Greek and Roman Mythology

GRanD-MaSTer: Tsk... as expected. The writer's NTR is virgin? The fewer virgins, the more NTR-intensive they are. Let me explain why. Once you have NTR-specific classifications, there are details. I've already settled down, but I already did it with mine anyway, so it doesn't matter if I don't. And since I'm not the first, I don't need to dig. But if you look at the story of the author, every hero is a virgin. And if you look at Hefning on the island of the Medusa sisters, the heroes come out very fond of the character. The nuanced peculiarity of NTR is that the hero who hates the character is either beaten or the hero who is already engaged or married to the character is NTR. and the protagonist is very fond of heroes. Again, all the women around the main character are virgins. NTR Factor Reduction. The women around the protagonist like the protagonist but the protagonist sets up a plot to fuck. Reduce NTR element again. Use brackets. Reduce NTR elements. He boasts of his woman. What you can tell from NTR factors and so on is that you hate NTR!!

- There's a very sharp man here. He even analyzed me. What the hell, man? Scary;

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"Found it! T. Cei. Ooh. S."

Hmph -

Theseus stops walking toward Perseus with an unheard voice.

The voice of Hercules, the worst force monster in Kagnia's history!

Why are you here?

Theseus turns to hear Hercules' voice, creating a blade of wind in the air at the same time.

Shah Shah - With a hissing sound, the blade of the wind carries a sharp example, cutting through the bushes in front of it, heading straight for Hercules.

There were no waves in Hercules' gaze and body even as the nine blades shot at him.

"You're dead."

He added life to the boiling anger in his heart.

With the added angles of "kill," it seems to dominate the surrounding space.

Hercules sets his right foot forward and moves his wooden sword slowly.

The number of blades in the wind is exactly nine.

Perfect fit.

Hercules' eyes move swiftly, striking the blades of the wind as if he didn't want to miss a single thing.

Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!

The wooden sword left exactly nine tracks. The blade of the wind boasting the prophecy of wood, branches and cutting everything down did not cut down the wooden sword made of the bay tree.

Nine attacks in one breath.

I was worried that my muscles wouldn't break, but Hercules glanced at Theseus with an unblinking glance.

The ambition in Theseus' eyes fades into the unknown atmosphere, burning with determination.

Theseus leaps into the approaching Hercules with a wooden sword in his hand.

"Hot! Hercules! You sucked too! They say he's a royal child, but they look down on him. I don't like this!"

"Yeah? I didn't hear that, either."

As wooden as a sword, the two wielding swords truly aim for each other's essence.

Apparently, we trained in the same place and fought in the same battle occasionally until yesterday, but we attack directly with life without hesitation.

Perseus stares at them, rolling his feet, but he can't help it.

Even if I intervened, I felt like I would only get in the way.

Then, Perseus looks.

a very subtle pink wind that slowly spreads to the floor.

"No! Hercules! Get out of there!"

"Hahaha! You're late! I'm late!"

Surprised Perseus screams, but Theseus flicks his fingers with a smile.

At that moment, the pink clouds that lay like tracks rose like fog and enveloped Theseus and Hercules.

A pretty pink fog was formed leaving a gap of about 10 cm from Perseus.

"Is this...?"

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just a few drops. Hercules, no matter how much power you have over men, your physical structure is female, so it should be effective. Chuckle, ah. I can't stop laughing. Am I eating two out of three girls who are goddesses to trainees today? Hehe."

Theseus continues to speak, and Hercules faintly laughs.

So in a nutshell, it's medicine.

Hercules takes the milk of the goddess Hera in his family and has a strong immunity against illness or poison unlike others.

I wonder if he hunted through the poison that HYDRA spilled during his 12th ordeal.

I also knew very well that I was quite immune to poison or disease.

I don't even have a name for it.

All I feel is a pint of wine.

Even so, Theseus smiled bitterly and took a step closer.

That's right.

Hercules had a funny thought.

It would be nice to trample him like this, but I want to cause him more pain.

It induces anxiety and tramples you very, very hard.

The fog fades into a blurry uniform, and Hercules shivers in part after inhaling it.

Theseus quickly approaches, thinking it was an opportunity, and wields a windswept wooden sword.

'Pretending to take care of me is hard.'

It's easy to just bump into it.It's hard to force back down like this.

Theseus whispers in ridicule, whether it's because he's pushing Hercules or because he's thinking of hugging her after a while.

"Kick-kick, what do you think? It's the axe of a Merchman who makes a virgin look like a whore. You, with the blood of a noble man called the royal family, will be more than a woman. Isn't that right?"

"Your nipples seem to be sticking out from the rumbling. Enough to pierce your training suit. Hahaha!"

"How hard can it be to stand?" Do you need my support? "

The user is angry at the target for listening to obscene gossip.

Hercules' eyes twitched with anger.

The fury accumulates and the insides feel like they're about to explode.

"Why don't you give up now? And the anthals are just right... Ugh!?"

"You're climbing up because you asked me to come." "

Hercules moves his wooden sword quickly, thinking he doesn't have to take it anymore.

Exactly nine tracks cut into pink fog and struck Theseus.

I stabbed the right hand on the back, wrist, arm, joints, shoulders, followed by a sharp stab wound and hit the abdomen twice and hit the head.

Nine attacks in total.

You have been attacked five times with only your right arm and miss the wooden sword you were holding in that attack.

The stabbing caused me difficulty breathing, and the abdomen hit me twice after that. Finally, I got hit on the head and couldn't think of anything.

I just stumbled upon the pain I felt all over my body.

"Khhhhh... Ahhhh! Ka-ha-ha!"

In addition, the pink fog was scattered as well as the nine attacks.

It was surprising that the fog with such a high density could be blurred forward by simply wielding the sword to remove it with just the wind pressure.

Phew!

"Karaoke!"

Hercules flies his feet at Theseus, suffering from a kneeling figure.

Falling Theseus backwards with a cheerful strike.

Thereafter Hercules grabs a wooden sword in his hand and smacks Theseus like a muzzle.

Boom! Boom! Puck!

"You son of a bitch. You think you can get a woman in the right way, what? Axis of the Mushmams?"

"Cough, cough! Aaaaah!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Crazy bastard, it's just a hawk pill for you!"

"Ouch! Unh! Huff! Huff! Queek!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Puck!

"I've been doing a lot of stretching lately. I'll get it all out with you today. And don't think you can live with it. Okay?"

It is adequately controlled so that it does not interfere with life as much as possible, cause much pain, and never pass out.

The sound and taste of violence that resounded with each strike gave Hercules an exhilarating pleasure.

I feel like the stress that I put in my stomach is releasing me.

On the contrary, Theseus was experiencing intense despair and pain.

I'm pretty sure I was winning. Why is this happening?

However, this is not the time to think about it on a casual basis.

Each hit causes convulsions and delivers extreme pain to the brain.

I curl up to fit as little as possible and bite my mouth tightly to endure the pain.

But we don't make excuses to survive!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a long beating, Hercules withdrew the Anza Wooden Sword when Theseus no longer reacted.

Occasionally, I struggle with my natural abilities, but it's just a level of exhaustion and laughter that makes me more excited.

Hercules sighs and then approaches Perseus, gazing down at Theseus, who was staggering with severe bruises and literally turned into a living corpse.

"Are you hurt? Sister?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I showed up just in time."

Hercules grins as Perseus hesitates.

"When my brother was in danger, he helped me save her." Kick-kick. "

"Ugh! I'll definitely help you next time!"

"Okay, okay. Come on, let's go back. Asclepios is worried sick."

"Yes!"

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Cayron sighs, looking at Theseus before his eyes.

"You look ridiculous, Theseus."

"...."

My whole body is hurt about how I got hit by Hercules.

No, it's covered in bruises rather than cuts.

I got punched in the face so badly that I couldn't speak properly, and three or four of my teeth were broken, and my obedient appearance became a mess.

It's not the clothes you're wearing, it's the bandages.

His body, which was covered most of his body by a bandage like a mummy, smelled like medicine.

Fortunately, I was not disabled.

He was a decent trainee until the currents and Perseus came in, but at some point, he became crooked and irreversible.

You're trying to build authority between the same trainees, but you're trying to use drugs to force them to do it.

Cayron wanted to defeat Theseus, but he couldn't help but look like that after being beaten by Hercules.

"You said your father was king of Athens, right? I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to go that way."

Obvious reception.

Immediately and without warning or reprimand, he was banished from Cagnia.

At Cayron's words, Theseus raises his head as he looks down on his knees.

Even though I was beaten, my eyes were still alive.

As a result, there were no words such as guilt or remorse or regret.

"....."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I kept my mouth shut and stared at Cayron as I remembered whether it was painful or not.

I don't mind talking to my teacher face-to-face, but I'm staring.

Arrogance pierced the sky.

Cayron puts the sword, sandals, and a few things in front of him.

Swords and sandals were used by King Athens and were of great importance to prove Theseus was his son.

Finally, Cayron spoke to Theseus with a solemn voice, as he declared to the earth, the sky, and the gods.

"From now on, you are no longer Cayron's disciple. Go. You will never set foot in Kagnia again."

"...!!"

Theseus raises his head.

I wanted to be Cayron's apprentice to gain fame!

When I visited my father, I chose the road to build my reputation so that I wouldn't be ignored.

I dealt with bandits along the way, held their daughter, and dealt with several monsters.

I've earned a bit of fame, but I think I'm missing something, so I've decided to become Cayron's apprentice, who understands me.

And for years, I've been training and teaching under Cayron with other trainees!

Now, if I win one more class from Master Cayron, I'm graduating!

There was a great honor and honor for being Cayron's apprentice right before my eyes!

We can't go like this.

We can't go on like this.

Theseus looks straight at Cayron for forgiveness somehow.

"Ah…"

The determined gaze is not looking at the disciple anymore, but looking at someone else completely.

In the end, Theseus leaves Kagnia, taking his belongings with him, head deep in his crooked body.

Because I committed a sin.

No one, except Iasson, escorts Theseus.

Theseus mutters as he leaves the road.

"I must... regain my strength. Wait."

Perseus, I can't give up on you like this.

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I don't know if you know this, but Theseus was never Cayron's disciple.

And yet we put Theseus in.

You know how many years Tesseus would go underground to seduce Persephone and then fall for Hades in a chair of oblivion?

And Hercules... hmm.

But I put Theseus in there to make that connection.

Well, the Argogo expedition in Iaxon, the 12 trials in Hercules, the same regiment as Theseus.

Anyway, Theseus is fucked.

I'm not a snitch, but I'm an idiot.

But still no fixation.

Oh, I have to use the Hercules 12th Crucible or the Trojan War or the Argogo Expedition. Mmmm.

P.S. Opens tomorrow. Power failures. And the goddess cowardice writer... BoX or JaX, he wrote them himself, but I'll be out of your hair from the start. But I'm afraid I won't be able to write because I'm afraid of messages to the operators. Courtyard, I even ate some shoes... Hehe.

[Thank you for your comments, coupons, referrals and misunderstandings! I sincerely apologize for not answering each of your questions. And I will come early after school and post another post. (Like half the writing is written in a magazine;)]