First Death
I was going through a dark life today.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, my throat was sharp, I wanted to eat a bowl of meat, and after I was thirsty, I felt an unbearable emptiness. And after a while, I walked out and started practicing the habitual method of carnival.
Hexatomy.
The most common sword method in the river, and the hexagonal acid treated as the most basic herbicide in the river, is to half-twist to the left and then draw an image with a reversal. To put it simply, it's a diagonal cut. If you repeat it a couple of times, you'll know how to do it.
What is the equation of one verse with a hexagonal addition, a hexagonal gum?
It is said that it takes about a month for ordinary people to learn a hex sword consisting of 32 moves and 8 seconds in total. A month of training is required for the market's lower ranking bodyguards and trained bayonets.
Moreover, it is said that it takes more than 5 years of practical experience to use the movement completely without piles of piles while learning the hex test. Since it takes more than 40 years to fold into a top-notch land, it is okay to support the inner workings to reach the age of a delicate master.
And I've been in the military for 45 years now.
However, in a shabby veil, he was continuously practicing the method of hexecraft every day. My hardship in Kangho, no matter how well I play, will be an ordinary class that is also commonly seen everywhere.
How did this happen?
"......"
Whew! Whew!
I think it would be offensive to open my mouth, so I purposely close my mouth and swing my sword.
No matter how much I curse, it doesn't change my life, so I just shut up.
It was the least comfort I had learned in a long, trashy life.
Why are you not practicing swordsmanship other than the Six Musketeers?
It's not that you don't train. You can't train.
The sword is the hex sword, and the internal law is the Triple Heart.
I stopped swinging my sword.
And no matter how much I thought about it, it sucked, so I finally cursed.
"Fuck..."
I was an aspiring young man.
It is neither from the beginning nor was it taught under the prestigious Master. Even though there were no natural conditions to be a Muslim, there was only one reason why he insisted on studying shamanism and hanging on shamanism while working as a ambassador in the republic.
Because I thought that was the only way I could succeed.
I was ugly. Since I was a little girl, the girls frowned and passed by when they saw my face, and the girls spit on me. Even among men, the disgust was no different, so some handsome men made fun of me or lowered my pants.
Even so, I wandered between mediocrity and poverty because it was not a good family. When I was twelve years old, my parents all died and were left in the local chief's house. The chief was like a servant to me, and I had to continue to live like his son. Although it has improved a bit since independence with the expression of the plaque, the work at that time is still a psychological stigma.
Yes, as soon as I was old enough to wield the sword properly, I applied to be the Representative of the Republic, and for decades I worked for the Representative. I thought that if I learned it well, I could succeed, because the presentation provided me with basic work. I thought that if I had the power to "do nothing" in my ugly, family and shit, I would do something.
And now I can see it was a mistake.
My mark was destroyed again last year because of only one master. Bloodstream (Blood 29136; ), who flies his name in the Jung Dynasty, came to the plaque with a request from another plaque. The Marksman's Bladers died unbelievably at the hands of the Bloodstream, and the Marksman stood up and killed the Bloodstream, but the damage was already too great.
Eventually, the plaque declared the dissolution of the plaque, and I was thrown out into the world with the money I had earned so far. I said I was expelled because I only had fifty pieces of money, and I was desperately short of living in old age. Eventually, I became a peasant and had to choose a way to live like a peasant.
But I refused to live a peasant's life as the last to come.
I have been practicing shamanism for decades, ever since I was in my late teens. Even though it was only the hexadecivil and tribal laws, it could suddenly be a huge explosion! I built a shelter in the mountains and began to practice the sword's Endless Paths.
"... profit!!"
And two years after I started my training, I was trembling at the edge of the veil, unable to wield my sword anymore. It was so cold that I couldn't stand it.
Is it... a cold?
It's amazing.
The masters of unstructured novels live in the mountains and train hard with good stamina. But I soon realized it was natural. Because he had no money, he had no choice but to feed on grassroots and mushrooms from nearby beasts. His old health in the mid-50s forced him to move around carelessly.
And a cold is dangerous. I have no way to recover my stamina and fight off the flu, not just the disease. At this rate, they will be found dead bodies in the mountains. I thought so, but I was in a hurry to tidy up the burden on the shelter and prepare for the descent.
I took the crawfish tools and put them in the sheets. Suddenly, tears came out.
"Achoo! Cough... Cough... Cough..."
I feel feverish because of the flu. Even in the midst of the chaos, I feel awkward.
How did this happen?
When we were in the middle of the summer, I thought you wanted to come into the world with a sword.
However, it is absurd to have a cold that causes malnutrition and lack of stamina, and it is too absurd to dissipate in order to survive.
However, I had to live, so I began to wipe my tears forcefully and climb down the mountain with my back to look at it. In order to get to the town, I had to take two mountain roads, so I started walking carefully through the rough bushes.
I was walking for a long time.
"Ugh, ugh!!"
Duck.
Suddenly, I felt a void beneath my feet, and my body felt like it was being dragged underground. I hurriedly held on to the branches before falling down, but I saw over three cliffs unfolding below me.
Fear is upon us. The Masters of the Moorish can land three pages tall lightly by divination, but I am not that kind of master. My internal flu is hard to get rid of, so if I fall, I will die white-white or become a cripple. I hurriedly threw a trunk of my back to the ground as the branch seemed to break.
I heard the sound of all the crayfish shattering along with the sound of thumping. However, I could not escape from falling to death right away. I carefully move my hands and feet to the side of the cliff to find a place to stand. After a few stammers, I was able to fall off a branch and find a gap to tread off the cliff.
Now we have to go down or up. I tried to imagine what would be easier, but I thought it would be better to go down. This cliff is a little, but there are many gaps and contours, and if it falls, it is not backed up. I forgot to catch a cold and moved with all my might.
Puddles
At last, my whole body was sweating, and I was able to keep my feet on the right place. As I sigh, I see a cave next to the cliff. A cave in the middle of a cliff is clearly artificial, so I was curious and moved to the cave. I had no choice but to cliff for the rest of my life.
I felt like I was going to live when I got inside the cliff. I wanted to stay down and sleep, but I had to see what this cave was like. So I decided to walk further into the cave. The cave of invisible light was deep enough to stutter the wall and walk quite a bit.
Kung
A lump appeared on my head as I hit a meteorite. I sat there screaming because of the pain. And when I saw the light leaking out from afar, I carefully crawled toward the light.
The room with the beads emitting bright light was leaking light. It must have been artificially created by someone! I felt like I was going crazy because of joy when I found that scene.
"Hail!"
This is what a performance looks like!
What I saw in the novel really happened!
I was so happy that I felt the hot thing rising from my neck. And I started to get closer to the bead.
It was that moment.
Chuuuk - Puebuck
"......"
What happened? What happened?
I feel the pain fading before my eyes. And I realized what had happened through momentary memory loss. Suddenly, a chimney flew out of the front and penetrated my stomach. The viscera was pierced, so there was no choice but to inflict a terrible amount of pain.
Blood spills from your mouth.
"Ugh… ugh… ugh…"
I sat on my knees and waited for death to come.
And I regretted it. I wouldn't be dead if I hadn't come into this cave...
It's only natural to have an organ to protect your performance.
How stupid and unlucky is my life!
... die?
Die like this?
"Ugh... ughh..."
No, you can't.
Even if I die, I have to know what's in that box and die!
I crawled to the chest with all my last strength. The box of copper was all made possible by my dying power. No, it's the right expression to be open from the start.
"This... this..."
Immediately before he died, he pushed his right hand into the box and caught a book.
At the same time, I lost too much blood and became unconscious.
Now we die.
This was my first death.