The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

One corner of the meadow dyed at dusk. The sword, which receives a sharp blow, is played with a high pitched sound.

"That!"

The sword, which was struggled by a young man who had been one of the defenses, was judged with a cool face by a middle-aged man who had cut his hair short. Despite being disappointed, the young man with black hair is trying to strike the floating flying sword from both sides.

"slow!"

Shot down with excuses.

Ten or more swords of various sizes are floating around a middle-aged man. On the other hand, there are four young people. It's clear that you simply lose.

It would be nice if you could increase the number like your opponent, but the number of four was the limit for today's youth. Then you have to win with your strength.

The young man steps on the sword in both hands, knowing the disadvantage. Hold the opponent's feet with the right sword sideways, and immediately project from below, aiming at the throat with the left sword. At the same time, he left only one defensive flying sword and swung three of them behind.

Retreating A middle-aged man is light and avoids side-by-side attacks, and in the following butt he combines three flying swords to create an instant shield. The flying sword, which resembles a triangular pyramid, catches the blow of the youth at its center, and at the next moment, rotates and entangles the cutting edge. When five flying swords are intercepted in response to an attack from behind, this time it will turn to the offensive as soon as it is this turn.

The middle-aged man smiles grinningly at the young man who tries to endure the attack hard with both hands holding the only remaining sword with his flying sword defended for defense.

With a sword in his hand, he continues to attack without gaps, and pierces one of his flying swords into the feet of a young man. At the moment the young man's attention turned to his feet with mysterious behavior, a flying sword stuck in the ground jumped up and poured the pebbled soil on the young man's face.

"Wow!"

Middle-aged men do not overlook the gap of a young man who suddenly covered his face.

The young man finally loses his sword in his hand after a whole-hearted blow. The young man, who had fallen for a short time and was trying to regain his posture, suddenly tried to regain his posture, but stopped moving due to the feel of the cold blade felt on his neck.

In contrast to a young man who regrets glaring, a middle-aged man takes off his aggressive atmosphere and begins to evaluate with a relaxed tone.

"It's still sweet, Aldis"

While saying so, a middle-aged man pounds the youth's head with the sword belly.

"I'm going to rely too much on it. Holding a sword in both hands would only make a single blow less powerful."

"I can't help. I'm losing the number of flying swords."

Aldis argues with a sharp mouth. The middle-aged man sighed lightly, shrouded his sword and stooped in front of Aldis.

"Aldis. How long have you been in your house?"

"... about seven or eight years"

"What have you seen during that time?

A middle-aged man sits down on the ground with a smiley expression.

Confrontation "I'm not scared at all if I have two more half-hearted attacks, but I'm not afraid to do it. Rather, it only increases the chances and makes it easier to fight."

"But ..."

"But what?"

"I can't use strong magic like everyone else, and I'm bad at bows ..."

"Well, no one would be embarrassed if he couldn't use strong magic, what would he be thinking about fighting in large numbers? To follow each other for the missing parts. Anyway, if you can't use it at all, you understand the magic and that's enough. ''

"That's just four flying swords that I can handle, so I'm sorry and disgusting."

"I think it's enough to be able to handle four, but the more swords I have, the better I'm. Hone your swordplay, you've said it before, you're better at swordplay. "

When a middle-aged man tries to open his mouth further into the unsatisfactory state of Aldis, a screaming scream comes in from the group surrounding the bonfire at a distance.

"Hey Grace! Don't use your own sword!"

"Ah, fucking! Don't you use me too!"

"If you don't have the edge, you'll have the sharpening allowance!"

The middle-aged man shouted with his neck only backwards, as if bouncing off his voice.

Hiki: "Uruse! You have to wear it if you don't want to use it yourself! You won't know if you'll be slept with your own sword!"

Looking at the back of the head with such gray hair, Aldis was overwhelmed. An opponent who was cotenpan as soon as he met, "Ten years earlier to win me." That was the man in front of me.

They struggle to catch up, begging for teaching, stealing and imitating technology, but how far has that distance shrunk? Will there be a day to beat this guy in just a few years? I can't help thinking that.

"Well, with."

Grace turns around and turns to Aldis.

"And Aldis. Don't try to fight cool."

"What is it? Can you use your sneaky hands as before?"

Aldis asks in a blunt tone. He used a flying sword to roll up the soil and said that he had used it to blind.

"Don't get into that kind of cowardice. Cowardly means a more nasty means. There's dirt and sand at your feet and what happens if you put it on your face. You can understand it with a moment of thinking, and to be vigilant is just to be careless. "

Grace approaches his flying sword.

"Don't let your fools sneak in with your flying sword. Hide the numbers, hide them in the blind spots of the opponent. You can use it or hide a small sword in the sleeve of your clothes. ''

While giving specific examples with gestures, Aldis remains unsatisfied.

"Aldis"

Grace puts a slightly grumpy color on her guilty eyes, and Grace gets it.

"If you want to die fairly and beautifully and die, you'll quickly fall into some knights and die. The battlefield for mercenaries isn't so sweet that you can survive with just the right fighting. It's not a guy who sticks to death, whether it's sloppy or bad-looking, a dirty mouth or a bad habit, just a guy who desperately wants to go around and live around. "

Grace asks with a slightly softened expression.

"What happens to Lou if you die? At least he needs you, do you know you?"

"When I died you were-"

"Of course I take care of you, but Aldis. For me, Lou is just one of my subordinates, but Lou isn't that for you, isn't it for Lou?"

"..."

A black-haired young man who has no words to return.

"Aldis. Fight more savagely. Don't narrow your means of winning with your own hands. Don't cut down on your potential to survive with pride. right?"

"... I'm not convinced, but ... remember."

Aldis struggles to find the answer.

When Grace hears it, Grace nods up and stands up.

"Oh, the sermons are over! Tomorrow we'll move to the next battlefield again.

Grace, who declared and was about to leave, began to say that suddenly, Aldis tilted his head.

"Oh, yes, Aldis. Did you have anything to do with you? What are you saying?

Grace swung his sword in the scabbard and shook vigorously at Aldis.

「――Is it!」

After dismissing Grace's blow, Aldis awakens to a murder passing by.

"Hey! Did you get up?"

The voice of a man who curses from the darkness echoes.

Aldis watched the situation instantly. The place is inside a camping tent. Only Aldis and the two figures are in it.

"It's just a fluke!"

I could not see their faces, but I could hear their voices. These are mercenaries who have accompanied Solte as escorts in recent days.

"Clean up and join over there! I'll be late for fun!"

After visiting all the settlements in the northern part of the capital city with church work, the Ardiss returned home yesterday.

The second night after leaving the last village. He must have been camping as usual.

In the darkness, while confronting the two mercenaries and searching for magic, Aldis immediately grasps the situation.

The magical reaction that should have been around the two tents and the bonfire cannot be confirmed. Only Aldis and his two mercenaries are in front of him. The remaining three mercenaries and the magic of Salte are far apart.

"Did you really show your true nature?"

A provocative Aldis voice resounds in a tent surrounded by silence and darkness.

"I hit people falling asleep. Are you ready to eat your tail?"

"Hah! Luggage has a torture!"

"Do you think you can beat mercenaries!"

Aldis speaks in a heartfelt voice.

"A man who can't read the opponent's ability should not claim to be a mercenary"

"What did you say!?"

Before the rising mercenaries fly, Aldis slams the wind blade against the ropes that support the tent. The rope was torn, and the tent, which had lost its support, collapsed with air.

As he watches the tents cover the mercenaries, Aldis moves out of the way.

"What, what?"

"Shit! This tent is ぁ!"

Humor In front of Aldis, only the outlines of the two, wrapped in crumbled tents, continued to struggle. Glance At the cold eyes, "" and "" are mercilessly pushed through the tent.

"Gua ...!"

"Oh!"

When he sees the blood pool spreading out of the tent, Aldis again explores the surrounding magic.

"Not good"

Along with some beasts, four human-sized magical powers were confirmed as before. This is a place 200 meters away from the forest, away from the improvised roads that were quickly maintained in recent months. There seems to be Salte and three mercenaries.

Not a great distance. But the problem is another magic found nearby. The magic that did not respond in the previous exploration increased in the second exploration.

It was a human-sized one, but it was clearly an order of magnitude more powerful than Salte and mercenaries. And at this very moment, it felt like he was sneaking up near the Saltes.

"Demon-?"