Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

A drop of blood floats at the sharp tip of the glass, which, if traced back to the original, reaches Grandpa Rom's throat.

Lost his arm and slit his throat, Grandpa Rom blew a large amount of blood bubbles out of his mouth, losing light from those gray eyes and falling to the ground.

The spasmodic body already has no power, and there is no doubt that life has been lost from it.

Against the fallen giant, Elsa gracefully praises him as if to pay even with respect.

still faintly trembling beneath Grandpa Rom's feet, placing there the glass that became the last murder weapon,

"I'll pay you back. Because I don't need it anymore."

Cruelly, swirl the Kukli knife in your hand.

Pay blood to dye your torso red, and once again Elsa points that tip at you both.

Subaru is speechless.

It's just that right now, he was being deprived of consciousness by the killing to the cruelty that took place in front of him.

Until just a few minutes ago, the person who was exchanging words died. It was also not taken away by accident or illness, but by the clear malice of others.

"- Oh, you have more courage."

Svalbard, unable to move, raised his face when he heard Elsa's inspiring voice.

Untransmissible Subaru to the hands and feet. Before him, such a sudden self-loss, was the appearance of a felt beating and standing up to inspire trembling knees.

Stretching her legs straight, she strokes her own blonde hair in the blood behind her.

"How dare you..."

I don't see that look in the subaru behind me.

But that grudge like her squeeze was never in tears.

"You might feel painful when you face extra things."

"You don't have to fight back to kill me, you fucking sadist."

"If they move, they might go crazy at hand. I treat blades poorly."

Elsa lets you cleverly rotate the knife in your hand and try a catfish cutting prep exercise.

The two hands of the opposing felt are unarmed, and there can be no such thing as a win.

Subaru's brain had concluded that he should speak up.

He said he should speak up, draw Elsa's attention here, and buy time for Felt's escape.

If we don't at least make time for her to call someone, or just let her get away with it.

Subaru had come to the conclusion of his analysis of the difference in power between him and me with scarce experience.

Despite this, its throat doesn't make a sound like it's frozen.

It doesn't convey a fighting spirit in my hands and feet, I'm just trembling like I'm scared to death.

"... I'm sorry, get involved"

"... oh, I am"

Felt's throw at Subaru, who couldn't move, was a small, fine word of apology.

Subaru, who hears it, looks up as he was bounced, and forgets the screams he would have had to put out, only mouths a crying run as if begging for forgiveness.

And Felt ran out leaving such Subaru sentiments behind forever.

The sound of stepping in is high, and jumping out is as light as a feather.

Felt runs out - the next moment, just a gust of wind blew through the zoo.

Shortly after the disease, Subaru's eyes only seemed to see Felt disappear.

It disappeared from Subaru's sight, and the next appearance of the felt was just on Elsa's side, on Elsa's side, eye-opening to the velocity of the felt, with its thin feet engulfed.

With a blow in, Felt's body jumps away to jump, putting top speed on the wind again.

In the confined vault of space, even the walls treat her as the earth. Her movements are anomalous and stifling. Even the servant Elsa could not forbid to be surprised by his crooked moves,

"Wind protection. Oh, nice. You're loved by the world, you. - I'm jealous."

A trance-stricken smile flickers in his eyes, and a black hatred dwells in his eyes, and Elsa's arm becomes.

That's just it.

"- Ah."

- A felt, caressed from his shoulder in the air, rolls down the ground more and more without even being able to take the reception.

The wound is missing from the left shoulder to the right side, and its depth has reached the gut by turning down the bone.

From the body falling on her back, blood erupts like a fountain to match the beat, I guess she's already unconscious due to the shock of pain and slashing, neither Picri nor she moves.

In seconds as it was, the blood lost momentum, which also silently expressed the end of her life.

My body doesn't move.

I want to go to the side of the falling felt and do that wound blocked.

If that means it's too late, I'd at least let you close that open lid.

Even that has turned the body into a reckless institution that refuses and merely sends blood all over the body with pain.

"Grandpa and the girl fall, and yet you don't move. You gave up?

Speaking in a pitiful voice, Elsa suddenly looks bored with her self-defeating Subaru.

Get close, just flash the knife and it's all over. I guess it's because I see such a result, there's no tension of shards in her modus operandi, and I even caught a glimpse of an attitude that would chew the stretch off.

I feel overwhelmed with Elsa's attitude.

Not long after we met, it's just a small hour-long bond.

But he's the one who's had quite a conversation and hit his mood quite a bit. I can't tolerate that attitude of lightly killing it and not getting any blame.

And most importantly, I can't forgive myself for putting the two of you in front of someone to spit on.

Too late anger was bringing a driving force to Subaru's hands and feet.

Put trembling limbs on the ground and enter a sequence that manages to rise this way in a beastly posture. Body tremors are either anger or fear, or both.

"Oh, you finally stand. It's late, it's boring, but it's not bad."

Towards Elsa, who erected the Kukli knife, a fangled Subaru struck with a whole body of spirits.

Jump, just beat down with an arm that swings beyond its limits.

The cry,

"But not at all"

By her elbow punch, like smashing her nose, she was being returned straight from the front.

Turn yourself around, tap your elbows with minimal movement, and hit the opposite Subaru's body directly with his long legs arcing, gently blowing its body behind his back.

Subaru fell as he clashed onto a scattered ceramic shelf and splashed fragments.

Only for a moment that offense made my nose and front teeth quiet. The flank, which was directly hit by a kick, is also unusual and painful, and some of the bones have the feeling of being taken.

Still, he slaps his fist to the ground and gets up without letting his hair in. Brain drugs run around your whole body and don't make you recognize unprecedented pain as such.

Leaving it to the rough breath of the state of excitement, Subaru once again has an unthinking special attack - a payback.

The shaken arm does not reach Elsa, crushing Subaru's shoulder with a knife with the shimmering arm returning the peak.

Elsa looks down at Subaru, whose jaw is kicked up directly from the bottom and forced to interrupt the scream, her broken front teeth spilling off, and a scratchy subaru, as if it were slight to the bitter squeal.

"You can't do that. Amateur and cluttered in movement as you watch. Without shelter, without skill, and at least without it if you think you can squeeze your wisdom. I don't know why I'm trying."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Because of my broken nose, I can't spin one curse properly.

My arm was hit at the current counter and the tip is flabby from my left shoulder. I don't feel any pain but my tinnitus is terrible. I spill my anger and back nausea out of my mouth as I wish and get up fluffy.

The figure is full of creativity. The odds are zero, and there's even one in 10,000 possibilities of being rewarded with one arrow.

With no shards of light in sight either, Elsa still exhaled small into the rising Subaru,

"I'll only admit to you the spine that jumped through you. If that had been done sooner, though these kids might have been a little different."

With a knife lowered in one hand, Elsa shows two truncated bodies.

I glanced at the two bodies as they moved on that tip, and Subaru frowned at the sudden discord that arose.

I don't know why, I feel like I recognize this sight.

A collection of stolen goods that became a sea of blood. A giant who loses one arm, gets his neck cut off and falls. And in the dimly lit room with the lights out, a blunt, shining red copper blade...

I overthought Subaru's brain, electrically. It's...

"Let's end this. I'll let you see an angel."

Lick your red lips with your tongue and a compelling smile dissolves in the darkness.

Subaru's throat moaned as he lost sight of the threat to a walking method that only seemed to sink into the shadows.

"Duh, duh...!?

I run my gaze all around me, pointing my nerves at the sound for signs and asking how to get out.

The state of it is precisely nothing more than the ugliness of the weak just waiting to be hunted by the beast. The more I woke up from Elsa, the more it would have been like a carp sleeping on a slab defenselessly.

Therefore, her slaughter, which appeared out of the shadows, was vividly straight,

"Nah -!?"

He was making his way to Subaru, who had determined his aim was belly, to dodge a single hair in time.

Fly back briefly, pull your belly in as you pull yourself back, and let the blade of the horizontal giraffe shrug. My belly skin is thinly torn and my sharp pain runs, biting my teeth off and putting up with my guts.

"Ewwww!

And a spinning kick was punching Elsa right through the face.

One shot of Kaishin with a twist on his hips, a definite sense of 'I rewarded him with one arrow' rushes through his chest in response to his snuggling feet. And

"Oh, I feel so, so good about that now."

A second Kukli knife that Elsa pulled out of her hips was tearing Subaru's torso about 70% of the time and punching her blood and guts.

"- Ah?"

One, two steps, then walking in a mellow motion, hitting the wall from shoulder to shoulder, collapsing to slip. Under the eyes looking down, there is more blood overflowing from the abdomen, and the contents are about to spill out because it is not able to withstand abdominal pressure.

I try to get its contents back into my stomach with a trembling arm, but it won't be blocked by the clots that come up.

"Surprised? I had to open my stomach. That's all I'm good at."

I say with laughter, Elsa walks across the sea of blood dripping water noises.

When she came to Subaru's side, where she only vomited bitterness without words, she stared with love at the guts spilling in the black blood,

"Oh, I knew - I thought your intestines were very pretty."

This woman is insane. You're out of your mind.

My vision blurred by the severe pain of not even being able to mislead the brain drugs, and how long Subaru's body had been flattened on the floor.

Remaining in that position, the trembling arm slowly stretches out and grabs Elsa's foot weakly in front of her.

"Ugh... ugh"

"Painful or painful? Hard or sad? You want to die?

With her ankle grabbed, Elsa gazes at Subaru when she breaks that knee.

Those eyes are in a trance, and I have no emotion whatsoever that I'm about to prune exactly one human life right now. No, I have emotions.

No more, be happy.

"But not easily"

Smiling flashly, she remained crouched and waved the fierce blade.

And that's the last sight Subaru saw.

The slaughter runs vividly and traverses Subaru's face to plunder. The results are:

"- - - - Ha ha!?

It was about getting both eyelids ripped off and losing light forever.

Svalbard touches his deeply cut eyes with his hands as he falls to the ground.

Blood and tears mix together, and from the screaming mouth they vomit more and more blood, and the contents of the belly are attacked by a feeling of absence that is like blood and organs have all spilled out.

It's a strange state to be alive. Living is the state of hell.

You can't even see yourself like that, a dying state you don't know when you're going to die.

"Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, boringly"

He slams loosely on Subaru's tympanic membrane as Elsa's voice ends, as he nabs, as he mourns, as he loves, as he mercies.

The pain, the pain, the anger, the sadness, just the pitch-black terror.

In a world without vision, where we do not know when the lights of life will go out, the only thing that dominated Subaru's emptied mind was his fear of death, which even strikes.

When will you die? When will you die? Is he still alive? Isn't he dead?

What defines raw? Can you call me living in a state below these bugs? Can you call me alive now that I'm being held hostage to life and death?

What do you mean, life or death? How can you be afraid of dying? Do we need to live? No?

Fear, fear, fear, fear, fear.

Rejection from an instinct for absolute death, which pushes me from time to time.

It fills Svalbard's brain with hands at the end no longer, and the clad vision stains bright white,

- Oh, he's dead.

With such sentiment at its end, Natsuki Subaru's life was brutally crushed.