Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"What the hell is wrong with you, putting up such a blind eye? Hugh, in this Ω world, weren't you supposed to be posing as a daylight?

"It depends on the time and the circumstances. Something like this!

Once the distance has been taken, Zeth hangs, Yui packs the distance again.

And he flashes his sword.

Yui's sword strike pulled out at high speed.

It cut off the subject in an instant, as if it were inhaled.

Yes, I tried to pay Yui's sword lightly just like the last time, Zeth's Rapier himself.

"Did you aim for Rapier himself from the start? And the current sword speed... I see you've apparently really quit the daylight."

"Well, now, a daylight is what people are saying on their own. I'm only me. Anyway, I was just a little off schedule, but here's where I'm going to get it. Your neck."

Heading to Zeth with the broken Rapier in his hand, Yui declares so when he restarts his loose sword.

But at that moment, a laugh was thrown out of Zeth's mouth.

"Take what? My neck? Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. No, this is rude. But I didn't expect you to tell a joke under these circumstances."

"Unfortunately, I'm not kidding. I'll put an end to it here!

Decline cause and effect on this occasion.

That strong determination wanted to be included in Yui's sword.

But that sword flash he waved again never caught Zeth's neck.

"Apparently, you're this guy."

One brunette boy stood between Yui and Zeth.

A boy broke in between them in an instant and took Yui's sword attack with a knife in his hand.

Totally unexpected.

Before that, a slight wrinkle leans between Yui's eyebrows.

Meanwhile, Zeth, who invited the boy to the occasion, answered the boy's question with a bitter smile.

"Yeah, that's right. Successor of the Sword Witch, private heir of Snow Cut. Yes, your hunter, Yui Istarz, means him."

"Right. Then I apologize, but I'll do nothing."

The moment he said so, the brunette boy unleashes a series of yui-eyed attacks.

Twinkle, twinkle.

All of them are unleashed on Yui's neck and heart, and at the same time they are rolled out at a rate that should be called a special.

In contrast, Yui learned to get lost only slightly.

Retracting like this could lead to a missed opportunity to take Zeth's neck.

But the black-haired boy's sword strike was not sweet enough to think about it.

"Whoa... the sword muscle now... I didn't know you were going to call a helper from the East all the way. Except for his land."

Two flashes cannot be completely avoided and cut off, Yui, slightly cut off his right shoulder, tells him so as he pushes and kills the running pain.

In response to that word, it was not Zeth to whom the words were directed who made me react.

"Nothing? Then why are you here? Be quiet, be angry in your own country."

"Being hungry is no longer a savage thing. Kids shouldn't say that."

"You think I'm treating you like a child? Don't lick too much, son of a predecessor!

The moment he said so, the boy moves as if he were a bullet, going forward with a yui.

Earlier sword flash.

Yui quickly realizes that dealing with it properly is very dangerous.

That's why he stepped forward with an impending boy on the other hand.

"What!?"

An unexpected Yui reaction.

And a slightly delayed boy sword strike.

That instantaneous delay becomes just as deadly.

Because Yui dared the boy to hit him from his right shoulder, which should have been cut earlier, faster than the boy's knife was swung to his neck.

Two bodies in contact.

The result is self-explanatory.

Light things are bounced and jumped.

"Ha-ha-ha, predecessors...? I see he... No, she's contemporary."

Yui says so, holding down her aching shoulder mouth with an empty hand.

In the chest of the child, where he did the body hit, there was clearly the presence of something claiming gender.

That's why he was so sure.

The fact that he called himself his predecessor's son earlier, and that he has shown extremely similar sword muscles, and that the person in front of him is a woman dressed as a man.

There is one thing that that means.

The rebuilt girl, passive as if she were a light trader and again yui, said she was a contemporary sword witch.

"Heh, I didn't know you'd be noticed lightly, I kinda miss you"

"No, I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to have these hidden balls."

Turning to Zeth, who laughs thinly while holding back, Yui tells him so in a slightly irritating and mixed voice.

Then, because of his delightful reaction like that, Zeth kept laughing.

"Huff, you're moving around a lot too, aren't you? If so, there is no sardine to be condemned unilaterally."

"I see, that's certainly true. But it doesn't matter. I've never met my aunt's daughter before, and I'm trying to get your neck..."

"Don't talk about your mother in peace!

In the form of blocking Yui's words, the brunette girl approaches Yui with her anger exposed.

But she suddenly leaps backwards the moment she realizes she exists.

And at about the same time, on the ground where she was supposed to be, a throwing knife pierced her.

"Who is it!?"

The girl stares at the sudden intruder as she rages.

At the end of that gaze, there was a figure of a woman there, called Kreha, dressed in black.

"More enthusiastic than I thought, but the taste of battle is just like that guy...? Anyway, yui. Playtime is over."