SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

"Aha!"

The teacher smiled.

"Hahahaha! Haha!"

My nose is broken and I'm bleeding. Shedding your blood in the white snow, huff! The teacher waved his bare fist.

"Huh?! ”

His fist struck the Muslim's jaw. The teacher did not miss the moment when the Muslim monk stumbled. I jumped. I jumped. Bitten.

"Ugh!"

Kwa-na!

"Ugh, suck! Khhhhh...! You bastard...!"

The Muslim monk hurriedly pushed the teacher away, but his ears were already soaked in blood. The flesh was ripped off as it sounded. “Hehehe!” A fierce scream echoes through the snow.

“Tsk!”

I spit my ears in the red blood, and she spit in the snow. The teacher's mouth was also red. She was smiling as if she were satisfied with her hunting achievements.

Devil.

It was a child like a ghost in blood.

“Phew! It tastes like dirt! Isn't Southern Court's stubbornness useless to make meat better? ”

“This dumpling, it's big. I thought you were Samoan, but now you're human! ”

“You're an old spinach that's been laid off by old age. But that can't be true. ”

The teacher wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“The Jell-O War should have ended on the first day. You've been sidetracked. I thought I was fighting everything, but I wasn't. I didn't put my life on the line! ”

"......."

“Today's fight could not have been given a second chance. ”

The teacher looked at me.

The silent eyes contained warm and gentle affection.

“You can't repeat the same mistake foolishly. Today's chapter will pour out everything."

“... are you going to break Qi?" ”

“Yes.”

nourish the genitalia.

The energy that everyone is born with. In other words, it was life itself. Jingi cannot build artificially, unlike in the air. The end is written. And the end of the unmanned who wrote "life" is fixed.

Dead, lung dead.

Jingi is the last resort for Kang Hoin. It's like drainage.

“…… Maduya. You're weak, too. ”

He said, "It's because I lost an ear." The blind man frowned horribly.

“At the moment, I can only use my skills as much as the Sewers and Watermelons, not just my masters. Not only in the air, but without power failure. Demonstration is impossible. … did you know? ”

“I know. ”

“You've got to try to break the heart to show off the weight! ”

“Of course.”

The teacher smiled.

“Don't be angry, Namgong-un. The premise is not to give up life. Absolutely not. I just hope the end of the chapter will be today. ”

"......."

“The script is now full of living joy. Thank you and thank you again. I thank myself for surviving to this day, and I thank this fate for dying today. ”

“Even after all the world has destroyed you. ”

“Yes. The script is thankful for all the relationships we have met so far. ”

The teacher slowly got into position.

Right hand forward. Left hand back.

“In retrospect, the main course is unhappy. ”

Whoa!

The snowwind blows. It's not snow falling from the sky. A small whirlpool strikes around the teacher. It was the birth defect. The wind spread around the teacher.

“... Yes. Is that so?”

The mangrove beast picks up her wind with a shred of shame.

“Good. I've been looking forward to this day, too. ”

The wind reversed.

“Let's die together. You're welcome.”

The two of them ran towards each other.

And I saw the scenery of two lives flowing through the snow.

The teacher pushed out the hands of the Buddhist monk. The Muslim monk stepped on his feet. As my arms crossed and my feet crossed, I was relentless in my body. It was a life leak.

The fountain moon, where the sun did not melt, melted into the lives of two people.

The teacher slammed the beastly waist. The wind blows. Snow falls to the direction your fingertips point, where the wind has flowed.

In a snow-covered world, only two people's hands and feet slowly turned to bare ground.

"......."

It wasn't just that.

In the vicinity of the teacher and the Muslim monk, little by little, quickly, things that were not white were growing. Weeds. Bushes. The other ground is still frozen with snow, but the seasons have bloomed in the two turrets.

- Growing up eating ginger.

The messenger said.

- It's a proper feast for a master like that. It'll only take a second.

Even if it was just for a moment, the two seasons were beautiful.

The earth drank from the soil of the two men. So, I went back for a while before heaven and earth were locked up in winter forever.

It was the grove of ivy.

The peach tree grew and wept as time went faster. The ivory tree resembles a human finger. The branches that climbed up from the ground reached out to the sky as if they were trying to grab something.

Flowers bloomed.

Through the pink petals, through the fingers of the branches, the teacher and the mummy were soaked ( ).

Hands and feet to kill each other.

However, when it was temporarily covered by petals, it was like the dance of a Han son-in-law, and it was a scream because it took two people's lives. When covered with petals, many things in the world glowed. Even my master, even your poison.

- …… this is a bit unusual.

Snow White.

The red petals of Radiation fly.

- One side is experiencing extreme Yin and the other is experiencing seizure. Yin Yin is almost completely engaged. They're already a strange world around them.... I've never seen anything so bizarre.

Radiant flowers bloomed.

Spring came and passed again.

“Tiananmarimbo." ”

The teacher stepped forward. The blizzard erupted and the ivory blossoms scattered.

“The Lunar New Moon Wachoon. ”

A mosquito grabs my wrist and twists it. The snow winds have stopped and the ivory blossoms have blossomed.

"......."

A single petal flew in the wind and buried it on my shoulder.

I knew just then.

Those red flowers are your blood. It is the blood of the brutish.

It is the petal that was bloodied the last time the two of them drank blood.

“---I hate you for this. ”

Winter is bleeding.

“I hate you. ”

Teacher.

“I hate factions. I hate negotiations. I hate gossip. I hate the Big Apple. You are happy while Mincho screams. But what the throne cannot forgive is not your happiness. Never.”

Teacher.

“You guys are sick, too.”

The lotus blossoms bloomed and the season stayed and passed, but fewer and fewer petals bloomed, and the season stayed shorter and shorter.

“It is for those like you to say that life is painful, to make a painful face, to say painful words, to be comforted, to comfort, and to pose as a human being. ”

Master is dying.

“The script is hateful. ”

Flowers lose.

“Why?"

It's the seasons.

“Were you an endless beast to others and an infinite mortal to yourselves? ”

A myriad of ivory blossoms obscured the shadow of two people.

In retrospect, it was a sudden dream, and it was only one dance.

The branch is dry. The peach blossoms no longer bloom. The wind blows and the snow returns to the bare ground. In the middle of the fallen petals, the teacher and the Muslim monk stood dominant.

"......."

Twist,

“… Khh, ugh! Phh, ugh...! ”

A little more red blood was shed on top of the red flower field.

It was the blood of a monk.

I touched the teacher's tight-knit fist in the heart of the Muslim monk. The old man staggers like a mirage. And he fell lightly. The red flowers rose as they took the old man's body away.

The teacher stood still.

"Master."

I couldn't return an answer even if I called.

"Master."

I stepped up. You rush. You run and hug the sturdy teacher.

It's cold.

My body is cold as ice.

“Teacher... ”

“You've won.”

The teacher's voice was clear. The temperature that disappeared from her body is still wrapped around her voice. But it was too light. My fingers, body and body became lighter like an old man in an instant.

“Yes, I won. You've won.”

“It was supposed to pierce the heart with a fist. I stopped beating him, not piercing him. I can't even face my apprentice. ”

“No, it's not. ”

“Yes. Better the face of the throne than you are now. That look on your face. ”

I carefully placed the teacher in my arms. I embraced my teacher's body with error. However, the teacher didn't get any warmer. Petting. Even the fingertips that touched my cheeks were as cold as icicles.

“Don't worry. Students, if the throne still wants to die, we have one vision left. ”

Two hours.

“Isn't that enough time to say good-bye? ”

I only have two hours left to hear this man's voice and hear his breath.

“…… And yet, I'm sad. ”

The teacher looked sad.

“I am a disciple that troubles you. Well, the chapter has already troubled the disciples. I wanted to tell you everything for a long time, but this old man's stubbornness prevented me from doing it. In your mind, you worry about what the script will be, what it will be left with. ”

The whispering teacher vomited a cough, fearing I would become a ball for you.

“I wouldn't wish it if it could be remembered as a flower after a while..."

“My Lord!”

You hear an urgent shout.

The voice of the apothecary. The group of towers rush forward, including the apothecary, to see if they now know of the battle in the snow.

“Lord, what's going on..."

“Hey! Master!? ”

The serpent was surprised to find the monk.

“Are you okay!? Hey, Master! Hey, open your eyes! ”

“That old piece is fine. ”

Teacher coughs and spills residue.

“The last book was shallow. I went in shallow. I boasted instead of being with him today... It's his fortune to live as a vandals all his life. ”

“Lungs, lungs."

The pharmacist grumbled.

“I'll never let that happen... Oh, I don't have time for this! Both of you need medical attention now! ”

“That became the point. Take care of the old man.”

“But...! ”

"The body of the throne knows the throne best. I'm already finishing up. ”

The teacher said, ”And,"

“I want to spend the last time with the only disciple. ”

“Ahjussi, would you care for the two of us? ”

The pharmacist was a pharmacist and a doctor. She approached and took a look at the teacher's pulse. Triggered a skill to examine the patient's condition. The pharmacist's face was shaded.

“... I have some painkillers, can I let you go? ”

“I'm fine.”

The teacher smiled.

“Winter breeze. I like that my breasts are cool. When I go into blood, I want to feel this wind intact. ”

"......."

The apothecary rises. Duck. She lowers her head to the teacher quietly. The speechless drug king gestures and reaches out to the group. Shortly after, they carried the bruiser back to the cave.

It was caring for the teacher and me.

“…… Master. ”

“Here.”

The teacher grabbed my hand.

"What are we going to do with the rest of the binoculars? Are you curious about the childhood story of the throne? Let's hear how beautiful the main mountain of the school is. ”

“Please.”

I also squeezed the teacher's magic hand.

It's still there.

Your life hasn't been perfect yet. You still needed one more puzzle in order to have a completely satisfying ending and the best moments.

“Do me a favor. ”

“What?”

“Pay me a massage. ”

Teacher's eyes widened.

“What a surprise. A willingness to become a disciple to surpass a teacher is hypothetical, but as you can see, the throne cannot move any further. Confucius, what good is it to overcome a stubborn dilemma? ”

“Unless you're a body massager. ”

“Hmmm?"

“I want to compete with my master with my thesis. ”

“A thesis.”

Articles.

It is a soap that is divided by mouth, not by body.

Tell them what herbs to spread and how to attack. When the opponent deals with it, the user tells the user how to deal with it again.

So you don't have to move your arms and legs. We don't need internal air.

Fighting purely with the eyes of nothing.

Martial Arts Showdown.

“Huh.”

That's why the teacher smiled at the application.

“My disciple has grown very proud. If you fight with your body, you will be your champion, Princess, but not in a thesis sword. We will spread our own herbs as we please back in the prime of our days. How can you fight when you've only caught a few of the Archeologists? ”

“I…. ”

I opened my mouth.

“I don't think it was your best against the Muslim monk. You said you would have pierced his chest and grabbed his heart.... Even if it's a verbal fight, I want you to be the last to be satisfied. ”

The best fight that won't leave any regrets.

Because that's the wish of all unmanned men.

"Confucius, you can show me that? ”

“Yes."

“Hmm…. ”

The teacher found my proposal amusing. Do they think it's the young disciple's beating heart? I really didn't expect me to give you such a shampoo.

“Good. But the thesis does not support the thesis. You will concede your hand, but don't be too grumpy when the throne ends in a single blow. ”

“Yes."

“I'll tell you the old tale of the throne when I'm done! Now, show this master the results of his training. ”

The teacher smiled.

It was a smile that smelled like peach blossoms.

I look down on the teacher's face, slowly, and gently, one man sitting across from me. I looked at an unmanned person who had peaked in another world, not here.

- Mmm-hmm.

Swordsmanship.

- Now it's my turn.

The one who rose to the top of the river.

Even though I can't fight with my body because I'm a ghost, I can only use my sword if I borrow my mouth.

‘Yes, listen to the [promise] you lost in the bet. ’

- Come on.

The messenger smiles.

- I wanted to get in a fight with the head of the bridge.

He folds his arms and sits in the snow.

- I'll give you the best shampoo. Tell him I'll give him three.

Between me, the absolutes of the two rivers met.