Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

11-8 Foolish Built

Isagi, who was drunk and asleep on the couch in the room, wakes up in the morning sun.

It was a calm morning, unchanged from usual and without any change of philosophy.

"Mm-hmm..."

Explore vague memories.

I remember being tangled up in Limino and Eulet, like a good - or like a toy - though.

At what point I fell asleep was uncertain.

The living room after the feast had been cleaned up beautifully.

Even after the shark crumbled, the three women may have continued to drink.

The one who blanketed me would be Limino, who gave me a hug last night.

Isagi wakes herself up feeling ashamed of why her kindness is.

I had a feeling, maybe.

Just maybe that was just a repetition of what I usually do.

Isagi looked up at the statue of the Great Demon Crystal, rubbing his eyes.

"Morning, Preah"

Ever since I helped her from the depths of the labyrinth, I've never missed a greeting.

The walls of the Demonic Crystal surrounding the body of the blonde maiden, Preah, are fading even further.

I don't know the details of what Caschi is doing - but I wasn't sure if I asked - but the treatment seems to be going well.

Will the day come when I will wake up?

Will you come, will you?

Or will you stay like this for the rest of your life, like a sleeping beauty in the woods, with your eyes closed?

I don't know.

"... I wonder, Preah.

I know what you're talking about.

We should all go back to our original world and live happily ever after.

I think that's one answer. "

Isagi stares at the blur and the glow of the Devil's Crystal, twinkling.

"But after all, I can't do it.

I can't give you proof of your life in vain.

I got lost, worried, but I made up my mind.

I'll keep living in this world.

That's how I keep waiting for you. "

That's the answer to the rabbit.

It is a true thought, that there should never be any more shaking.

As soon as I said so, it was.

Eye illusion, Isagi thought.

But it is, indeed.

It's like responding to the word of a rabbit.

Tingling, and.

- Preah's left finger moved.

"... Huh?

Isagi accidentally corrected his posture.

Rubbing his eyes, Isagi stares at Preah many times.

Or I even tried talking to her like I did earlier.

The same reaction never happened again.

But Isagi was sure.

It's not an illusion or anything that a drunk and crushed man has seen.

I did see the shark with these eyes.

I'm not lying. It's not a dream.

Rabbit's left chest, hot, rattled.

My own, the heartbeat of life sounded clear.

At that time Gachari and the door of the room opened, and Caschi, dressed in my pajamas, showed himself.

Twintail's girlfriend comes to the living room, dragging a big rabbit stuffed animal.

"Ugh... I drank too much..."

"Hey, Caschi!

"Hih!?

Caschi, whose roots were grabbed by a man with an eyelid on his sleeping belt, trembles.

But Isagi pulled her out into the living room without worrying.

Catching a lightweight Caschi, Isagi - as if to make him cuddle - lifted him in front of Preah.

"Earlier, Preah, it moved!

"Ooh...?

Caschi stayed away because I've never seen a rabbit so excited before.

But Isagi thought it was unbelievable, and stuck it to her even more.

"I'm not lying! I saw it!

My left finger tickles and moves, so, come on!

"Wow, okay, 'cause I got it! Just grate it!

Turning down Caschi like a girl, she rushes to get familiar.

Then he said, "Hum," and Caschi narrowed his eyes.

"Well, did I say it moved"

"Oh, with these eyes"

"Okay, okay,"

Hold down the shark and see that Caschi is the only one.

"Well, first of all, has the reaction of the flesh come back?

So things are going well. "

Isagi was shocked by the words.

Breathtaking, thin and crunchy.

"... I knew it wasn't a mistake."

Isagi looks up to Preah.

Though she still meditated her eyes and kept her hands together.

Hope, indeed, is in her. It's just a little, little light though.

It may be unlimited, but it hasn't reached zero yet.

"Well, I knew you were alive, Preah......!

Isagi grabs Caschi's hand and turns on the spot.

For the first time in a long time, he had a sunny look.

"Oh, come on, come on, come on."

"I did it, I did it, I did it!

"Here, here! Because you're not the father the child was born to!

"In time, you'll wake up, Preah!

"Ma, we haven't decided yet! Whoa!"

Swung by a rabbit who reveals his joy innocently, the sleeping Caschi yells even as he gets wasted.

But my own patients are on their way to comfort. With her, not that I'm not happy. Caschi's, too, I guess, was like lightning up.

Listening to such noise from the morning, a rimino in a sleeping roll came from the bedroom.

She sees that unusual look of a rabbit and wonders how it is, with a soft grin on her mouth.

"eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh bro, good for you"

"Oh, oh"

Nodding over and over again, Isagi's face was so much cleaner than usual and so full of vitality that it made her feel age-appropriate passion.

I think Isagi is now.

What we've been talking about is not in vain.

Isagi was not wrong about anything.

I didn't need to get lost from the beginning.

Isagi's voice had reached Preah.

That was more than anything pleasant for Isagi.

A fever occurs in the back of the rabbit's chest.

With this thought, no one will ever lose.

Isagi lets go of Caschi's hand and makes up his mind.

I looked up at the Great Demon Crystal and took her hand, like that traveling day.

"Preah, I'll protect you."

Whoever the hell is coming.

Never, you can't lose.

Her left finger just moved slightly.

The possibility of being alive is only confirmed.

"I'll never lose, Preah."

The language clarifies what Isagi needs to do.

The horizon widened and his soul pulsed with just one mission.

Fight, win.

Just for those two.

To protect all of oneself from what tries to take away the Great Demon Crystal.

Isagi will fight.

Even if you throw away the mask of the brave.

Even if you take off that stage costume that plays Demon King.

Isagi, fight.

Now it's just that as one man...

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……

Lianzhui used the slightest living expenses left by his mother and rented a small apartment.

After he has all his necessities, he goes to work as soon as he graduates from secondary school.

It was a difficult time for a middle-aged boy to get a job, but there were numerous twats in cheap breeding.

I could rely on the beaten ones and their predecessors for work such as manual labor.

But neither of that, not for long.

Everywhere at work, the reckless and incompetent men were giving them a wide edge, and Integrity had a head-on rivalry with them, sometimes waving their fists.

Jobs are rolled over and bad rumors of cheap breeding spread instantly.

The apartment had a strange cohabitant.

My sister-in-law, four younger girls, loves bows.

Lianzuo never had a decent exchange of words with her.

Both are abandoned by their parents. Integrity hated imitating such a boy and girl licking each other's wounds badly. So he searched for a job, and lost his job, to prove that he could live alone, to feed someone his parents could not.

The heart of honesty became rough every day.

It offended the mood trivially and cleared my worries when I went out into the city. I even thought it would be the right thing to do anymore, to move to such a profession.

At dawn in a fight, it was decided that it was my sister's beloved bow who came to pick up the impregnated cheongsam. Other than her, she wasn't there.

One day, when the apartment rent was also overdue, Love Bow told Chen Jiang.

"I want to work, too," he said.

The heart of your bow is not known for its integrity. But it felt like admitting defeat, and I couldn't allow it to be cheap. First, there are no jobs that can be done in sixth grade.

But my bow says stubbornly.

"Even I want to help."

My bow was a daughter who laughed a lot.

Even though his father had abandoned him, he had never lacked a greeting to Chen Jiu, who was supposed to be a stranger man, and he was always snarling at people to flatter them. Even that was an obstacle to cheap construction.

Lian Jiu throws his beloved bow away.

"Olea, you're not weak people like you. I can do it '.

Shortly after I told him the words, I saw myself in the eyes of my beloved bow looking up at this one.

Is that the face of a 'strong' man?

Aren't you the only unfathomable people who are no different from the men you've beaten up and just put your armor together?

Makoto looked at himself for the first time, and was stunned.

Wasn't that, after all, the very figure of the father who believed himself to be an elite and special being?

Isn't it such a miserable and foolish place to be scattered among people who are weaker than themselves and to ascertain their own existence?

When I realized the gaze of my love bow, which was embracing some emotion, Chen Jiao couldn't say anything.

What I had ever believed to be strength was wrong.

But if you admit it, your life is no longer worth it.

Being here was just two weak creatures.

Love bow, determined to distressed integrity, says.

Tell me about it. Whatever's bothering you, whatever's hard, just tell me. Me too, because I might be able to help 'etc.

Saying such a thing to the daughter of someone else in red, Chen Jiu clasps his mouth.

But over and over again, my bow demands integrity.

"What have you been thinking and feeling to be there? First of all, tell me '.

My bow was even persistent. She is a cohabitant who cannot be evicted. Being betrayed and abandoned, I didn't want to just think about abandoning her. There is no longer a place to escape.

Lianzhui decided to wash her away.

What happened now, there was nothing to be afraid of. Because it was not strong enough to be repaired, etc.

Lian Jing tells all the events since his birth to his sister-in-law, Love Bow.

Families with smooth sails but no love. Cold family. The housekeeper's sympathy. father and mother who were strong. And his father's fall. His leopard weird. Separation from mother. Transformation of the mother. And goodbye.

All night. Lianzhui revealed the inside of his chest, even though he loved his bow.

I had no idea she could understand herself. I'm only a sixth grade daughter.

Against the backdrop of the thought of what would happen if I did this, Chen Jiu didn't stop talking.

That's when I finished telling you everything.

Love bow cried, just cuddled up the integrity.

"How hard was it, how was it..."

Speaking of those words, she was embracing Integrity.

I'm sorry about the sympathy.

Lianzhui shakes off his beloved bow. What do you know about me? Don't underestimate me. I'm strong. It was such a paranoid cheap manipulation, but the truth is, I had no idea what the difference was between a strong or a weak person.

My love bow sees the integrity that exposes his anger, and says even more.

I'll stay by your side and give it to you.

From now on, we'll always be together. "

Rejected or yelled at, treated or neglected by evil.

Still, my bow says that to honesty.

Before that appearance, Chen Jiu accidentally breathed.

A daughter abandoned by her parents sees her son abandoned by her parents and weeps.

How funny that is, and with that in mind.

Lianzhui was attacked by a severe upset.

At that time, before his rambling mad father, his beloved bow tries to embrace him as well, compared to himself, who could only despise him.

Can you fulfill and say 'weak' the girl who can cry for someone that way?

What was true strength and what was weakness?

Myself not leaning on others, rebelling, strong but thus fisting.

And a girl who's weak, but therefore, able to accept someone.

The difference, the boundaries, the difference, the distinction, the integrity shaken the values tremendously.

Recall.

Was the father really, a strong man?

He was originally a weak man, whose weakness prevented him, therefore, from revealing the inside of his chest to someone.

In the first place, are there such things as strong and weak people?

Isn't every man an equally strong and equally weak creature?

Lian Jiao thought of that, looking at his bow.

What he was remembering was the warmth of the housekeeper who once embraced himself.

There was no answer. But Integrity never stopped thinking.

That was because there was certainty that Chen Jiao was one end of what he had been chasing for many years.

Since that day, Integrity has changed.

"... Ooh, I'm home, love bow"

"Welcome back, to! It's ready for dinner!

"...... aah"

Lian Jiao began to tell his love bow what he thought, what he felt, what he felt angry about and what he was happy about.

My sister-in-law was delighted with it, always laughing and listening to me talk about integrity.

"He's a real pain in the ass."

'That's right...

It's terrible how you bully me! I'm going to complain!

'... well, come on. That son of a bitch is so crunchy. "

On days when things were hard at work, even when I got home, I was in a bad mood and sometimes I put my frustration on the table, but even then, my bow was by my side and he listened to me talk about integrity.

The weather was nice. On a day when I touched a trivial delight, such as when the wind was pleasant, when I got home, I decided and my bow didn't have to put it in my mouth, 'How did something good happen to you?' He asked me.

Only when cheap, when your bow laughs, do you notice yourself getting warm in the chest.

When she looks sad, she finds that factor and realizes herself so angry that she wants to smash it.

It was as if only the circumference of his beloved bow was a light for integrity.

What the hell was the life that Lianzhui had ever lived?

Isn't sticking to 'strength' and 'weakness' the tiniest thing ever?

Moonliness, but I learned that if I could live with my beloved bow, I could endure the ordeal together, even if something happened that seemed to break on my own.

And I realized that the community that lives by sharing emotions that way is called the 'family'.

My beloved bow is a sweet daughter to everyone. That's not special because they're cheap opponents. I still have feelings for my family, even for the father who abandoned me.

But I didn't think it was okay to be cheap.

There's too much scum in this world. A loving bow that turns a kind heart to such an opponent is a noble one, and I want to protect her heart like that.

If this is what you call a retrofit, I guess so. Integrity has seen many times in its desolate life that there is someone who does not make sense of kindness.

If she ever finds herself in distress, Chen Jiu will fight to make it easier.

When did Chen Jiao start to think that his arm was for the day?

Chen Jian no longer gets lost.

Deeply distressing is not necessary either.

I don't know what to say. Idiots just have to beat it up, and bastards who rub imitations that use others for their own sake don't like it as much as caries run. I'm not willing to stop a fight, and no matter how many times my love bow scolds me, I'm not willing to bend myself.

But I don't think that's a good idea.

No matter how much you fall, no matter how wrong you do it.

If you still have a bond to be there, scold me, cry for me, and rejoice.

Just one sister-in-law, my beloved bow, because I have a family.

Integrity will never be like a father.

The two, abandoned by their parents and tied together on odd edges, could have become a real family.

That was more than anything, it was certain.

And Lianzhui regains the 'strength' he should have thrown away once.

Stronger than anything. That was the only thing that needed to happen.

……

"N. Well, let's go"

Lianzhui is alone now, conquering forests of different worlds.

Its appearance, exactly alien.

The beasts of the night forest shall also flee.

What he holds in his left hand is a blast spear swahili.

It's like a partner who fought many battles together.

The man's arming goes beyond that.

The number of sheaths on your hips is six.

Left and right, it was like a hook and nail.

Mirage, Yurlungl, Juwayus,

Lobrus, Dineslave, Vasago.

They are all famous crystal swords.

But there was more.

On its back, as it protrudes diagonally, there are three pairs of wings.

Flagelm Day. It was one of the weapons created by the Department of Development against the Giant God.

Lianzhou wore a bandage on his right arm.

It's not a wound. That's what it takes, too.

And finally, there was one cannon that looked up so that it could be incorporated into Flagelm Day.

Its large cylinder, which strikes heaven, is engraved with magic formations everywhere.

Its magic apparatus, which is not supposed to be unleashed on humans, is the trump card 'Leviataine' of the Department of Development, where restrictions have been imposed up to only two shots.

One of these armed men wears them.

Those arms are directed at only one human being.

"Olea, you can't lose anymore... Isa."

Forbidden magician, Ashikazu conquers the forest at night.

To be strong, stronger than anyone, even stronger.

Integrity is ahead of the curse.

In that square through the woods, he waited.

It is one shadow that rises to melt in the midst of the night.

This used to be a wilderness where adventurers invaded and burned down the area.

For that reason, nothing blocks the fight.

We didn't show each other, we didn't meet.

But the two men had chosen the occasion as the stage of the showdown, as if they could be drawn.

……

Sitting on a rock was a man with a black coat, an eyelid.

The atmosphere that the man gives is precisely the mighty himself.

Not the only one.

This Alvaris has the strongest title.

He defeated the head of the Pyril clan called Les Varis, whose teeth were once untouched by Lian Jiu.

The groove of strength, I don't even know how separated it is.

But whatever the man is, Integrity has to cross him.

If he's the strongest, Chen Jiu has to loosen up on it.

For that reason, Lianzhui came here.

Beat down the strongest man, and,

We rob the Great Demon Crystal. That's why we're here.

……

- Once a brave man, Isagi.

The Divine Sword Klausorus and the Crystal Sword Karadoborg.

And the man who manipulates the Divine Deep 'Polar Art' by the Divine Wand Mistrutin.

Power beyond struggle - brilliance and numerous manipulations.

Judgment backed by experience and knowledge and flashes on the battlefield.

It's a finished warrior who takes every single one of them.

But I win.

Whatever means you use.

Illuminated by the moonlight, he was looking up at the night sky.

I can only look at the face of the man I'm going to kill.

The look on Isagi's face made it seem like he was no longer lost.

A strong person is a strong person because there are no mental gaps in it.

Lianzhui stopped looking for the meaning of 'strength' or 'weakness'.

It was supposed to be, but now I can't help but think again.

Maybe that man in front of you is the one who embodies true 'strength'.

The meaning of that word, which was supposed to be a fiction, and was supposed to be a fiction, swings before integrity.

The answer I was after was certainly here.

But...

"Isa."

"Integrity"

When we approached the distance enough for each other's voices to reach, the rabbit's eyes were pointed at us.

Always, as if unchanged, the eyes of a man who praised his pity in serenity.

"Preah left it with the Riminos."

"Right."

Either way, I don't want to take away only the Great Demon Crystal without defeating him, etc.

Where that was done, the isagi would come after the cheap breeding even to the end of the earth.

The scene of the Death Fight just moves to Dinas City, where the Return Summoner is located.

That would involve a lot of people and rain blood on the capital.

For the rabbit and for the cheap breeding, it's not what you want.

Isagi asks at the end.

I can no longer think of it as an administrative procedure, an inquiry to confirm it.

"Do you do it?"

"Ah."

The signs of battle drift colorfully, without crossing into darkness.

Before Isagi, who has always been victorious, Chen Jiu realizes himself that he even feels respect.

I was summoned by this other world, and I asked him for numerous help, and I'm pretty sure he managed to live with it.

Lianzhui could have died by now if it weren't for the rabbit.

Then why should I stand here?

Do I have to point my sword at the man?

That is no longer rational.

In the heart of integrity, there is no hesitation.

I don't even have hatred or anger.

The only thing you two have is what you want to protect, and what you need to protect.

What to do for it, their chosen answer was truly simple.

Its instincts have been engraved in the men's genes since ancient times. History in the name of 'Struggle'.

To awaken now once and for all the process of fighting, winning, which continues from primitive times.

They had no choice but to fight when they differed in what they believed.

The men fight.

Bet on the Great Demon Crystal.

There was no need for anything else, like why.

A sham that fills the distance unwrought and a rabbit that rises rather than intercepts him.

The two are slowly approaching.

One step, another.

In the woods at night with cool winds.

The voices of every creature turn away.

……

No longer past the reach of the sword, men and men line up beside each other.

I tried to make a mistake, at that moment.

- Moved first, it was cheap.

One of the six crystal swords available, the "Invincible Glow Sword" Juwayus, was pulled out with an empty hand by Chen Jiao holding the spear.

An indefensible blow that rips through space, leaving only the result of just slashing the event, leaves sound and resistance behind. Doubling his physical abilities by his brilliance, it was a knife of Kaishin without any doubt: timing, angle, speed.

The opposing Isagi bows down and strikes out the Divine Sword Klausorus.

Its slaughter by means of a knife extraction technique, even though delayed, is still fast. The silver sword in the opposite hand had severed the body of Juwayus from the inside. The sword that returns blinks in the dark night.

But Chen Jiao, has already retreated from the spot. If I hadn't let go of Juwayus, I'm pretty sure his arm would have been severed.

……

A rabbit that once again holds the crow solus in its sheath.

Seeing that tattered look of him, the sweat - unconsciously - passes down the back of the integrity.

Still a rabbit.

When and what slaughter you get at any moment, it's like nothing moves.

With this degree of assault, we cannot defeat him. If it's a melee, all the more so.

This is the shark.

Isagi dropped his gaze on the lid, and then again saw Jianzuo.

He takes off his eyelids. The red eyes shining at night were like that of the Reaper.

"You've grown stronger, Chelsea."

He stares at the rabbit from the ground up, and he also pours his chest into his soul and turns it into a struggle.