My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

The human evaluation of Cody Luzial cannot be said to be flattering. The title of being a squad leader in the Knights at a young age is set up Sect, which sounds like you’re on the elite road.

However, in fact, there are some people who are not happy with their colleagues because of their work attitude, which is hard to say serious, and their innate rough personality.

It is related to their origins that he can be called a close friend with Vincent, the deputy leader who is praised from many directions.

They were so-called childhood friends who were born and raised in the same country town.

Both were born into ordinary households and spent a leisurely childhood in a town surrounded by nature.

The peace was shattered when they were seven years old.

Suddenly, the town was attacked by a mercenary collapsed robber. Many were looted, killed or kidnapped for food and money.

The situation was not limited to that, and many monsters rushed in from the barrier destroyed by the assault of the thief. It must have been caught by the smell of blood and food.

The invasion of monsters could not be prevented without proper use of defense measures.

The town was attacked by thieves and monsters one after another, and the scent of blood, the screams of people, and the burning red flames spread everywhere. It was exactly the scene of the screaming annoyance.

Fortunately, Cody and Vincent survived, but lost their families and the town was already destroyed to the point where it couldn’t keep its function.

All they had left was a sense of loss. The two who became orphans in this way could only feel sad.

But then I’ll just die. No, that was one of the options for Cody at the time. It’s not that I didn’t think that I was dead and went to my family.

I couldn’t do that and chose to live because there was Vincent next to me. The only best friend who was small, crying, and hiding behind Cody every time.

I wanted Vincent to be alive even if I died.

However, if he dies, the boy who painted this vulnerable person will not be able to live for a long time.

Well, even if Cody is on, they are both children. Probability to live would have been low.

Still, I couldn’t abandon Vincent and choose to die.

That’s why I asked Vincent.

“I can’t help it so much that it’s easier to die, but what do you do? Do you die at once, or do you still live? “

” … I want to live. I’m scared to die …!

That was Vincent’s answer. He is afraid to die even in this situation.

To be honest, Cody didn’t really understand that feeling. He thought that death was the easiest way to escape the despair that towered in front of him.

But I thought it was okay for this guy. I knew that he was a painful boy who could stand from the perspective of the weak because he was a merciless coward.

If you think about it now, it may have been Vincent’s strength that he wanted to live even in that situation. Without it, both of them would have chosen to die there.

Cody and Vincent stood up holding hands, but this is by no means a good story.

Two children who have no reliance or back shield. I did everything to live.

In my hometown, which was a town until a few days ago, I hunted corpses, vandalized the fields when I ran out of food, and stole to earn money. In the slums that arrived at the end of the escape, he also killed people, albeit for self-defense.

I felt that even that was not much different from killing the attacked monster.

After rushing through such murderous days, he began to imitate mercenaries when he was over 10 years old, and was willing to go to the battlefield and monster subjugation.

By the time he was able to do that, Cody, and even the coward Vincent, was getting stronger. It may be more correct to describe it as having changed.

In particular, Vincent seemed to have a talent for swords, and every time he went through the battle, he strengthened himself.

Every day is unsatisfied, like spending your life just to live the day. It was a really terrible life.

Vincent stopped crying and laughing when he noticed. I didn’t want to see my best friend like this.

I think it would have been happier to have died at that time. By this time, Cody had begun to think about that.

And about three years after I started working as a mercenary, I chased a painful wound that was too unfocused on a certain battlefield. It’s not like dying instantly, but continuing the fighting is an impossible injury.

However, such a theory does not work in the middle of the battle. The opponent who sees it as an opportunity swings up the sword.

The power and will to avoid it did not exist in Cody at that moment.

The sword is swung down with empty eyes, and I just wait for my life to be torn apart. And just before the sword reached Cody’s head, two sword flashes ran.

The first cut off the opponent’s arms, and the second cut off the torso without giving him time to scream.

Vincent looks back while bathing in the blood that blows out of his torso from his head. My best friend, who was dyed with blood, somehow looked like a different person.

Vincent silently lends his shoulders and withdraws from the front line to the safe zone. I finally opened my mouth when I got there.

“Is it safe? Cody 鈥?/p>

” Well, that’s it … but it’s the first time you’ve been protected “

” … Speaking of which Well … surprisingly, it’s not bad. “

” Ah? what?

“Protecting your friends”

“…”

“Is it possible to protect people with both dirty and bloody hands …”

With that said, Vincent clenches his fist. Joy or regret? Cody couldn’t guess that feeling.

Still, I thought that protecting someone would be a guidepost for Vincent to live.

“If so, why don’t you protect it?”

“What?

Vincent’s stupid face I saw for the first time in a while.

It’s so funny that I manage to endure it and spun out words.

“If you join the Knights, you can protect hundreds or thousands of times more people than me alone?

“But a wandering child like us can join the Knights …”

Compared to the hardships that we have survived so far, it’s not such a flatulence. 鈥?/P>

” Cody … “

“Taka Vincent, you are stronger than me. To be clear, it became stronger enough to pull a little. 鈥?/P>

” Hi, was it pulled … “

” It doesn’t matter there. Good. If the early story is as strong as you, it has little to do with your birth and growth. Maybe 鈥?/p>

” 鈥︹€?“

” Choose Vincent. Do you want to continue your current life or aim for the Knights?

“… It’s like that time”

At that time, it would be the time when I chose to live or die in front of the ruined town.

Looking back, six years have already passed since then.

“Cody, I want to change. This world where the weak are trampled by the strong 鈥?/p>

” Change the world, hey. This is a big one again. 鈥?/P>

” Oh, I can’t do it alone. It would be a dream story without your power. 鈥?/P>

” The Knights aren’t my pattern, right? I’m not good at standing on top of people, and above all, I’m lazy. “

” That’s fine. I want to aim with you. There will be no children like us, such a world. 鈥?/P>

” … it looks like it’s going to be hard enough to die “

” That’s why You don’t have to reply right now. The first decision is to end this battle. 鈥?/P>

After carrying Cody to the paramedics, Vincent immediately returned to the front line.

While staring at the back, I ruminated in my head the dream that my best friend, who usually has few words, told for the first time. I was asked to come with me, but Vincent has the ability to do it if I don’t have to be by my side anymore.

But I’m sure it doesn’t mean that.

It’s a serious face that says to change the world, so I remember that and now I’m laughing.

Every time I laughed, I felt a wound, but I still couldn’t stop laughing.

“I wonder if this shit-like life would be a little better with him …”

To whom The muttering that leaked out and the back view of Vincent returning to the front are still burning in Cody’s mind without fading.

鈼?

That’s why I’m standing in front of Harold now.

There is nothing that can be called a basis, and it can only be described as intuition, but I certainly felt it. Give Harold the vestiges of Vincent.

A boy who may be able to inherit a ridiculous dream story.

Oh, I’m the worst. No matter how many entrustments you have, Harold’s feelings are not taken into consideration. I’m just trying to help one-sidedly.

I’m worried about it and expect it.

It’s too selfish to entrust the dreams of myself and my best friend to Harold’s shoulders. You can’t complain if you get hit.

Swords are struck while making a high-pitched metallic sound with Gakin.

I wanted to see Harold’s seriousness, but it was more than I expected when I faced him. Sharp slashing, speed, and magical variations. Harold is completely better than me in the same year.

It’s a mess, such as avoiding an attack by somersault even though it is in battle, or throwing a kick from a handstand with your hand on the ground from that posture. It is sublimated as a combat technique while moving.

It’s a way of fighting where you don’t know where and what will come out. Very difficult to do.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t be beaten up here early.

Ask Harold while exchanging swashbucklers at high speed.

“Suddenly, Harold-kun. Do you have a dream for the future?” I think I’m doing it.

But Harold returned with Harold without any particular upset.

“I live for me. That’s it. “

The simple answer is to live for yourself.

It’s the exact opposite of Vincent, who chose the path to protect someone.

But for some reason, they feel similar.

“Then another question. Do you have a close friend or a friend?”

“I don’t need such a thing”

Retreat and avoid the middle kick that was released during the squeeze.

Both lack a decisive hit and cannot decide the game. You won’t win unless you know it will hurt you and take it seriously.

“If so, it’s advice as a senior in life. If you have something you want to do, it’s a good idea to create a person who can leave your back. It will be a support in case of emergency.”

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“The theory of the weak, that’s it!”

I can’t deny it. In the first place, human beings are weak creatures. That’s why they flock and seek connections.

That’s fine for humans. It can be weak.

That’s why you can be supported, supported, connected and strong.

Harold truncates it. I’m trying to be strong by myself without believing other than myself.

I’m too lonely. I can’t imagine how much I’ve cut off what a normal human would get until I got this strength.

Harold has walked a different path from Vincent and himself. Maybe it’s still halfway.

I don’t know what Harold wants to do, but I’m sure he won’t stop. Until the end of life.

Even if the circumstances are different, the place you are aiming for is the exact opposite.

The appearance as if trying to resist the world seems to overlap with Vincent who is trying to keep the intention to change the world out of control.

If so, I have to help.

鈥淎iming for a world where there are no children like ourselves鈥?

That was the vow of Cody and Vincent that day. Because it is.