When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Unexpected Traces II

What does it mean ...?

Shouldn't I be the one making the mistake? The color of the eyes and the sound are different. This young man is definitely not Lux, although it is almost similar to the point of making me pangling. But the aura .. reminds me of Lux, as well as Lucian. Wibawa a very thick leader hugged this person tightly.

A few seconds later the muzzle of the gun felt right on the head - since when?!- and spontaneously made me soar far back. We ended up a few meters away but my eyes could not see the strange movements.

He exhaled briefly and ruffled his hair with one hand, luring me to sharpen my attention; gulping saliva to put an end to the throat; tightly grasped Sabel until the knuckle seemed to pale with the eyes of the sword glittering defiantly as if it was thieving the young man in plain sight.

Instantly I felt a strong pressure like gravity snatching away mercilessly as the whirling of the wind brought about a dense atmospheric difference, making it difficult for me to stand up; the tightness buried in the rib cavity ... for a moment, what the heck is this?! The pressure was even worse than before!

He was still standing quietly with a gun in each hand. But my eyes began to hard open and ended up grimacing a little, then suddenly shards of mirrors appeared around me-wait, mirror?! Ah, Ultimate Skill Class Gunner, Mirage Mirror!

How could he take it out without warning? The control ... is amazing.

Directly he cocked and fired a gun resulting in a noisy gun explosion, a sign that the bullet had shot and may have been sucked in the mirror and I ended up flicking my eyelids wide.

This guy, really want to kill me?

Then I looked back, Zweihande stuck it all the way, even though using Aegis still the bullet must hit me especially he pulled out the Mirrage Mirror. So I decided to focus fully to avoid the bullets that would come out of nowhere.

A few seconds of whistling airs in and in my eyes as if everything is going slow is also empty, like there is no real evidence of energy bullets shooting; the existence of the shooter or his shooting device. It is like walking in the middle of a war.

Noisy iron muzzle explosion, great explosion without splash definitely .... from the left! Immediately I tried to kelit, doing kayang even though it ended up rolling but germs used to avoid another bullet slide.

I desperately tried to get back up to avoid and return fire by swinging Sabel when one bullet pointed at the head, even though the side of the hand and leg ended up injured making me grimace.

I was unable to withstand all the incessant attacks randomly hitting because now the sound of gunfire like a machine gun, making the complaints of bullets with my sword heard in succession along with sparks in the dark ruins.

Although the cold clung tightly; although the pressure kept coming, my hands were still forced to actively shake various attacks with Sabel in their grasp; do not stay silent trying as I can save vital points and prone although some managed to lubricate the blood-soaked side of the body. I kept on winding around, avoiding the excruciating pain of the energy bullets and the pressure of the aura.

Some time after holding almost all the bullets that lead to me, the mirrors finally burst and shattered. Leaving me with breathless breath amidst the smashed expanse of field over the traces of bullet hits and sword slices, even the area of ruins was currently covered by dust produced by the previous incident.

Ah, I might as well have to thank my own body's ample defense for surviving such an incredible attack, but my stamina was really drained a lot. It was evident that my chest rose and fell roughly on my heavy breath.

So I decided to shut my eyes and set my breathing, and waited for the attack from the young man so that I could trace his whereabouts.

Instantly I detected the incoming attack, then the soot eyes opened and watched the dark silhouette move around the ground and the dust filling up. Immediately I looked up, my opponent was darting from above and swooping down, forcing me to turn my pedestal; looking up with a cross-cutting sword; resisting his attack.

Desing deafened back roaring, resolutely sounding and carried away by the wind.

But, what the hell, there is a sword from .. is that light? Just show up from the muzzle of his gun?! Not even Professor Kaidan has ever used a sword or whatever this is called?! Actually I was fighting anyone for a while, at once I was stunned because the color of the young man's hair slowly turned white like snow that filled around, and this reminds me of Fate's words about someone's characteristics ....

..."Her hair was pure white like snow and her eyes blue like diamonds."...

..."... Thanks to my training with Lucian, I was able to use a fight-style-"...

..."The first one to teach me is--"...

An unusual aura, authoritative as if flooding in and shouting 'I am a leader and a fighter'.

..."Their aura was similar, the leader and fighting style were also somewhat similar, but .. their nature differed by one hundred and eighty degrees."...

A Gunner and a reliable leader from their home world.

Immediately I chanted the name of someone I admire; at the same time I envy him because he always fills the recesses of Fate ....

..."Remembering it with that smile ... makes me feel warm."...

"You, Sen ...."

And the young man smiled. "Ah, Fate told you about me huh."

Turns right.

Suddenly I was shocked in the mixed expression of complete disbelief and confusion, as if I wanted to say something but was unable. However, he ended up kicking me and reflexively bent my arm in order to resist his attack even though his back ended up crashing against the wall.

I started grimacing in pain, but used this momentum to lean my body back.

Because no longer want to fight him.

Even though he took back Fate, I don't understand why Sen attacked all of a sudden-ah, is it possible because he interfered too deeply with their problems? Including Fate's weakened body ....

Truly like a rolling and spinning dice, in a aimless path I acted randomly without seeing the circumstances. I exhaled a long breath, in contrast to Sen who snorted and jumped far back, approaching where Fate was leaning. Then he put both his twin guns in a pistol holder that slammed into his thigh.

"If this is all you want to live, you better give it back ...."

"Return? Whatchu mean?" I looked at him full of confusion.

Sen actually turned his head towards Fate, staring bitterly like carving an emotion outflow in the heart, making the surrounding situation that had been rowdy to be silent. Such blue melancholia and ash were adorning around along with ice flowers descending slowly.

"Return ..the gift that Fate gave you, to protect you from the wrath of this world."

And my eyes immediately widened in shock, until it was perfectly rounded because the feeling of chaos also stirred the contents of the chest niche.