Chapter 248: - Sympathetic magic!
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Hold the blade of the sword of Taura between your right and left hands.
He is conscious of his own anger and stirs it up. When he is ready, he slowly moves his hands to draw them toward himself.
The wound in your belly where you were once pierced. The tip of the same sword enters there again, slowly, slowly.
The tip of the sword breaks through the skin of the belly. The sharp tip of the sword cutting through the fat beneath it.
"Wooo! Aaahhhh!"
A scream spills out.
The pain fills my consciousness, but I manage to hold it together with anger.
Not yet. ....... Not yet! Almost there: ......
Burning pain, the sensation of a hard foreign object penetrating further into one's abdomen.
The blood rushes down the blade of the sword, wetting my hands.
Finally, the spell works as if it resonates with the memory of my flesh engraved on the blade of the sword.
It was then.
The Joho activates on its own. It was as if it intended to interrupt what I was about to do.
The blue light from Taura's sword overflows and at once forms a mass above my head.
The next moment, the mass of light turns into a lightning bolt, and strikes me.
But this was my aim.
Sorcery is a technique that strongly affects the emotions and consciousness.
And now, here I am, with the sword of Taura in my belly. This is a reenactment of the situation in which I obtained the spell, and in which the presence of the Pure Light was brought into the world by the curse and my blood.
This identity strengthens the spell to its fullest extent.
With my left hand supporting the sword, I turn my right hand toward the oncoming lightning-like Joko.
A curse, a jet-black curse overflowing from my right hand, seizes the lightning-like light.
The lightning becomes a mass again. A jet-black curse surrounds it.
But it cannot be caught completely. The lightning storms out to escape from the curse. A buzzing sound echoes through the cave.
I manage to catch my breath and open my mouth.
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Hold the blade of the sword of Taura between your right and left hands.
He is conscious of his own anger and stirs it up. When he is ready, he slowly moves his hands to draw them toward himself.
The wound in your belly where you were once pierced. The tip of the same sword enters there again, slowly, slowly.
The tip of the sword breaks through the skin of the belly. The sharp tip of the sword cutting through the fat beneath it.
"Wooo! Aaahhhh!"
A scream spills out.
The pain fills my consciousness, but I manage to hold it together with anger.
Not yet. ....... Not yet! Almost there: ......
Burning pain, the sensation of a hard foreign object penetrating further into one's abdomen.
The blood rushes down the blade of the sword, wetting my hands.
Finally, the spell works as if it resonates with the memory of my flesh engraved on the blade of the sword.
It was then.
The Joho activates on its own. It was as if it intended to interrupt what I was about to do.
The blue light from Taura's sword overflows and at once forms a mass above my head.
The next moment, the mass of light turns into a lightning bolt, and strikes me.
But this was my aim.
Sorcery is a technique that strongly affects the emotions and consciousness.
And now, here I am, with the sword of Taura in my belly. This is a reenactment of the situation in which I obtained the spell, and in which the presence of the Pure Light was brought into the world by the curse and my blood.
This identity strengthens the spell to its fullest extent.
With my left hand supporting the sword, I turn my right hand toward the oncoming lightning-like Joko.
A curse, a jet-black curse overflowing from my right hand, seizes the lightning-like light.
The lightning becomes a mass again. A jet-black curse surrounds it.
But it cannot be caught completely. The lightning storms out to escape from the curse. A buzzing sound echoes through the cave.
I manage to catch my breath and open my mouth.
"
Hold the blade of the sword of Taura between your right and left hands.He is conscious of his own anger and stirs it up. When he is ready, he slowly moves his hands to draw them toward himself.The wound in your belly where you were once pierced. The tip of the same sword enters there again, slowly, slowly.The tip of the sword breaks through the skin of the belly. The sharp tip of the sword cutting through the fat beneath it."Wooo! Aaahhhh!"A scream spills out.The pain fills my consciousness, but I manage to hold it together with anger.Not yet. ....... Not yet! Almost there: ......Burning pain, the sensation of a hard foreign object penetrating further into one's abdomen.The blood rushes down the blade of the sword, wetting my hands.Finally, the spell works as if it resonates with the memory of my flesh engraved on the blade of the sword.It was then.The Joho activates on its own. It was as if it intended to interrupt what I was about to do.The blue light from Taura's sword overflows and at once forms a mass above my head.The next moment, the mass of light turns into a lightning bolt, and strikes me.But this was my aim.Sorcery is a technique that strongly affects the emotions and consciousness.And now, here I am, with the sword of Taura in my belly. This is a reenactment of the situation in which I obtained the spell, and in which the presence of the Pure Light was brought into the world by the curse and my blood.This identity strengthens the spell to its fullest extent.With my left hand supporting the sword, I turn my right hand toward the oncoming lightning-like Joko.A curse, a jet-black curse overflowing from my right hand, seizes the lightning-like light.The lightning becomes a mass again. A jet-black curse surrounds it.But it cannot be caught completely. The lightning storms out to escape from the curse. A buzzing sound echoes through the cave.I manage to catch my breath and open my mouth."
