Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

One man in a robe runs toward a giant demon rarely to be seen.

On the lower half of his face, he wore a creepy mask representing a skeleton, but had a sharp glance at the eye area visible from the gap in the robe.

Called Talask, the man does not show any fright even in front of a poisonous demon, he just pulls out his sword and packs his distance.

"Grrrrrr!!

Tarask's proximity to the man did not affect the man's movements in any way, even with such a deafening scream.

It was terribly bold, ready, and confident.

If I wasn't sure I could defeat this mighty and incomparable demon for sure, I wouldn't be that unresponsive to a voice that also resembled a roar as if that huge building had been destroyed.

The man jumps up and punches a blow with a one-handed straight sword into his neck muscle, as he reaches the sight of Tarask to prove that his confidence is not a mistake because he is immature, but an accurate observational eyeless thing rightly acquired by countless experiences and training.

It is understandable from the decoration and brilliance of the sword that the sword is never a tremendous masterpiece.

However, at the same time, I can see that it is an honest product, even if it is not a specialty.

What a man asked for in a sword was enough trust to keep his life, and indeed the sword felt the weight to keep his life.

It is pale and wrapped around the light because the man is the user of his mind, and the sword rightly accepts its power.

The power of condensed chi, he said, can even destroy weapons at times.

The power of a man's chi was tremendous, and if it were a common sword, it would surely have broken.

But now, that's not what his sword has become.

That was proof that the craftsman who made the sword was indeed an excellent craftsman.

In the making of such a sword, the man narrows his eyes as to whether contentment is going, and stares at the neck of the Talask.

Towards it, a pale, radiant sword of mind waves down.

However,

- Kickin '!

The man's sword hits the scales of Tarask, while making such a noise.

As you can see, the scales that grow on the Talask's neck are cracked and peeled off by a man's blow, but the scales were not able to be used as protective equipment to inflict scratches on the area leading to its interior.

The boulder would be Talasq.

It was clear that he was not a glimmer of existence, but the man must have realized that fact again relative to reality.

But that's why the man was never swallowed up with fright, nor gave up crusading again.

Instead, behind his eyes, narrowed as he remembered his joy that he was a mightier enemy than he thought, the color of his eyes shines and stares at Tarask.

Where are we going?

Again, the neck.

There will be no mistake in the judgment of the man who thought so in an instant.

Once, there's a part of a man's attack that's scaled off.

If you aim there, it's already a defenseless place with no armor to say scales.

Because this time it must be the blow of a man's mind that gets pounded in.

But I guess Tarask also understands that without anyone pointing it out to him.

Turn to the man and stare at him with the look of never letting him attack again.

And he opened his mouth abruptly.

What the hell do you think, purple breath erupts from it with tremendous momentum.

It was a poisonous breath.

A powerful poison that is said to be Talask's best move and that those who bathe it directly dissolve without seconds and sometimes turn into bones.

A boulder man cannot be more invincible against poison than he is also a human being.

It was supposed to be dangerous as this...

But the man didn't come here without a second thought in fighting Tarask either.

When I saw it, a blue light was erupting from the man's body.

It is the glow of holiness,

Shortly before he fought the Tarasks, the man wrapped the light of purification around his own body by holy water.

The breath of the mighty venom of Talask is also equal to helplessness before the light of purification based on the protection of God.

The man runs through the breath of poison, as if going through a light rain, without worrying about anything.

Did Talask get barometric pressure from such a man's movements, causing the giant to retreat for a moment?

But it did not seem to Tarask to have been admitted to the fact that he held such a fright against only one human being who was nothing but a dwarf being.

Step back leg instantly and continue to exhale poisonous breath to attack the man.

The man is not in a hurry, even if the man is approached with a talask that could wreak a storm of destruction with just that giant.

The man's expression was so full of room that even the whistle seemed to blow.

What's with all the giants?

The poison breath doesn't work.

It's just that it's all just for me.

Saying so, a man so full of confidence that he is not at ease, jumps up at the time when the approaching Tarask progression approaches the present, and flies to the armor on his back.

And while Tarask, who had lost sight of the man, rushed up from Kohlo to its long neck.

The aim is the same place you struck the sword earlier.

The man's aim is unblemished.

At that time, when the sword was erected, it was right in the man's eyes, and its neck muscle, which had been scaled off, was clearly shown as the target.

Until then, Tarask begins and understands that the man is running up his neck, but the hour is already late.

Before moving his neck to shake off the man, the man was jumping up himself and waving his sword up.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Maybe that was a Tarask plea.

He asked me not to.

He asked me not to wave my sword.

To this end, I must have learned for the first time that Talask is not the side on which I hunt, but the side on which I am hunted.

I finally admitted to the little human man in front of me, who was supposed to be preyed upon by demons, that he had the strength to outdo himself.

But it doesn't make sense to a man, such as a demonic plea.

Because a man is an adventurer.

who reap rewards by hunting and defeating demons.

A man's business rises when he lends his ear to a sad, screaming demon voice.

It's just...

"... don't feel bad"

Is it my fault that such a voice leaked out of a man's mouth just before he waved down his sword?

It could be inferred from that little voice that even though it was a demon, it didn't feel anything about taking a life.

But behind such a whisper, the man's sword does not hesitate and goes down to the Talask's neck...

- Zang!

He chopped off his neck with the creepy sound of it.

A few seconds late,

- Gogoon!

I hear a roar.

I felt like the sound of a Talask who lost his life, falling and lying on the ground, was conveying the weight of his life to the ears of a man who wouldn't turn around...

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... a little, it could have been over-performing.

Originally, I also know Edel worked a lot, but putting that out would be a hassle to explain...

Besides, this is cooler.

I've also heard you say you used demonic fusion techniques and holy chi to defeat them, but for Lent, those would be trump cards, and the area is chi, so I left it cloudy.

That's the one that spins the line.

Hobbies.

Well, what about the reaction......

That's what Lorraine thought, and when she saw Lili and Farri, she could see the two of them shining their eyes in the phantom of a man in a robe still tumbling in front of a fallen down talask.

Look at that, okay, perfect.

You've apparently succeeded in keeping Lent dignified.

Lorraine thought so and was deeply satisfied.