Even the Hellhounds whose heads had been smashed by the Black Bear probably hadn't cried out that pitifully.
Mikoto, who was bent over gathering loot, was so startled her hand trembled, nearly dropping the magic stone she'd just picked up.
"Wh-what?! What happened?!"
"Is there trouble?!"
Kashima immediately raised her battle-axe, surveying the surroundings with a vigilant expression.
However.
There were no newly appeared monsters.
The source of that sound.
was on a large rock in the center of the battlefield.
There.
the girl who had been wearing the hannya mask all along.
now had the mask pushed up on her head, revealing a delicate and pretty face.
—Rin.
was currently sitting on the rock.
Both hands cradling the long sword named [black crow], her entire body trembling.
"Chipped... it's chipped..."
"My black crow..."
"There are so many nicks!!!"
Rin's voice was shaking.
She carefully stroked the middle section of the blade.
There.
on the originally mirror-smooth, sharp cutting edge, several nicks the size of rice grains were clearly visible.
"How could this happen..."
"This is my new sword that I just got not long ago!"
"It's only been a few days!"
"Wahh..."
Grief welled up in Rin's heart, tears threatening to fall.
For someone who treasured her sword as much as her own life.
this hurt worse than being cut herself.
"Pfft—"
Watching Rin's world-is-ending expression.
Kirukiru Amou, who was wiping blood off her hands nearby, couldn't help but let out a derisive snort.
"Is it that serious?"
"It's just a sword."
Kirukiru Amou walked over and gave the rather battered-looking long sword a disdainful glance.
"I always said you weapon-users are too troublesome."
"Having to be so careful even when chopping through bone."
"Not like me."
Kirukiru Amou raised her pale hand and waved it in front of Rin's face.
Although it was covered in blood.
the skin beneath remained perfectly intact.
In fact, after this round of slaughter, it had become even tougher.
"This is the best weapon."
"Not only does it require no maintenance,"
"it can even repair itself."
Kirukiru Amou grinned, showing a row of white teeth.
"..."
"You, you, you!!"
Rin jerked her head up, glaring furiously at Kirukiru Amou.
"What do you know!"
"Swords have souls!"
"What would a brute who only knows how to smash things with her fists understand about the aesthetics of swordsmanship!"
"Aesthetics?"
Kirukiru Amou raised an eyebrow, casually kicking to death an Almiraj that was still twitching on the ground.
"Whatever can kill is good."
"As for aesthetics or not."
"Go discuss aesthetics with the monsters when your sword can't cut through this rabbit's neck."
"You—!!"
Rin was speechless with anger.
If she weren't so worried about her sword, she'd really want to rush over and smack this woman with the back of her blade right now.
"Alright, alright~"
"Stop arguing~"
"You too, Amauha, say a little less."
"Rin is about to cry~"
Hanazake Warabi sat on the Fierce Person's back, swinging her legs, casually tossing and catching her tachi in her hand.
Looking very much like someone enjoying the spectacle without caring if it escalates.
"But speaking of which."
Hanazake Warabi glanced at the sword in Rin's hand, then looked at her own tachi, which, while not chipped, had also noticeably dulled quite a bit.
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