Desire

“Where did you learn to be a free worker? ”

Jinwol asks. As he loosened his wrist, he glances at Jinwol. “Do I have to say it?” I answered the question with a question. At that, Jin blinked his eyes and laughed.

“No, you don't have to. ”

It is one of the taboos to ask Muslims about shamanism. Even though this place is not advanced, it can be respected because it is the same Muslim. Jin pulls his foot back slightly.

“I learned the sword from the shaman. ”

I didn't even ask, but Jin talked.

“There I learned the sword, played the part, and was re-enacted by a man called the Moonlight Sword. Do you know an unmanned Moon Young swordsman? ”

“I don't know.”

“Wudang?”

“I don't know, it's the birthplace of the Old File Room.” In response, Jin nods, smiling. Five knight captains, including the commander of the impending task force, came forward. Azin glances at you, and eyes meet with the Steel Knight Master, Ekidna. Ekidna ignored Azin's gaze.

“Do you know anything about fighting? ”

“Somewhat. ”

“There's nothing quite like a dancer on the line. It's nice to meet a trendy person from another country...”

His eyes narrowed.

“I have a position here, so I won't let you. But I don't want to hurt you too much. Surrender if you can't. ”

“If that's the case, I will.” Ajin replies with a grave face. I look around. I see a lot of eyes over here. Hermione stands there. Hermione swallows her saliva with a tense face. Hermione smells of Raw Snow. She had her arms crossed with a crooked face.

[Son of a bitch, you're talking nonsense.]

The groaning and groaning of the black snow gave him a bloody smile. You're right. I'm tired of answering the question because I don't know who the other person is. Ajin sets his feet apart. He clenches his fist and looks forward.

“When did you come to Gracia? ”

“The number of years is 12 years old. ”

Twelve years. When he left the line, there was no bloodshed. The doorway of the bloodline was hallucinatory, the sect was the Lord of the Moorish, and it was not even pronounced by the church.

When Wudang had the Tai chi swordsman.

“Where to begin?"

“Anytime. Come first, I'm ready. ”

Jinwol's hand rises. He wraps his blade around his right hand. That was all there was to it. Do you look shallow or do you know how to use an incision? Either way. Ajin felt the way he looked at himself. I've never been to Verzola before. I don't hate being noticed.

If it's the same situation, I'd appreciate your attention. Chug, chug. The old armor wrapped around both fists and feet. I changed my gaze a little. But he didn't say anything else.

Hermione swallows a gulp.

To the front or to the side? Stretch your feet slowly. During that moment, he thought about how he would move. The target learns swords from the shaman. Then maybe it's the Ultimate Sword or not at that level. I've seen Wudang's Black before. I only saw it break, but that's enough to know.

Leave as a variable: the sword of the moonlight sword. I've never heard of the Moon Young Swordsman. I've seen swordsmanship at the edge of swordsmanship. I thought of the thousand horses who were destroying the Great Taegeum examination alone. And the shameless union that drove the heavenly host, and the laws that were given to them, and the laws, and the rules.

Stretched feet step on the ground. Forward, Jinwol's feet were slightly pulled back. He tightly wraps his hand around the sack, preparing for the front. I strengthened my arms. The wrist is flexible, and the sword is always drawn. No, that won't be necessary. There are a lot of people who look at it like they don't know. Nobles, nobles. The other chiefs of the Knights are also looking at this place. I stand here because the Emperor himself appointed me. I've never had an opportunity like this.

So at first, let's loosen up a little. Fingers tightly grasp the hilt, but my mind is relaxed. At that moment, Azin's foot completely stepped on the ground. One in the front, and two more. From the right foot to the left, the moment it repeated, the expression of progression changed.

Already?

There was enough distance between them. It was only a few dozen steps. It becomes zero. It becomes zero. My loose mind tightened tightly. Suddenly, the sword was drawn. The pale silver flashes forward. I thought, I might die in a strike, a little late. But I felt a crisis, and I just reacted.

Nothing gets caught by the drawn sword. His hands didn't feel a thing. I can't reach him. His feet move as soon as I'm sure of him. What do I use it for if I only know how to wield a sword as a swordsman? Jinwol's body slides sideways. Percussion, and sand dust were dragged.

Ajin stops there. Until just now, there was a crescendo, and a few more steps aside. I was a little embarrassed by Jinwol's face.

There was no attack. It just jumped forward. I realized him, and his face turned a little red. It feels ridiculed. Azin turns his head to look forward. Seeing his crooked eyes, Jin barely swallowed the swearing speech that gushed to his throat.

As the dust settles, the Fantastic Sword swings again. The dust cracks and the body shifts slightly. The lower back tilts back. The trajectory of the swinging sword changes before the sharp ripples are touched. Jin stretches his feet forward. A gunfight rages on like an old man.

‘You must be pissed. ’

I was going to make fun of you for the first time, but you scratched your pride too much. Well, a lot of people do. You move your lower back slightly, avoiding the sword. I heard it was quite strong, but it was actually nothing. Still, I thought I could praise the fact that the sword was fast.

I clenched my fist slightly. There were many stabbing holes, and there were too many stabbing holes to worry about. Is it too much to punch in the face, or is it better to just smack it in and out? The idea at first was to end it overwhelmingly and neatly before someone else intervened.

The kid has no idea what he's talking about.

You reach out. From left to right, a little lower to upper. It was a veil attack from your left waist to your right shoulder. I opened my hands completely by letting go of the fist I was holding loosely.

The sword is caught. His expression changes completely. No, we're not. The hand that intervenes in the slash completely blocks the sword's movement. The slight pressure makes my wrist tingle. Jinwol straightaway twists her back as she draws her sword. The bandaged sword flies back to Azin. My hands move again. The other hand rises up along the blade's trail.

It's blocked again. The sword is piercing. Jin shudders his face and draws his sword back. A checkpoint came to mind in the moonlight. The sword's movements have completely changed. It was not just fast, but powerful.

"It's the ultimate sword."

Flexible swinging swords have conveyed a feeling of pressure as if they were facing Mount Tai. It seems slow to move, but hard to chase with the eyes. Taegeuk is a sword representing the shaman in the Old File Room.

I clenched my fist.

Ka 'ang! The flowing sword rises above you. Before I was even frightened by Jinmonth's expression, my feet stretched out. The distance the sword reaches becomes the distance the fist reaches. His widespread hands came to the face of Jinwol. At that moment, Jinwol's head was white.

The extended hand no longer came forward. It was close enough that I could feel the breath of Jinwol. Jin looks at the hand that stopped in front of his face with open eyes.

“You said you learned the sword from the Moonlight Swordsman. ”

Azin asks, "It's just the Black Shaman's Tai Lung sword that Jin has been showing me." In response to Azin's question, he slowly lowers the sword he was reaching and takes a few steps back.

“... that's comforting. ”

He clears his face and mutters. The Ultimate Sword cannot handle it. My back was damp with cold sweat. What the hell is he doing? Between the doubts, Jinwol recaptured the sword.

“You seem a little shallow. I apologize.”

Son of a bitch, he's still got his mouth on. Azin hides his insides, smiling and nodding his head. “Are we going back?” Jin did not answer the question he asked, but laid his sword beside him. My left hand came up and stopped at chest height. Jinwol nods her head, her outstretched left hand pointing toward Ajin.

The posture has changed. It's a moonlight sword. I don't know who it is, but let's see how good it is. Seeing as you used the Ultimate Sword first, it must be the real sword. Maybe it's better to stay a little distance, or maybe it's better to be a free man. A silver thread loosens from the side of the sword. The thin thread of strength completely envelops the sword, but is insufficient, causing it to soar to the top. The curved strength reminded me of the crescent moon.

The moment I reached out, Jinwol swung her sword without waiting. The sword approaches with a fierce sound. Seeing that I was writing with strength, I didn't think I was going to behave as quietly as before. Well, maybe this way, too. No, not yet. Nothing I couldn't get my hands on, but I pulled myself out. The moment I pulled my foot back, the form of strength changed. A long gust of strength increases the distance between the sword.

The head is tilted back. A few shaking strands of forehead slash into the sword and soar into the air. It's not just a sword, it's a forge. It was acknowledged that it was a fairly high quality sword. Even if it is just to increase the distance, it is not easy to control the strength at the moment the sword swings.

The sword in Jinwol's hand spins. The edges of the twisted steel are cut down like a sickle. Simply controlling the rich, then let's dig in. Azin leans over and plunges into the crescent's arms, avoiding the falling blade.

At that moment, the shape of the steel wrapped around the sword completely changed. The strong swells and becomes a circular circle. The crescent moon became full moon. It looks like a giant blunt force, rather than a sword. I did something, so it's a moonlight sword. Azin clenches his fist with a bloody smile.

The red force is overwhelming. The left fist is placed at the waist and the torso is twisted all over. Kuang! Strength and strength collide. The inside of the crescent shook. The incoming force struggle from the front is a duel about how strong each other's internal forces are.

I'm being pushed? ’

To a young man like that, Jin stumbles, barely holding on to the sword. It was unbelievable, but it was actually pushed forward. The streets are narrowed. We need to reopen. The distance between a swordsman and a man of power is different.

Ajin had no intention of keeping Jinwol's distance. He said he was the best worker in the history of the workforce, but it didn't look like much. I will admit that I am outstanding, but I can't compare it to the azin who was called the hematoma in the Jinn.

You reach out your hand. You reach the finger of the loose-handed fist a little longer. My fingers dig through the crack in my breastplate. As Jinn tries to retreat, her fingers hang completely between his breastplate.

I tug. I lean forward, staggering. The other fist, which was holding tightly, is inserted into the side of the crease. I loosened up. I didn't want to break my ribs for nothing.

Even if I loosened my grip, I was punched without defence, but I can't help but get sick. There was a sound of wind between her lips. My body trembles. I raised my knee, pulling out my fist. Kwak 'jic! A side bending knee slashes the thighs of a long month.

“Hehe!”

Jinwol wields her sword again as she supports the relaxed bridge. I didn't have to pull it back. Rather, I was completely attached. No matter how hard you pull your arm back, you can't hold the sword like that and slash the target. Realizing that, Jin swapped swords. Phew! The back of my hand swings across my chin.

My head shakes. My moonlight is dazed. Should I pull it back from here? The weight is on the hand between my breastplates. My legs are completely relaxed. If you step back, you won't be able to stand anymore.

“So.”

I lowered my voice. I don't know if you're listening or not.

“Why are you bluffing? ”

I took out a finger across my breastplate and smashed her face with another fist.

A floating crescent rolls over the ground.

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