"Hoo ......"

Fukae walks slowly through the comic convention hall.

Behind him, a female upper-master is hooking up with a Rem of an unknown gender.

In places like this, gender has always been a vague concept.

Of course, for the current Shenhui, there is also race......

"Hey, are you still there?"

Fukae tried to communicate with the sword in her hand.

However, he did not receive any response.

It's just that Shen Hui has a vague sense of déjà vu: he feels the sword "glare" at him coldly.

This is a demonic sword in the truest sense of the word......

Well, even though it would be nice to say that the forger is a pure mortal thing......

"You didn't forge me, mortal!"

In Fukami's ears, a dull and majestic roar sounded.

Yazarcana, a little demon who feeds on negative emotions.

It doesn't sound like a hand.

However, the overall ability of the actual performance is not bad.

"You splashed a cloud of ink on the paper, and somebody made a picture of it, and you thought that the painting should have your name engraved on it?"

The demon said sarcastically.

"yes, maybe I should have made a dung fork then."

Fukae couldn't help but shoot back.

Fortunately, it's a comic con, and no one will be surprised by your sudden self-talk.

Even, I will think about what kind of stalk or origin your sudden self corresponds to.

This made Fukae feel quite relaxed.

But it also made him wonder the real reason for the long birth.

Is it a gathering of a group of two-dimensional enthusiasts, or is it the reason for some demons and monsters to let off steam.

Intractable ......

Fukae shook his head, he was starting to lose some of his understanding of the world.

Maybe I can make something more interesting, though.

Instead, some delicate playthings......

Fukae suddenly thought.

Before that, he also had some kind of enthusiastic idea of becoming a sword hero, or the elder brother of a sword master.

But just after getting this sword today.

Fukae felt that she didn't seem to be that material.

In the hallucination of the sword, he saw a continuous, never-ending slaughter.

Then, he threw up, very badly......

As a result, the Sword of Azarkana despised it.

Shen Hui felt that he might have exhausted his life's killing intent.

Kills of no more than one palm are also carried out at most.

And that, in the hallucination he saw, was only a fleeting death......

"That's not bad either—if it's you, the fork will get its full chance to show itself."

The demonic sword named Yazarcana said.

"But you made a sword, a sword of killing!"

"And you, on the other hand, turned down the invitation to kill! Just take me around and hang out! ”

The voice of the Demon Sword suddenly became angry!

"So do you prefer to be crushed into slag by artillery fire, or are you broken down into various samples little by little on the cutting machine?"

Fukae was unmoved, but asked rhetorically.

The Demon Sword was silent, just when Fukae thought that the other party was persuaded by him.

It suddenly opened its mouth:

"There is no destructive research that can be done alone."

"Ahem... Ahem..."

Shenhui: ???

The sudden change in painting style made him cough violently.

"Are you cos?"

Suddenly, a girl passing by helped Shen Hui pat her on the back.

Then, looking at Fukami, who had recovered, asked.

"No, it's his brother......"

"I'm practicing the sword soul - communicating with my own sword."

Shen Hui said as she played with the long sword in her hand.

Then, as scheduled, his ears rang "Don't use me to pick up girls!" The roar of rage.

However, Shenhui plucked out his ears and ignored them.

In fact, the material of this sword has not changed in any way, which is something that Fukami did not expect.

It successfully passed the security check at the gate, which means it is most likely the same wooden structure it used to be.

But it is also possible that there is some unknown force on it that has helped it evade detection by detection instruments.

It's just that......

Judging from the abilities that this sword is showing now, Fukae thinks it is unlikely.

After successfully taking a photo with her sister and adding contact information to each other, Fukae feels a little better.

Except for a few more angry roars in my ears, it wasn't a bad thing.

Maybe?

At this moment, a cosmist in a gray robe in the crowd walked towards him.

It's hard to describe how she feels at the moment.

It's as if everything was just a game, and now it's time for some kind of pivotal, historic CG.

The bustling crowd around them and their gaudy or bewitching decorations seem to turn black and white at this moment.

Only the color of the gray-robed man was more distinctive.

He walked up to Fukami, and under the hood was an old face.

It doesn't feel like some kind of decoration, because the other person's eyes contain features that can't be simulated by certain paints and colors.

That's a long time of weight......

"You almost fooled me."

This is the first sentence that the other person says.

His voice was not old, nor was it youthful or more intense.

It's like a neat commentary, not mixed with a little personal emotion.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing."

The other party said.

Fukae looked at the other party's eyes as blue and transparent as the sky, and was speechless for a while.

"Seeking in the vastness of time and space, exploring in endless repetition, something new and interesting or a soul is always extra comfortable."

"So I want to give you something."

The other party continued.

"A hammer?"

What made Fukami's eyes widen was:

After the other party said this, a giant hammer suddenly appeared on his right hand, emitting lava and fire.

That should be an illusion.

But even if it's just an illusion, Fukae can feel the power hidden therein.

"Or another sword......"

Following the other party's gaze, Fukae felt the sword in his hand tremble.

"The power of mortal nature alone cannot control demons."

"You still need ...... Wind ......"

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Shen Hui felt a gust of wind coming from the surface.

Although she hasn't seen it yet, Fukae knows what it is.

Wind Sword - The mortal sword used by Yongen during his lifetime......

Fukae feels that the style of painting in the world has changed too quickly.

More often than the makeup on the little girl's face......

But as a "mortal" in the mouth of a demonic sword, what can he do?

If it was a game, he could still calmly think about whether it was all a hoax or not.

Or whether the other party's choice includes more openings or traps.

But now, under the other party's indescribable aura, Fukae feels that she is back to her student days......

"I choose the hammer ......"

After hesitating for a while, Shen Hui said.

"So, as you wish......"

The man said.

Subsequently, Shenhui saw the endless firelight overwhelming.

His ways are revealed in the molten fire......