Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

When Hibigami returned to where the carriage was, the Middons waited.

"Oh, are you all right, Lord Hibigami!

Midon rushes over.

There is no appearance of more bodies of bandits around.

Looks like no bandits arrived here.

"The example blood madness has also come to an end. Apparently, the other bandits lost their will and fled and scattered. Now for now, you can say that the danger on the road has left"

If he raids again, if he has that much strength and number of remnants, even Badak and the others can clean it up.

"Have you defeated that Bloody Mad Anna? You were so rude... I'm sorry I said so much rude."

Damn it, Badak just puts his head on.

Lord Hibigami.

I've been talking to Huey with a bandage around his head like he's fainted.

Anxious Alisa stands beside that Huey.

"How can I thank you this time?"

"I don't mind. I told Badak that my destination seems to be around here somewhere. According to the information at hand, we should have been a little further."

"The reward, including the advance on this escort, will be given to Lord Hibigami"

"It's a special victory, but I don't want it. I'm not in trouble for the money. Well, if you owe me any favors, why don't you get the good merchants there to their destination safely? I've rescheduled and I'm leaving the carriage here."

"... ok. Even in exchange for your life, Lord Midon will deliver you safely."

Ho, thought Hibigami.

- It's not a word, are you ready to risk your life?

Badak would have told you the story of Hibigami's already declined to thank you. Neither did Huey seem to intend to make any further offers of thanks. In addition, Midon also seemed to feel that any further push of gratitude could be disrespectful on the contrary, and did not state any more valve of gratitude than was necessary.

"Um, Lord Hibigami... am I not suitable for mercenaries?"

As I was getting ready to leave, the pompous and the Huey zeroed.

"To put myself in battle... Am I too sweet"

The previous hegemony, which was full of Huey, could not disappear.

Did an act here that grieved helplessness cast a dark shadow on his heart?

His questioning sounded familiar.

"It might be too sweet in the sense of a lack of imagination"

…………

"Nevertheless. Another way of looking at it. Oh, sweet or good, but I can tell you there's nothing wrong with it."

"... no problem?

"We are not wrong because we are good"

Hibigami snuck his arm in his sleeve, he said.

"It's just because I'm weak"

"Weak, because"

"For example, if the source of his strength is goodness, I will not give him any extra hand or mouth. It's a little harsh on the goodness you can shake without disclaiming yourself, or the goodness that pulls your strength legs."

Well, I mean, Hibigami goes on.

"If you even want to lean on sweetness - if you want to pierce what you think is good, you just need to be strong. It's a simple story. If the person is stronger than anyone else, the polarity, even the lack of imagination, is only a few end-of-life problems. If the power to ravage any opponent depends on goodness, it should rather be sweet and good everywhere. Remember that. There is only one sin of those who put themselves in battle -"

Hibigami looked at the bodies of the mercenaries arranged on the ground.

"To my own strength at the moment, to be sweet."

"To my strength, I spoil..."

Hibigami put a small, unconscious accusation in his words, as he thought of some of those who once spent the last home years together.

"I spit on those who spoil their power now while they have stretching bills"

"... thank you, Lord Hibigami"

Leaning with a determined face, Huey clenched her fist forcefully.

Of course Hibigami answered Huey's question because he thought about keeping water on the buds that had the potential to be enemies of the future.

The impact of this incident or Huey was sprouting with new stretching bills. From the hibigami, if you grow up like this and stretch to your own realm, fine.

"One thing, by the way, we want to ask ourselves"

to everyone on this occasion, Hibigami asked.

"Anything around here... yes, any stories about powerful people who can make a name for themselves? I don't care if it's true or false."

"If it's a rumor, I've heard one..."

It was Alisa who raised her hand to lack of confidence.

"Ho, what rumors?

"I've heard of a group of young swordsmen in the East who were chased after the country for some reason, then crossed the ocean, and fled to Midsberia."

"Hmm."

"So it seems this is already like a regional discourse... telling the story of them hiding in the mountains around here, from their father, who was a playwright"

playwright, Alisa's voice turned down around the You think it's a story that doesn't leave the writer-specific paranoia that tends to delay fantasy.

"No, Alisa was out around here."

Badak said. Alisa bows her head.

"Excuse me, for not being credible"

"No, I apologize. I'm the one who urged you to talk."

The person apologized, but her virtuosity would be praiseworthy, because of her locational connection, and her seriousness in speaking here without speaking.

"Besides, that's also a bit of an interesting story. Thank you."

After breaking up with Midon and the others, Hibigami stepped into the bush.

Shortly after releasing the first kick to the tibia beyond that Blood Madness Anna, Hibigami felt the source of the outbreak, which brought a sharp sensation, go away.

But a few bew (seconds) later, I had no idea where I was.

So I then lent my ear to Anna's words, but if the signs hadn't disappeared, I would have killed Anna immediately, and followed the signs.

Hibigami's mouth ends break naturally.

- I don't know exactly where I am, but I know exactly how to erase the will.

On her way back to the Hughes after killing Anna, she witnessed more than a dozen bodies of bandits being killed by blade wounds that were not hers.

Not a single bandit arrived at Huey and the others because someone cut him on the way.

Blood splashed on several tree trunks and adhered to them.

The layout is a vivid word.

A fat muscle that is merciless, but can never be reached by the strength of the Hughes.

And now Hibigami was coming back to the scene.

- A bunch of swordsmen chased after the country, huh?

It can also be regarded as a discourse that can only be passed on to small regions.

"Oh, is that a sign of awkwardness? Or, no way - '

Words spoken by one of the cut bandits. Were those words followed, or were they words related to the discourse that would be passed on to the region?

But if you walk around, there's no sign of going around that sign.

- Even if it's a blur, I'm welcome.

Hibigami had no choice but to go to the village at the foot, which was just down the mountain, and to gather information again once. A bunch of paper pieces given by Noise also said that you should visit the underground library in that village.

Nothing, it's not a quick trip either.

Conserved food is somewhat handheld, and sleeping in the wild mountains is something I'm used to.

Which way to reach the village at the foot by the end of the day.

Hibigami entered the trail once in an attempt to return to the main road.

Clouds were beginning to gather in the sky.

Will it rain?

A while down the trail, three men dressed in thin dirty clothes appeared collecting broken branches. You don't look like a burglar.

He carries a bunch of straw and wears a muddy headscarf. Is it the villager at the foot?

"Something?

As Hibigami approached, one of the men stood up. Continuing, the other two get up.

The first man to rise was a young man and a good young man.

"Oh, is it a dressing? That's a rare outfit around here."

"Ho? Do you know how to dress in the East?"

"Because that's already famous here. Even the villagers would know if they had some learning."

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"By the way... are you knives?

"You're not such a fine man. I'm a vagrant."

Hibigami roars, Hmm.

"Are we the villagers at the foot?

"Yes. To gather branches that can come to the fire. Besides, you can pick delicious mountain vegetables around here."

a beat down, Hibigami asked.

"What's in that bundle of straw?

The three of them exchange their gazes. The youngest man has a mild grin.

"It's a mountain knife. Because this helps a lot to go down the grassy road."

"It's a long sword. It's usually a little shorter."

"Sometimes longer is more convenient"

"Then I ask, why -"

Hibigami stroked his jaw and threw the question.

"Smells like a man's blood from a mountain knife to cut growing grass?

The air flow stopped, but every now and then the illusion ran to the field.

Actually, Hibigami was nursing when he approached them.

Rigid arms peeking from short sleeves.

Strengthened calf muscles.

I don't build muscles like that in a life of just plowing fields.

Make it a little more uneven.

When the three took a slight distance from Hibigami, each took a bunch of straw.

"I didn't know the chaser was coming this far."

"What do we do, leopard?

"Well, I'll do it"

Hibigami hoisted the end of his mouth.

"Evil without expectation, but I am not a chaser. I came here to hear rumors about the slaughterhouse and to help."

Ba, and the three take the knife delivered to the sheath from the straw bundle.

"Mr. Kido, I don't see the wind of this man lying."

"of... but Amano, this man is motivated."

"Uhm, this man has wildness. You don't look like a man to be someone's dog. Look at me as a martial artist who remembers my arms."

"Ha, then you're a big fish today"

"Wait a minute, Amano. This man... we can do this. That, too, is equivalent."

"Look. Both of you. I have goosebumps. Never seen a user like this come out of the East."

"Then the corpse in that area just now... it must have been this guy's fault"

Corpses around there.

You mean the bodies of the robbers?

"It was the impression of a coarse fat muscle, but only it was, the story of the impression… its actual talent and the sword technique of pearls, created by a stack of workouts… it was also, perhaps, a sword cultivated in action"

With only the blade wounds of a hibigami cut burglar, a man named Amano almost rightly referred to the quality of the hibigami sword.

A man called Amano, set up.

"Ho?

- Are you with me?

"Mr. Kido, Mr. Leopard... I gave you two what you seem to be strong just now, so you can let me do it first, right?

I don't know what else to do.

"Uhm, let's give in"

Amano laughs innocently as she stands.

"Thank you!

Though it is refreshing, the swordsmanship emitted is that of a fierce carnivore.

Hibigami laid up the holy sword, feeling preferred.

In the distance, there is a heavy thunderous noise.

"May I ask your name?

"Hibigami."

"Mr. Hibigami, is it? My name is Amano, and I'm the only one with the Eight Swords Scroll."

Hibigami's eyebrows moved, tingling.

"No illusion, over-the-counter sword flow?

The darkness increased slightly and light rain began to flash.

The mouth of a hibigami struck by thin rain draws a gentle arc.

"Kaka...... Damn, I'm gonna try and get you to this place. I didn't expect to be able to tour with that legendary party. Surprisingly, it was real in the first place."

"Oh, does Mr. Hibigami know about the Phantom Overpass Sword Flow?

"Say stupid. Let's get a little bit into the history of the swordsmen of the East. Ah, even the Midsberians would be the names to meet once. The End Empress on this continent."

However, there are not many people in Midzbekistan who are keen to tie the history of the swordsman in the East as well. So the visibility of the Phantom Free Sword Stream on this continent will never be high.

Rainfoot adds momentum.

But because he was a legendary party, he said that he who deceived his name could not stop after him.

"Bye -"

Amano sinks his hips deep.

"I thought I'd give it a try."

Hmm, and Hibigami snorts in a superior mood.

"I don't run into bad words. It's like you're already telling me that the place is real, let's do it with Amano."

Strengthen the leg muscles, hibigami.

"Maybe this guy should thank Intangible Play."

The two faced each other in silence for a moment.

It is the distance at which each other's blades reach in one foot. There are no signs of the other two joining forces. Only, he seems to want a one-on-one battle. Moreover,

- What this guy wants is a death match.

To a man named Amano, he was prepared to risk his life.

I am not afraid of losing my life.

But the will to victory is strong.

I mean, I'm not making my life crude.

While knowing the weight of life, it is also equipped with a spirit that allows you to bet that heavy life without hesitation in battle.

- You mean a born samurai?

"No illusion, no knife."

The index finger of the hand holding the Amano pattern floated.

Is that a sign of something?

"" Instant Killer Sword/Hoover ""

Is it the name of the move?

"Is it odd to say the name of a move? But in my Phantom Free Sword Stream, it is the fluent that speaks its name before making a move."

Regardless of the play, the act of speaking the name of a move in action can be considered the pinnacle of stupidity.

There is no such thing as being polite enough to reveal your own unleashing moves. Even if chanting spells, in which oral chanting itself is the key to activation, cannot be helped, it is not the act of the fighter to utter the name of sword moves and technical ceremonies.

Instead, if winning is the only goal, then moves should be kept as secret as possible.

If the moves are named, there are two different types.

One is if you knit and name moves to foil the name of your own genre.

And the other is if the man whose heart is shaken by the sight of the move is named of his own accord.

By way of exception, Hibigami has heard that the concept of "soul in" exists in the East. This is the concept of putting part of one's life into the moves themselves and more runs out of moves by brazenly shouting the name of the moves.

However, for reasons that did not apply to any of them, Mirage Sword Stream appeared to dare to state the name of the move first.

"My polished Special Sword... If the name of the move is prevented to the extent that it was known earlier, it is no longer a Special Sword or anything. I mean -"

From Amano's mouth, the grin disappears.

"Unnamed Special Attacks, etc. - Special Attacks, Unnamed"

That's the flow of the Phantom Overpass sword stream, Amano connects.

Thereafter, there were no more words for each other.

Don't let it be slight, keep both standing up.

And then the rain came up.

What I visited was silence.

From the clouds, gleaming white peeks.

The light that plugged in sparkled on the blade of Hibigami's holy sword, running dull over the blade.

In the meantime, the two kept themselves stationary.

In a quiet time, a large Shizuku falls from the tip of the overhead branch, stretched for a first time.

The moment that Shizukuishi Pearl, shining in the sun, fell to the stone on the ground and could play -

The sound of a sheath run and the sound of a wind cut rang in the machine as if they had shown each other.

The first to fall to the ground was Hibigami's, landing fabric.

Beyond the slit run-off... about a scratch of thin skin was running.

"I see, this is... unimaginable, Vietnamese sword flow"

"... brilliant"

Amano had his stomach cut deep.

The wound is too deep.

Not even a good healing ceremonial user would have any chance of being helpful if he wasn't on this scene.

"Who among the two of us can use the healing ceremony?

To Hibigami's inquiry, Kido and Hyogo replied with a word of denial.

They can't seem to use the procedure itself in the first place.

Poking his sword tip to the ground, Amano kneels.

The momentum of blood in his belly did not stop, and from his face he was losing his mind.

"Phew, phew..."

It was Amano in the abyss of death that made that laugh.

"Hibigami... this is... me, yes, this is..."

That's it, Amano ran out of breath.

It was powerful enough for the legendary name, I would say.

If you let him have even one of the guaranteed demon swords with a sharp flavor, he could have been strong enough to cross all four of them, that soni that Hibigami fought before.

- I didn't know such a powerful man was still hiding in Midsberia.

Lord Hibigami.

After seeing Amano's death, Kido said.

"You said you were looking for our Phantom Passover Sword Stream, right? As far as we're concerned, we'd like to continue with the battle... and we'll need a guide to the hiding place."

"Hmm."

Kido's description says there are other people in that hiding place who remember their arms.

"Well it seems like one more person can do it here...... when it's one-on-one, this is probably not going to be tolerable anymore. So I thought it would be better if we could show each other to the hiding place for once while we restrain each other."

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't even wish."

"Then it's settled! Hey leopard, take charge of Amano's body!

"You know, I'm kidding."

"I know! I'm taking turns along the way."

"Uhm. If you know what I mean, fine"

As the leopard carried Amano's body, Kido, carrying other luggage, laughed at Hibigami.

"You need to walk a little... Lord Hibigami, are you hungry or something?

"It's okay."

"If you want a break, you can delay your departure,"

"No, I don't mind that either."

"Really? Do you want to go now, Lord Hibigami?"

Quite odd people, Hibigami thought.

From the treatment of that corpse, it can be inferred that a man named Amano was the preferred being for them.

But there is no way to mourn Amano's death itself. On the contrary, I can't even peek at the shards of sadness. No sentiments either. Even though it is, there is certainly warmth to Amano.

"I didn't expect Amano's" Hoover "to be vividly broken"

"Perhaps you read the trajectory from the subtle changes in rain-wet soil when you stepped in."

"Did you see that too, Leopard?"

"The speed of the sword itself was inferior to the target, of course."

"Well, I could have done it with the owner of that much strength. Amano would have been happy."

"But in retrospect, Amano was a good man. Only people can kill mercilessly, but otherwise, bugs were killers."

"Ha, you were a man who could even be described as odd there. Close your eyes like this and you'll have fun memories."

"Anyway, I can't stop shivering now, kiddo."

"... don't worry, neither do I."

Two people ahead glanced at the hibigami behind them. Moreover, instead of being hostile to the hibigami who slaughtered and killed that amano, it is an expectation that comes towards it.

"And Lord Hibigami is strong. In the martial arts neighborhood of this continent, aren't you a warrior of considerable name?

It would be almost equal to anonymity among some but some, when they answered, they received the word honestly.

"Ha, ha, ha! Then we must thank heaven for this patrol! What a good fortune to meet such an anonymous martial artist!

"Heh, heh, heh! What a good day this is, kiddo!

At this rate.

There was something strange about it even for a man named Amano. It was gratitude that was being uttered in spinning words, while dying.

Even so, they don't seem to want to die.

They are not untrained in death, but are familiar with the value of life.

- Depending on what you see, it can also be described as really clear people.

Walking on rain-fed soil, Hibigami couldn't help but break his mouth about his expectations of what to wait for ahead.