Fate
"It's been 15 years. General."
A strange man stands before me.
Around him lie several soldiers, their heads separated.
"……Who?"
"Did you forget me? Is the core of the sword I stabbed you with still there?"
"......!?"
Blood circulates throughout my body
Heat builds up in my body
"Uoooooooohhhh!"
I howl with emotion.
This wound
This pain
This smell
I can't help but want to kill this man.
"Die...!"
I slashed the spear to the side
I swung with all my might, intending to kill.
"Fuu!"
But the enemy hooks his heel on that spear and jumps up easily.
"Youuuu...!"
I thrust it to the enemy who is in the air
Easily
He dodged by kicking the body of the spear tip.
"I will attack from here too!"
The enemy's sword is too long
However, it is as long as a sword.
Compared to my spear, the blade can't reach.
It was supposed to be
"Gah…"
The blade certainly didn't reach me, that's how it should be.
However, blood flows from the elbow joint where the gap in the armor is, causing pain.
"Well, the armor is thicker than I imagined."
The enemy's sword swings again
I block it with the spear
Sure enough, I parried the sword.
The jewel on the tip of the enemy's sword glowed slightly, and the hilt of the spear was cut off.
"You… magic… huh!"
"No, this is not magic."
The sword is swung
I rush forward with the intention of blocking it with the shortened spear.
"Don't... underestimate... me!"
"Yes, I won't underestimate you."
I lost everything from the elbow down along with the armor.
With that one blow, I finally understood the enemy's attack.
"I see... that's true... it's not magic..."
"…I will end this fate!"
A sword is thrust through the gap in my armor.
Same position as 15 years ago
I hear the sound of metal hitting in my ears
The sword is pulled out.
With a sharp pain, the core of the sword that had been stuck inside for 15 years pushed through.
It's a fatal injury
The core of the sword was tangled and all my stuff splattered.
Anyone can see it
In a few seconds, I'm going to die.
So at least
I want to die after taking off this armor.
"Ah...... how... pleasant... the... wind is......"
I'm going to die anyway.
I don't care about the way people look at me
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