How the Villain Lives

18. Apparently…,

"Nice to meet you. Are you Korean?"

"Oh, this is amazing."

I already heard and knew, but the other person speaks in another language, and when I understood the meaning in my head, I smiled dimly.

"If you have this power, you won't have to go to Earth and study English later. I might be able to act as a universal interpreter."

"Well, you can't just listen and talk, so what do you do with half your abilities?"

"What, what is it?"

"Korean? But how?"

On the other hand, the Japanese side, who had never had this experience, was quite embarrassed. However, as soon as he adapted, the man who drained the longsaud on his back came forward.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ryosuke, who leads Kamikaze in Japan."

"So do we. It's called the Force Limit, which is the representative of the Union."

"I see. I want to talk to you about a lot of things, but let me ask you the first thing that bothers me. What's that troop?"

"I've been following you for just about anything. What are those people he brought with him?"

"We found an outsider."

"It's a pretty nasty atmosphere after a search."

"You don't deserve that either."

I didn't expect Hahaha Ho to smile as well, but I didn't know how to hold back so blatantly. Of course, neither of them was agitated or confused by the position of representing one country.

'Ryosuke seems to be a typical one-handed inspection type, one a typical samurai, the other a twin sword? I've never seen anyone use a double sword other than Mirina.'

A man standing across his arm in a Japanese armor and a gorgeous helmet, like the one from the movie, and a man with a twin sword on his back. Both felt unhappy. It is possible to measure the 'strength' of the other person if the skill is approached somewhat. It allows you to guess certain abilities with magic or skill. Sometimes, if there is a commotion among rankers, you need to know your strength properly and avoid fighting.

Kenshin, a man who thought Sung-hoon was a samurai, was observing the opponent with a slight push of his finger at the sword house.

"What? These are lame, right? '

The one with the strong limit is clearly strong. I would rather go a little beyond Ryosuke if I only picked it up by the base. However, the man in the mask and the woman who seemed to have been made by shaving the ice had little energy. Of course, Sung-hoon was a hero's cape, Mirina killed herself, but it was impossible for Kenshin to recognize it. You don't have a thief job, but how do you hide your strength?

"For now, I don't intend to fight the battle."

"I see a consensus. People don't die from unnecessary conflicts."

"Let's limit the contact of ordinary users to each other until we're ready. It is a matter of punishment in the event of a dispute or a provision for crimes.."

"Wait!"

As soon as the power measurement on the opponent is over, Kenshin comes forward with a cut off. Ryoske panicked and noticed, but pretended he didn't see it on purpose.

"That kind of boring story will be solved if we send the hairdressers back later. Before that, I had to ask you guys something."

"I don't think the Japanese have any good intentions. That's pretty cool."

"Yes? Which one was broken by that disrespectful country?"

"... this son of a bitch."

"Oh, you're going to dump me?"

"Just calm down for a second."

When the atmosphere returned unusually, Sung-hoon stepped forward and dragged the force back. If it was the power of force, Sung-hoon would have pulled it with all his might and ignored it, but he retreated with a distorted expression as if he wanted to stop it from the beginning.

'Even if you die, you won't look weak.'

It's not bad. If someone like Yu Baek Woo came out of this position, it was possible for him to smile or give it up for now. It inevitably looks shallow. It was more of a forceful nature.

"What are you asking me more than that? I'll answer if I know."

"It's nothing. How many Japanese are we holding captive on your side?"

"Yes? What does that mean?"

"Some of our people disappeared a few days ago. Maybe you're not holding them captive, are you?"

"Huh? Didn't you say you met the Japanese and talked?"

I was forced to interfere in useless timing to ruin the atmosphere whether I wanted to help or watch it suck.

"Meet the Japanese? Is that true?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's impossible."

"Yes?"

"Our city, Tokyo, is made up of select people from Kamikaze. None of them have contacted and spoken to Koreans."

"Oh, man."

It was Kenshin who cut the room for objection from the beginning.

I thought it would be somewhat free like Korea, but if I control it that way, Sung-hoon's excuses will not work. However, Sung-hoon was not embarrassed. Once the mask covered some emotions, it was possible to calm emotions easily thanks to various skills.

"Well, I guess there are some people you can't manage on that side. Why do you look more like you're stalking me than that? It's a shame, isn't it?"

"Ha? You must be mistaken, you're being treated as a potential suspect in this situation. What are you so relaxed about?"

"Do you have any evidence? Are you trying to find someone else in the country just because of the severity? Maybe the missing people are wandering around somewhere."

"Boom!"

Only three days ago, the Holy Spirit buried four people on the ground, lying naturally, without needling their mouths. "The Fearless Sacrament" allows us to truly believe what the other person says while unconscious.

Kenshin was forced to die a little bit because he was suspicious, even though the power did not work when he reasonably judged that the poetry was obscured or if he had a definite hostility.

"... Okay. As you said, let's consider if we're just wandering around."

"I'm glad you understand. I thought he was as stubborn as anyone when he walked in unannounced, but I'm glad he didn't."

Tensions emerged on Kenshin's forehead, which he heard behind him, and Kenshin's tail distorted. I didn't know who he was talking about or what kind of person he was, but I knew for sure that he was making fun of himself.

"My name is Kenshin. What's your name, then?"

"I'm a ghost."

"You don't even know my name. What else is a mask? Are you trying to imitate a clown?"

"That's the way it is. But at least I'm not rude."

It was Sung-hoon who provoked Kenshin at the end of every word. As soon as he heard that, Kenshin slightly raised his sword with the thumb of his left hand holding the sword.

'Let me tell you a little bit about the gap.'

I didn't mean to kill or hurt him.

I was just going to cut the mask. To that extent, it belongs to the prank. Shouldn't we let him pay for this?

'I'm going.'

It's okay!

At that moment, everyone in that position could not understand what had happened. Kenshin was shivering marginally, unable to move further from a position about two feet away from the brow of the Black Holiness which he had pulled and swinged.

The reason was simple. One day Mirina approached and blocked Kenshin's sword with a dagger.

"Stop the valedictomy? '

Validation that adds 1.2 times the speed bonus for the first attack to draw a sword from a sword. Shortly thereafter, of course, the ability goes down, but it's a really good skill to see the first strike or battle. And stop that skill?

I'd rather understand if I just stopped it. But what is this?

You stopped the sword that you wielded with all your might by hitting the blade to the extreme?

It's as absurd as shooting a flying arrow. No, of course, by the second awakener, it would be possible because its stats are increasing indefinitely, but is this possible in such a surprising state?

Moreover, that was not the end.

Boom, boom!

"What, what is this?"

As if glued together, the Japanese and longsword began to move back and forth.

There was no one here who could learn the skill called the Good Sword. But Kenshin, who had speculated that this was a skill effect, grinded his teeth.

I was embarrassed that the ambush was blocked, but Kenshin wanted to blow his fist at Myrina, who kept his face still with a sword attached to him like he was trying to make fun of himself. However, before he exploded, whether he was lucky or unhappy, Sung-hoon stepped out.

"Stop."

When the words of the Holy Hun fell, the black and white words, like they were connected by invisible forces, fell from each other. Mirina looks back as if nothing had happened, and Kenshin and Sung-hoon look at each other once and back.

"I'm sorry. Your men are causing trouble."

"No, rather, my men fought first."

"When did I become your man?"

"I'll see you later. Huh? Watch your back!"

The tackler ignored Sung-hoon and Kenshin neatly, forcefully reaching out and Ryosuking.

When they shook hands with each other and waved their hands up and down two or three times, their powerful tails drew a semicircle.

'Look at this?'

The pressure from the hand is rising. Apparently, it was just shaking hands with each other, but the situation was completely different. He was previously a human being because he was also a representative of Ryosuke. That's the ghost. I'm sure you'll be happy about what he looks like, but Rysuke tried to complain as long as his subordinate Rysuke was humiliated.

But there was something he was mistaken about.

"You play cute? '

The man in front of him is the most powerful man in Korea, or the mission.

Advantage.

A drop of sweat flowed from Ryosuke's forehead at the same time as an unusual sound was echoed.

You don't like her, do you?