Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Gogogogogogogogo......

"... what I'm trying to say, you know? Energy."

"Also, could..."

"... puffy?

"No..."

Victor the Swordsman, who had assembled a tree in a giant device with the energies that had returned to their original appearance, and had set fire to it. He seemed to be turning a disgusting gaze across the darkness with his mouth wide open in front of him like that.

Anyway, the darkness was sounding a heavy bass that made me feel like I was in danger, and I was breathing in a lot of air, as if I were going to swallow any amalgam. If anyone could see that and have a relief look on their face, how many freaks is that?

And the swordsman, seeing the darkness, seemed certain. Namely ——

"Waltz just told me to stay away from the blower... I mean, stay away from that hole, right? If anything comes close and gets sucked in... no doubt, I think it would be a terrible way to die..."

-- Waltz's words, which he said were "no joke at all," were correct, he said, not joking.

Meanwhile, the energies whose bodies were made of micromachines did not seem as fearful to swordsmen.

'You don't have to worry so much about it, do you? I don't think it matters as much as being sucked into by a fan'

"We can't just fall apart and fall back on our fans."

"No, I'm going to die... If I'm wrong, don't jump in for a joke, okay?

That's what I said, from my nose, a swordsman exhaling loudly.

Their role is not just to set fire there. If the fire is too small, the aim of evaporating the insecticide and sending it into the world tree cannot be achieved...... Conversely, if the fire was too large, it would burn not only this device, but the world tree itself, so it was the role of the swordsmen and the energies to balance its firepower.

The current state, if expressed in a word, is weak fire. Just ignited, not so much heat...... It still seemed far from the state Waltz was demanding.

"I need to get more firepower....... mk1. Now that the spark's exhausted, can you light it this way next?

'Yeah. Okay?

The energy mk1 who looked like a girl replied so...... to the wood that was beneath the swordsman's feet,

Chewin-win!!

—— and lasers for welding were applied.

That laser is not converging because cutting was not the purpose...... When it hits the wood, it blackens and discolors that part, creating white smoke, as if it had collected sunlight with magnifying glasses ——

Bo!!

—— and set the tree on fire.

The swordsman, who sees it, puts on the flames that have arisen the cutting powder of the immediately tree and tries to make the spark larger. But ——

"It's windy and it doesn't work..."

—— because the suction power of the fan Waltz was turning was too great, or because the wood wasn't dry enough...... The fire was quickly extinguished, and it seemed that it could not make the spark as great as it had thought.

"I knew it wouldn't come with..."

'Can't you?

"Ah. Looks like the trees are a little damp. And the wind is strong..."

'Well, should I shoot more lasers?

"No, even if we keep doing this, it'll just take a lot of work, so let's get Waltz to stop the blower for a bit until the fire gets bigger"

Then the swordsman raised his voice in his midst.

"Hey, Walthu! Can you stop the blower for a second until it's on fire and stable?

But ——

"... will not stop"

—— There seemed to be no sign that fans would stop if the swordsman's voice hadn't reached Waltz's ear outside the duct.

As a result, the swordsman said this toward the energy he was on the spot.

"You have no choice... Energy? Hey, can you get Waltz to call me?

In response to that inquiry, the nearby energy mk1 would react--

"Mm-hmm... Which energy?...... is that it? what about mk2?

—— there is only energy mk1...... Until earlier (...) floating (...) or (...) n (...) in the universe (...) was not (...) of (...), and mk2, who looked like a little fairy, seemed to have lost only one neglect.

"What? No, I don't either, do I?

"Um? Ouch. Until just now, I was there... '

Swordsman and Energy mk1 each say so and tilt their necks...... Now look at that gaze ——

Gogogogogogogogo............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

—— and directed to fans whose heavy bass was sounding...

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"Wow..."

Gong! Rattling......

"... hmm? Didn't you hear anything right now? Cheval?"

"............"?

"Yes... I don't know if it's my fault..."

With that said, Waltz kept spinning the crank leading to the fans, with a fierce momentum, with the boom.

Shortly afterwards, the swordsmen who changed their blood rushed over to them... Needless to say about what they've come to do like that.