Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

There is no consultation in the world ().

So it's arbitrary.

In other words, this world fantasy is uncompromising.

"I told you, right? You have the qualities of a great serial killer."

Look at this woman in front of your eyes.

Her name was Karin, who said she enjoyed the sound of madness. Don't you feel like you're stuck in a gutter?

The killer was a master of swordsmanship for more than twenty years.

That's why it's uncompromising.

There is nothing in my head but the fanatical idea of how to kill people better. If you think a little purely there, you will become a monster, but the idea of killing something will not change.

After all, martial arts is a technique that kills the other person.

Where is there consultation and willingness?

It's horrible.

But I'm the man who gave you a dog.

It's Kim Kat.

Today, I came here to learn the skill of murder.

"Yes... I tried to kill a lot of people, but this was never on my own, was it? It was a force majeure. That's because it's a real pittance."

"Murderers always say that."

"Damn it."

- Chae Yeon!

My sword flew into the sky. I swung Karin's wooden sword confidently, but the counterattack came from the unexpected. If it had been real, I would have allowed a blow to the wrist.

I sat down with that shock.

"That's nice. You're better than I thought. It was a pretty sharp attack just now. Did you kill a dozen people in the meantime because of the level of life you've been living? Very good. Very good! It's our guild's ear!"

Karin reaches out to me. I stood up with that hand.

Thinking about it, I thought it was hard to kill how many people since my last lesson.

Maybe there aren't ten, but once you think that socialists and robbers don't beat people, you don't kill a single person.

How to calculate miracles.

It's more Innocence.

"So, who did you kill? I had the most fun of it. Let's hear the story of the disciple after seeing him for a long time."

"Most people think it's a story they're reluctant to even put in their mouths."

Karin, who picks up the wooden sword, drags the oak barrel and sits on the gurter.

"That's good. What's more fun in the world than killing people? Literature also says that murder literature is the best law."

What the hell is murder literature?

"Well, love story?"

"The story of the murder by the political theatre would also be interesting."

"That's fucking ridiculous, motherfucker."

The day after graduating from the Arena. I came to the Inspection Guild with my regular routine sucked. to gain greater "strength." I immediately paid five silver and started retraining.

Because there are other trainees, Karin teaches the knife himself for about an hour. But now Karin was trying to forget the precious time.

Look at that face.

"Quickly brush your teeth. If you don't tell me, there's no class today."

"Oh, this is a mess. It's a mess."

"What's going on? Don't you know I'm giving you a special hand?"

Karin says I have fever and talent compared to other kids, so I have more hands. Thank you for that, but her 'hand' was like a beating that caught my attention, so to be honest, Gaoba.

"If you get it, do it quickly."

I swung my sadly shining sword in the color of a plucked borate and hurried.

This was not a demonstration of something, it was a suppression of violence.

"Damn it."

Well, it's not even a story to tell.

I decided to moderately organize my thoughts and open my mouth. What should I tell you first, since the last time I met Karin was definitely before the festival... the festival? Did I kill someone at the festival?

"Oh, right. That was it."

I think I killed a lot of robbers at the festival. When the guys I met on the mountain and Lina were being snatched by that fucking blue bitch and chased.

I must have killed a few at the time.

"Well, I met robbers in the mountains during the festival."

"Hoo? During the festival? Criminals don't distinguish between time and place."

Claudie and Copson. And when you acted with me.

"Six of them? Anyway, they're close to the group, so they surprise and kill one person, so they're both confused. So you agreed with your colleagues to kill a few more people, and they got scared and ran away?"

Surprise and preliminary bread. It was the best technique.

Once he kills a pup, the rest of them are terrified. Professional warriors may not be, but there is no way those who rob or carry around can overcome the horror of death.

"So what, he splattered and killed another panic. I want to kill the rest of them with my cooperation. That's how I solved the situation. I got the loot, too. Oh, my God. Those cheeks had Dalant. Yes, Dalant. You remember Dalant, right?"

"Is that what you sowed at the festival? I don't really care. I don't know."

Karin raises his head.

"Anyway, the Dalant is the event merchandise that was sprinkled in the church to enjoy the festival at the expense of the good deed, and the robbers were holding it. How dare you try to enjoy the festival on the subject of murderers? As a compliant citizen, a good tap would turn around."

At that time, Yama really seemed to be going around. I couldn't stand the thought that such criminals would enjoy the festival while traveling through the city.

"What do you say to yourself?"

Karin then pointed out sharply.

It is.

As a result, I would have killed a man anyway. Of course, it's a little vague to call it murder, but Karin was the one who thought it was all the same.

But I'm not.

I thought I'd think about it a little more properly.

Homicide isn't all the same. If a soldier who was conscripted after the war broke out shot and killed an enemy soldier, that would be murder, wouldn't it?

In a similar context, the killing of people or robbers who kill and extort gold could not be said to be murder. It was rather close to salvation. Only real killers or robbers like Karin can say it's murder.

In my view, killing an innocent man was the only murder.

In a little more detail, killing a good person who is sorry for me is murder on my standards. I don't know, but I've decided to think about it before.

They keep calling me a murderer, and I kill people, but I'm not a murderer, as explained above. Haven't we all had a good reason together?

Kill the beggar who took my bread, kill the one who beat me, kill the one who took the money, and rob and robbery. It's all about killing a bunch of evil socialites.

This can never be called murder.

"Oh, I hung up. I don't do it. Let's practice knitting."

I felt completely pinched and swollen my cheeks and twisted my head with my arms. I have nothing to say to Karin who is tearing my heart out.

"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry."

Then Karin apologized.

"What a jerk, motherfucker."

"Oh, why did you squeeze."

Well, roughly like that, I went on to do my knitting with a whiff.

Then, what happened to the socialists who nested in the underground waterway? After calling the church, I don't care at all, so I don't know what happened.

Thinking about it, Wand didn't even sell it and put it in a corner tank.

I have to sell it too. Did I tell you to come alone?

For now, the focus is on training.

- Oh, shit!

Karin's wooden sword, walking along the stern, checks the orbit with his eyes and casts a slash in response to it. The wooden sword is stuck in the cross guard, and I bend my hand and aim for Karin's neck.

The twisted wooden sword comes out of my blade and aims for my chest. To counteract this, the blade immediately lowers down. But a counterattack that comes right in.

We can no longer respond here.

The wooden sword touched my neck.

"Good. The reaction is fine. Don't think about it, think about how to act until the moment the fight is over. The first thing I think about is giving up."

"Very well."

"Then work hard on your fitness. Let's grab whoever's rolling over there and ask them to join us. You'll love it."

My personal teaching hours, which were about an hour away, were over. Karin leaves to see another guild member's swordsmanship. In this way, at the end of your personal tutoring time, you should extract the mulberry with fitness training.

Let's just run for an hour and get into muscle training.

I immediately dressed up and prepared to run the barracks.

- Hooray!

Then I found a torso muscle that retained my wild charm. After revealing his torso under 10,000 feet, he was somehow urged to pose, but he decided to endure it.

This wasn't a Arena.

Good. Let's run.

It's the start of the cardio movement from now on.

"Oh, you're in good shape, aren't you?"

"Hmm?"

As I was running, someone followed me and spoke to me kindly. Naturally, everyone in here is the same guild. I had never seen a face before, but it was a colleague or someone else.

"You look good, too. You did a little training. Here."

So I decided to speak kindly.

He was a characteristic silver-faced boy. He said that he was a smiley boy because he was trying to laugh. Are you a minor when you see Kopson Boa?

Was there someone like this...

Or a newcomer who came in recently?

Well, even though I came to get assaulted by the guild, I didn't care much about the others, so no one knew me very well. It's the same guild, but I don't even know its face. The only means of identification was earrings.

"What? Haha. Is that what you sound like when you look at this little body?"

"No, I've just done it."

Being in good shape is just a reflection.

The boy was so small that he couldn't say he was in good shape.

"What, that's it."

"Yes, I'm Kat. You."

"I'm Shayt. If you don't mind, can we learn how to train? You look great."

His name is Shayt. From the looks of it, the wiggling silver hair seems to be quite well maintained. I don't think he lives without it. Is he refraining from living at home? You're here to learn swordsmanship? Anyway, I didn't think he was that bad.

I'm just curious to see my breaded muscles when I talk about my body and ask you how to train.

"Training... you want to grow muscles?"

"That's it."

I ran while chatting with him. I wanted to concentrate on running, but I was just told what to do with a barrel of friendly talk.

"Just fucking run, fucking exercise, fucking fight."

This was the secret to my strength. What makes me better is that I eat well in my hometown and live well. Rather, on Earth I was just a crook. It was 21st-century Korea, where giants over 180 centimetres were scattered all over.

As I was 178 cm, I could never Bibil them.

So I exercised.

To survive in this world. I always exercised when I was in F class and when my health was allowed. It was the same in class E, and it only began in earnest at a time when there was economic leisure.

Power was not something that could be easily grasped.

"Hmm, I didn't want to hear that. Is there anything special you can do?"

"That's a special way."