Desire

The sinking air raises its blade sharply. Despite complete silence, the murals meditate steadily. His closed eyes did not wrinkle, and his white face and bright golden hair were neat. No breeze, no breeze. There were five swords of different lengths and shapes around the stationary wall inscription.

I see it! The wraith's hand stretches out like lightning. She wields one hand at the nearest, elongated Claymore. Ouch! A sharp voice silences you. The eyes of the closed mural are narrowed.

“Slow.”

An old voice appeared. The sound of fluttering footsteps, the gaze of the murals turned around. It was an old man in a white dress who stood behind him. He rubs his beard down to his chest and looks at the murals.

“Swinging the sword was fast, but it was slow. If I had my way, I would have cut your throat five times. ”

The Swordsmanship. He speaks in a bold voice, and the murals drop their swords without answering. The statue sighs low, looking at the five swords around the mural.

“You haven't picked one yet? ”

The question was answered only yesterday. “Yes.” Word on the street is that the Swordsmanship statue is a teacher of murals. It is famous that the Yew statue was amazed by the sword wielded by the wall sword, lowered his knee and begged her to become his disciple, and it is not a false rumor that catches clouds. However, the truth is a little different from the rumors.

Wallpaper is not a disciple of the Fortune Teller statue.

“Claymore is long, but heavy. ”

The Yebaek statue looks at Claymore, where the murals drop. It was sharp and balanced enough to be called a sword.

“Rapiers are fast, but lightweight. ”

The prophecy continued. Wallswords have five swords, all five of which are different. Usually, the wallpaper picks the right sword for the bird and spreads the sword differently depending on the weapon.

“The dagger is easy to wield, but there is little room for dotting. ”

Zubbuck. The Yebaek statue approaches the mural.

“Pulse is good, but it's hard to stab. ”

The wall blindfolding raises the body. She narrows her eyes and looks at the statue, and the statue smiles gracefully and touches her beard.

“The most blackened sword. A simple sword that may not be special, but cannot be imperfected in every way. The sword is commonly called the King of Mankind, and I am also called the Sword Sword Sword Sword Sword. So...”

“Fuck you.”

There was a stumbling block in Yensai's words, which he spoke solemnly. Phew! A back-breaking blow strikes the Yew statue, wrapping his head around a gasp. After taking a low leap and falling to the ground, he frowned as if he had just smashed his little fist.

“What's a sword? Who can't even control my space. ”

“Khh... khh... Stage agreements...! ”

“If you keep blowing that ridiculous wind at her, you're really going to die. What's the big deal? ”

He grunts and sticks his hand in his sleeve and crosses his arms. The spit came out, and Ye Sae shrugged her shoulders while keeping her mouth shut. It may seem like an old man and a young boy to others, but Ye Ye knew very well how fearless the sword was. Jinsung Moorim, who is regarded as the strongest of all the factions, breaks his sword in five hundred seconds against noninterference. It was so transcendent that he had completely deviated from the understanding of the Black Premonition of Unsubstantiated, and he could not resist the words of Unsubstantiated when it came to the sword.

“A black sword of any kind. A long blade, a weapon that cuts and stabs things. Anything gets your hands on. Whether it's Claymore or the cattle knife. We don't have to hurry. We don't have to choose. If you like all five things, you can use them all. ”

I smiled without hesitation. He widened his ears and glanced at the statue of the Hundred Eyes listening to the story.

“Neither are you, you stupid sword. It is wrong to split the sword into different kinds in the first place, to know what is great and bad, and to be filled with the pretense that the sword is the King Almighty. Pretend you know nothing and think your sword is the best, so there's no progress. I can't even tell you what a sword looks like, what a sword is, and what a sword is best. How dare you talk about a sword less than me? ”

As Jeongseop shot at him, Ye Ye Saeng shut her mouth and said. If someone else had said something like that, he would have cried out, but he couldn't say Moore, because he broke his sword to speak.

“The Black Blade, after all. It breaks when you swing it.It's a terrible weapon if you don't have it in your hand. Born to cut, stab, cut flesh, and bleed. When you swing, your body becomes a sword, and your mind becomes a sword. ”

“Stage negotiations, training the black spirit, enlightening the...”

As the statue sneaks in, he glances at him with his eyes wide open.

“You're talking nonsense, swinging your sword. What do you know? If you want to be fresh, shut up and meditate. Didn't I tell you not to talk shit? ”

The statue was silent again. He crosses his arms with a grumpy face and looks at Devello.

“Well, there's a different point of view. What he's saying isn't wrong. But you're my disciple, so I'm gonna raise you my way, and you're gonna think like me. There's no need to rush, you'll naturally come to your senses when you master the Soul Woman Doubt and the Medieval Sword. ”

“I hear the Blood Dragon is here. ”

Devello opens his mouth, silent. He nodded his head and touched his beard.

“They said they just came in today. With the Bloodbath."

“That's the one, isn't it? A disciple of the Blood Witch.”

I glared at him with a smile. Devello nods. I've been living here for a long time, and I've never been out of town. But that doesn't mean you can't hear the rumors. How many times have I heard the story of the young Safa master flying his name on the cliff? Wall painting of the sperm, blood dragon of the safa. They are the best of the Moorish youth review indices, and they are being compared to each other, so they must not have heard the rumors.

“I'm sure they'll join the Blind Dragons. ”

Yebaek muttered, touching his beard. Black and white monolithic festival, a Muslim festival that does not divide the waves from the safa. Although the original intention was for the unity of the sect and the Safa, it was only a matter of time before the decision was made to determine which of the two would be better. Big waves and safaris, small waves and doorways.

“Then we'll meet. ”

Devello mutters, touching his sleeve. The statue stiffens with her muttering and moves forward. Originally, there was no plan to participate in the Blind Eye Glass Ball. Even if it wasn't, it was considered to be the strongest of the current quartile postgrades, and I didn't have to go to a dance to have an earthquake.

‘No, it can't be. ’

He thought he had too much on his mind. She was well aware of how great her sword was compared to her age. I know that admiring her sword was the truth, and that she is already of no color compared to her inner circle of censors. But...

“Is it the Blood Dragon? ”

A blood-borne meta-human. If the rumors are true, he will be the archrival of the mural. And if the Wall Swordsmanship were to be defeated by the Blood-Shining Dragon, what would the phase of the fallen sect be? The Blind Beast, the Heavenly Beast. It is not just a non-dance, as long as I am a Moorish.

“Good. We have to pay back the last debt, right? ”

I ignored the prophecy and laughed nonchalantly. Devello nods.

“I was lucky to win. He didn't know the first thing about the Medieval Sword... and he was careless. If he'd been discreet, it would have been you. You know?”

“Yes.”

Devello smiles nervously at his reply.

“Glad you know. There's nothing to be ashamed of about winning. If you're going to win, you'd better win beautifully. I could screw the Blood Witch. ”

Tak, percussion. A light step approaches Devello, expressionless, smiling up at her.

“Try to win for sure this time. ”

“Yes.”

A slight smile comes to mind in Devello's mouth.

*

“You're not getting married anyway, are you? ”

Persian grunts, his cheeks fluttering. Asin, who was sitting across from her, sticking his chopsticks in the dish, stopped his chopsticks and stared at her. Just before, I asked her to restrain me, and Persian was tightly pinched.

“I have no intention of getting married, but I'm engaged to someone else. In fact, it is.”

“Since when do I care about other people's eyes? ”

“I've been paying a lot of attention in the place I'm showing you. I don't want to hear any rumors. ”

“Are you afraid of rumors, or am I afraid? ”

“Aren't you eating? ”

Seeing Azin spinning his horse, Persec puckers his lips. She grabs her chopsticks and grunts, stirring the dish.

“I don't hate secret relationships, but heh. It's not a good feeling to be treated a second time. ”

“I've never seen Persian here a second time. ”

“He doesn't know me yet, does he? ”

His body stopped stiffening on a sudden throw. Persian grumbles as if he was waiting.

“Well, I'm not a worn out woman, and I'm not frustrated because I'm full of color. Why doesn't he know me? ”

“.. aren't you eating? ”

“If you like it that much, don't just eat the ramen, but eat something else. ”

“There's plenty of ramen on the outside. It's a hassle. ”

“What if I make it? ”

“You know how to do that? ”

Persian grimaces again. Azin grins and clutches his chin with his hands.

“Well, the White Vowels... will soon be cleared. ”

“Marry me? ”

“Master won't let you. ”

Azin shrugs and grins. In response, Persian said with a thin smile.

“I won't let you. ”

It sounds like a joke to me, but it doesn't sound like a joke to him. He grins bitterly and picks up a dish. Currently, Ajin and Persik have entered the restaurant on the western side of the leader's gate. The black-and-white monologue wasn't far off, so the leader's heading was phosphorylated with players and NPCs.

‘Are they players or NPCs looking this way? ’

He eats the dish, swallowing out a smile. The taste of cooking was great, whether it was worth it or not, but the way I looked at it was so obvious that the taste of the food seemed to fade slightly. ‘I don't feel good.’ Azin narrowed his eyes. The sharpened sensation captures the gaze facing this way, and makes you feel clouded by what it contains.

‘Especially hostile. ’

Azin thought, taking the cup to his lips. It is said to be the capital, but the longitude is the center of the wave. Those who look this way, they're probably still alive. So are they players or NPCs? Either way, Azin grins.

‘.. let me introduce myself. ’

It's not very well introduced because it's stuck to the wall. Ajin chuckles.

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I went to Japan.