I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated

"Quickly, the art of inhibiting recovery. Try the Heel Disturb. '

"Mmm!"

Fran, who nodded lightly, called out to Ursi.

"Ursi."

"On!"

"Seriously! Could it be you're going to do that again?

Arr - It's a coordinated attack between Fran and Ursi. I don't have a name, so I can only say that's it, but that would pass it on.

"Mm-hmm. Now there's life magic. I'll take him down!

"No, I'm just scared to combine it into an array in a bump production"

You still don't know how effective both procedures are, do you? I don't know too much about scary stuff!

"Mmm..."

I said, "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Okay. And master, it's not me. I thought of a name."

'Hmm? What is it?

That's unusual. Fran is surprisingly an abbot around here, so isn't that the first time you've mentioned that yourself?

"Mm. Heavenly Wolf Drawer -"

"Stop! No! That's no good!

"Why?"

'Sure, I'd accelerate from heaven with the power of a wolf to attack with a knife extraction technique or something!

Because that name is not good enough!

"If I really put it out, I'll be stunning/Heavenly Wolf -"

"Outo! Perfectly outo!

Um? Me, did I ever tell Fran about that comic book somewhere?

"Why?"

'And, anyway, that name doesn't work.' Cause I already have. '

"Mm. No more"

"Right?"

"Well, there are three more candidates"

"Ho ho?

That's quite a lot. Let me hear it.

"What about the first one?

"Hyperspecial Excellent Miracle Slash"

"In Rejection"

"? No?

'No, the... I was wondering if I could be different. "

I wonder what it is. Because Fran is a child, you know it again. She's cute...

In the future, I don't like it when Fran is ridiculed about the name of the move, and if possible, hypermiracle - ah, what was it?

Hyperspecial Excellent Miracle Slash.

"Mr. Annunciation! Forget it!

Anyway, that's in dismissal.

"Okay. Second one, then."

"Ooh, ooh."

"Super Ursia Tuck"

'... hey, I see...'

Better than just now? No, does that just seem better because that was awful earlier? Shit, I'm not sure anymore.

"I'd like to hear the last one."

"Mmm! Wolf-style knife extraction technique"

"Oh! That's good!

Or I don't have a choice! Well, that's settled because it's the end.

"Wolf-style knife extraction. You think that's a good idea?

"Really? Super Ursia Tack is cooler"

"On!"

Fran and Ursi, don't look at me with glitter eyes! You're gonna find it hard to deny something!

'Oh, no, you don't! Ro, let's make it a werewolf sword extraction! Huh?'

Then, as a result of my desperate persuasion, Fran and Ursi's combined moves became known as werewolf blade extraction.

"Well, leave it to me now."

"Mmm!"

Fran swings me backwards and wide. Instead of suddenly making a full attack, we need to try it from a distance.

Thinking about it, the mindfulness catapult is pretty vicious. Normally you have to mount a direct attack with a heel disturbance on a weapon or something. But I would be able to pick up a good spot, a direct attack, even though it's a long range.

"Go!"

"Hi-ha-ha!

Another mindfulness catapult. Now in addition to the ruin pronouncement, there is also life magic on board. There was just some miscalculation.

"Hmmm... I'm not a life-form."

The technique of promoting recovery and strengthening the flesh did not work for me. I'm a sword, and if I say I have no choice...

It's a bit unfortunate because I was thinking that if it had the effect of a strongbody it might reduce recoil such as a mindfulness catapult.

"Well, the key heel disturb is activated without a problem, and there you go."

I'm going to use magic releases and stuff to get my speed up. And he pierced the body of the Great Warcraft, cleaving massive tentacles.

Like earlier, a large crater was worn. Again, the strength is not as good as the strength. With as much regeneration as this guy, I guess that still doesn't matter......

'I'll decide even more!

I activated the morphological deformity while sticking it in the center of an open crater in the flesh of the Great Warcraft.

It is not the steel thread that changes its appearance this time. No matter how low the strength, it's not enough to allow thin threads to burst in your body.

A little thicker than that, the needle image. My body split into nearly 100 branches and became a needle a dozen meters long, ravaging the body of the Great Warcraft.

This won't be a big scratch size for the Great Warcraft, but I'll have to sharpen it a little more.

'Well... what do you say?

Back under Fran with the metastasis, I observe the Great Warcraft.

The hole I drilled was visibly slow to regenerate. Of the other wounds, it would be less than a hundredth of a speed.

'Okay, it works!

"Mmm! I don't play it at all!

"On!"