Giruku Sleman.

A samurai who served the king in a certain country.

Since childhood, he has been instilled with the belief of allegiance to the king, and everything is for the king and the country, even if the king asks him to kill himself, I am afraid that Giruku's foolish loyalty will not hesitate at all.

Such a loyal man, who has been accompanied by martial arts since birth, and is convinced that his sword can save the country, has ushered in a tragic strange road.

The king died because of the work of the state, and the successor to the throne was a faint king.

In order to satisfy their own desires and hypocritical tranquility, the king and the prime minister betrayed Giruku, who had been fighting desperately for the country, and his companions in exchange for a peaceful exchange of the enemy state.

The man fled from the rancid country at the cost of his companions' lives, and landed on the island of Askar.

The guys on the island are good people, and even if Giruku is an unidentified foreigner, they don't reject him in the slightest and save his life.

When he first saw the girl, Giruku seemed to see a pure white angel coming from heaven to earth. The girl's innocence, innocence and immaculate saved Giruku, whose heart was like ashes. Giruku Sleman thought to himself, "If my rusty sword is to protect the angel, then it doesn't hurt to die of old age on this island.

The first wishes are all good, and the countless realities in this world are all good wishes at the beginning.

Three years, just three years. Watching the iron sword behind him gradually grow rust that could not be shaved off, Giruku Slyman panicked. It is precisely because I once enjoyed the magnificence and magnificence that I am now on this impoverished island with nothing that I find that my heart still has nostalgia for that glitzy scene.

Even if they are betrayed, deceived, and played with dirty lies again and again. But can you really give up that dazzling yet filthy brilliance? You know that living in that glamorous world called "civilization", those dishes, those drinks, those luxurious entertainment, these are all poisons that permeate your vitality, but when you get used to all this, can you really give up everything and return to the embrace of nature, and taste the sweet and bitter freshness?

Can't do it......

Once you have seen the scene above the sky, you will never forget it...... Yes...... That place...... It's so fascinating......

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That's not the case!

There are people struggling in a crimson world!

It's not like that!

Right! Beauty! Honor! Delicacies! Desire!

The ...... that made it all happen It's power!

What I'm really afraid of...... It's the decline of one's own strength......

So! When I saw that person appear, what was stirred up in my heart was not fear and anger, but ambition!

What a jealous power that young man possessed!

The power that crushes everything is beauty! More beautiful than anything else! In this world, at this moment, at this second, there is nothing more exciting than winning that arrogant imp!

So I pray! Sword! Even if it takes my life and ravages my soul! Give me strength!

Askar Island was covered in crimson darkness, and all the light was sucked away, as if the only light source in this world was that bewitching red moon!

"Mr. Wren!!"

As the childish roar sounded, Wren instinctively raised his hand and took the sword steadily.

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Glancing at it from the corner of his eye, Wren recognized this brilliant love sword, he didn't know that this was one of the twelve craftsmen of the Supreme Great Quick Sword, but he knew that this sword was extraordinary!

"Tsk...... Nosy ......"

muttered to himself in that unhappy voice, but the body did not refuse the gift.

"It's ...... Good...... Such...... Only...... Fair...... ......"

The staccato words expressed Giruku's limits, and his long brown-green hair turned pale for a moment as the words ended...... As if he had not been cursed by the Seven Star Sword, Giruku's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his fighting spirit was higher than ever! Like...... Burn life!

His sturdy body pressed down slightly, his legs were stretched apart in lunges, and he posed with a sword in one hand!

The ominous wind swept in all directions with him as the center, and in an instant, the sand and rocks were chaotic, only the center of the chaos, a touch of enchanting fluorescence comparable to the bright moon!

"Hoo ......"

In the midst of this fierce wind that can kill ordinary people, except for the trench coat draped over his shoulders was blown away, Wren stood still, he exhaled softly, swept away the laziness on his face, and looked directly at Giruku at this moment with a serious meaning.

"If you want to do it, don't you do it, this time...... Don't let me down. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the meteor blade in front of him at will, and held it on his shoulder like a street brawler, completely unable to see what kind of posture he had or what kind of sword moves he would make.

At this moment, the crystal clear blade of the Mutsu Mori Meteor Sword suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance! The golden brilliance rendered the originally transparent blade bright! This is not an anomaly that can be done by refracting light, but from the dazzling brilliance of the blade itself of unknown material! Unable to get close to the battlefield of the two people at all, Ryuzaki Kazuaki's face changed suddenly after seeing this scene, and then muttered to himself with a wry smile of relief......

"Mr. Wren...... You're really strong......"

The victory was decided in a split second.

With a brilliant ability, he couldn't capture when the two people switched places, and in an instant, the world suddenly opened up, and the originally collapsed island of Aska was pulled by gravity again and fell! The full moon of the silver-white color is still as high as it has never been red.

There was no change of emotion on Wren's calm face that could be captured, he just took two steps forward calmly, slowly returning the blade that no longer glowed to the sheath.

Girouku walked forward with the same calm opposite to Rennes, with a steady pace and no trembling.

Victory?

Negative?

Ka!

The blade returned to the sheath with a clear sound!

Giruku, five steps to blood splatter!

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Giruku's fallen body is no longer strong, and Giruku is in his last years of life after burning everything and giving everything, even if he wins in the end, he will not escape death......

His muscles began to wither, his fingers began to sand for no apparent reason, and his face changed from a sturdy middle-aged man to a boneless old man.

"Ahem...... Ha ha...... I...... Lost ......"

"Ah, yes."

“…… Not...... I...... Very strong...... ......."

"Ah, yes."

“…… Scold...... Scammers ......"

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