“All of you, get out of my way!”
Poro raised his sword, slung it over his shoulder, and dashed forward.
His foot slammed powerfully against the ground, and then his body shot like an arrow cutting through the wind.
The kobold desperately threw a knife towards him, but Poro knocked it aside with his armor.
And then, the power, pushed to its absolute limit, flared in his chest with a brilliant light.
<Skill: Weapon Proficiency Lv. 5, Marching Step, Simultaneous Activation—-Over Skill ‘Gale Slash’ Unlocked>
With every last bit of strength surging through his body, Poro brought his sword down.
“Eaaat thiiiis!”
—
Colder. His heart was freezing now.
Just like that day, when he had helped the villagers at Fi’s request, the world and his own heart were growing colder.
With a clear, penetrating gaze, Sheto stared at the oncoming swordsman, who glowed brightly.
The primal fear of death rose deep within, as well as a fierce anger toward the violence being inflicted upon him.
And the will to resist whatever stood in his way.
All of it blended together, his heart was being honed into something sharp and lucid.
“…!”
He stared at the sword rushing toward him, etching the tip of its blade into his vision.
Wind, pressure, the enemy’s roar. All of it shattered and vanished from Sheto’s awareness. His mind narrowed, converging on only one thing. What had to be done.
“Come! Demon Wolf Twin Fangs. Fenrir Tooth!”
He felt the resistance of blades against both arms. The muscles in his legs tightened, and blood burst forth from his half-closed wounds.
Gathering strength throughout his entire body, Sheto kicked backward forcefully and shouted.
“Skoll! Hati!”
He swung his arms forward using the momentum from his leap, and the two swords he had thrown shot toward Poro, releasing bursts of magic.
“Quit playing!!”
<Skill: Continuous Attack Activated—Over Skill, ‘Gale Storm Slashes’ Unlocked>
Swords and magic clashed at impossible speed, yet the swordsman continued to attack relentlessly.
And then the blade rose once more.
However, its motion was slightly slower.
“Again…”
Sheto shouted as Poro’s sword came crashing down.
“Come again! My sword!”
The moment the weight of the twin blades returned to his hands, Sheto unleashed himself completely.
He dodged the descending diagonal slash, and then the wolf that devours the sun struck it down—
“Gah!?”
He seized the opening as the enemy lost his balance, and then the wolf that swallows the moon shattered Poro’s elbow along with his armor.
“Ah…!?”
And then Sheto’s twin blades, moving as a whirlwind, ripped deep into the exposed flank.
“Guuuaaaah!”
Everything in the world turned into wind, and Sheto’s vision grew razor-sharp.
At the edge of his sight, he caught the two remaining enemies.
“Damn it! Captain!”
The knife wielder drew a blade into his hand, but in the very next instant, while Sheto was still spinning, the sword in his grasp transformed once more into a bow, and…
“Gyaaaaaah!”
Silver light struck both hands, both knees, his abdomen, and then his forehead, shattering them in rapid succession.
“F-Farnan!?”
With a furious roar, Sheto’s body shot straight toward the screaming magician. But an armored figure was standing in his path.
“I won’t let you!”
Even larger than the previous swordsman, the warrior’s blade burst into roaring flames.