Prologue – Those Lined Up Before the Horizon
Tenzou realized that the load pressing down on his arm, which was set in defense, had suddenly disappeared.
Looking closely, the reason for the disappearance of his arm’s burden, the weight of the longsword from above, was simple.
Oriotorai had brought her hand away from the hilt of the longsword. Despite the fact that it was her only weapon.
The instant this thought rose unbidden from his heart. The hilt of the long sword was spinning, coming to fall down towards him.
If the pommel falls downwards, the blade will point upwards.
Using Tenzou’s defensive posture as a fulcrum, the point of the blade will point behind Tenzou, slanting upwards.
Towards Noriki, who was coming from the back.
Most likely at an angle where it would pierce into his chest from below.
Behind me, the sound of Noriki drawing a breath was audible.
I heard the sound of Noriki’s fist being fired. But, because he had punched earlier than scheduled, he could not have driven his fist into Oriotorai.
The sound of metal rang out. Oriotorai’s longsword was punched by Noriki in defense. Still revolving, it was blasted from before my eyes into the air beyond.
As Tenzou watched, Oriotorai’s foot came thundering down.
Tenzou thought this. Oriotorai isn’t holding the heavy longsword now. If she does a large bound backwards, she’ll be able to do it gracefully.
Furthermore, because it was punched by Noriki, Oriotorai’s longsword is flying through the air. Oriotorai’s leap backwards will take her closer to it.
Now, I, whose hip has been dropped, am no longer someone who is able to chase after Oriotorai.
I retire here.
Feeling the full force of the word ‘regret’, Tenzou shouted.