Editing Horizon:Volume 3 Chapter 07

==Chapter 07: The Gusting Individuals of the Neutral Zone==
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''That was a vague thing''

''That went through the air''

'''Point Allocation (Approaching)'''


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Masazumi, who had come out from inside the tea-house together with Naito, saw Futayo.

Futayo took a low landing stance after completing a backwards somersault on top of the road with upraised dust. Her figure which had landed on the ground several meters to the rear however payed no attention to over here and was looking in a slightly upraised direction. 

In front of where her eyes　hurried to, in the gusty street, people were currently raising voices of surprise.

…That was natural.

Masazumi thought.That this was a neutral zone, a location where acts of aggression were prohibited. However Futayo had already drawn Tonbokiri and at the end of where her eyes were looking,

“An enemy?”

Was there.

On the rooftop of the alignment of buildings which formed the street. There was a single pair, composed of a man and woman, on the top of a three story restaurant.

The distance was approximately 30 meters. What was there was the figure of the Quin-Takeda school uniform. 

Out of the group of two one was a woman with white hair and skin while the other was conversely a dark skinned man.

Both of them were roughly wearing the school uniform . The woman let her hair be blown by the wind while the man lowered his body like a monkey however both of them were looking towards Futayo.

In front of Masazumi’s gaze the man smiled in surprise and spoke.

“That you would be able to receive our first blow.”

The woman also spoke with a smile.

“It was only a simple first strike.”

“As expected of Musashi’s Vice-Chancellor, try saying something like that.”

“Why is it that you pass off the task of praising the enemy to me. It was a surprise attack and that force was no different from a normal attack, it was not anything special. For me and you that attack is the same as always. That’s why—”

“Yeah”

The man who remained crouched at the edge of the roof tilted his body. With the movement which could be described as more like dropping rather than falling he however remained looking at Futayo,

“The same as always.”

The next moment. Masazumi saw the wind in front of her eyes. The one who had coiled up the cloud of dust like a fluttering sheet was,

“I’m sorry for the late introduction. I am — “Unnecessary Number One”. She is number two.”

The next thing she knew the enemy suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. It was the man who just now should have fallen from the distant roof.

…huh!?

The distance from the roof to here was approximately 30 metres. Since the man was looking at Futayo she had been caught off guard.

The single strike from the man who had named himself. Masazumi did not move with the single strike from the thick blade which was released from behind his waist,  

“……e!”


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The sound which Masazumi had resound in her ears was a metallic clang.

Then what her eyes saw was the colors of gold and black.

Furthermore the voice which reached her,

“That was dangerous.”

“That was close.”

In the space between herself and the enemy there was a fully open set of six wings and black hair.

It was Naito and Futayo.


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Naito gained a sense of amazement inside herself at the situation of being located between Futayo and Masazumi.

……Wow—.

There was no time to bring out Schwarz Fräulein. That’s why she had used her broom’s refreshed deployment defense spells as a shield and attempt to receive the enemy attack using that. However faster than that Futayo had,

……Gone and cut in front of her.

After Naito had rethought about the meaning of the words Vice-Chancellor the wind in front of her eyes occurred　once again.

The stirred up cloud of dust ascended above the road and in an instant the enemy was about 20 metres on the far side. They moved to the rooftop of one of the houses along the street. Then the two, the white woman and the dark man, landed with a light step on the rooftop.

They were composed, that was Naito's impressions.

Conversely in front of her eyes Futayo adjusted the readied Tonbokiri back to her side.

“Naito, please take Masazumi and distance yourself from here.”

Futayo spoke without turning around.

“The job of an escort is to distance that subject from any danger. —I will take charge of this area. You take Masazumi and distance yourselves from here.”

Will you be alright? there she went to say that but stopped. Futayo held a higher official position than her. Worrying about her would achieve nothing. What she should be saying was,

“Make sure that you don’t overdo it okay? You seem a touch irritated.”

“Do I seem like that?”

“Jud, —your horn is already raised to the first level after all. Did something happen?”

Jud, there Futayo nodded. She pulled out a small brochure from her skirt.

“I thought about eating a large amount at the recently rumored cream puff store here in IZUMO.”

“Ah, the store that followed the way of tea, the “Way of cream”. I do think they should do something about that store name though.” 

“……However when I went there a previous customer had bought out all the stock and while I was experiencing a bout of anger I suddenly came under attack.”

Oh? The woman on top of the roof, “Unnecessary Number Two”, tilted her head. She pulled the paper bag from under her arm and from the inside took out a large amount of cream puffs, 

“You mean these? I got full of myself and ended up buying about twenty of them.”

Naito saw Futayo’s horn shaped hair clip rise up to the second level. Ah, while thinking that this was not good she however also thought that it would fine since there was would be no harm to her. Consequently,

“— I’ll leave it to you.”

“……Jud!”

There at the moment that Futayo leaped forward.

There was a single shadow which passed above the head of her. The one who was leaping by twisting his body and adjusting his stance at a high position was,

“—Bara-yan!?”

It was Neshinbara.


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Neshinbara was in the middle of combat.

The circumstances that led to the battle were simple.

……While he was walking the street reading the book that he had bought someone had suddenly gone to punch him. 

It was a dangerous story is what he had thought, however that power was strong enough to easily destroy a bench which was located at the side of the road was troublesome. The opponents were a group of two and one of them was at that precise moment,

“— Come on!!”

With a sharp enthusiastic shout they leaped and pursued after a person who was in the air.

It was a woman. It was a woman who was wearing a plumed female Far East school uniform with the belly exposed, the figure of a dancing girl .

She leaped into a high position. At the moment when Neshinbara saw that it was not a spell but martial arts.

“”Unnecessary Number Seven” ……On my way!”

The smiling eyes which were donned in heavy makeup stared this way and she waved the weapon she was carrying.

……An iron-ribbed fan!

A massive iron-ribbed fan with fur attached of which every spoke could be used as a blade. The woman gripped the side handle at the base to make it easier to swing around, 

“……Okay, come on!!”

She deployed the folding fan like a blossoming flower and the blades were sequentially thrust forward.

“How persistent…!!”

«The wind blew and that body fell down as though it had been tripped.»

His trajectory in the air dropped down by one step.

The blade passed over his head and was it because she feared a counterattack; the woman spun her body around to above the circular expanding blade.

Neshinbara did nothing towards the enemy that was above his head. That was because,

……It was necessary to gain an understanding of the current situation……!

On the street that he was passing over, there beneath his eyes was Futayo who was also fighting with a group of two which were assumed to be enemies and Naito together with Masazumi were moving to take cover in a nearby tea-house.  Furthermore on top of the opposite rooftop where he and the “Number Seven” woman were leaping to was,

“The second person of those who had suddenly gone to punch me earlier…!”

“I am the “Unnecessary Number Three……!”

The one who was wearing a Far East uniform which had been remodeled into the appearance of a monk was a middle-aged demon type Elf.
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A large physique. His height which rivaled that of the giants was over four metes. However that body was only slightly bending the opposing rooftop of the house which he was using as a platform,

“Now…!”

At the same time the Demon Monk “Number Three” took a high leap which passed over the street he thrust out his right arm. 

However there was a distance of about 10 meters between him and here. While “Number Three” had a large physique and a high jump it was not a distance that his fist could reach. 

However “Number Three” twisted his reddish brown arm and let out a shout.

“Preach cannon!!”

The characters and tattoo which were engraved into his large arm changed arrangement and design with the twist of the arm. There in an instant a Homa steps type crest appeared as if to surround the arm. On the palm the fluid letters “Scold” were formed.  

…Seriously!?

Neshinbara understood. The woman, “Number Seven”, who had extended her fan above in the sky had not positioned herself above the fan shield as a forecast of his attack.

It was in order not to receive aftershocks from this Monk’s attack.

The cannon was fired.

“Scold…!!” 


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Due to the cannon blast the atmosphere spanning tens of meters was split with an explosion which could be called bright occurring.

In response to the expanding atmospheric wave the woman “Number Seven”,

“Did you get him!?”

Standing on top of the iron-ribbed fan she went as if stepping forward and completed an upside-down180 degree flip. However,

«That body fell in a straight line.>»

Her target was about to fall on his backside onto the second story thatched roof,

«Right before he impacted. He rolled up his body and regained his posture.»

«It was a rushed movement. However—.»

«He made it in time—.»

“Wow, how unfair! That’s cheating you aspiring author. You fell from your backside you know!?”

Towards the words of “Number Seven” who had closed her folding fan and landed two roofs to the side the prey yelled back.

“Won’t you please say that my hands are fast? In the first place why did you suddenly start attacking me?”

With those words the Demon monk who had descended next to “Number seven” yelled. He pointed to his target and,

“It is necessary to beat your immoral spirit back to normal!”

“What do you mean immoral?”

“What is that book that you are holding in your hand—!?”


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This? there Neshinbara raised the book he had bought from the bookstore and that he was still holding.

“It’s only an ordinary novel right? It’s a modern arrangement of the Tale of the Heike-Awakening version. There’s a bit of “The wildness of my right arm is truly terrifying” and “Melt, drain them my Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi” however the contents are exceedingly normal okay?”

“Normal? Is it normal for a light novel to have its characters have names with “Dark”, “Kill”, ”King” or “Rome” in them you fool!! While walking on the street reading something with special attack names such including “Prison”, “Temple” or “Impact” what is up with saying “Ah, there’s no nipple ticket this time”!? In the first place what is up with talking about nipple tickets something which is nothing more than an urban legend with such a self-satisfied expression!”

'''* Four-Eyes:''' 『……What? You’re still reading those type of　embarrassing stories? It couldn’t be that you are writing them as well right?』 

“B-Be quiet, don’t interfere. Well, you see—”

Neshinbara indicated in the direction of the Demon Monk. While thinking that it was a pain,

“—I’m sorry that I really like things such as “Ogre Slayer” and the “Three Sacred Treasures"! However in any case you probably read things like “A famous work which was composed about the exclusive thoughts of teenagers” or “Why is it that I can’t reach an equal understanding of others I wonder” and then say shameless things like “We’re sensitive existences that damage each other” right!?You’ve created those sorts of poems haven’t you!?”

“Huh!? Is there anything wrong with that—?”

“T-there’s an embarrassing old guy who became really serious here!!”

There is nothing wrong with that! there the Demon Monk clenched his fist and yelled into the sky.

“In eternal short poems the maiden is stricken with love and goes near the mansion of a person whom is outside of her reach with a tear-stained face! Alas how fleeting! In one word what can you say!?”

“No matter how you think about it that’s a stalker.”

As soon as he said that the Preach cannon attack came.

“Wah!”

He hurriedly avoided it however the approaching fluid ordinance was not just one shot. Apart from the right arm cannon the left arm of the demon monk was twisted as if it were pulled and there as if entwining it a large rosary form fluid crest assembled. That was,

“……A rosary form fluid charger!? 

“That you do not understand is because you are a slow general who lacks imagination…”

A series of scold shots came. That was also at an overwhelming density.

Falling back or going left or right wouldn’t make it. If it were possible,

«That body rode the wind and leaped.>»

He leaped straight up. In addition to that it was a great leap as if to send something flying. With that movement Neshinbara danced his body into the air, however,

“—The imagination of an aspiring author is only that?”

“Number Seven” came from an even greater height than him.

……Damm!

She had used the cannon blast at a distraction. Furthermore she had kicked the back of the Demon Monk and from his shadow leaped overhead. Overhead she was already prepared to use her iron-ribbed fan,

“I’ll take the first credit…”


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Futayo was conducting a battle with the enemy pair.

At her rear. Naito together with Masazumi had already retreated inside the teashop. That was a decision made due to that immediately flying away was dangerous since the enemy’s movements were clearly not those of a coincidental battle there was also the fear of snipers being arranged.

It anything was to happen they could always take off from the rear entrance, however everything was,

“Depending on my actions!”

The enemy was currently flying throughout the town.

They were not jumping. They were riding the wind, in the street, on rooftops and then freely moving through the sky.

It was the wind.

Thinking that they were going to charge they then instantly circled around to the rear of the teashop and completing several turns like that. There was no stagnation in their coming and going however occasionally they showed a shaking like bend the same as the wind. 

That movement was not just horizontally; it was also from above and as if to gouge it oppositely came from below. 

That’s why Futayo ran lengthwise and crosswise throughout the town. 

The repairs to the half-broken Tonbokiri from her battle with Gin during the Armada battle were still not complete. The expansion and contraction went to the third stage; when it was fully expanded the length had become halved.     

However tight turns were effective. In particular repetitive short jumps through the use of the expansion structure was possible,

“…!”

Futayo ran up the wall, ran swiftly around the roof, stepped on the eaves and jumped to higher roofs as well as to those on the far side of the street. The speed which could be said to be continuing momentum was due to using Tonbokiri as a balance stabilizer allowing for her to perpendicularly climb up walls and run horizontally.

As she desired.

Following the gusting enemy both sides were taking a roundabout path through the air. However the “Number One” man who attacked with a short sword and the “Number Two” woman were both aiming for her rear. That movement was,

……Not the actions of a swordsman.

The samurai type strike-forcer which had learned the arts of swordsmanship had a habit of enjoying attacking people head on. Swordsmanship in itself had crossing swords with the enemy from the front as a given.

However this opponent was different. Taking the initiative and aiming for the back was,

……A technique used for assassination.

In that case, these opponents were,

“Ninja!?”


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Futayo realized that there was no reply to her question.

All that was there was the fact that she was running on the top of a three story building chasing the enemy and that the “Number Two” woman who turned back this way formed a smile for a moment. 

That smile was completely fixed on her face,

……They were coming……!

When Futayo had thought that, the smile of “Number Two” completely formed.

“Go you!”

The woman’s hand struck the back of “Number One”.

When she heard the thick noise which was more flesh than clothing the figure of “Number One” had vanished.

She understood that he was riding on the wind. It was something that had previously happened several times. However this time was different. Up until now the two of them had been moving together however,

……A pincer attack from the front and rear!?

A presence appeared from the rear as if to confirm that she was correct.

The rear was dangerous. “Number One” was attempting to circle around there. However,

“How about this?”

“Number Two” grasped a large number of knives from the bag that she was holding under her arm. 

At the same time there was the presence, that of “Number One” moving at her rear.

There the knives were thrown. They were not thrown to pierce the opponent. They were scattered, thrown on a trajectory to stop one’s movements. Even if she went to repel them, the knives which were not aimed for her made it hard to read the trajectory.

As a judgment against the enemy in her front and rear and the group of knives,

“………e!”

Futayo took a turn from her pursuit. She leaped to the left at a right angle.

It was an action to slip away from the knives and to escape from the pincer. However,

……They continued to follow!?

“Number One” whose footsteps had circled around to her rear rotated his body once and appended his trajectory. That was almost as if he was aiming for a back-to-back situation.

It was a position in which she could not attack however “Number One” without any unnecessary movements went to stab her left flank with the short dagger he carried with a backhand grip in his right hand.

She could not move left. Consequently as an instant determination Futayo tucked Tonbokiri by her right flank and from the center instantly made it expand to the front and rear.

“Go!!”

『Understood—』

In the direction of the front and the rear. Towards the left rear “Number One” went the butt-end. The tip was shot towards “Number two” at the front right.

It was released.

In response, a movement from the rear left occurred first. As “Number One” was very near, he abandoned his short sword then made his lightened body spin and opened up some distance. 

Accompanying those movements, which also raised loud footsteps, was a voice containing a smile. 

“That was dangerous….!!”

However Futayo had a strange feeling towards “Number One” who had accurately taken a distance against the lengthened butt-end.

…What that just now!?

Futayo had an unusual feeling regarding the enemy.

No, this unusual feeling was not just from this moment but something she had felt from “Number One” for the past few moments. There was something different from him whom she had faced up till now and the current him.

However before she could recognize what that was, at the front right,

“…Ugh”

The tip of Tonbokiri pierced through the chest of “Number Two”

The actions of throwing the knives had created an opportunity.

As if to gouge through the right of her chest the point of Tonbokiri made a direct hit.

It ran her through.

At the same time the voice of “Number One” which contained a hint of surprise reached her.

“Number Two……!!”

She had certainly killed Number Two.


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“You bitch…!”

Futayo heard that voice of “Number One” from her rear.

In her hand the slightly hard however light reaction was coming from “Number Two”.

Then at the same moment that “Number Two” who had received the spear tip to her chest fell forward. The voice of “Number One” resonated as if to erase all noise. The sound of footsteps stepping on the roof echoed loudly from the rear,

“Damm you….”

He’s coming, there Futayo thought that. “Number Two” was dead. That’s why “Number One” was next.

To achieve that she either had to turn around, retract the butt-side and intercept him or enter an evasive movement. However,

……What was it?

Futayo felt a doubt about the strangle feeling towards “Number One” from before.

Something was odd. That thought changed into confirmation with every action that “Number One” took. There was a slight, however a clear difference, between him from the moment of contact up to now and the current him.

……It was odd!

She did not know what it was however there was something. It was dangerous to start a fight with “Number One” without knowing what that was. That’s why Futayo reached one conclusion,

“—I’ll face you at another opportunity”
Without turning around to “Number One”, who was at her rear, she leaped forward.

She ran away.


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Futayo as if to pierce through and blow away “Number Two” took a large leap to the front right. 

In an instant she had opened up a distance with “Number One”.

Then stepping on the roof creaking as well as footsteps certainly rang out.

……This is—

Futayo realized the source of the strange feeling. However at that exact same timing something moved.

It was “Number Two”

She who had been pierced by the tip of the spear and stopped moving however suddenly said this.

“I’ve been exposed.”

She was not dead. The body of “Number Two” jumped up together with those words.

She was alive.

The movements of her body however did not stop there.

……What!?

That was not a person.

From the area which was pierced by Tonbokiri the woman changed the shape of the entirety of her body like swirling water and distorted herself,

“Oh!” 

from something like a half destroyed bag, like spreading smoke and then like a spider trying a to catch its prey, she changed shape. However there still remained the overall indefinite form of a person,

“…Here I go…!”

The entire body of “Number Two” with movements almost like a massive hand expanding and encompassing attacked over here. 

What was the identity of those movements? Futayo furrowed her brow and reached a conclusion.

“A Monster!”


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Futayo saw. From beyond “Number Two” who had changed into a wind monster and was trying to encircle her there was something that the tip of Tonbokiri was thrusting.

The thing that the tip of the white blade was thrusting was a single knife. 

It was the same as those which were earlier scattered in this direction. She now understood the meaning for it being at the rear of “Number Two” . 

……It was in order to provide a fake sense of reaction!

This woman was a class of monster which was related to the wind. It had no weight and blades had no effect. However the core of her power was to load things on herself and carrying them and she was likely primarily the assistant of “Number One”. 

Now Futayo understood. That the cause of the previous strange feeling about “Number One” was the occurrence of footsteps. The footsteps which were not present at all since he had appeared suddenly came about after the two of them had separated to the front and rear. However in order to disguise the fact that woman who was made of the wind had no footsteps “Number One” had purposely created loud footsteps while moving. 

Spreading out the knives was to create a false reaction and “Number One” yelling out at the time when the woman was stabbed by the tip of the spear was also in order to disguise that there was no piercing sound. 

Creating the delusion that “Number Two” was dead then when she turned around to face “Number One”, “Number Two” would quietly attack from behind.

It was that kind of process.

However since Futayo had hesitated she was not caught. If you are hesitating then move forward,

……Yes, that was something that her father had taught her……

Futayo thought back to the past.

Often when Kazuno had approached her father with a scolding presence he had quickly retreated backwards. 

That was that “I have no doubt! Since I have no doubt it is fine to fall back!”, however a serious faced Kazuno simply increased her speed so there was really not much meaning there. 

Anyhow Futayo considered how to deal with the enemy.

The enemy was a wind like being, it had no vital point. Since stabbing with a blade did not work then the effect of Tonbokiri’s slicing ability would also probably be weak.

However with a blunder she was moving forward. That was a mistake.

……What have I done!

At this rate if she moved forward and was enveloped by the wind it was likely that she would be blown away. With the instantaneous speed of the enemy’s technique, with that momentum she would expect to be slammed into the ground or somewhere else 

She wanted to avoid that.

“In that case”

Futayo moved her left hand around her back and waved it.
What she grasped with her fingers was the short dagger that “Number One” had just now released to lighten his body. Futayo grasped the blade of the dagger which seemed as it had fallen onto the roof which her fingers and while slightly shaving away her skin threw it at “Number Two”. 

“Number Two”, the opponent that the heavy armor piercing dagger was flying at was the wind.

Blades have no effect on the wind. However there did exist a place where there was significance in attacking,

“The face!!”


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In Futayo’s vision the appearance of “Number Two” was constantly changing as if dissolving. 

However she could see the modeling of the face. In that case,

……Whether it is a monster or whether it is something else, if it had a face then the sensory organs should be concentrated there!

The same as for the black algae and spirits. That’s why if she aimed at the face, even if it did not stab, the shadow of the blade would steal the opponent vision. Sure enough against Futayo’s thrown dagger,

“…!?”

A minor disturbance occurred in the movements of “Number Two”. It was just for a moment. However Futayo did not overlook that. She lowered her body, ran swiftly and swung her body to the side.

To avoid attack of the wind. She passed through the side. 

However “Number One” pursued her from the rear. The footsteps were softer than before almost as if they were fading away. 

The pursuing footsteps from the rear grabbed hold of a knife from the space of “Number Two”. It was the hidden knife that “Number Two” had used to create the artificial reaction when she was pierced by the tip of the spear.

That was the moment when Futayo heard the sound of “Number One” taking it in hand. Futayo took action.

“……!”

There Futayo judged that there was an opportunity.

At the moment when the knife was grabbed the top half of the body became exposed. That’s why when Futayo had spun half her body around she extended Tonbokiri,

“Go!”

She drove the tip of Tonbokiri into “Number One” who was between here and “Number Two”. That was what should have happened. What Futayo first saw in her gaze when she half-turned around was the afternoon sky and the thatched roof. 

Neither “Number One nor “Number Two” was there.

All there was at her rear was something which had fallen like footsteps pursuing her on the roof. That was,

……Shoes!?

The thing she had heard as footsteps was the sound of shoes being taken off and dropped.

The enemy was not at her rear.

By the use of a body replacement technique they had disguised their location. Furthermore “Number One” together with “Number Two” was concealing his footsteps with the wind and moving to somewhere. 

……That was a wonderful swift change of pace!

Then what was going to come was,

“—The rear!”
With the movement of her arm, without any confirmation, she swung and drove the tip of the spear to her rear. The response was,

“……Got it!!”

Piercing through someone, going through bone, there was also the limpness of flesh reactionary stiffening. Futayo, as if following the handle rotated her body, turned around and examined the tip. 

She was mistaken. The object the that tip was piercing was not “Number One”,

“A tree branch!?”

The thin tree branch was bonded with a talisman and the spear was piercing through the center of that.

This time was a real body replacement technique.

……This is Ninjutsu!!

When she had thought that the wind came from behind.

Tonbokiri was still extended. Then the tip was stabbed into a talisman which contained the same weight of a person.

She had no method to attack. That is why Futayo,

“—“

She took action.

Futayo let go of Tonbokiri and fell backwards into the wind which was approaching from the rear.


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“!?”

Both “Number One” and “Number Two” were taken aback by Futayo’s abrupt movement. 

After all the target had itself jumped towards here at the moment of attack.

“Number One” who had lost his timing gained a deep simile on his cheeks.

……Now you’ve done it!

Pursuing and attacking from behind was the core of a ninja. Consequently they were taken aback with the actions of the enemy who had fallen backwards towards them. He could not deny that he had the thought that the opponent was a Samurai.

Damm, there while he was smiling towards his chest,

“………e”

The black hair waved, it lightly danced. 

Futayo’s back went as if to touch his chest.

At the moment when she thought they were going to make contact as if they were embracing, “Number two” who was enveloping her suddenly moved. She blew her away to the side.

“Noo—”


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Futayo realized that the two at her rear had split to the left and right with the voice of “Number Two” that she did not understand the meaning of. 

Immediately following that Futayo raised her right leg. She placed her leg on the grip of the Tonbokiri which was released into the air,

“Bind Tonbokiri!”

The branch at the tip split into two and scattered through the air. Then pulling her knee to her chest Tonbokiri flew horizontally with good momentum.

“…!”

Towards her who was stepping backwards, “Number One” was trying to pass by the side of her. Stooped his body to pass under Tonbokiri and conversely “Number Two” joined with the wind and climber over Tonbokiri.

She saw the enemy.

Now was the time she perceived the enemy at the forward right and left. She had also determined the above and below positioning. 

There was a chance of winning.

However Futayo saw it. The strong gaze that “Number One” and “Number Two” had displayed to her when they had passed by. 

They still had some sort of plan left. It was that kind of gaze.

At that time Futayo obtained one involuntary reaction.

At the edge of her mouth the looseness of an arc was born.

……This is amazing.


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Futayo thought. That even though no matter how you look at it the inexperienced her was desperately evading and struggling, the enemy conveyed that was still going to continue with their gaze. 

How admirable. 

She had gained knowledge about ninjas from Kazuno and undertaken anti-shuriken training and the like however this was the first time she had dealt with them at this level in an actual battle. The earlier body replacement technique is something she had only seen in the anime “Underpopulated Ninja Tottori” and as she had thought the real technique was amazing.

If she was able to nullify all of the opponent’s attacks then would it be okay to say that she was at the same level as these people.

……No

The enemy’s attacks were something that had been created through years of training; she was just taking advantage of that. 

She understood very well that between creating and using, the latter was overwhelmingly easy. In that case, ah, even if she were to win against these opponents she would she not be equal to them. 

…That’s why it was interesting.

Futayo took Tonbokiri in her hand and after lowering and compressing her body she leaped backwards.

Into the sky which spanned above the street. There as expected the two enemies once again overlapped their bodies and pursued,

“—!”

A metallic sound loudly rang out.


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At the time when the sound of ringing metal echoed, there was something that Neshinbara firstly gained. That was the softness of the hand which was lightly pressing on his chest. 

Following that what he saw with his eyes was slightly dark skin, a dark haired head with horns and then carrying at the waist and shoulder,

……A four bladed Demon woman!?

The female demon warrior leaped towards “Number Seven” while keeping her eyes closed.
 
Her clothing was a white Far East school uniform entwined with some decorative fabric. 

The blades which were drawn on the trajectory of intersection were the two katana at her waist.

In an instant she drew what could be called a long sword; it was a katana for which the blade length alone was a meter and a half. 

The two katana, which were raised overheard as if they were being extended, almost at the same time intercepted the iron-ribbed fan of “Number Seven” which was falling from the sky.

Sparks scattered.

“……Damm!”

Through the expanding movements of the intersecting two swords of the demon woman the iron-ribbed fan was blown away. Conversely “Number Seven” clicked her tongue in the sky,

“How troublesome—”

Those words did not continue. That was because in the air the woman demon who had reached the peak of her leap launched a second attack.

…Eh?

Neshinbara who had been blown away by her observed her movements while landing on a faraway rooftop.

However he was unable to comprehend.

That was because the woman firstly released her hands from the upraised swords, which were raised up as if intersecting, then drew the two katana at her shoulder and then drove the previous two katana into the empty shoulder sheaths.  

“You think you can get away, scum!” 

While keeping her eyes closed the downward swing of the two katana easily shattered the fan-swords which were expanded into the sky as a shield.

“Ugh!”

The two Katana which were swung straight down cut off the left and right of the shield which was deployed as an arc. On the far side “Number Seven” who was in the trajectory of the katana raised her eyebrows and kicked the wreckage of the iron-ribbed fan towards the demon woman. 

It would hit. Right before that the woman released her hands from her two katana. Almost as if spilling from her palms the katana revolved and fell in the empty sheaths at her waist and at that time the two katana from her shoulder were already being swung down.

The attack which entered a downward arc cut apart the kicked iron-ribbed fan and then towards the Demon Monk below,

“Well then. — Finally one down.” 

……It was unreasonable!

Neshinbara opened his mouth and looked at the woman who had launched off the consecutive attacks. While wondering about why was it that all the other species of women who appeared in front of him were a bunch of Spartans.

However still while forming a silver arc using both katana and however while directing that power directly towards the enemy,

『—Wait!!』

There was something that arrived together with a voice from an audio device .

It was a God of War.


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The thing that suddenly appeared on the street at the rear of Neshinbara was a large amount of wind and the sound of metal parts colliding.

There standing in the center of the earth tremor and roar which accompanied the dust cloud was a single blue god of war.

It was a female model with a flying unit. The head had armor modeled after the face of a dog and at the tip of the single sword which was trusted out with the right arm,

“If the enemy of my enemy is my friend — then both of you would be my opponent however?”

The white clothed demon woman remained standing in a stance with all four of her blades sheathed.

However the god of war while still creating a haze from the flight unit stopped its movements.

Neshinbara knew this God of war. No, 

……That demon woman as well. As well as those people who had attacked them.

The thought in his mind was that it couldn’t be however with this much arranged he was sure.

……These guys are—.

Before he could finish thinking a sign frame opened at the side of his head. The thing that Michizane hurriedly indicated was,

* '''Argente Loup:''' 『It is an emergency situation! Please check the sky surrounding IZUMO!』

The likely hurriedly created short words immediately had follow up words being created. That was,

* '''Argente Loup:''' 『The fleets of various countries are gathering as if to encircle IZUMO!』


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