Next to the house of Eight Keys Shuiming is the Swordsmanship Dojo.

The dojo was opened there because the dojo teacher was a friend of my father, and Shuiming moved next door at the suggestion of my father at an early age.

Swordsmanship is an old-fashioned sword handed down from an era older than the Warring States, named Club Galleroni Phantom Sword. It takes its name from the Clarigaro Dragon, one of the incarnations of the Real King, and is passed down from the origin that the Real King surrenders the devil, not only to slay people, but also as a sword to slay outsiders, demons and monsters.

Regardless, not only is it passed on, but the dojo teacher beside teaching swordsmanship, makes it a business to slay both the creatures that spread throughout the world behind it, and her daughter, Hatsumi Decaya, has also slaughtered the creatures in the other world about her father.

Because of all the circumstances, she also doesn't know that Shuiming is a magician or that Shuiming knows that there is a business behind her in Hatsumi's house - whatever that is.

Her sword's strength is quite high enough to say that her father, Shiro Decaying Leaf Mirror, is a waste of time being a woman. Although there are only a few actual fights, including interpersonal fights, I can presume that he probably would have had the strength of the Seven Swords at the time he was over there.

And she was pressing herself to make a choice at the moment.

"- So, you want people called? Or do you want to be slaughtered right now?

"As far as I'm concerned, I want to reject both. 'Cause they both look tough."

"I'm in trouble now. Because there's a man in my room I don't know."

"Give me a break..."

Shuiming holding his head out. Having played with her since she moved in and learned the sword with her, she is now lightly unable to sit back and "unplugged" against herself - taking what is commonly referred to as a living arrangement. Drifting killing is a sure sign that this is not a joke. If you imitate it funny, you'll have to run the sheath too.

But I didn't know you were suffering from amnesia. To see how she was doing, I went to take her if possible, but we all had no idea how to act on this.

If you don't remember the rest of the world, you won't get credit for how much you complained about it here. Even if we rely on witchcraft, there is no such thing as witchcraft to cure memory loss. There is a technique of intervening in the brain and rewriting and messing with memories, but if the procedure involves forcing the memories to be exposed, there is no doubt that it puts a lot of strain on the brain.

That's the headache. It was as if there was no hands-on arrangement to improve the situation.

I still have to talk to you until you believe me.

"Sooo."

I can inadvertently hear such a first-beauty breath.

Her specialty is a long one with four feet of body and eight inches of pattern. By the way, it has an unusual decoration, but it would have been made by touching a Japanese sword to see the shape. Perhaps in that red sheath there must be a metallic body of opposite worlds.

And where I am right now is where the three inches of sword tip arrive. In other words, it will be within her time.

No, for her, it would be in time, even if that cut didn't reach this body.

Yes, swordsmen with more power than a certain amount have more than brackets, such as the length of their swords and the length of their arms. It is not physically possible, but it is said that the vulgar Yokoyun, the horizontal one-letter technique, takes everything that lies ahead of its sword flash.

And her school makes it possible, too, to be nothing more than an unusual sword.

"Clarigarodorani Phantom Sword Decaying Leaf Stream. Amnesia, but you haven't forgotten the sword."

When Shuiming says with a nasty sweat, Hatsumi gives a slightly surprised look.

"You know what?

"That's why I told you earlier that I'm familiar with childhood..."

"I don't trust you like that"

"Why not?

"Anything, then how did you get in here like this? Why don't you visit me from the front?

"I couldn't do that, so I took this approach."

"Huh. It doesn't mean you can't do it."

"Well, then you're rational..."

and seep through the twitch. A gatekeeper, but a guard soldier, but they are the ones who "believe" when I say childhood training.

"Then can you prove it? Sure, you seem to know about my sword, but maybe you can use some trick to find out, like a wizard or a demon tribe. So knowing that doesn't guarantee that you're my childhood friend."

"Gu..."

At the mercy of Hatsumi, Shuiming gets stuck in words. Certainly she is right, there is no conclusive evidence that we can immediately show with this right now. Although the photo taken with Hatsumi's family is stored on the cell phone, the cell phone is out of battery and cannot be used long ago.

Then do you want to take him by force? But doing that doesn't bring back memories, and if you kidnap the First Brave, the noise becomes outrageous.

It was that time when Mitsumi was trapped in thought and stuck in action.

From the hallway, I hear violent footsteps. Has anyone detected the anomaly? There was no time for Shuiming to perform magic, and the woman's voice came through the door.

"Hatsumi!? What's wrong!?

"Huh!? Selfie! Intruder!

"The intruder is me!?

"You'll be the only one!

A blade that flashes with words. When Shuiming flies back to the window to dislike it, the tip of the machete changes the orbit to a right angle, suddenly changing from a giraffe to a poke. With the sharp sound of the thick wind caused by the torn air, the tip of the corrosive silver (misthrill) struck by the torso stretches toward the belly.

Shuiming shrugged it in inches and fled towards the back of the room.

"Stop, you're going to kill me!?

"I'm just going to skewer it a little bit. Don't worry, I'll take the steeple off properly."

"There's no such thing as too much noise to make you feel safe!

Shortly afterwards, bang! and the door is opened. It was the person with the green robe who came into the room. She was probably the woman who spoke to Hatsumi earlier, the wizard who was on the mountain bike during the parade.

"Hatsumi! Are you okay?"

"Yeah. This guy's the intruder. - Come on, watch it."

"I don't know who you are or how you broke into the palace, but there's no escape."

They're right. The doors are held down, the windows are in between the swords of Hatsumi, and this place, which cannot reach the cutting edge, is also in between by means of a bladed machete.

But...

"If there's no escape, you just have to make it!

"Nah!?

――

Gather magic in your fists and slap them against the wall at once with the exercise of magic. The protruding positive fist generated intense shock waves around him, accompanied by a scatter of ether winds, and from the moment he crashed into his fist the wall smashed into fine dust and blew away.

I hear a groan with evil in it from behind. I guess because I have to focus on protecting myself from shock waves. In the meantime, Shuiming jumped out of the big hole she had opened herself.

The building is four floors long. And the place you're currently on is its fourth floor. However, there is no need to worry about such things as high altitude and low altitude when it comes to magicians.

In the shade of night, the sound of cutting the wind flows from the bottom to the top, and soon the ground approaches. Shortly after she landed fine by sorcery, how could the voice of the woman that Hatsumi earlier called Selfi be transmitted to her ears?

"An intruder appeared in the palace. He's a man with dark hair and a green jacket. After breaking into the brave Hatsumi's room, he fled to the courtyard. All guards to the courtyard... I repeat..."

It's a concise alarm. Is the woman in the earlier robe a wizard and also a wind man? My voice is in the wind and circling every corner.

You heard that alarm, or you'll hear footsteps right away. Shuiming also runs towards the edge of the site, but soldiers with swords gushed straw from all directions.

"There he is! There!"

"Spread out and surround! Never let a werewolf break into a palace escape!

"Shit... don't come out long"

Was it a bad place to get off? In the middle of the courtyard, there is no place to hide yourself, and there is a good distance to flying buildings.

As Shuiming was about to be surrounded by soldiers, a familiar man appeared from behind him.

"Am I right? You're a little brother before this!?

It was Gaius Fauburne, the man we met at the diner, who shouted surprises.

Behind the walls of the building, Shuiming replies in a less critical tone.

"Ah, old man, you've seen me again. Long time no see."

"It's been a long time, not even an old man, Cora! How do you know you're an intruder?

"No, there are deeper circumstances to this than the Mariana Trench."

"You're in love, aren't you? You gonna punch me?"

"No, in this case, he's going to be slaughtered by another guy before his old man hits him"

Looking at the soldiers on the side, I could see them pulling out their swords and letting their eyes dazzle. The palace, and the intrusion into the brave men's room, made them all look quite angry.

Eventually, one or another, something comes along. The hedges of the soldiers crack, from which, in a relaxing foothold, one of Hatsumi's companions appears on a mountain bike. Did you indeed say Weitzer Larheusen, Prince of Meersen?

"Gaius. You know this man?

"I said I knew him, but I just knew him in a mess shop."

"Right."

With words so convincing, he pulls out his sword and utters his mouth.

"The undelivered. Besides breaking into this Karnas palace, you know what happens when even the lashes enter the bedroom of the Palace of the Brave?

In Weitzer's quiet, but intimidating tone, Shuiming returns a grand sigh.

"I don't know... I just came to see someone I know."

"You know him?

"It's about Hatsumi. He had amnesia, and he didn't get it together at all."

........

"Give me a word-of-mouth. Lord Brave is a man summoned from another world. There's no way we know each other in this world."

Gaius with a whispering frown and a strange face and Weitzer breaking off as something that doesn't clog Shuiming's statement. Seeing the two of them like that, Shuiming drops her shoulders and sighs.

"Then I'll say so..."

Gaius rubs his fist and sounds pompous.

"Well, whatever. I need to hear a lot from you. Make yourself comfortable."

"It's not an atmosphere where you treat me with respect."

"Naturally. You don't need pity for an intruder. I just don't get cut off. Thank you."

Whilst Gaius has become somewhat more softer in attitude, Weitzer is less obnoxious.

The soldiers around them are already in a state of battle, creating a swordswallowing atmosphere.

We missed the chance to escape, so we'll have to do something about the soldiers in front of us first, and Gaius, Weitzer, to get out of here.

"Can't we..."

Shuiming mourns with exhalation the current state of affairs that just stays unchanged.

Then he fell into the shadows, even though his surroundings were beneath the moonlight.