A Wish to Grab Happiness

That was rigidity off the regular track.

The demon monkey's steel and suspicious arms are shaken that they cannot destroy the streets of every Kalia sitting in front of them. Waving his arm, that's all it sounded and the air was cut off.

Everyone sees the blow and understands.

I can't do that. Obviously, I live outside of reality. It's something that's outside our understanding. It is as if the disturbance of the air that the rigidity of its demonic monkeys cleaves is no longer distorting the world itself.

That blow has no intention of killing. No hostility. Simple palm bottom hitting just shaking off anything that gets in the way. Will a few die merely by touching the pressure?

Karia, by contrast, is no different than usual. Let the long sword of silver shine and, as if it were at all times, as a matter of course, welcome the palm bottom of the demon monkey.

Silver hair rocks the moment the palm bottom, which can be described as the murder weapon, approaches to transform Kalia into just a chunk of meat. Lick the skin of the demon monkey by making sure that the body spins half way through the palm bottom and slashes it straight at the tip of the sword. That's how Karia accidentally took a breath.

—— Gi, Wing

Blunt, the sound of iron and iron joining sounds on the battlefield. In fact, even though it is a bond between the sword and the skin.

Karia was realizing the threat of a monster in front of her because of the feeling she conveyed to her own hands. Its skin is so hard that it no longer seems to be an organism. That feeling seems very unharmable to the extent that it is scratched with blades. Kalia flew off the scene in an unexpected fashion.

Moments, the streets are decided leaving only the shadow of the devil behind. It is no longer a soft thing to decide, etc. Complete, crushed. The cobblestone that was stuck on the street splashes and crushes like thin paper.

A flash of silver, as if it had responded to the sight, runs.

That moment when the palm bottom slammed into the street and stopped moving. Identifying the end of the attack, Kalia winds his long sword until he slashes the Demon Monkey's wrist. Now, it's not just a blow to slip the blade. With his full strength, he struck with the temper of not snapping his wrist itself.

Exactly that sequence of motions was all breathtaking beauty. There is no stray by fear in the footsteps, and the cutting-edge of the sword is smooth as a ride in the wind. All of that proves Kalia's gift. Imagine that relaxed workout.

But as a human being, it's only a gift.

A duller sound sounds on the battlefield than earlier.

A limb reminiscent of steel. I can still imagine it brittle in there, its wrist. Kalia thought that it could not be possible to drive the hand but thus fix it so hard.

But as a reality, only one piece of demon monkey skin was allowed to reach Karia. Bones are foolish, and ripping meat doesn't come true either. Karia's silver eyes shake in amazement. Is there such a thing? Is there such a thing that can happen that defies the very reason of the world?

When it comes to being a warcraft, you must always lurk in the corner of your brain that something unexpected happens.

Karia understands that very well, and has never lacked that idea before. Now Karia was moving even when she slashed her wrist as an old man, assuming that the blade would not pass.

But no. The moment Karia joined her sword with the skin and full force of the demon monkey, she realized. A strong feeling that no longer seems real. As if you are about to slash the earth itself. Even with hundreds of swords, you can't slash that body. Yes, I understand.

I don't think it's an organism on the extension of the world that's very much of its own. This, no. This is no longer a warcraft, it's something.

At the moment when the wrist and sword of the demon monkey were joined together and the brain of Karia instantly perceived the matter, the brain gave no confusion whatsoever and gave the order.

Run away. I'm not a winnable opponent. A creature called man cannot triumph over the presence of his eyes.

Aggressively, my legs move.

I didn't think of anything. Just as Kalia's legs themselves willed, they flew off the spot. At the next moment, the place that stood until earlier is crushed to rigidity.

Without a doubt, if I had stayed there now, I would have died. Sweat licks Karia's forehead at the feeling of death that came a few moments late. Heavy as if his gut had turned into a rock, his fingertips trembling grabbing the long sword.

What time has this been happening? Unexpectedly, Karia tries to mock herself and slightly distorts her mouth. Fear makes my heart eagle, and my instinct for brainwashing commands me to flee.

Well, that makes sense, Karia's long lashes blinked.

On this occasion now, alone, against that monster, demon monkey and other bones of stupidity. That is no longer a human being capable of reaching for it. I can't imagine magic, magic, or even those distorting the manifestations of that death.

To that threat, it would be nothing but a fool, such as coming forward and fighting with one sword, like a knight's story.

—— Geaaaaa!

Spinned again, monkey bark. To that cry of smashing windows and tree cuts, the soldiers around them run away with the demon monkeys on their backs as if they had woken up. No longer had battlefield madness fallen out of its eyes. I was remembering the dignity of my life to that body again.

That would be the most correct choice. This is no longer a battlefield where soldiers fight. That demon monkey has repainted all of this battlefield. Now the ruler of the battlefield is that demon monkey.

"So if you kill that demon monkey, the victory will roll into this hand - wait, the more you don't like it, the more I'll bring you back the victory"

Not to anyone, but Kalia's lips groaned delightfully.

At this point in time, even in a setting where we cannot even see the path of victory, such options as retreat did not exist in Kalia. The silver hair, which had been divided into two rooms, was broken down by crushed fragments and now has long hair.

Even if the blade does not pass through the skin, even if its presence is an indisputable manifestation of death. That's no reason not to stand up to it. Besides, Karia was entrusted. Taking victory. In response to that wish, Karia said, I was entrusted.

Then you can't leave. You must be strong enough to be an ideal. Do you make him regret believing in me?

Even in former times, Kalia was not hailed as a hero only with his genius in martial arts.

The unparalleled spirituality that makes its subjugation unknown, the brilliance of a noble soul that also recalls the brilliance of the sun. Because it was the spirituality that trampled even the weakness that existed in me and cut it off that made the presence of Karia Birdnick a hero.

And Karia unwittingly loosens her cheeks.

Besides, it will be next to that fool. I can't get along without being stupid myself.

The brilliance of silver draws a line with a roar. Aim at your fingertips, feet, and joints, and approach the demon monkey with your feet like a dance.

The dull sound echoed many times. Karia felt so much as she didn't like the long sword she loved giving her a shriek and screaming pain.

There's got to be some place. There's got to be some kind of steeple that's gonna kill this monster. Believe that, he even moves to crawl a sword into the body of a demon monkey.

The rigidity of the demon monkey must be vicious, but no meticulous work exists. Naturally, too. Just wiggle your limbs with it, and all your prey will turn to dust. There's no need for techniques or tactics.

If you want to take a step, if you misread it for a moment, you die. Karia was intuitive about it. Either way, instinct has been sending the danger of death to the brain marrow since earlier.

I've tasted this feeling before. That painful sense of despair that makes itself seem just helpless. Once, in the woods of Oki, I was relative to a pig-shaped warcraft, that's when.

How did you win then?

Fatigue filling the body. The lungs crave air and rumble around in the body, continuing to inflict even pain on the limbs. Under that circumstance, which did not even take a breath, Karia was following the thread of her memory, as if she were going to run a running lantern.