"Fierce Red is born on the trail of the Blazing Fire, the breath of the old dragon. ---- Eat it!　Purgatory Flame, Ferno Resta Ganov!

　As soon as the man in the blue robe finishes chanting, a whirlwind of flames breaks out.
　In the blink of an eye, everything in sight is dyed red, and in the forest, where until then there was no sign of fire, a frightening scene that almost seems like a burning hell appears.

''You did it!

I don't know!　But there's no way you can eat that fire properly and stay safe!

　Two men exchanged words as they looked at the scene the flames had brought.
　One was the man in the blue robe who had called the flames, and the other was dressed in thick leather armor.

　The two men look at the lush forest trees and the black dyed space unnaturally created within them.
　A number of trees burned by the flames spawned by the man in the blue robe, leaving only their blackened trunks.
　They stand lonely in the space where the remaining fire smoldered.

　But there is no sign of anyone who should be there.
　If the fire were to burn so much, there would be no room for one more human being.
　I'm sure there should be a single person with charred skin lying on the ground, but there was no such shadow on the newly created small park.

Find it!

　The man in the blue robe speaks up.

　The fight isn't over yet. After a moment to compose themselves, the men cast a net of caution to their surroundings.
　The men seemed to understand that if they were not careful, they would be the ones being hunted.

'It's too late,'

　Boring, it sounded as if it was going to say.

　In the next moment, the man in leather armor was attacked from behind.
　The fact that the man in leather armor immediately turned around and succeeded in preventing the attack with the broadsword in his hand was the result of the training he had been doing on a regular basis.　

　The sword moved before he could think, catching the slashing enemy's blow.
　The sound of metal colliding with metal could be heard.

　The man, who quickly blocked his opponent's attack, turned his eyes away in astonishment as he tried to visualize his enemy.
　The destination of the man's gaze, but there - no one is there.

　However, the proof of the enemy's attack - the shortsword as a weapon - is certainly there.
　Even at this very moment, they are pressing the man's sword with a strong force, trying to push it in.

''This is sword magic--!

　Even though he was informed in advance of the target, there is a huge difference between hearing it and actually seeing it with his own eyes.

　A sword would leave a person's hand and fly freely through the air, killing people mercilessly.
　Most of the people who hear such wild stories will laugh them off as a gossip.
　The men, too, must have been skeptical until just a few moments ago.
　But at this moment, the men realized that the information they had heard from their client was the unvarnished truth.

'd*mn, you're fast!

　A shortsword flies through the air.
　The man in leather armor didn't even let up a breath, and sword shots attacked him from right to left with tremendous speed.
　The man immediately became defensive.

''You coward!　Show yourself!

　A man in a blue robe shouts out as his companions fall into distress.

'Cowardice?　Hmph, I don't want to be told by you guys that you're going to burn me to death with flames all of a sudden.

　The owner of the voice snickered and said so.

'But, well, if you want me to come out, I'll leave.

　At the same time, a man emerges from behind a large, burnt-out tree.

　He is of medium build, with a very ordinary appearance, with dark eyes and black hair.
　Except for a strip of violet-colored cloth wrapped around his forehead, he looks like a boy who could be lost in a crowd of people in an instant.

　He wears a rather short wisteria robe.
　At first glance, it was a light outfit that could only be seen as a sorcerer, but for some reason, a single broadsword was lowered to the belt at his waist.
　It's a good idea to have the same kind of staff that a sorcerer always carries.

''Son of a b*tc*!

　As soon as the blue robe is held up with its staff, it immediately begins to chant.

　It's probably a plan to get rid of the man in leather armor while he's being attacked by the shortsword.
　He decided that as long as he is controlling the sword with magic, he won't be able to use any other magic.

''Eat it!

　After a short chant, the man in blue robes releases a fireball (grist) spell.

　A two-handed-sized flaming fireball appears in the space pointed at by his staff and leaps at the boy without a sound.
　The boy, who is controlling his sword with magic, has no time to cast a spell to prevent it.
　Even if you try to dodge, the fireball is attacking you with tremendous speed.
　I'm not sure how to avoid it, as a sorcerer who hasn't even practiced a little body armor would have no way to avoid it at a moment's notice.

He got it!

　The man in the blue robe was convinced of victory, but the next moment he was brought to a standstill when he saw something unbelievable.
　Just before it landed, a boy in a wisteria robe gave his arm a swipe and the man's fireball was scraped away.

'What?　What did you do!

　It was completely incomprehensible to the blue-robed man.
　Even now, the shortsword controlled by the boy was skillfully hunting down his fellow man.
　Conversely, as long as he was in control of the shortsword, he shouldn't be able to use any other magic.
　Nevertheless, the fireball that the blue-robed man had released had disappeared. No, it must have been extinguished.

''It's not like I'm doing anything serious, though?

　In contrast to the confused blue robe, the boy says casually.

'Well, what does it matter?

　The moment the boringly mumbling boy turned his gaze, a single shortsword pierced the blue robe's chest from behind.

''Ah ......, why ......?　...... kaha.

　The man in the blue robe turned to his companion, who was still fighting the shortsword, and then looked at the shortsword growing out of his own chest.
　The blood that filled his lungs spilled out of his mouth as it flowed backwards.

''Ni...... real, me......?''

　He didn't expect to be able to control two of them at the same time, but the blue-robed man fell with a shocked expression on his face as the shortsword penetrated his body, which was completely defenseless.

Oh, hey!　Get a grip!

　His fellow man calls out to him, but there is no reply.
　A shortsword escaped from the blue-robed body and attacked the man in leather armor.

　It was all he could do to protect himself with even a single shortsword.
　If another sword was added to it, it would be difficult to continue to prevent it.

''d*mn it!''

　The man in leather armor instantly realized the disadvantage and ducked.
　He abandoned his companions and made an escape move at a glance. That would be the most accurate choice in this case.

　From the start of the battle until this moment, the initiative was in the hands of the boy.
　He finally understood that there was an overwhelming difference in strength there.

　But it was already too late to realize it. Normally, this should have been noticed before attacking the boy, and the best option for them was to 'not antagonize the boy'.
　Even if they turned their backs on him now, there was no guarantee that they would miss it.

　The two short swords controlled by the boy drove the man away through the trees.
　It was like a carnivore hunting a pair of fleeing herbivores.

　The shortsword quickly caught up with him and attacked the man in leather armor from behind.
　At that moment, the man's life is about to be erased. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this.

"I am a sorcerer after all. If you hide in your bosom--!

　A fellow swordsman, who had been lurking in the trees before the battle, attacked when the shortswords were far away.

　The two shortswords controlled by the boy were flying away from him, chasing the man in leather armor.
　The sorcerer, who is poorly trained in self-defense, has no way to defend himself against the swords swung down from so close.
　With a fellow sorcerer defeated and another trapped, the man who had been holding his breath for his chance to fight for his life leaps forward with his blade in a show of force.

　For a brief moment, it is enough to make you blink again.
　It's a good idea to make sure that the sorcerer will never be able to react.

You're not going to be able to get away with it?

　In the man's eyes, he saw a boy who pulled out his broadsword and blocked a blow from above his head.

''Hey, when did you get ......?''

　He didn't expect to be prevented. The man's eyes widened and his voice croaked.
　The man didn't even know when the boy had drawn his sword.

'd*mn!　But what can a sorcerer do at this distance!　No matter how many sword magic users you are, as long as you close the distance, you're on your own!

　As soon as he said it, the man started shooting swords in rapid succession.

　This was no ordinary swordfight. This is a skillful sword that has killed a number of well-known mercenaries, as the man is a fully licensed master of the Gato style.
　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands on it. It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands on it.
　This is the reason why it's so important to have a good time. I'm sure you'll be able to find it.

The strong ......!

　The words involuntarily spill out of the man's mouth.

　Brushing away from the side, slashing down from the shoulder, pushing with force, and delivering a series of blows.
　A quick strike to taunt him, a feint to deceive him, and a deep sense of the fangtong style that he had learned through training.
　The boy judged it with a cool face.

''Who are you, Kisama!

　On the contrary, the man begins to show signs of impatience.
　After crossing swords, he finally understood the boy's strength, and the position and fear he was in.
　The boy, who lightly treated the man's full strength, felt a cold sweat running down his back.

''A sorcerer can't be ...... and have this much karma, etc. ......!

　The boy holds his broadsword at the man who has stopped attacking, and now it's our turn.

"I don't blame you for telling me this, but--

　The boy opened his mouth with an expression that couldn't hide his grumpiness.
　A moment after the broadsword in his hand was faintly shaken, the man's head was slashed to the side.

''I don't remember ever calling myself a sorcerer, though.

　The boy's voice came with his vision darkening like a haze. It was the last thing the man heard in his life.