A Wish to Grab Happiness

A silver powder shredded from the knife dances in the black of the night.

The white blade glittered on my right shoulder, and the silver of the knife ripped open the sky as it drove it off.

That's a full blow for me. The blade of the knife is pressed into the air and sounds. As for Hert Stanley's side, that must probably be just a small hand check.

But if I wanted to knock his blow off, I'd have to force the knife to drive and join the white blade. There's a difference in weapons, but there's a big difference in power between me and him.

The handles of the knife shake like twitches.

—— Geeing

The sound of iron and iron joining sounds quietly. There is no other sound around. No, maybe I just don't feel it. At least I didn't really think I'd turn a blind eye to anything but this duel or listen.

Exhale small and narrow your eyes.

You can't step on the same footing as before. All swordsmanship that takes advantage of this small circle will be paid for by Hert. This means that tactics that take advantage of the knife are unlikely to make any sense at all.

If it was meant to be, it is not the norm for the opponent to find a gap and strike a blow at the moment when the knife snaps. But I don't have the precision or sharpness to sew between Helt's swords.

It would be difficult, for example, to brighten the blade in Helt's pocket, even if it could be described as that Kalia elaborate provocation.

So there's another thing that I've been forced to understand in my previous standings. A silver line ran through the darkness that was fading away. Whatever it is, we have to cut the other guy's time at all.

—— Zavan

A flash aimed at the flank of the helt as he made his arms swing wide to the side.

Keep going, take a step forward. At that moment, the sound of cutting off the sky rang as if breathing had been combined. If you notice, the white blade of the helt roars that it won't cut my little hand into your nostrils.

That's an incomprehensible rate of reaction. Identifying my first move, the moment my knee showed movement, Helt was no longer making that white blade brilliant when he slashed one of my arms.

It feels like ice touched the back of your brain. Said it was a flash of events, but no, my vision is clear. Twist. It doesn't matter if you can't do it somewhere in your body. Everything like that happens later. Now, to this duel, everything.

A small hand is rapidly slowed down and twisted. The arm leaked a protest at the forced use, conveying the kind of pain the wrist muscles stabbed with a needle.

Still, it was impossible to completely avoid the white blade of the hert. At the base of his thumb, his flesh chooses and blood erupts, mixed with sand and consumed by the wind. Following his flank, his hand was also injured. At all, the condition just gets worse.

But wonder and pain are thin. Like the capacity in your head doesn't give you time to take something like that.

"Mr. Rugis, could you please unload your sword--"

"--don 't tell me this doesn't make sense, Hert Stanley."

Try to eat Hert's Word Ass and overlap the sound. On his cheek, he had a slight grin. To see where Helt's words stopped, it was apparently a graphic star.

Oh, whatever. He's the one who makes people vain everywhere, this guy. The bottom of the gut gives rise to heat. My skin was tingling and my senses were strange.

A flurry of emotions trying to scorch the brain, sometimes with a raging intensity. That's today, even though it does exist, I was quietly taking them somewhere.

"I can't talk to him. I told you. You're on that side, and I'm on that side. Besides, I can't get along with you. It's not your fault."

That said, let the two waves of silver run into the night again.

Yes, what a pity. Neither hatred nor envy enough to make this chest go crazy is what Helt did. The problem is not even me. I couldn't reach for much. Plus, I'm trying to force myself to reach. How selfish. How far are you from being a lowlife?

But still. Oh, I suppose so. Even so.

So, if I give in to you, I'm no different than I was.

My teeth are bitten hard. I felt the exhalation leaking from my esophagus give me a fever.

The tip of the reach is the enemy's side head. Draw the sight of the cranium cracking into your eyes. While the silver draws a semicircle, Hiu, makes a noise and cuts off the hert's intermission. That flash is enough to cloud the eyes of the enemy even if it cannot be reached. Keep it up, put another knife on your neck so you can hide the orbit--

—— Moment after moment, I heard the white finger of Reaper touching my skull

Die. The white blade of the helt smashes my skull and chooses my brains out, the sight. There was a clear death ahead. This choice undoubtedly welcomes death.

The knife that was supposed to touch the intermission, as well as the leg that was supposed to pack the distance, had chosen to retract if they noticed. Let him give him some sand smoke at his feet, make sure he opens his half and takes the time again. Helt didn't try to pack that intermission instantaneously.

Instinct screws the will, and the underlying fear of death eats up barbaric courage.

It activates as if your lungs have moved and you are out of breath. The sweat licked my spine and forehead.

Helt, his golden eyes are glowing in the dark. The ferocity that I saw during the earlier duel, as if it did not suit my tender face, was peering this way through both eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rugis. Honestly, you don't understand me at all, but you're more interested than averse. I sincerely think we might have been good friends if we'd met differently"

Without suppressing his eyes, which dwelt in a ferocious glow, Hert rests his double-edged sword on his waist. If you step into time even one step, no matter what ploy you hit, you will definitely be interrupted, yes the brain told you. My lips, they shake.

But with friends. More so, you say that, Hert Stanley. If only we'd met differently, he'd be friends. Its face is sincere everywhere. Besides, I understand very well that it's not the kind of sexual root that tells jokes. That's why the word was vain everywhere.

The grin spilled from my cheeks ironically, I don't know if it was Hert or myself.

"No, I won't. Helt Stanley. That's absolutely impossible. Now I get it."

In such a wartime that the air trembles, dare to put the words on the wind, in a light tone.

It also meant buying time, and it was genuine from the heart.

"If I want to shoulder to shoulder with you, this is the only way. We just have to be enemies. Otherwise, I'll just look up at you. All you have to do is crawl down and take a miserable path"

Once upon a time, the itinerary is clearly drawn in the eyes.

Hert, myself I could only look up to. Be overwhelmed by that sword move, don't even reach out, and even remember the silly idea of giving up on your lack of self. She said to herself, with her own tongue, that it was natural for the women to be attracted to the presence that would never arrive. That's genius, you have to.

Oh, now I know, finally. How stupid am I?

I remember so much hatred that my guts were boiling, and I was so envious that my eaten teeth were crushed, that I still wanted to shoulder to shoulder with you, Hert Stanley. With the vast talent, the vessel that makes both heroes and brave men.

Without lowering its shooting gaze, the hert also slightly collapses on the cheek.

"It's like a palate of old knowledge —— then I really need to stop"

"Oh. I've let go of my own reins already. The road will only last after I've trampled you."

The laughter of each other overlapped invincibly.

I understand now. It's impossible not to collide here. It is not a matter of knowing whether this patrol is by God, or by Satan, or by something else.

I just stand here of my own free will.

"Accepted. Then there is only one thing to accomplish. I will slaughter you here according to my belief in justice and truth --"

"-- utterly wonderful. That's all you can do on the battlefield. Oh, Hert Stanley. I will kill you here because of my great ambition and the dignity of my soul."

As if that was a signal.

Silver light and white blades were brilliant in the book of the night that began to diminish, as if burning each other's lives.