Desire

Devello is strong. I had no intention of denying it. Devello was the best player Azin had ever seen. Ajin assumes that she is ranked # 1. The monstrous reflexes, velocity, and battlessense that were not that different from the ones who had mastered martial arts made her an unlikely subranker.

‘The same goes for skill levels. ’

Reminds me of the sword Devello wielded. Skills containing the essence of swordsmanship as the feasts. And the last piece of the medical examiner. Despite Devello's swift attack, Azin clearly remembers most of it. But I couldn't remember the last time she held a sword. The reason for this was simple. Azin is going to launch the attack.

I didn't see it.

When he came to his senses, he was already stitched and groggy. The spirit was halfway gone and the battle was no longer possible. Devello drops his sword, and it hits the ground. And then... what happened?

‘I was careless.’

For your own comfort, there is one. Azin is cautious. To be precise, he's too hasty. The battle with Devello excites and strains him, and Azin is too hasty when he has a chance to kill Devello. Perhaps the result would have been different if we had been more relaxed and sure to drive Devello. If you hadn't been preoccupied with your attacks and examined her movements, you might not have been under the radar.

“What are you mad at? ”

Raw snow scent was bitten with a fat face. In that question, Azin raises his mouth tail to show his white teeth.

“Everything.”

“Are you mad at her? ”

“I thought that was everything. ”

Azin twitched his lip.

“Her name is Devello. I'm mad at her, and I'm mad at the swordsman who scratched me in the mouth when I was next to him. I'm mad at myself for losing. ”

But I don't see any anger on his face. His face is smiling and his voice is the same. I don't have to reveal it, I just hide it. If you can't stand it here, and you burst into anger, nothing changes. He lost to Devello, and that doesn't change right now.

So I bury it in my heart. I ask and chew a few times. If we meet again later, we can defeat them desperately. Just like you did with Luke's party, you can give yourself a warm and satisfying revenge.

“I don't know why I didn't see it in the first place. ”

The scent of Raw Snow folds its arms, bending at the waist. She stares at the pain with her narrow eyes.

“What the hell is going on? Why was Jun-seop here, and why did he fight? ”

He said, "You saw me and you found me." ”

Ajin recalled the first time he appeared without cohesion.

“I guess he knows I'm here and he's looking for me. I fought because...”

“That's what that maniac is thinking. You were going to insult me by putting your disciples in a battle, weren't you? ”

The answer is correct. He nods without explaining. Raw Snow burst out a low smile.

“You got hit by me for that. Well, it doesn't matter why. ”

The scent of Raw Snow bounces forward and approaches Azin. She leans down on the ground with her hands and stares up at his face.

“Why did you lose? ”

Raw Snow asked in a low voice.

“I don't think you have any vaginal factors. The Mainlander taught you the finest artisans I know. The Celestial Shrine is the strongest. It is more defeating and powerful than any other artisan. No, that's not it either. You've got a lot on your plate. It solved it with Marathon technique. And there's a salmon that complements all that and gives you direct strength. So... why did he lose? ”

The expression of Raw Snow was incomprehensible. She shrugs as she looks at Ajin, who shuts her mouth without answering.

“I don't mean to make you feel better, but you're pretty good. A man of your combat sensibilities thinks he's rare... He's not afraid to fight. Thanks to you, attacking is daring, but you're always a rational person who thinks he's losing money. Brave, but not overbearing. They read numbers. They think numbers. And it's not just mathematical. That's a great advantage. Immobility is hard to come by even the best of us. ”

“I didn't lose for any particular reason. ”

Azin opens his mouth.

“I was weaker than her. She responded to all of my attacks. The salvation my master has given me is amazing. My senses became sharper, made me feel most of the attacks, and I created a body that responded to the attacks I read about. And that was the same thing with her. ”

The smell of Raw Snow surprised me. She blinks wide and sighs, smiling bitterly.

“You're a natural. ”

She simply came to a conclusion.

“.. but my side was a little ahead of me. ”

“Of course you do. I didn't spend 20 years clinging to something so lame that I could be caught up in my natural talent. ”

He said that the smell of Raw Snow was a bit of pride. She sighs in frustration, scratching her head.

“... sometimes, there's that guy. It's rare... but it does exist. One who reaches a place where others rarely make much effort. Someone has been trying for years to replicate it by doing it a few times. ”

Raw Snow stopped for a moment.

“He's a genius. ”

And so I confirmed the conclusion. It's absurd, but it's true. There is definitely a Genius in the world. Azin chews his lips as he listens to her.

“You're good. But it's not genius. You can't say you're a genius if you play a lot, but you're a genius compared to a real genius. ”

The aroma of Raw Snow was frank. Ajin is not a genius. To put it bluntly, he was trying. In order to gain familiarity with the power gained, he logged into the game for an extended period of time to practice his skills. I closed my eyes in front of a large group of Harpies to familiarize myself with the senses of salvation, and slaughtered hundreds of wolves alone to become familiar with the Thousand Horsemen.

The strength he gained was due to that effort. Of course, his strength was ridiculously high compared to the time he spent trying. Poor genius, trying to fill it. But Devello, unlike Azin, was a true genius.

I have no choice but to be sick.

“Explain.”

The scent of Raw Snow stared at Azin and said.

“How you and that girl fought, why you turned out the way you did. Everything.”

Against the request of the Raw Snow scent, he cleared his mind for a moment. I remember the battle with Devello exactly, so it was not difficult to explain. Azin cleared out unnecessary scenes and explained to Raw Snow how he and Devello fought. How he attacked, how Devello avoided it, Plum Island, Yoo Nan-jeon, and Sail-Chul-horn. He told me about Devello's sword, and about the last time he made himself into a sword.

After hearing Azin's explanation, the smell of raw snow silenced for a moment without saying anything. She closes her only eyes. Ajin's explanation became a video in her head. Raw Snow scent imaged a specific battle by skeletonizing the story of Azin. Two lines face each other, and Azin comes and Devello moves... with his sword and fist. And at the end, Ajin collapses.

“... you've done a ridiculous thing, Irresistible. ”

The scent of Raw Snow, which had been obsessed with my thoughts for a long time, opened my eyes and muttered. I understood what Devello's sword was, the smell of Raw Snow.

“An indefinite test. It's definitely an indestructible name. I disassembled and assembled every sword that ever existed. So you have to be strong. ”

The black snow creaks its chin, muttering. After a moment of sobbing, she looks up and stares at Azin's face.

“I see why you lost. Right now, you're never gonna beat that bitch. ”

It was like a falling death sentence. Ajin stares at the scent of raw snow and frowns deeply.

“.. why? ”

“Because you don't know how she spreads her sword. ”

The answer to Raw Snow was simple.

“Do you know how to fig? ”

“Somewhat. ”

“What about the Silk Blade?”

“A little.”

“Do you know how to use a saber? ”

“.. I know what it looks like. ”

In response, he smiled at the smell of Raw Snow.

“Then, what do you know about the Taegeuk Hye sword? Do you know how difficult the Moon Blade is? Do you know how elegant the Amipa's new maiden sword is, and how tough the Hannam's Namhae Flesh is? Do you know how to perform a shared abdominal autopsy and a dragon's sword of adversity? Is that all? Do you know about the Southern Palace's electroencephalogram and how to use it? ”

The rapidly exhaled black snow scent takes a deep breath without even breathing a few swords. She shakes her head, squinting at her narrow-eyed eyes.

“Apart from this, there are several hundred swords in Moorish, perhaps more. Of course, the world is different from the world I used to live in. But somewhat similar. In other words, if there are a few hundred swords that I know, there are also a few hundred swords that no one knows. ”

The eyes of Raw Snow narrowed. She folds her fingers, counting, and clenches her fists.

“Seamless is a sword. I don't want to admit it, but for a sword, he's the best. The sword is a ghost who understands the weapons better than anyone and knows how to use it. It was an endless sword, and she learned it. ”

The hand of black snow indicates pain. She twirls a finger pointing to a grouchy face and laughs.

“You don't know anything about swords. You may know a little bit about the watermelon, but you don't understand it. I don't know how Taegeung Hye sword moves or how Plum sword is constructed. So it's inevitable. And the herbalist that she opened at the end. A moral exam... It's impossible to avoid it. That would be all the sword he knows. ”

“... never? ”

“Never! How can I avoid a sword wielded at your level?" Of course she's not a total loser. But it is the sword that contains all the black dandruff she wields. So it's inevitable. ”

I laughed again at the scent of raw snow, which I was sure of in a tone.

“He's made a maneuver in too many different directions for me. I did something new, and he perfected what he knew. The focus is different. I thought my shaman couldn't improve any more, so I made myself stronger... He refined his shaman even more. ”

“So, what do you want me to do? ”

Ajin said, slightly annoyed. It must feel bad to hear that you can never win.

“Can't win, so keep losing?" ”

“Didn't you see it last? The way I made the sword roll. ”

Raw Snow smiles brightly.

“I can win. How do I win? The answer is simple. ”

Raw Snow's scent reaches out. Azin flinches slightly at her approaching hand, but even before he retreats, his razor-scented hand rests on his head. She grins and strokes Azin's head.

“Trust this master and listen to what he says. ”

In the big words, he stares at her with a blank face. He considers what to say for a moment, and opens his mouth carefully after a brief silence.

“.. Yes? ”

“Don't be arrogant, but listen carefully. ”

The smile of Raw Snow grew darker.