A sharp cry pierces the air as a griffon swoops down from above. Jin, wielding his Sasayuki, counters with a magical blade—a gust of wind known as “Flying Strike.” The invisible blade becomes a whirlwind, slashing through the enemy. The griffon, in agony, roars and retreats back into the sky. Jin wipes sweat from his…
The griffon, having its wings severed by Jin, lost its posture midair and crashed to the ground with all its momentum. The Boss, who had not noticed the presence of the magical beast, was surprised to see the griffon crash down so close, exclaiming in shock. Jin called out sharply to the Boss. “Boss, get…
That day, the unit where Jin found sanctuary—the warrior clan of the phantom burial—was attacked by monsters. It happened on the very day they were to join forces with the Kamuna clan, a perfect surprise attack slipping through the gaps in the lookout’s vigilance. If one were to defend the sentries, it was not because…
Jin moved his hands frantically. Exposed to stifling heat for hours, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. However, the overwhelming number of enemies left Jin with no time to even wipe his sweat away. “Newcomer, here’s more for you! Don’t dawdle!” “Yes, boss!” With a thud, a basket was placed roughly before him, piled…
“Leaving the island—are you serious about this, Jin?” “Yes, Brother. I would not jest about such a matter.” The young man—Mitsurugi Jin—responds with eyes full of determination to his brother, Mitsurugi Kazuma. Kazuma sighs softly upon seeing that gaze. He already knew his brother was serious when Jin entered the room saying, “I have something…
The sun hovered weakly in the sky over Mount Taikouzan, as if it were a heat haze. Looking up at a light source that less reliable than the moon, I recalled the words of Sozai from earlier. “By the selfless maiden Sophia Azurite, who invited the god into her own body to save all lives…
The founder of the Mitsurugi family. The originator of the Phantom Blade Style. A hero who sealed the Demon God and saved the world three hundred years ago. The First Sword Saint, Mitsurugi Kazuma. Of course, I knew that name. It was a name I had heard so many times since childhood that I was…
“Ursula, I’m planning to stay in the Demon Realm a bit longer to investigate various matters. What about you? Are you going to continue accompanying me?” “—Eh?” “—Hm?” Upon throwing out a seemingly harmless question, her reaction resembled a pigeon that had been shot by a peashooter. I tilted my head in confusion. “Is something…
The unreliable sun of the Demon Realm, like a heat haze, sinks, enveloping Mount Taikouzan in the curtain of night. In a corner of the fort, Ursula Utgarza sat alone, confronting her own worries as she was swept by the night wind. She heard about the connection between the Temple of the Light God and…
When I returned to the sickroom with Claira and the others, Klimt was in the midst of drinking water, sitting up from the waist. Klimt, who had lost his right arm, was holding a wooden bowl with his left hand. Next to him, Lan was supporting him to prevent water from spilling out of the…