Blade Online

When I broke up with Katana and went back to my modest room, I was just about to finish my previous game and the two players disappeared. There must have been Meteor, the guild master of Illuminating Light. If I won this battle, I'd like to see Meteor and his strength, but I guess I can't help it. If we talk about Doctorpepper, we get no boost. Phew ha.

My body began to be engulfed in green light while I was doing so. Transfer to the field began.

Well, I have a chance of winning this game once and for all, but I guess it'll work.

If it's a quarterfinals, the opponent who wins is also a good one. I can't be alarmed at all, even though I have information in advance. And this time the opponent is strong enough to say that if he's caught off guard, he'll lose in no time.

The Moving Wall (Perfect Wall). Submaster of Indestructible Dragon (Uroboros).

She's about the same height as me. Equipped with white armor that looks sturdy and easy to navigate, and a large shield and sword that reflects the landscape like a mirror placed on your left hand. I mean, a one-handed swordsman.

She has two big names for "Moving Walls (Perfect Walls)" because of the shield on her left. That shield has the gear skills to gain skills by equipping it. The effect gradually accumulates half the power of an attack received with a shield, which can hit the target with its damage. Terrible skill. Because we have to be alert to attacks by shields while surpassing her attacks with sufficient strength even without skills. But I have a way to disable this skill and fight back. If I don't even get the timing right, though.

The name on the Moving Wall (Perfect Wall) is Luke. It may be the name I made to take part in the tournament, but I'm afraid I'll call it that.

Luke's gaze is pointing over my head. Which means you're looking at names just like me. She turned to me after staring over my head for a while. A sharp gaze. The pressure of zucchiness hits the body. She hasn't used any skills yet. I mean, this woman just stares and says she can put pressure on her opponent so far.

Oh... you were in real life too... Even when the guy at the top of the defect stared at me, I was pressured with my gaze like this.

I said I had a chance, but maybe I was licking this woman too much.

But I haven't spent a lot of time doing anything either. I've been dying and crazy in those woods, and I've lived desperately. I wasn't just playing games in the house. And I have something to tell this guy, to these guys.

Shaking off the pressure on my body, I took a step forward and glanced back at Luke. Then Luke gave a look of interest.

"I'm Luke. He does the Immortal Dragon (Uroboros) sub-master. Let me know your name."

"Dawn. He's using an unaffiliated machete"

"Dawn. You don't belong... Would you like to join our guild?

"I refuse. And then I had something to say to the Immortal Dragon."

"What are you trying to say?

That sight burned in the back of my brain flashes back.

Lew's floating grin and words pierced through his chest.

The ones with the ugly grin.

I remember them and swallowed up the blackening murders burning up in my chest, and I mouthed his name.

"Do you know a man called the void"

In that one word she opens her eyes. And he seemed to understand the whole thing.

Spear Knight. He had two names as the executive candidate for Immortal Dragon (Uroboros), and the name of the lowest man who belonged to Eye (Bloody Eye). I feel angry and sick swirling in my chest just remembering that guy.

"I didn't think you were the void...?

"That's right. And my siblings' brother, who was with me, was killed by them. It was the Eye (Bloody Eye) who killed them, but they were sneaking into the Immortal Dragon (Uroboros), hiding there and playing PK."

"... sorry"

That's how Luke has bowed his head deeply on the spot. I clap at its cleanliness. But Lew won't come back where he was lowered.

"... I'll tell the Dragon directly from me. Will you see me again after this tournament? I want you to apologize again in a calm place."

"... Yep"

"I'm going to give you my contact information after the game. I'm so sorry."

"... then let's not dare start the battle. What I want to say is, let me say it again later."

"Okay."

Luke, who was bowing his head, regains his equipped sword and shield when he returns to his original position and nods. I'll pull the knife out of my back and point it at Luke too. Facing each other, the tingling killer starts filling the field. The tabs for the start of the match were all over the place, but we ignored them and talked, so the audience's dissatisfaction sounded just now. But as soon as we faced each other and laid out our weapons, they quieted down. What spreads to the field is a tense tension.

"And Mr. Luke. You don't have to give me a break."

"... I'm sorry, but you don't have to tell me. I'm going to."

We ran at the same time, and the two blades overlapped and scattered sparks.