Stop It! It’s Not Me That’s Strong… It’s the Sword…!

the convenient ability to weaken the enemy and strengthen oneself.

Without hesitation, I drew Muramasa and sliced through the werewolves at lightning speed.
As

always, I showed them no mercy.
But the werewolves, narrowly escaping the barrage of knives, retreated in fear, realizing they couldn't hope to win.

With a swift kick of their strong limbs, they vanished in the blink of an eye.
But I had no intention of letting them get away.

“Come on, Eyetone, don't let them escape.”

With a fierce shout, my left arm shot forward and a black chain lashed out from my sleeve.
The sharp, beak-like tip soared through the air, piercing the abdomens of the fleeing werewolves one by one, each cry of agony echoing through the forest.

“Behold the Black-clad Chain, Eyetone.” Its legend was one of “capture” and “liver extraction torture,” truly a weapon of sinister taste.

Originally, it seems that the chain was made up of various punishments inflicted by a god named Prometheus.
Normally, it's just a chain bracelet, but when it sees prey, this is what happens.

The principle behind it is that it can stretch chaotically and shoot straight for the liver.
Well, I like hormones too, so it's fine, isn't it?

“So, what do we do from here…
oh!?”

My body moved on its own as usual.
I concentrated the blood-charged energy I received from Dainsleif into my arm and pulled the werewolves impaled on my chain towards me!

“Gaaaaah!?!”

“Huhuhuhu!?”

The weight of the chains was so heaby that I felt a jerking sound from my waist, but I didn’t care about that and threw the chain into the air.
The werewolves were lifted up like fish caught on a line.
They can't escape now.
And then…

“You will be the one to deal the finishing blow, Arash…!”

―Disintegrate!―

I pulled the chain to my sleeve and drew out a large-caliber, jet black gun.
Dark light gathered at the muzzle.
I felt really uncomfortable.
I aimed at the werewolves and said, “Please, just die with one shot, all of youuuu!!”

The moment I pulled the trigger, an immense destructive light was released into the air! It engulfed the werewolves, and in an instant, they were reduced to dust.

It's incredibly powerful.
At first glance, it seems like an extremely powerful weapon, but…

“The Black Karma Death Gun―Arash.
Its legend is 'Annihilation' and…
Uwahhh!?”

The hand holding the gun suddenly twisted.
The muzzle, which was aimed at the enemy, is now pointed at me, and the trigger is being pulled with force.

――This is Arash's legend.
'Self-destruction after annihilation'.
This weapon, which used to be a bow, forces the user to face death in exchange for high firepower.

Its personality is just too nasty.
What's so fun about this, damn you?!

―Fear of the archer!―

―Suicide in despair!―

―Die!―

Ughhhhh, I'm about to be killed by this damn gun!!! Even a slight pull of the trigger and I'll be dead…