"Ah"
Does the sword have a will of its own?
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The golden sword does not stop and, as if pulled toward it, slashes through the giant's arm.
Judging the concept of creation,
hypothesizing the basic structure,
duplicating the composition material,
imitating the skill of its making,
sympathizing with the experience of its growth,
reproducing the accumulated years,
excelling every manufacturing process
"Kuhah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh…!!!!"
The sword blocks the numerous blows smashing madly…!
"…!"
But this is it.
I'm tossed away.
As soon as my consciousness returns, the sword must have left everything in my hands.
I am easily thrown away by the attacks I was easily blocking until now.
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