not comfortable and frowns, Selfi answered.
"This time only one of the three legions of demons showed up."
"After all, the legions of demons we have now defeated have only been stoned"
There are three demonic armies that are currently attacking the Union. One is now defeated, but there are two more demonic armies besides them, which are significantly larger than the armies we have just fought.
"But it's good. Today's battle turned out well again."
"The opponent Lord Brave defeated earlier is a Demonic General. Any more battles are called high hopes."
"But..."
"Oh, honey, I told you to get there. If you tell me more, I've been struggling till the Hatsumi arrived, and we're out of position."
"Yep. Until you arrived, the army of the Union was pushed by one of the demonic armies, but as soon as you stood on the battlefield, pushing back was barely even able to cross with the reinforcements that showed up afterwards. And today."
"We destroyed one of the three armies and took over the unity of the generals. All thanks to the help of Lord Brave."
"Ah? Everything? So what about my defeat?
"I owe it all to the Lord Brave to be able to defeat the Army of the Demons, to defeat the General of the Demons, and to Gaius to defeat the Army of the Demons"
Weitzer breaks off clearly. Gaius' eyes triangulate with anger at what he says. Hatsumi, sighing about whether she was going to have another fight, hung out of the way.
"Weitzer. You just won because you've got enough power over here, so it's not because of me, is it? And the hard part is after this."
"... I guess so"
Selfi was the only one who voiced consent.
Yes, the demon clan I defeated this time was the type of demon clan with strong confidence in their power. Therefore, it was a relatively easy opponent because the operation of the army was only simple and simple.
After Hatsumi stood on the battlefield, he could also overturn his disadvantages and bring them to the advantage. But since the reinforcements came afterwards, the trend has begun to remain balanced. The adversary general appeared, making it harder to fight. Had it not been for that reinforcement, we would have been able to reclaim our territory sooner.
When Hatsumi looks difficult, he says with confidence seeping into his expression, like Weitzer is not enough to take such a thing.
"With Lord Brave, it's not enough to be afraid of an army of demons."
"That's what happened. And me too."
Knock on the chest plate more and more, Gaius, still over-conscious. To him like that, Weitzer and now even Selfi had a sharp gaze.
In contrast to their daughter-in-law like that, Hatsumi gives a slightly darker look.
"... hey guys, who do you think you are about me?
And then, as I remembered, "Oh, there's no answer for brave people, so what?" I add. Then the three of them face to face, and each mouths the answer.
"If you can't call me a brave man, you're a very different swordsman, aren't you?
"In terms of race, it must be a human girl."
Gaius, Selfi, after the two answers, Weitzer puts his fist on his chest and with an extremely serious look, turns to Hatsumi. And
Lord Brave is our princess.
"- Hih!?... Weitzer, I'm so ashamed of that."
"Ho ho! But it doesn't look like you hate me when I'm told, whoa, hime!
"So even Gaius! Ugh."
Hatsumi is told a dialogue that is too face-to-face to be said, and makes her face bright red like a melted sunset. But soon I leaned down like I had been somewhere depressed.
- That's not what I wanted to hear.
Selfie approaches and pokes her knee as she peeks down into her face, shaking her eyes anxiously like that.
"Are you still anxious that you don't have a memory?
"... of course. All you remember is the name and the sword moves? It doesn't make you nervous."
Yes, the brave man called in the coalition, Hatsumi Koba, in the summoned room… that is, he could only trace past memories to the point where he was called as a brave man. In other words, you are suffering from amnesia, and you have no idea where you have been, who you are, or what you have done until then.
All I just know is my name, Hatsumi Decayed Leaf, and the swordsmanship I deal with.
For this reason, she still had a feeling of anxiety and lack of feet on the ground.
Gaius walks over and slaps Hatsumi's shoulder casually.
"We're here. Huh?"
"That's right..."
"Hall of the Brave. If you don't remember, you just have to make it from now on. with us."
"Weitzer......"
Weitzer speaks with a gentle grin, but still I can't wipe my anxiety.
Then Gaius put his hands on his mouth as if to listen to someone else's embarrassment,
"Oh, Weitzer's crusty line has begun -!
Behind him as he was about to speak, Weitzer was quietly pulling out his sword.
With such joy of victory in their asses, Hatsumi looks up to the sky.
…………
Memories have been lost. But from time to time, I dream of a scene that I think was before I came to this world. What you see is always the same dream, there are numerous things that are not in this world, and the same person always appears. When you wake up, everything turns into something blurry and obscure, but that's what fuels unspeakable anxiety on your part.
As I say it's very important, never forget that.
I feel that way, and I always burn my chest like a buried fire.
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