God of Blackfield

While wearing T-shirts on shabby rubber band trousers, Kang Chan opened his closet and drew out jeans and black round tees.

Now all I need is money.

At that time, he remembered the money he had collected before.

You won't find it, but you'll need to recognize it.

When he left the room, Hye-Sook stood up in astonishment and gave him ten thousand won.

“Is this gonna cut your head off? ”

“Well, that's not enough. I'm going out like a mob, so I want you to meet my friends and buy me pizza. ”

Kang Chan looked at Hye-Sook.

It was my eyes that truly loved and worried my son.

But why didn't he know that his old son was being harassed?

“Why?"

“No, I'll go. ”

“Yeah. Yeah. Be careful. Don't be too late. When crossing the road……. ”

When Kang Chan, who was going out to the front door, turned around, Hye-Sook's head fluttered backwards.

“I'll call you when I'm late. ”

“Uh, yeah. ”

After nodding his head twice, Hye-Sook stepped out of the apartment.

It felt weird.

It was the same for someone who was worried, and who recognized her as a new being.

When I went outside, I wanted to buy a cigarette and smoke first. I had to endure it for about two weeks, so I had a strong desire to smoke.

“I want to cut my head off. ”

However, he grumbled on his own words and entered the salon in a conspicuous manner.

“Oh! It's not Chan! You said you were hurt. Are you okay now? I heard from my mom. To get a haircut?”

A woman in her early thirties who memorized it and poured out suffocating words greeted him.

“Sit here. How do I cut it?”

“Keep it cool like a soldier's head."

“Really? Chan should grow some like this.... ”

“Let's just cut it a little bit, shall we? ”

“Huh? Huh! Yes.”

The owner's woman answered with a surprised face and began to shave his head cool with the machine placed on the front shelf.

The hair is cut off little by little, and the hymn at least starts to impress me a little.

“Give me a little more. ”

“Yes? Should I? ”

The eyes are different.

Looking for the old style of hair, at least as much as the glance of the eyes resembled the glow of the past.

After finally finding the style he wanted, the hymn wrapped around his head and dried.

“Do you have a gel? ”

“You know what? ”

“Just give it to me. ”

The hymn uses the handed gel to turn the short forehead back.

‘Yes! This is how it works! ’

He had a satisfactory laugh for a long time.

I found myself in the mirror with the eyes of a recruit who had been assigned to the unit for the first time.

The auditorium from the salon immediately entered the convenience store in the same building.

“A marble and a lighter. ”

A young man who seemed to be a college student gave a hymn.

“Show me your ID. ”

“What?”

“You need an ID to sell cigarettes. ”

“Since when?”

It was clear that part-time students were hesitating.

“Because I feel so good. I'll show you next time. Sell me a cigarette and a lighter. ”

"This."

The hymn felt like he had regained his original appearance little by little. What do you think? I found a tone that suits my personality, so that's enough.

A student who hesitated for a moment looked around and quickly handed over cigarettes and lighters.

After counting, Kang hymn came out of the building and went to the entrance of the apartment. He sat on the stone of a flowerbed on one side of the entrance and calmly took out a cigarette and asked.

Scratch.

“Hoooo.”

I think I'll live.

While not dead, watching the smoke spread felt like the past and the present were holding hands moderately.

The school should take the bus.

After smoking two worth of cigarettes, Kang Chan grabbed a taxi that passed in front of his apartment and headed to Shinmuk High School. I didn't really know the bus and subway lines yet, and I thought it was more complicated than ever.

‘I feel like I'm on vacation. ’

I felt better when I leaned into the back seat.

Less than 10 minutes later, a taxi dropped him off in front of the school, and Kang Chan calmly walked into the school.

‘But how many halves do I have? “

It was a sack.

I don't know where to go even if I hear the front door.

Kang Chan walked towards the building rather than around.

“What kind of school has three buildings? That looks like a place to work. Is Yogi where the students are? ”

Kang Chan walks to a building that looks forward to the stadium. The stadium was covered in artificial grass and looked blue, with lines to play soccer, and skeletons at both ends.

“What do we do now? ”

It was time for Kanghyun to ponder in front of the building.

Ding-dong Dang.

The bell rang as if his troubles were the right answer, and suddenly, as if the building had woken up from sleep, the sound of words and the roughness of the desk moved.

The children were wearing uniforms.

There are girls, too. ’

The children who left the building passed by with a hymn of praise, and it was a glance to see whether they knew each other or not.

It was when he was staring at the children in a daze.

“Hey! Gangchaan! ”

Someone approached him calling out a long time ago.

It was clear that it was not a good gesture to put your hands in your pockets.

What is remarkable is the response of children.

I was avoiding the approaching one carefully.

Feeding.

“What? You didn't even wear a uniform, and you got this crazy? ”

Finally, the man standing in front of the auditorium turned his right hand finger around his head.

The distant children watched this side and their heads popped out of the classroom and watched the river hymn and the man standing in front of them.

Kang Chan heard the voice and knew it.

Still, you must at least identify the enemy before engaging.

“Lee Ho Joon?”

“Yes, you son of a bitch! Lee Ho Joon, who had to deal with cigarettes and lunch with your thorough indifference. Are you awake now? ”

Uaaaaaaaah.

Suddenly, the chaos was as quiet as if someone had swallowed it.

I didn't want to attract hymns for long. I didn't want to insult him, but I didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck.

Lee Ho Jun's throat, chest, and cheeks were slapped openly with an acclaimed accent.

“Huff. Get out. ”

Lee Ho Jun bends her torso to see if she can't breathe. Nevertheless, Lee Ho Jun's head was at the waist height of Kang Chan.

Kang Chan grabbed Lee Ho Joon's head.

‘See? I don't know where he is, but let him go. ’

Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Uaaaaaaaah.

There was already blood under Lee Ho Jun's face, but the strong hand did not stop.

Uaaaaaaaaaah.

Lee Ho Jun's head is grabbed by a cold grind.

With a swollen left eye, a ball, and a snout, Kang Chan laughs at his head.

‘Is it because it's not my body? That's enough for a rebel. ’

Kang Chan presses Lee Ho Joon's head again and slaps his cheek hard. It was when he hit me five more times.

“Hey, man! ”

A middle-aged man appeared in front of the auditorium as someone heard the music.

“You! What the hell are you doing? ”

Kang Chan looked at the man and assumed he was a teacher.

“Why are you doing this because this son of a bitch told you to buy cigarettes all the time, and when you take the money, you just stand there and do the opposite? ”

“What? You! How dare you! ”

Kang Chan burst with an unknown rage.

“Don't kill him! Why, you want to do it? Are you confident?”

Ijojun brushes her left hand on the floor. Kang Chan took a step and approached the teacher.

It kills.

When the poison he had when he usually came into the fight blew up, the teacher couldn't even look him in the eye.

“Let's do the right thing. I have all the evidence to show how much he's been trying to pay for it, so don't take one side too far. ”

“You, you..... bastard. You want to quit school? ”

“You take care of that. I still have some work to do, so I need you to get out of here. ”

Kang Chan grabbed Lee Ho Joon's hair again, wiping the blood flowing under his nose with the back of his hand.

There, the girls were surprised, but there was no hesitation.

“Lee Ho Joon. Can I talk to you because I'm not done yet? ”

“Huh? Huh? ”

“You said you were uncomfortable with cigarettes and lunch because of me? If I told you to come, you'd still have something to say, wouldn't you? ”

It was when scared Lee Ho Jun grabbed the wrist of Kang Chan and threw it away. The teacher hugs his waist.

“What's wrong with you? You really can't go to school like this! Stop it now!”

When Kang Chan looked back, the teacher's eyes were sincere. I didn't want to be afraid to go to school, but I hated to treat a teacher who was sincere.

Kang Chan let go of Lee Ho Jun's hair and breathed heavily.

“All right, let this go. ”

The teacher looks at the bowl and looks at the hymn and then approaches Lee Ho Joon. After a while, the teacher supported Lee Ho Joon and disappeared into the building.

The children were still wrapped around him in a distant veil, and every time he turned his head, he avoided the gaze.

Kang Chan slowly left the building and sat on the top of the stand facing the stadium.

It's lunchtime. Tsk. If I knew this would happen, I'd be out of school. ’

I felt uncomfortable.

Then came the men who did not take care of the back.

As he was about to look at the stadium, several shadows appeared around him.

“Hey? You're crazy, aren't you? ”

After turning his head, the auditorium smiles.

I could not erase the clumsiness of my eyes and my impressions.

Six. One in his pocket? Cutter knife?

Feeding.

“It's funny that he touched one of those idiots? ”

Kang Chan slowly stood up. I sat at the top of the stand and stood under one compartment more than those who appeared.

If you spread your thumb out and stab it in the index finger, the weak won't be able to stand up in one room.

Perbillion.

Kang Chan stabbed the middle of his outer thigh with his right thumb.

Papapa.

And before he even reacted, he stabbed his side, his cheek, and finally his nipple in the blink of an eye.

“Turn it off!”

When he falls with a dog's howling scream, the rest rush.

Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck. Taaah. Puck.

It was time for a yawn as we faced a cold fist.

Kang Chan strikes his fist with the palm of his hand, striking his back and neck one by one.

Pavababak.

That's the blink of an eye.

The kids at the stadium said, "Huh?” There were six rolling floors in between.

Kang Chan reached out to the one with the cutter knife.

When I put my hand in my pants pocket, I actually got a thick knife.

Glug.

“Asshole. What are you doing with this? ”

He grabs the tip of the knife and lifts it up. Then he went down to the stand in that state.

“Ah! Argh! Evil!”

The dreadful scream of the one who hit his head on the cemented staircase resounded to the stadium.

Perbillion.

Finally, he kicked his abdomen with all his might.

As he walks up the stand, the fallen ones retreat to their seats on the floor.

“Who was that damned bastard? ”

There is no way he can miss the enemy's impression.

He grabs the head of the shaker, pulls it forward, and then runs down the stand.

Chin. Chin. Chin. Chin. Jaw.

“Argh! Argh! ”

His uniform was torn and blood was draining from the gap.

“Hey? There you are. Come quickly!”

“Early!”

Kang Chan laughed.

First of all, it bothers me if he gets away.

Perbillion.

He scratches his neck with a bent hand.

Furry.

Pavababac.

And it was really shovel time.

As he stepped on two steps, he looked like a martyr in a movie, and his body swung upward.

“What do you want? ”

You didn't expect to come up this fast.

Kang Chan grabbed his head.

“Ah! Ah! ”

Without flattering his screams, the hymn pointed to the three who were left with their heads under the stand.

At the very least, when the poisonous one screams, the three of them go down with a tired face.

You should not grip your hair and pull it to one side. Continuing upward can cause a beehive, because you don't feel pain when you take it and press it.

It's poisonous, it's fucked up, and how does the iron ore get out of the reach of people who use this high-pitched technique?

Uaaaaaaaaaaaah. Hahaha. Hahaha. Hahahaha.

The wall of the stadium threw up the rattling sound.

It was lunchtime, and the children came out black, and surrounded him with a loud voice, and all he could hear was a slap like a lie.

Kang Chan lifted his head long.

“Ahhh…. ”

As he tries to regain consciousness, a bloody saliva flows through his lips.

Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

It's fear.

If there is a defeat, there is no consequence if you are bored and do not let them touch you. This much, the one who got hit can't feel the pain. Instead, from now on, will is broken.

Kang Chan noticed that his legs were released through his grasp of his hair.

“Shall we stop? ”

“Fufufuhu.”

I know it didn't come out of consciousness. It was clear, however, that he was surprised and did not answer.

Perbillion.

Kang Chan kicks his boat in front of him and then goes down to the stand.

Some of the girls screamed, but they couldn't stop the creaking of flesh in the cement.

Furry.

On the floor, the hymn shook his head as if throwing a dirty object.

"Phew. I'm sorry about the parents. ’

I looked around and it was too late to collect.

Still, looking at the writings written like a diary, the hymn felt like a debt to the owner of the body. He's planning a murder or a suicide, so it would be a lot better to cut school.

“To be cut off from this school, you have to finish it properly, right? ”

It's not the end that matters.

It was time to look slowly at the three bloody men and the three frightened.

The three middle-aged men were on foot in a hurry, just as they waited for the situation to calm down.

You must be the teacher.

Kang Chan gave a stare to the teacher standing in the middle.

The scent was being conveyed to only those who had received special military training on foot.