In a room in the basement of that same guild hall, which was nowhere to be seen, another battle of a different kind was about to come to its conclusion.
　The faded indigo wallpaper, combined with the dim indirect lighting, gave the room a submarine atmosphere at night. Recalling the maze that led to this parlor, Rainesia gulped and cleared her throat. It was rude of her to be a princess, but there was an unstoppable frightening feeling rising in her heart that she couldn't stop.
　I've had meetings with various nobles.
　It was a hassle every time, but Reinesia didn't know of any instance where she felt so anxious. It was the first time I was reminded of what it was like to be consumed by the atmosphere, not by what was said. It's a feeling of being swallowed up by an eerie atmosphere, quite different from the awe I remember from my grandfather Sergiad and Krusty the Specter Change.
　I'm conscious of trying to relax my hands, clutching my handkerchief in my lap.
　If you're not conscious of it, you're going to cling to such a thin cloth.
　A warm hand is gently placed on Reinesia's shoulder. It's Miss Henrietta. She is one of Akiva's most talented girls. The relieving touch almost made Reinesia turn around to express her gratitude, but she suppressed it with a force of will.
　It's important to have a conversation with the man sitting on the sofa in front of you, the violet star.
　The young chieftain of the Sacrifice (Kunie) clan was smiling, whether he had one or not. It was a generous attitude that made me wonder if it was all in my imagination when I had visited him at the house of the water maple where Reinesia resides and apologized with a shio-like expression.
　It's not the same as being fearless. Nor is it provocative.
　It was probably the man's true expression, Reinesia was convinced. Maybe he had been catfishing at the last press conference. It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to get the same thing pointed out to you by Elyssa all the time, but still, I regained my composure.

''Are you sure you are sure you want to block the magic path from the magic circle to the 'power armor'?
Yes, sir.
　Reinesia replied.
　I've been repeating this since the time I visited the Akiva's sacrificial clan's headquarters, this underground mansion. You can't be sure of that. The sacrificial retinue in black jackets should have already gone to work on the shutdown.
　This question would be the final confirmation.
''If the magic supply is cut off, the magic circle for the city's defense will also lose its ability. It will take a decade to restart it.''
　Reinesia nodded clearly at the inquiring look.
'Yes, sir. 'Yes, sir.'
The Akiva Guard system is being shut down.
Yes,
This city will be unprotected.
Yeah.
　Reinesia answers without hesitation.
　There is no such thing as being lost - absolutely.
　It's obvious. Even at this moment when I'm pretending to be calm, I feel like I'm going to cry with regret and fear.
　Why me, I wonder.
　Why did I do this, I wonder.
　If I could escape, I would make any kind of apology to get away.
　That's a given. It's natural.

　But I've made up my mind. I made the decision to ask for it.
　I remember now. What did this Violet Star do to me that day?
　This young man had come to ask Reinesia to make a decision for him. He had returned to Reinesia with all his belongings. Probably with this slight smile on his face. It was probably calculated.
　It's not fair, Reinesia thought, I don't want you to mess around. This mismanagement was caused by the sacrificial clan. Why not let the sacrificial clan make the decision and bear the responsibility? The sacrificial clan should settle the case and pay for the damage immediately.
　If there wasn't such a convenient solution, then at least the Violet Star could shut down the magic supply on its own. As the person in charge. And when it became a problem, all the people of Akiba could throw stones at him - that's what I thought.

　But that, come to think of it, was exactly what Reinesia was planning to do.
　When Reinesia found out about this one, she had thought to contact her grandfather, Lord Sergiad, for example. Or she had thought of crying to Krusty. Wouldn't that be a way of throwing the responsibility for the decision to them?　I can't tell Reinesia that I've never done anything like that before. No, Reinesia had done all those things before.
　The Violet Star looked just like Reinesia.

　And the girl in black ran out into the city.
　At that moment, Reinesia thought.
　Oh, that was convenient.
　Of course, if the Adventurers found out about this incident, it could cause serious conflict between the Daichi and the Adventurers. As Corwin's daughter and a nobleman of Yamato, I must absolutely prevent this from happening. But on the other hand, just as I was nodding off as usual, a girl from the Adventurer jumped into the case on her own, conveniently revealing a solution. Moreover, I've been eavesdropping, and the situation progressed without Reinesia having to make a decision.
　It was true that he thought for a moment like that.
　That's why Reinesia noticed. The responsibility that the Violet Star had imposed on Reinesia was a responsibility that Reinesia had been imposing on the people around her without enduring it since she was born until now. The frustration that Reinesia feels for the young man in front of her is exactly what she should be feeling for herself.

　Of course, I consulted with Liese and Henrietta about this matter. I'm sure that the Round Table has been informed through them. But the decision was made by Reinesia. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this in the future. It's not just because she was uncomfortable with what was done to her.
　The Violet Star is an earthling, and Reinesia is an earthling, no matter how much you try to explain it. You can't just ask the adventurers to do the same thing.
　The adventurer and the earthling are two different kinds of beings.
　If I were to speak plainly, the Daichijin are less powerful than the Adventurer. But that's precisely why they have a line of demarcation that cannot be crossed. If the Daichijin's strength is weak, they will admit that they are not only weak, but inferior to the adventurer. Then we will not be able to hold hands with each other. --we won't be able to be friends.
　Elissa's words come back to my ears.
　Raynesia stopped pretending to be something she wasn't and stared at Violet Star.

It was not only the sacrificial family's fault, but the Daichijin's as well. It was not only the sacrificial family's fault, but also the Daichijin's fault for not providing sufficient security. You must admit that clearly. Based on that, we have determined that the best thing we can do now is to stop the supply of magic.
....
We must do what we can to apologize to the Adventurers. This time, that means stopping the magic circle.
It might cause greater inconvenience.
　Reinesia is at a loss for words to make that point.
　It's obvious. Reinesia was not personally responsible for all the consequences of this incident. Or, indeed, who could bear such responsibility?　The responsibility of making a decision that would put a number of irreplaceable human lives on the line. Raynesia mumbled the word God in her mouth. It's a boring, lonely word.
　But it is a nobleman who bears the responsibility that cannot be borne.
　Sometimes it is the aristocracy that shows courage, even if it means crucifying them.
　Reynesia has been taught that lesson by her revered grandfather.
　Its teachings, like belief in God, were insubstantial, but in Reinesia they are solid and tactile truths. Raynesia nodded a few times, moving her head as if it were out of oil. It was a disgusting gesture.
'Not to worry, sir.'
　But Henrietta, standing behind her, called out to encourage Reinesia. Dressed in the uniform and cape that represents the legitimate envoy of the Round Table, Henrietta's voice is clear and unambiguous.
This matter is already known to the Round Table. We would like to assume that they agree with our decision to shut down the magic circle.
"I have the backing of the Round Table.
'I'm not backing you up. I'm not backing you, I'm just a roommate living in the city of Akiva, helping to bring the situation under control. And I believe that those roommates include the sacrificial clan - am I wrong in that perception?
Is that rhetoric from Lord Siloe?
No.
　I could hear Henrietta's voice stiffen at the last exchange.
　I didn't know what kind of meaning the exchange meant, but Reinesia was staring at Violet Star the whole time, determined not to take a step back.

''........I understand. This time, even though the cause of this one incident, it is certain that the sacrificial clan failed in their security. They have left a stain on our proud, centuries-long history of magical operations and defense. The sin of being distracted by the plagues of heaven that came from the continent and underestimating the threat from the west is all on me.
.........Lord Violet Star?
　Most of the words that the young man in front of him, half-eyed, began to speak were impossible for Reinesia to make sense of. The words were mysterious and foreboding, but most of them slipped through Reinesia's fingers.
(Because this person........this sacrificial clan is something different from the Earthlings (us).......
You're right. I guess we have to do something we can do, too. Not a rejection, but a new step. I'm sorry for trying last time. And I would like to owe you this one, Mr. Reinesia.
　Raising her face, Violet Star revealed a sincere expression. It was the first time Raynesia had ever seen it. However, when he changed to that smile that didn't grasp the meaning, he growled, "I'd most likely like to return the debt to another person, though.
　Apparently, Violet Star had tested her.
　Reinesia finally came to that realization. The last meeting was a test that Violet Star had conducted on Reinesia. Reinesia understood that without knowing the purpose or the result of it. That was very troubling. Despite the fact that Reinesia was not at all suited to the task, this violet star, the violet star, the youkai mind peeps, and the demon with the white glasses were all planning to make Reinesia carry a heavy load on her shoulders.

''It looks like we're ready,''
　As the young man of the clan gave an earful to Violet Star, he told Raynesia.
　Raynesia turned around and looked up at Henrietta for the first time over her shoulder to return the answer. The bespectacled genius with her honey-colored hair twitching had a peculiar expression as she stared into the distance. She mumbles a few words in a small voice.
'Ten more........five........ I understand. In one minute.
　Checking Henrietta, who was nodding, probably awakened from her telepathic conversation, Reinesia announced in a clear voice.

''Yes. I will make a formal request. The urban defensive magic circle that protects this Akiva, please cut off its magic supply route.''
　A minute later, a ripple that resembled a small sigh from a giant spread across Akiba's streets.
　The "Eji" system, which boasted of absolute invincibility, had been shut down.



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"Ten meters ... five meters ... contact! (Engage)
　A pretty voice echoed in the street.
　The sudden appearance of a massive stone body, which Akatsuki avoided as if he knew it. The "megalithic soldier" (golem), which resembles a locomotive made of gray granite, swung a powerful arm as big as a car.
　Even the killer, as expected, was not ready to accept the attack. It was a brilliant evasion. I'm sure you'll find that the attackers have a wide range and penetrating power, but the speed itself is not that great. It's easy to evade them.
　However, that was also part of Akatsuki's calculations.
　The Fatal Ambush aimed at the flank of the killer who had evaded the attack of the Giant Stone Soldier. This technique, named after an ambush, has a long activation time, commonly known as the Tame-Time. It's an attack move that's hard to pull off against a fast opponent. You can launch this attack from a blind spot using a combination of the Giant Stone Soldier and a blindfold.
　The reward for this difficult attack came in the form of damage dealt to the murderer.
　Akatsuki ducked and ducked from the enraged Tsubanari and blizzard. Averted by only a few inches. I'm sure you'll be able to see that the blizzard was not enough to dodge, but the megalithic soldiers made up for it. Akatsuki got away from the cold air by stepping into its huge shadow.
　But in return, the megalithic soldier freezes with a cracking sound.
　The megalithic soldier lives up to its image of a massive body with a huge HP. However, when I say large, I mean large in the class of minions summoned by the Summoner. These squire-class summoned creatures have only about a third of the combat ability of an adventurer of the same level. That means they have only a third of the HP. Even if the megalithic soldiers were biased towards defense and toughness, their HP would not even reach Akatsuki.
　However, they could withstand the killer's attack for five seconds, and if they had five seconds, Akatsuki and the others could move on.

"Heartbeat Healing......... Hoi.
　Mikakage, holding a rod similar to a broom at the ready, grants Akatsuki a special recovery spell unique to the Forest Curse Master (Druid), a pulsating recovery spell, from the hood of the wreckage of a decaying light car. The bright green glow of Akatsuki's heart begins to protect it with a thump and a thump. Akatsuki's strength gradually recovers in time with the rhythm of the spell.
　Magic power is also radiating from Ally, a small girl who gestures just like Mikakage, at Mikakage's feet. The plant spirit Alraune also has the ability to assist in combat, just like other squire summonses, but more than that, she has a special ability to increase the effectiveness of the summoner's recovery spell. Shy Allie squeezes her eyes shut and raises her little nuts. It's not out of fear, but rather a languid figure desperately trying to help the Lord.
　In addition to the pulsating recovery spell, a range recovery spell and an immediate recovery spell - Mikakage continuously casts more recovery spells at Akatsuki. With the unique heal work of the Forest Curse Master, which combines several recovery spells, he tries to heal Akatsuki, who had been wounded by the fierce battle. The dedication and disregard for the remaining MP recovered about 80% of Akatsuki's HP.
　Akatsuki does not express his gratitude. He doesn't have time to say anything.
　The mission that Akatsuki now had was to collect the killer's attack and sprint down the central street. Completing that task perfectly is the only way to be thankful. In his unprecedentedly focused mind, Akatsuki knew it all too well.
　Akatsuki's perceptual range widened, clear as the surface of the water, and he was aware of his surroundings.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this as well. The martial artist girl (Monk) and her partner, the Priestess of Healing (Cleric), are participants from the West Wind Brigade.

　You'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for, and you'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.
　The white rainbow of the Summoner, Biyakko, who had created an opening by summoning the megalithic soldier earlier, summoned the Spear Maiden from the huge magic circle. The spirit, wearing pure white maiden armor (dress armor), threw a shining spear that split into seven pieces. It should have been a variant of the Summoning Warfare Technique: Sword Princess spell. The Summoner's maximum attack spell, however, can't deal fatal damage to the killer. That's natural. Large-scale battles, no matter how powerful, are not so sweet that they can be taken care of by an individual attack spell. However, the uninterrupted attacks pierce even rocks.
　Akatsuki and the rest of the party ran through the area of Mikakage and the white rainbow, a duo of attack and recovery spells unleashed in rapid succession. There was no stopping them. Akatsuki and the others were tasked with guiding the murderer to the desired location, and Mikakage and White Rainbow would use up all of their MP in less than two minutes if they were throwing spells at them at such a high rate.

''Good luck!
　The cheers were bright and cheerful, unbecoming of a fight to the death. Over the shoulder of the killer, who was approaching with the appearance of a demon, Mikakage waved his hands as if they were about to be torn off. Akatsuki's heart warms up. It's surely not just because of the Heartbeat Healing.
Update. Ten meters to go!
　With Marielle's supportive voice at her back, Akatsuki danced in the air as if cutting out the moon. "We've passed the Mikakage and White Rainbow area. The next area is only ten meters away. It was like a winter parade through a number of attractions. Ruglius increases his abilities according to the number of adventurers within 50 meters. Therefore, only a small number of people can be deployed within a 50-meter radius.
　However, the longer the battle lasts, the more the small number of adventurers will be exhausted and their MP will be used up. Also, the damage output of a small group is insufficient, and the duration of the battle will inevitably increase. Therefore, the attrition will be even faster. It's a vicious cycle.
　In order to break through this, Liese came up with this large scale battle tactic. He set up multiple areas in the city of Akiba so that they would not overlap in a sphere range of fifty meters. A small unit led by Akatsuki would drag the killers around that area, and the firepower and recovery abilities of the members placed in the area would be used to replenish and attack at the same time.
　Akatsuki runs while thinking about the rest of the area.
　He vows to keep running, even until morning.
　I can see that Marielle's encouragement is becoming less and less from earlier. As an attacker, Akatsuki can fight while sparing his specialties according to his remaining MP. The damage itself will go down, but that will only prolong the battle. However, the recovering Marielle is different. If Marielle spares in casting a recovery spell, it will directly lead to Akatsuki's death.
　That's why Akatsuki wants to protect everyone because he's entrusted with that heavy responsibility. He doesn't want to lose. The equipment that Akatsuki wears, the protective magic that supports her, and the various techniques that restore her, all do not belong to Akatsuki.
　In order to return the treasures that were lent to him, Akatsuki pushed forward, forward.
　Seeking a sharper step, a quicker flash.

　Something chewed inside Akatsuki.
　He held his breath slightly in a posture that made his mind and body sink. That stance triggers a revived image that triggers a special skill. This is the Tracker's Hiding Technique. Normally this special skill can only be activated from the command menu, but Akatsuki has trained it to the point where it can be activated by conditioning it on physical techniques.
　The body is wrapped in an ink-blue outfit, and as if the life force is being drained out of it, its presence is spreading. Akatsuki becomes thinner (,,,,).
　Akatsuki himself does not know where he is. The attack of the dancing youkai is clearly visible in the fixed vision. Akatsuki exposes himself in front of the attack that hits him. But there is also an Akatsuki who watches it from another place. The Hidden Art (Hyde Shadow) reaches the Shadow Fugue (Shadow Lark), and the separated vitality moves in a straight line across the battlefield.
　Akatsuki runs through the killer's attacks, which scatter a freezing snowstorm.
　The "shadow visible to Akatsuki" and "Akatsuki's subjectivity" exist elsewhere.
　As proof, Akatsuki's shadow, which repeatedly flickers and flickers, seems to be drowned out by the snowstorm, blurring its figure and nullifying all attacks like a phantom.
　With an overwhelming sense of acceleration, Akatsuki reached the killer's back.
　This state could not be maintained for a long time.
　It's a special skill that is only activated for the briefest of moments when Akatsuki stops breathing and freezes his mind. A skill normally used for infiltration or to escape the monster's perceptions, it is a skill that can be forcibly activated during battle. That's the oral tradition Akatsuki acquired.
　--Crap.
　Akatsuki swings his small sword at the speed of Feiyan.
　The attack, suddenly swung from behind, shallowly injured the killer's neck. How could he be able to avoid a fatal wound even if he connected with a rapid-fire attack from multiple illusions? A killer's abilities are unfathomable. But...
　--Poppycock.
　There's no joy in Akatsuki's heart for having gained an oral tradition.
　He catches his breath again and activates the Shadow Lark. It is not only a good idea to have a good time, but it is also a good idea to have a good time.
　With his thrusts, Akatsuki swept away large ice cubes, still accelerating as he danced on the killer's blade.

　The oral tradition he obtained is the same as that demon sword.
　It is a technique driven by the logic of an external law that goes beyond the Elder Tail.
　The power Akatsuki was hoping for is the same as that blizzard-crazed demon. The young innocence that I longed for is now embarrassing.
　Akatsuki's chest is filled with a green heartbeat, and golden scale dust envelops his body.
　The power of the basket in his hands is strong, and the black costume he wears protects him.
　The hand that shook me as if it was going to be torn off. The words that were spoken to me. A small nod warmed Akatsuki.
　The oral tradition is a state of mind where an individual can understand the system in the Elder Tail, beyond the changes of the Catastrophe, and reach a state of mind that is achieved through effort. It is the result of trivial ingenuity and discipline. In the end, Akatsuki couldn't even remember one of the eight oral traditions that the D.D.D. had taught him. For example, just as Nyanta's cooking is the combination of Nyanta's sub-jobs and Nyanta's own actual skills, every oral tradition is completed through awareness and his own study.
　It's not something you can use because someone told you how to use it.
　It is not something that can be learned in an instant, like leveling up, if the game system allows it.
　An oral tradition does not think of getting an oral tradition, it is just beyond the point of having to worry and train yourself.
　"To be able to say that oral tradition is trivial is really oral tradition," said Nazuna. Those words are engraved on Akatsuki. This is not a power to boast of being a high-level adventurer, but a piece of something more important, something that was touched by that day.

　To show that, Akatsuki ran to show it. It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you can get the best out of it. Even if this body is torn apart, it is impossible not to crush the sword.
　The true nature of Akatsuki's oral tradition, Kage-Fugen, is the sub-professional tracker's Hidden Art. It was not supposed to be activated during battle, but in the real world after the catastrophe, Akatsuki forcibly activated it and combined it with the Phantom Fugitive (Lord Mirage) and the Demon's Hengeenge (Trick Step) to create an alter ego, a special movement method. Akatsuki's unique wings are created by and for Akatsuki.
　The blades bite together with a popping sound.
　After receiving all that auxiliary magic and all that support, Akatsuki's power is still no match for the killer. You can't get rid of them.
--if he doesn't get a distance and make a break for it.
　Having reaffirmed his strategy, Akatsuki unleashes a Stealth Blade from Increased Penetrating Power (pinpoint) to evade the slimming in front of him. The killer evaded that technique, which was shown many times, with its left half of its body, while Akatsuki was supposed to get away from it. However.

'How so?　Hey, how's this?
　The defenseless killer smiled with a look of rapture as he pierced his side, and a hellish cold air seeped out of the evil demon, who was paused until he lost his HP. The blizzard instantly turned into solidifying ice and the killer froze his wounds with Akatsuki's beloved sword.
　Akatsuki was run over and struck by the arm of a cowering man, who swung his only weapon away.




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I'll be fine.
　Akatsuki stood up.
　In a moment of carelessness, his HP was dying. There's not even five percent left. But he's still alive.
　Marielle's recovery magic, which is rushing up to him, is nowhere near as effective as it should be. I'm already struggling with my MP.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the trouble I've been through.
　My heart aches at the sound of Marielle's distressed voice. There's nothing wrong with Marielle. This is her first major battle and she's just been forced to take on the role of the first healer just because she and Akatsuki have just teamed up. Akatsuki wanted to comfort Marielle, but he couldn't find the right words. So he repeated it with all the feelings he could muster.
'It's okay.'
　They were words of strength, but they were not the only words. The words came from the sincerity of wanting to reassure the person you love. Instead of bravado, Akatsuki wanted to express his gratitude to Marielle. When Akatsuki was about to run out of the short exchange, where she couldn't even be sure she got the message, a short stick was thrown at her as she spun around.
'Just take it, take it.'
　The twenty-fifth girl, the twenty-fifth girl who had emerged from the workshop, said to Akatsuki as she slipped her goggles up.
　The sheath she received was still warm. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.
"--Meito-haganemushi.
No...... Biting Ironbug Tatara. I'll fix it.
　If you look closely, the length is different. The grip is different. The grip is different, according to the Akatsuki. Most importantly, the flavor text that appears in the item's appraisal is different.
"You can't pay for this!" "Win!
　Akatsuki was on the verge of tears when Tatara, the swordsmith of the Ame-Noma, said to her. It wasn't his usual muffled, sleepy voice, but a strong one.
"Take down that thing with my sword.
　She pointed to the Kawara of the West Wind Brigade, which was on raiding duty, fighting.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it. The killer's first target is Akatsuki. Even now, its gaze is on Akatsuki. But in order to protect the fallen Akatsuki from the killer, the girl uses her martial arts skills.
Akatsuki. I'm ready.
　Marielle nodded as she continued to cast a recovery spell on Akatsuki. The time had come.
　No longer did he need words.

　Akatsuki cast the ground in a straight line like an arrow flung from a bow. The alter ego of the 〈Kagefuge〉 flew and struck a blow. Wielding the new small taiji that he had changed hands with, he performed the Axel Fang. The Hail Mary and Hakumamaru, which the killer used as a blocking sword, mesh together with the Kaitetsu-mushi Tatara. It's as if they were biting each other to pieces and under the storm of steel, Akatsuki shakes and disappears.
　Akatsuki appears from behind and strikes at the killer's head with a Venom Strike. The poisoning blow is returned by the side of the head, and the man forcefully cracks his body into the air and unleashes his deadly sword on the Akatsuki.
　The attack, which could only be fatal, is effortlessly avoided by Akatsuki as if it were a foothold. A helper has appeared.
"You're just like Shiroe, you're not so careful!
　It was Nazuna who jumped in like a bullet.
　She spun half of her body with a gorgeous movement that made it hard to believe she was still wearing her high clogs, and then she flew straight up into the air. Curling up her soft body, she kicked up her killer sword and began to run alongside Akatsuki at a distance. His expression twists as if he felt his gaze on the glamorous body, but his gaze is unguarded.

'Say. I'm not going to be able to tell you what to do. So that you don't have to worry about Soujiro, let's get rid of the skin from now on.
　Akatsuki nodded.
　When they turned down the central street where the killer was oozing with the force of a tank, it was a narrow space of buildings with bricks on either side of them looming over them. Akatsuki and the fox-eared beauty sprinted along, scattering the compressed snowstorm in the confined space with Nazuna's barrier spell.
''What's going on?''
　Akatsuki looked up at Nazuna at the kind words, which didn't seem like a situation where he was being chased by a monster. Akatsuki wiped the corners of his eyes as a mischievous and gentle smile said, "You're crying," and he wiped the corners of his eyes. It was nothing, he couldn't say it was nothing. Akatsuki was happy.
　He had been so close to death, and even now the fear of losing something was gone from Akatsuki, even though a terrible enemy was approaching. Surrounded by a large number of acquaintances, Akatsuki was now fighting a large scale battle. For the first time in his life, he felt the warmth of his comrades in arms alongside him.
　The night in Akiba was now a battlefield.
　It was the stage for Akatsuki, Reinesia and the other maidens of the water maple.
　And it was a shock that even renewed their love for Shiroe. Akatsuki had always loved that kind and intelligent young man whom she had taken as her master, but now she had the confidence to think of him more deeply. It is a noble thing to prepare a place for someone else. It's very difficult to create a place for someone else to laugh. And Akatsuki's master, who knew how difficult and important it was, was the right person for Akatsuki to feel for.

'Contact! (Engage)
　With their cries, Nazuna and Akatsuki jumped up simultaneously. From the front of the narrow passageway, countless arrows covered in electric shocks pierced the killer. The assassinate, who specialized in sniping, seemed to do damage on a different scale than that of a covert build like Akatsuki's.
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I think it's a good idea. There are a number of pale light blue plates of five centimeters square floating underneath their feet. They were the oral traditions of Nazuna, known as the "Heavenly Legs".
　This is a technique for placing the basic spell of purification barrier used by the Divinity Officer (Kanagi) in free space. The damage blocking spell, a barrier barrier, is deployed by Nazuna's designation. This paperback-sized force field, which is difficult to block even the smallest attack, was created by a change in thinking, using spells for defense and recovery to move. It is literally a "foothold" that arises in the air when there is nothing there.

　We tumbled out and arrived at the central plaza of Akiba. Surrounded by Akiba station, elevated railway lines, guards and huge buildings, it could be called the heart of the city. Upon reaching the space, Akatsuki turned around in front of the jet-black building and waited for the killer.
　The cold winter air that he inhaled heavily burned Akatsuki's chest. It was a pain in his lungs, but the cold air chilled Akatsuki's head and cleared his consciousness.
　Perhaps sensing that Akatsuki had stopped, the murderer slowly entered the square with the echoes of his steel-glowing geared feet. Akatsuki's HP, twenty percent left. That of the murderer's, almost the same percentage. Even though the difference in absolute value was more than a hundred times greater, Akatsuki held his new beloved sword at the ready to intercept the killer for the first time.
　It was a straight-eyed stance that had been repeated thousands or tens of thousands of times since the Great Disaster.
Have you stopped running?
　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.
It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them. The two weapons, which had appeared to be the same size when displayed on the amanome, are now as big as a twig and a large tree.

　However, an enormous mass like a waterfall struck the hailstones and Hakumamaru from the sky.
　In Akatsuki's mind, he could see his friends surrounding the square. The search engine's ability to perceive a wide area tells us this. If they came within fifty meters of the killer, the labor they had barely reached this far would be overturned in an instant. The range of fifty meters was wider than the range of all magic attack spells and recovery spells. In other words, companions outside the range would not be able to participate in the battle.
　There was a blind spot.

　Further above the fifteenth floor above the ground, a little more than fifty meters in height, outside.
　At the very edge of the search range that Akatsuki could detect, there was Liese, who used Kyouko's hold as a lifeline. The freezing liner, a wide-range attack magic, the sorcerer's attack magic, which is said to swamp the enemy with an icy stream of water. The magic, which has a range of less than 20 meters when used in a dungeon or in the field, is a free-falling attack on the killer from the top of a huge building.
　And that attack devoured the order of magnitude of cold air released by the killer <<,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.... That freezing temperature is used as bait, and from the moment the killer hurls it at you, you freeze up (,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,).
''Nah. .........!
　The murderer tried to wriggle out of the way. But now, from the knees down, and the huge cage holding the sword, he was trapped in a pillar of ice. It was no use raising the Hakumamaru to cut the girl in front of me. The large amounts of cold water falling from above had left him face to face with the Hakumagaru.
　The damage itself was not significant. It wouldn't cover even one percent of its maximum HP. But if you are trapped in such a huge mass of ice, it is inevitable that your movements will be constrained. The murderer didn't like it and tried to make the transition, and this time he was astonished.
　He had no way of knowing, but the scene was one that Reinesia, who had returned from the basement of the guild hall, was also staring at, devouring.

　It didn't matter what the rest of his HP was.
　The reason he had led the murderer to this point was to cut down on his combat ability, identify and increase his hand. Akatsuki lightly approached the murderer, who was stuck with the tactics of the curly-haired warrior who had taken advantage of that ability against him.
　The first strike was an unconventional . A special skill exclusive to the white soldier's attack, a scooping up attack from a low, hunched position. It's not very powerful, but it has a very short reuse restriction time of only one second - and each time you hit it in succession, the power increases.
　It is a continuous attack that is similar to training Hakumamaru, which was thrust out of an icy coffin.
　It's a raidable weapon that has a special ability to reduce the durability of the weapons it fights with. It is a highly effective small sword with a hidden ability to destroy weapons that is effective in battles against other people. This is the same as the Nariroku and Kui Tekko-mushi, but this time it was the Kui Tekko-mushi Tatara. That ability is not on par with the Illusory class, but it is still incomparable to Akatsuki's previous weapons. However, that attack power did not encourage Akatsuki.
　It's not just that they're not good for you.

　-- just for the sake of the silent and unsympathetic wielder, Amanome is the swordsmith, and Tatara reforges it. Hopefully, that sincere girl will be able to go on without breaking or distorting. May the evil curse and the misery of the world bounce back, and may people support their swords and swords support people.

　The meaningless text (flavor text) written in the history protects and warms Akatsuki.
　The meaning, thoughts, history, genealogy, and legends that they contain.
　There was not a single meaningless thing.
　It was important and irreplaceable from the start in the minds of those who read it. Because it was irreplaceable, tragedy had befallen the murderer, and Akatsuki had been saved by it.
　The echoes of the overlapping swords gradually became more and more powerful, echoing in the dawn's blue sky.
　With the single-mindedness of Tsubame, who has found a place to return to, the sword strikes repeated mindlessly exceed twenty.
　Even in the dawn, when the sun was still out of sight, Akatsuki and his friends no longer doubted their victory.
　Mikakage, Shoduko, Henrietta, and Marielle rushed to the scene. Liese, whose nose is red from where she hit it, and Reinesia, who is held by Kyouko. They were gasping for breath around the crushed cursed sword and the crumbling killer in front of everyone's eyes.
　There were no cheers of triumph. Rather, a relieved murmur spread, and the girls who had gathered in the square smiled tantalizingly at each other. Everyone was vulnerable and relied on their friends in this difficult battle. Many of the girls had been exposed to the ugliness of the situation.
　But that was the first real battle for the Water Maple Maidens.
　The modest little strike force had accomplished its mission.
　Their victory was the ringing of the bell that heralded the beginning of the Second Great Disaster in Akiba's city, but it was also a new blessing for them as they stepped out.
　In an epilogue known only to Elissa, the girls, who should have been exhausted, occupied Reinesia's drawing room and office and fussed around in their pajamas until well after lunch.