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- Creak.
- Creakk.
- My heart flinched slightly each time that faint noise rang out.
- The noise came from the tip of the «black sword» yet to be
- named. Somehow buried a cen into a tiny gap among the white
- marble blocks that built up the outer wall of the Axiom Church’s
- Central Cathedral.
- My right hand that grasped the black sword’s grip was damp
- with sweat, with my elbow and shoulder joints unable to bear
- the weight, and threatening to let go even now. That was only
- natural—the weight of two humans, one longsword with superhigh
- priority, and one set of armor were hanging off my right
- arm that couldn’t even be considered muscular.
- There weren’t any handholds on the wall, as smooth as a
- mirror, and I couldn’t stab the sword in any further. All was
- below my body was the never-ending empty sky. Moreover, not
- only my right hand, gripping onto the sword, was reaching its
- limit; that applied to my left hand that had a female knight clad
- in a heavy golden armor hanging off it too.
- (Alicization Dividing, 18)
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