The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

Purgatory Flame "Furious crimson is born in the trajectory of intense flame, and the sigh of an old dragon --- Eat it!"

A man in a blue robe finishes the chanting, and at the same time, a swirl of fire occurs. Also, in a blink of an eye, all of the view turns red, and a terrifying sight appears as a burning hell in a forest where no fire was ever felt.

"Did you do it?"

"I don't know! But I can't be safe without eating that flame!"

Two men exchange words while watching the scene brought by the flame. One was a man in a blue robe who called out the flames, and the other was a man wearing heavy leather armor.

The two people are seeing the lush forest trees and the unnatural black dyed space in them. Many trees burned by the flames created by the man in the blue robe, leaving only the trunks that were dyed black. They stand lonely in the smoldering space of embers.

However, there is no figure that should be there. If it were burned by such a flame, there would be no human beings. Originally, a human with carbonized skin would have fallen alone, but no new shadow could be found on the burns of a small park.

"Find it!"

A man in a blue robe calls out.

The battle is not over yet. When he tightens his mind in a moment, the men set a watch net around them. The men seemed to understand that if they were careless they would be the hunters.

"you're late"

There was a voice that said it was boring.

The next moment, the leather armor man is attacked from behind. The leather armor man turned immediately and succeeded in preventing the attack with his broadsword in his hand, a discipline that he had always been doing.

The sword that moves before you think it catches the slashing enemies. The sound of the collision of metal sounds.

The man, who prevented the opponent from attacking at once, was astonished to look at the enemy. Beyond the man's gaze, but there-no one.

But the proof that the enemy has attacked-the short sword that is a weapon-is certainly there. Even at this moment, the man's sword is pressed with great force.

"This is sword magic !?"

Although it was known in advance as information about the target, it is very different from hearing it and actually seeing it.

The sword leaves the hand of the person and flies freely in the air, ruthlessly killing the person. Most of those who have heard such a ridiculous story will laugh as a tale. Men should have been skeptical just before. But at this moment, the men realized that the information they had heard from the client was unbelievable.

"That's fast!"

Short swords fly in the air. A leather armor man exhales without slowing, and a sword attacks at a tremendous speed from right to left. The man was immediately defended.

"Smother! Show me!"

A man in a blue robe screams as he sees his friends in trouble.

"I'm sneaky? Huh, I don't want to be told you suddenly trying to burn it out with fire."

The Lord of the voice said that he laughed with his nose.

"But if you say come out, let's go out."

At the same time, a man appears from behind a scorched big tree.

An extremely common appearance with medium flesh, black eyes and black hair. Except for the violet cloth wrapped around the forehead, the boy was so crowded that he could easily lose his eye.

I wear a slightly shorter mauve robe. At first glance it was a light dress that could only be seen as a magician, but for some reason a broad sword was lowered on the waist belt. On the other hand, it seemed that the sorcerer did not have the cane he had, almost always.

"I'm coming out!"

Blue Robe immediately begins chanting as soon as he holds the wand.

Prospect A leather armor man would try to button while a short sword attack. He decided that as long as he was manipulating the sword, no other magic would be possible.

"Eat it!"

Fireball A man in a blue robe casts a magic after a short chanting.

In the space pointed by the walking stick, a burning ball of both hands appeared, jumping silently at the boy. The boy who controls the sword magically cannot afford to cast the magic to prevent it. The fireball attacks at a tremendous speed, even if you dodge yourself. A magician who is not very trained in taijutsu will probably have no chance to avoid it.

"received!"

The man in the blue robe was convinced of the victory, but the next moment, he saw something unbelievable and was exclaimed. Immediately before landing, the boy in a mauve robe swept away his arm, and the fireball he had fired was extinguished.

"What ?! What did you do?"

It was completely incomprehensible for the man in the blue robe. Even now, the boy's short sword is skillfully chasing his fellow man. Conversely, as long as you control the short sword, you can not use other magic. Nevertheless, the fireball fired by the man in the blue robe has disappeared. No, it must have been erased.

"I haven't done any big deal?"

In contrast to the dismayed blue robe, the boy swears out.

"Well, it doesn't matter."

The moment the muttering boy turned his gaze, a short sword penetrated the chest of the blue robe from behind.

"Ah, why ... ??????"

The man in the blue robe turns to his fellow who is still fighting short swords, and then looks at the short sword growing from his chest. The blood filling the lungs refluxed and spilled out of the mouth.

"To ... just, me ...?"

Perhaps she didn't expect to be able to control the two at the same time, and the man in the blue robe collapsed with a startling expression on a short sword that pierced her completely defenseless body.

"Oh, hey! Do it well!"

There is no answer even though a fellow man calls out. A short sword that escapes from the body of the blue robe attacks a man with leather armor.

Protecting even a short sword was all I could do. If another sword is added there, it will be difficult to keep preventing it.

"Shit!"

The leather armor man instantly realized the disadvantage and shook himself. One way to get rid of your friends and run away at a glance. That would be the most accurate choice in this case.

From the start of the battle to this moment, initiative was in the hands of the boy. I finally realized that there was an overwhelming difference in ability.

But it's already slow to notice. Originally it had to be noticed before attacking the boy, and for them the best option was not to be hostile. Even if you turn your back now, you may not be overlooked.

Two short swords manipulated by the boy sew between the trees to drive the man away. It looked like a carnivore, hunting for her desperate fleeing herbivores.

In addition, a short sword that catches up quickly attacks a leather armor man from behind. The moment when a man's life is about to disappear. Murder begins from above the boy.

"Shosen is a magician. If you sink into your pocket-!"

A fellow swordsman, who had been hiding on the tree before the battle, attacked when the Short Sword was far away.

The two short swords operated by the boy are flying far away in pursuit of a leather armor man. And, above all, a magician who does not even wear self-defense techniques has no way of turning on a sword that can be swung down from close range. One Throwing Guy One fellow sorcerer is defeated, and the other is in a dire situation, but still seeks a great opportunity, and the man who dives into his breath just cuts his blade.

A slight moment to beat again. The man who was convinced that he would not be able to respond to the magician at all, was disappointed.

"Are you going to hide that much and kill you?"

In the man's eyes, a boy who pulled his broadsword and prevented a blow from above.

"Well, what time ...?"

He wouldn't have expected it to be prevented. The eyes of the man are opened and the voice whispers. The man didn't even know when the boy pulled his sword.

"Cum! But what a magician can do at this distance! No matter how much the sword magician, if you reduce the distance, it's here!"

After all, a man begins to sword.

Knife It's not just a sword strike. A man with the skills of a literary license is a skillful sword that has buried a number of well-known mercenaries. Tachisuji, a swordsman that can't be reached at all. There is no such thing as a magician like an amateur. Yes, there should be no one. However--.

"strong……!"

Words spill out of a man's mouth unintentionally.

Pay from the side, slash from your shoulders, push with force, and fire. He hits the secrets of the sword-learning that he learned at the end of his training. It was judged by a boy with a cool face.

"Who are you, Kisama!"

Conversely, the man begins to show impatience. The ability of the boy who finally understood the sword, his position and fear. I felt cold sweat flowing to the back of a boy who lightened his full power.

"The magician ... has the work so far ...!"

This time, the boy holds a Broadsword just for the man whose attack has stopped.

"I can't help telling you-"

The boy opened his mouth with an expression that could not be concealed. At that moment, when the Broadsword held in his hand was slightly blurred, the man's neck was cut into one horizontal character.

"I don't remember being a magician."

The voice of a boy who has been heard, with the field of vision becoming darker as the haze spreads. That was the last word I heard of a man.