THE GIRL NAMED LISLIME

It is Dennis grabbing my sword with his iron hands, and I can’t move it and can’t pull it away. He is stronger than how I grip. Oh, no. This time, if he attacks me while my sword is stuck I can’t block it with anything I’ll die for sure.

But why is it that his hand is not being burn as he is grabbing my scorching sword? Is it because he is girth with metal as what I can see as he covered himself half of his body with steel and it becomes an armor? What power he possesses! I don’t know what to do! Am I going to die?

“You are weak, useless. This sword doesn’t belong to you!” he says with the intent of sneering me.

And then he raises his sword, and this time it’s going after me. He’s gonna stab me! This is it. He’s going to kill me!

This is frustrating! I hate this!

All my emotions get mixed up. I lose focus already. I close my eyes and entertain my hatred about my life again. I hate this. I don’t like this situation. I’m pissed and angry. Go ahead and kill me! I don’t mind. I hate this!

I am gnashing my teeth with enmity.

He indeed accelerates to stab me with full thrust . . . he wills to kill me.

I see the other two. They are sprinting towards us in haste, with a face of fret. Trying to stop Dennis, and I am mad towards them because it’s too late. They are far. They are useless. The point of his sword will reach the back of my chest in a matter of time. I hate this situation. I hate these three!

My sight veers into all pitch-black. And I feel like my body is shawled by something great. It is powerful that surges within me.

Before the edge of his sword reaches me impaling my back, I am able to impel my sword like it was a stick, dragging his arm as he’s still having his full grip on my blade. I use the body of my blade to block the stabbing pointy edge of his lethal sword.

But this time the color or my flame turns to black from top to bottom. Blazing dark fire, that is darker than the night.

He lets go of my sword as it penetrates through his metal skin. I could see in his hand that he was burned. His eyes are shrieking with pain. Yet it seems that it didn't bother to stop him. He comes forward towards me despite what happened to him. Raising his sword above, a stance that he’s going to rip me into half. I could see that this time it’s out of anger that he’s going to sack me.

I feel odd this time, seems like my body is moving on itself. How did I even manage to move like that to interdict his lance earlier? So I snug and have my body take over itself.

The other two stall dashing towards us for a moment as they see a different outcome.

I level my sword as I weigh to be taken over by what seems possessing me. And inside my body, I could feel an energy that is unfamiliar to me.

There before me, he whirls his sword down toward my head. And my arm moves by itself and stopples it with my dark fire blade.

“What?” he cries, with a long face.

I could see that his eyes are widened with fear but he is suppressing it with anger. And he swings like a child without aim, though he is a child indeed. A lot of attacks from all sides and all angles, but I am there standing not moving an inch where I rank on the ground. But what’s going on? My body is moving by itself. I feel like I’m in a deep sleep now. I even catch myself yawning, and I can see Dennis in front in a blurry image.

Dennis is doing all he can, giving all he could. And he’s getting tired. He shows a swing that is wide and weak, planning to cut off my head.

I catch his iron sword with my bare right hand. I grab it like it is a piece of junk and nothing special about it.

His eyes locked, as this time it is me who is gripping his sword, and he can’t pull it out. He is trudging and panting.

And my mouth opens and starts uttering words. “Is this all you got? You are weak. You don’t deserve this sword.” And I realize that my mouth is curving up in itself. I could feel the form of it that I am grinning.

He is affright upon hearing what I murmur. He recalls those words are the very words that came out from his lips earlier. He gets the idea to cloak his head with metal and smashes it against my head. A head-butt smashes in my face. But he pulls back his head as it does not take effect on me. His reaction as my cold glare meets his, he is pathetically horrified. It seems like he saw a monster.

As soon as I am about to heave my sword and he discerns it, he lets go of his sword and jumps away from me.

The other two are about to do something as I can see that they have already uncloaked their cherub swords.

I find myself smirking at them like I’ve been vexed by some sinister spirit. As I don’t know what my body is doing now. I’m in a state of being half asleep and half awake. But I’ve regained my consciousness and got reawaken in a grumble.

And the dark fire fluctuates in its blaze. And my sword begins to change in colors. This time it turns into a white flame, and I jerk on its sudden change. Then it disperses like waters falling and flooding into the ground. I freak out as the fire spread on the area, and it goes after to all three of them. And no matter how they defend themselves against it, the fire goes through them.

The blazing white flame eats them up and swallows them like descending clouds. But they are unharmed, and it did not even do anything.

My body that is stiff and worn out feel like I’ve been charmed by a healing miracle, and all becomes ease in my body. Then the white fire that is all over the place like a cloud vanishes into thin air.

The fire turns into a color blue this time wreathing my sword. A harsh dark blue blazing against the sun. Shining with sharp heat that even reaching my hand and arm. Vexing fire like a lively beast that seems to hate the sun and anything that surrounds it. A gross scorch is what I’m feeling from my hand by holding its hilt. And I sense something that it’s like it is sending me a message. It’s like it’s talking to me: That the level of my sword now is sharper than any sword that the world could ever see. My flesh feel the stress and burden of this sword’s message. Something awful is about to happen—that’s what I predict.

I force myself and budge both my hands, I dropped Dennis’ sword and grip my sword tight. This stress is like I’m taming a dangerous giant beast. I don’t even know what I’m trying to do, but I need to control it.

There, it comes back to normal fire . . . but something is strange. I can’t move a muscle. I lose my grip, and I drop my sword as I don’t even have enough strength to wield it. I’m losing consciousness, and everything I could see in my surroundings goes dark.

I couldn’t remember what happened next.

I could smell the cool breeze of fresh air. And I’m starting to see the light again. I’m recapturing my consciousness and memories. I’ve woken up from passing out, huh?

There they are, the three faces of my friends, looking down on me—worried.

“You fainted, and you’ve been asleep for seven days,” Dennis says with a long face.

I bolt when I heard it. I try to get up, but I don’t have the strength yet, and my body won’t budge no matter how I force it.

I feel so much pain afterward, and it makes me scream, “My body hurts!”

And someone’s clasp, a soft hand I’ve felt in my head, a very warm, and a lovely hand. I tilt my head back to see who it is—a beautiful girl. A blond hair, white face, with perfect teeth shimmering like the stars. An angel looking down on me. It is comforting. The look in her eyes are like jewels that are within my reach.

My heartbeat pounds like it never did before. This is a fantastic feeling surging in my veins that I’ve never felt before in my life. I can hear my blood flowing in harmony. Her presence is like heaven, and time is lost on its counting. Even seconds fade before her. I am staring at her and do not know it’s been a few minutes already. I’m in love.

“My little sister will melt with that scorching glare of yours. Stop it,” Dennis complains.

“Sister? She is your—” I answer brusquely, turning from her to him and back to her.

Lester cuts me off. “Wow, your strength is back because Lislime is here, huh?”

They all laugh!