Desire

"How long have you been practicing shamanism?"

First of all, a thousand questions. It was two days after I decided to take him as my second master. Suddenly, he drags him out to the training ground, staring at his face, slightly embarrassed. Ajin hesitates for a moment. It took him only two years to master the art of shamanism. Ajin's build-up of shameless skills was due to his advantages as a player in the game, giving him enough time to reach his current state of affairs for two years. But it's indigenous to the world, and it's impossible to make sense of the players.

".. for about 20 years."

Ajin replies with a slight look at his head. I nodded my head as if I knew it would be so. "What did you learn to be a shaman?" A thousand questions. Azin thought for a moment and opened his mouth.

"Based on the blood drinking method, I have studied the blood drinking method, the blood widow, the right to be married, and the ceiling of hemostasis. In addition, we have mastered the method of suction tubes with a polarity, a seven-star, nondescript secret of celestial life, and a polarity of transfusion pores, which are unmanned by the blood."

Although the original name is a thousand drinks, I changed it appropriately in case of a misunderstanding. "It's a blood-drinking technique. How well did you learn it without doing it?" A thousand questions. Azin shrugs and replies.

"It's all about six stars."

"Expand the Bloody Marriage Rights and the Bloody Wave Ceiling."

Thousands of orders. Azin immediately opens his armorless arms. Expanding it did not have a brother, so it was all about swinging it. I looked at it, frowned and asked.

"Good power, but bad moves."

I commented so honestly. ".. a man without a brother." Ajin adds as an excuse. The Hematopoiesis and the Hematomawave Ceiling are ways to maximize the power of the power of the books and intestines, not have a brother. Instead, Ajin only covers his brother's absence with his extremely sharpened reflexes, battle senses, and experience. That said, I laughed a lot.

"I can only laugh because he doesn't have a brother."

He shook his head like that.

"How can you run without learning to walk?"

Asin is unable to answer his question. It was because the words of Heaven were against the position of the obstinate Raw Snow. In the past, the smell of raw snow would point to pain. She said that having a brother in the air was a repression of freedom and possibility. You said there were restrictions on movement because of your presence.

"Abandon your brother. Yeah, that's definitely the end of the shameless. But you have to live to the fountain. I can't even run without knowing how to walk. I don't have wings. How can I fly? As long as they have wings, birds that have not learned how to fly cannot fly."

He frowned and shot me like that. I couldn't say much for the pain. Ajin's practice of shamanism was due to the teachings of the monk, not his choice. Do I have to be angry now? Ajin thought seriously. It was because they denied the teachings of Raw Snow from the front.

"Of course, you don't deny all the teachings of the Blood Witch."

Azin considers whether he should be angry or not, but he adds. He nods as he snorts.

"At least she taught you how to flap. You just didn't have wings. Looks like that's the one I need to teach. Okay, roughly."

He nodded his head, muttering like that. He makes a loud noise and approaches Azin. As he stretches his feet, the sack lying next to his feet floats into the air. Thousands stopped in front of Azin and put down the sack. "Open it." At the sound of a thousand tons, he leaned down and opened his pouch. The things inside were old, discolored-free books.

"I have mastered the three laws."

He opened his mouth with a grumpy face.

"Hundred won right to kill. Wind surpass. Heat civil rights."

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"I also learned the three lengths. Renal cardio extensions, scarlet fever, samracheon outfit."

Azin looks down. He swallows a gulp as he looks at the empty books filled with them.

"In addition, I learned three methods of taboos and three methods. There are 12 handicrafts that have been properly trained in polarity. Even though the love was not learned by extreme temperament, there is no end to the manual work done by bashing it in the head and smashing it into the body. Why do you think I'm telling you this?"

Asin waves his head, wondering if he'll think about it for a moment. It was better to say that I don't know anything than answer it for no reason. Indeed, he said with a big smile.

"I've mastered craftsmanship as soon as I shut up. I know the rule of law, the law, the law of abstinence, the law of abstinence. Then I turned my eyes to the law. I knew how to reach, how to hit, but I avoided and approached it because I couldn't learn it all by hand. I learned how to help again. I learned a few tricks, I reorganized them... and when it was over, I was over 50."

I have mastered dozens of shameless things. The end of it before and after the age of fifty was proof that it was a great boneless. It is difficult to master a single shaman in his lifetime and fight for it. However, there were dozens of them. Azin peers at the monstrous concentration in the icy, sunken eyes. His eyes were the eyes of a mad genius.

"After that time, I was confident I wouldn't have to do the work anymore. And then I started throwing him away. It didn't work out. Of course, he's trained dozens of shameless bodies. It can't be easy to give up all those moves. So I cut off my arms. Like I said, I'm ignorant. No matter how much I thought and prepared, I could only move in the way my body was used to. I was dissatisfied with it, and I kept trying, but I couldn't make a stubborn idiot out of it. That's why I cut off my arms. Stupid, ignorant way."

When he said that, he looked up and saw the pain.

"You're lucky, though. You've already abandoned your brother, and your body is perfect for him. What's immature is that you have that body and you can't attack it properly."

Azin's laws were developed in a thorough and practical manner. Starting with the beta service, Azin learned how to fight against the Black Snow or fight monsters, and until now, he completed it with a massage from other Muslims.

"Your shaman will look more porous to the master than you."

Azin did not protest.

"The only reason you survived all this time was because you were faster and stronger than the others. Those weaker than you won't even notice that you're a hole in the ground. I can't help it. I wouldn't have been able to drill a hole if I'd known. If he knew about the flying attack, he would have been too fast to avoid it, and even if he had stopped it, he would have been crushed as soon as he touched it."

It was imperfect, it had been pointed out since the time it first arrived in the bloodstream. You're worse off than you are right now. Azin thought he'd overcome it. But it was not overcome. Simply put, Azin had grown stronger. He got faster and stronger. Although the amount of internal air volume increased and the skill of internal air use did not increase. He bludgeoned his body with a thousand rainforests and killed his opponent with a ferocious tentacle and the Thousand Marriage Pass and the Thousand Ridge Ceiling.

"It doesn't work on someone faster and stronger than you."

It reminds me of when I faced a thousand horses. Thousands took Azin's attack like a child's prank and brutally destroyed Azin's self-defense.

".. well, there won't be many people who can play with you like that at this time. Even I admit that you have a great body. That's why I thought I'd make you my apprentice. I have the talent and the vessel at my age, and I don't want it to rot."

Thousands of thousands of people said so and looked down at the book without any papers.

"So get used to it. These are the things that I've learned myself and made me who I am. I won't tell you to fully understand, but just smash the shameless brother in your head. And then you hit yourself. Maybe that's it, and if you roll your head properly, you can get some wrinkles from the coriander than you can."

He paused for a moment while saying that.

"If your talents are better than what I see now, I'll tell you something better."

".. the good stuff? What are you talking about?"

"The Invincible."

Thousands said.

"That's a rather lame name. No matter how many times I think about it. I wanted to name it something more plausible. W-why? The Underworld Destruction Act, the ultimate power. But there's already a shaman by that name. So I'm intangible, and I don't like it. If you're familiar with intangible water, give it a good name. Don't embarrass me."

The Underworld Destruction Act, the supreme power. When he heard the name of the shaman speaking with a serious face, he thought about whether he should smile or not. Was that a joke? But his face was so serious.

"... I saw what Master was doing... why. You know, the one that kicks it out before it reaches the end of the attack.

"It can't be called a shaman. He's just a trickster. He can't teach. Dig deep for decades. If you don't want to see them, you can see where their hands are moving. Yeah, we should name it this time. How's Siman?"

I was named right away. Siman. It was an intuitive and easy to know name. "Not bad." Azin mutters, smiling proudly.

"Right? I'm actually pretty good at making a name for myself. After all, inner peace is something you can't teach. It's just... natural to do it. Very naturally."

It was so unexplainable that I couldn't explain what the mood was. He scratches his back head and says, Azin nods slowly. In fact, he already had something similar to mind. With mental acceleration, everything looks slow except for azine. If it has been developed, crossed over, and encountered with various laws, like the Thousand Thousands said, it will be able to predict where the attack will come from naturally. Of course, it was too far away for him now.

"Well, that explains it. Once you get used to it, it won't be hard to get used to it, since you probably have the basics so far. Ask me if there's anything you don't know about the report. Don't mess it up by yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Azin lowered his head as he said. He first lifts up the old unofficial book on the top. A hundred-won brawl. Azin focuses his mind slowly as it unfolds.

[Do you want to learn the right to kill Hundred Won?]

I heard that voice in my head. The most powerful advantage a player has. Ajin smiled and replied in his heart. 'Yes.' Then I started to remember how to move the brother of the Hundred Won Brawl and the air in my head.