It is Cayman the Beast Man who yells on the Avenue of Tarram in the morning. Cayman was pursuing that shadow as if he had lost his sanity since Seite's conversation found out that the sword wind might be in this taram. I no longer forgot the humiliation and fear I had received from the wind of my sword. No, I might have rather been running to forget. I just thought the sword wind might be beside me, and I couldn't go back to peace.
Ever since I lost my people, I've lived not to make anything important. The meaning of being brought to life in that place, that's probably just whimsical. But he always sees it somewhere. I didn't feel that way. I was convinced that if I made something important, it would be taken in turn. At first she was Rosanna's sister. Then the agents I've known since I came out here. It was because they were no longer in order that I became the head of the band with little or no merit. I thought I had no choice because of the nature of the assignment, but on second thought, there can't be such a funny story. I wonder how, though prejudiced by the beast man, the intellectuals with so many arms and care will die in accidents and illnesses. No, I just didn't check the body, maybe I was just pretending to be an accident. It's about Rosanna who can no longer discuss personal matters in this city. The moment I came up with that possibility, I remembered that I too, lazy with booze and beating, had a gushing anger.
Still, I wasn't going to look for the sword wind. There was no chance I could beat the sword wind, and I honestly didn't want to get involved. I paid too much for just offering my left arm and my left leg. His birth in Gruzaldo was closed and he also lost his honor as a beast man. I didn't want you to take anything more away from me, but I heard that voice in the tavern.
"Don't talk in silence"
In his fading consciousness, Cayman had certainly heard what seemed to be the wind of the sword. I didn't fit the horrible sight and thought that quiet voice was horrible the other way around. So even though it's a voice without character, I still remember it clearly. The voice was heard from a group of people leaving the tavern earlier.
Probably a well-known mercenary regiment. All of them had one foot judgment. He was not a very normal person. In it, what if you look like you don't eat and mix. He wondered if something more terrible could happen than just appear on the battlefield.
Now we have to find out who we are. Otherwise a hell of a thing happens. That instinct thrust Cayman. And before Cayman, who also shakes off Rosanna's stop and runs, a man stood up fluttered.
"What can I do for you, old man?
There was no killing spirit from the man, but vigilance could be seen as true. And there was his people behind it at some point. Show hostility and you'll be attacked in an instant. Cayman didn't realize until he was in that state. Even though he was obsessed, long after he left the actual battle, Cayman clenched his teeth wondering if the survey would be so dull. The surroundings were already surrounded by the person they were supposed to be chasing. Rosanna stiffened herself, clinging to Cayman's left hand.
The man in the front asked Cayman calmly, but without alarm.
"How dare you follow us around? You knew who we were?
"Well, now none of the eagles have come to wear clothes with a regimental chapter. You don't know that."
"You always are, Mireille."
"I'm going to be rude, Canato. I just cut the eagle to look good on me. If the captain wants to wear it, he will. The way you fought the eagle? Short sleeves and short lengths make it impossible."
The beastly woman standing behind her was puffy and angry. Cayman returned to me all the time because he remembered the name Mireille.
"You," Flashing Mireille "? So you guys are blackhawks?
"... you're right, but that's two names when I was in the army. It was a long time ago, but knowing that means your old man went up in the military, or he still has a connection?
"Yes, I want you to..."
Cayman tried to tell him. He said there might be a little sword wind within the Blackhawk crew. At that moment Cayman's left arm was moving on its own, poking at Rosanna's chest, which was beside her with the nails she was planting. Rosanna turned to surprise and turned to Cayman - with the look on her face. Cayman didn't know what to do with himself, but he saw Rosanna's expression and understood everything.
I can't help screaming. As Cayman poked Rosanna's body up, he threw Mireille unconstitutionally at her. When Mireille took Rosanna firmly, Canato was stepping in at the same time.
"What the fuck!
Canato was going to inflict enough wounds to cause Cayman to lose his temper of war. But when Cayman caught the ground with his left leg, that step was sharper than he could have imagined. The canato that had already been unplugged could not stop now.