Part 9
After the powerful strengths collided with each other, the rubble that piled like a hill was blown away, turning the surroundings into a scorched earth.
Quietly looking at the fragments of the shattered magic flute, Weser murmured:
"........Hey, kid."
"So how?"
"Are you really human?"
Izayoi could only shrug his shoulders, having a nostalgic feeling that someone had mentioned it before.
However, Izayoi's right hand was appalling. His wrist broken, the skin was torn off as if an explosion had happened inside. If anyone saw him lying on the ground this way, they would see the more inferior side of Izayoi. As repayment for his arm, he had broken the enemy's main power. Which is to say- the outcome was worth the price.
Slowly bringing himself up, Izayoi raised his left hand to request another battle with Weser.
"Okay, let's do it again. You should be able to fight even if your flute is broken right?"
"...........No, it appears not."
'ShaSha'.......Weser's body started crumbling.
Looking at both his hands which were turning into light grain, he murmured out:
"Tsk! Since the method of summoning item had been broken, of course it will be like this."
"......You are going to disappear?"
"Yeah......AH~ Darn it, I shouldn't have given in to your provocation."
"Don't say such heartless words, I had fun. And it really hurts."
While applying pressure to his right arm, Izayoi smiled while cold sweat trickled down his spine. Actually the damage to his hand was so serious, in fact, Izayoi should be rolling on the ground while wailing, but his pride did not allow him to do such unpromising acts.
Izayoi turned away from the disappearing Weser.
"Good bye! Although I've said it a couple of times, but I am very happy. After all, so far, there was no one who could trade fists with me."
"OF COURSE, BRAT! If everyone was just like you who could take it.........well, take care."
'Wahaha!' Izayoi laughed while leaving.
Weser who watched him leave looked up to the sky.
"Yeah, someone as arrogant as you.........The previous boss was already enough."
The sun setting and the figure of the juvenile made Weser see traces of the distant past.
He then realised that this sort of dedication would only lead to defeat, before quietly disappearing while maintaining a bitter smile.
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