Because he was so focused on the sword, he didn't pay attention to his surroundings.
Despite us being the same person, because I'm heavily wounded, our circumstances are different.
He formulates strategies to use his perfect condition to use while I do the opposite.
While his eyes were closed from the splatter of blood, I pulled my arm back and spun the blade.
Widening my stance, I stabbed the sword through his chest.
"Sky severing thrust."
A hole appeared through his chest and my attack reached the clouds above.
When it did, something strange happened.
What looked to be water started pouring down.
So that's how it is.
"Don't get so distracted…" My copy opened his eyes, barely standing up, "Looks like I won't be the only one dying."
Huh what does he mean–?
The blade of the fire hero's sword crumbled, the sword held on for as long as it could.
Thank you… fire hero sword.
The ember that caressed my soul diminished.
Placing a hand over my shoulder, my copy smiled.
