SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

1.

- I was born in a shitty village.

Yumar, the one-armed man, said.

- Nothing to do in the countryside, so I just hang out with kids my own age sometimes watching the tigers come down the mountain, paying tolls to merchants passing through town... It was a poor town like a dry bark.

Yumar scratches his forehead.

The green crease creases.

- Have you ever killed anyone?

“I do.”

- Yeah, a lot of them.

The one-armed actor nodded his head.

I wasn't surprised.

- Where was the first place you saw blood? A battlefield? Or...

“It was a hunting ground. It was ambushed and killed. ”

- Ah, not a warrior achievement.

Yumar raises his mouth.

A confessor laughs once in a while.

Anyone.

We're not laughing about murder. You're making fun of yourself for bringing this up, the confession itself. They secretly want me to join them in this mockery.

“Yes, it is. He wasn't a warrior.”

That's the most important thing.

We should not cooperate with ridicule at that moment.

I asked calmly without changing my face.

“How was your day? ”

-.......

Laughter disappears from Yumar's mouth.

-... a few years ago? It's been 13 years. The chief kept going back and forth to the next town. At first, I thought I was going to meet a friend, but I went too often. Seven months later, the chief came back with a confident face.

We have built a business for our village. Fools. "

It was a drug manufacturing business that the chief had learned in a neighbourhood.

- At first, I gathered a handful of villages. Six down. There's a young man in the village who's as uptight as I am. Well, it's called a Pomfret. That's what you elves eat when you eat it. If you extract it as a raw material and then harden it like a pill...

“He wasn't just a drug dealer, he was the head of an organization. Sunbae.”

-.......

Yumar, the one-armed man, shuts up.

- How did you know?

“I just had a little chat myself, and I knew right away. You're smart. You have a vivid memory. You remember the chief snooping around your neighbourhood for seven months, saying it was 13 years ago? You're strong on numbers. ”

I poured the tea into Yumar's cup on the table.

Thanks to Raviel's hands-on training, my Tea Ceremony skills have improved greatly.

It's a shame this extreme only has cheap tea leaves.

“I even know how to make drugs. I remember the chief all the time, but he's not at the bottom of an organization. The boss or at least the underboss. He would have been a key executive of the organization. ”

-... you're very perceptive.

Yumar raises a cup of tea with his one arm, making a bitter smile.

Yumar opened his eyes slightly surprised by a sip of the car.

- Fuck, why is it delicious and shit?

“Thank you. So what was it really like? ”

- Well, that's right. I was in charge of the village organization. Accidentally had a knack for collecting kids. I was lucky too.

It wasn't just bad luck.

It was genius.

Yumar's [business] has spilled rapidly.

- I'm a trader.

He gathered the local youth, formed a militia, and swallowed up the neighbourhood and called the organization. Yumar himself, the boss, thoroughly oversaw the manufacturing of drugs, guaranteed the quality.

Yumar's drugs were recognized as commercials and spread along the Elven ports.

The juice of silver.

"Powder of the Deceased.

It was all Yumar's hit.

Despite his lack of talent for error, Yumar led a hundred men. His men call him the Warrior of Warriors.

By the time the number of the hundred smoothly increased to 500, Yumar had a hunch.

- I had a feeling I was going to go to hell.

It was instinct.

- The Pacifist Council is generous, not selling drugs to designated people. I don't give a shit about some rich fairy who sells drugs. However, if there are 100 or 500 of them, the story is different.

Yumar's organization was too good to be true.

- No evidence, no symptoms, but I had a feeling. Now! If we don't strike now, we'll all die together.

Yumar gathered his friends and said,

Let's drop the business.

At the same age, my classmates who ate toll money together in the village grew fangs as an executive of the organization.

- These pigs nodded their heads in front of me that they knew.

“So you folded it? ”

- Bullshit. He broke into the group that night and tied me up. He threatened to give me a meth lab. I bought all the daggers they were carrying, and they were pointed at my neck. Bastards.

Yumar lets out his knowledge while crying.

He swore he would never take revenge, and he would never touch business again.

My childhood friends despised Yumar's oath.

- A right arm flew off.

I gave my life instead.

The boss of the organization became Yumar the one-armed.

- I didn't even come to the theater because I had a passion for acting. I just posted it on the street, and I picked it up because I felt sorry for the choir. It's been 10 years. It was a long time ago. Well, acting made it fun.

“What happened to the organization? ”

-.......

“We're screwed.”

Yumar, the one-armed man, quietly lowers his cup of tea.

- I was kicked out and subdued less than a year ago. The council sent 13 people in the top 100. Five hundred members of the organization are dead.

“What happened to your friends back home? ”

- Dead. Officers.

Yumar twitches his nose.

“You think it's your fault. ”

-.......

“You're so good, you think it's wrong to grow your organization so well. Maybe the business just went right. Otherwise, the people in my hometown wouldn't be dead. Then he blames himself for not stopping the chief. ”

- Fuck.

The Hobgoblin pours the remaining tea into his mouth.

- Oh, good.Idiots.

Next.

Finally, the actor from the outside came in.

I held an old lion doll in my arms.

- I was a noble servant...

The actor's name was Sakum.

- I happened to see the landlord banging a foreigner. No, I haven't. I heard it over the wall. I didn't want to hear too much. I didn't even get sick of hearing it. But they cut off their ears because they heard their moaning...

Sakum of the outsider muttered silently.

- It's too much, isn't it?

A one-eyed arica.

Son of a gambler.

Yumar the one-armed.

Former drug boss.

Sakum of the Outer ear.

Former Luxury Servant.

"Yes."

I nodded in front of the actors.

“Let's dance. Guys, in a week.

The day of the play is coming.

The seat was full.

2.

- Is this some kind of extreme bullshit?

- Strange. I've been here before, but at that time...

Thirty minutes before the play started, guests started swarming.

Audiences who have come to see street performances, people who have heard rumors. The audience came in because they wanted to see how many people were passing by. The VIP seat, as well as the seat, was packed.

- No watermelon beer? Fried watermelon? Ooger, I can't believe it.

- Is this theater going to make money...?

There's a fairy who works here, and she's amazing. I make noises in the air that have nothing to do with how freely I use error. No, really! Why would I lie...?

If you don't blow easy on who touched my ass, you'll bleed, not bleed.

- It's a play. He doesn't say a word.

- It's the chief's ad.

- I heard they're giving you a refund.

- There's too many people!

Waggle, waggle.

Literally a marketplace.

Behind the stage, my classmates yelled at the audience.

- Fuck.

The seniors were terrified.

Yumar, the one-armed man, was particularly nervous.

- I saw it, I saw it! The one with the red tattoo among the guests sitting in the special seat, that must be Morcan, number 21 in the council. Fuck.

“Who's that? ”

- A lunatic who draws a half-inch tattoo every time he picks an enemy's head on the battlefield. Look at the tattoos on his body!

Sakum of the outsider muttered nervously.

Actors came to see me at the end of the Fire and the Hippo.

Where are you?

- You know... two people in the special seats. I hide my face, but I know it because I see it often. One is Sormakunda, the Ace of [Fire], and the one sitting next to him is the most popular Jamahan in [Hwa] nowadays....

- Why are they coming to see us?

- He's not here to see us.

Arika, the one-eyed woman, said:

She kept looking in the mirror, checking to see if there was anything awkward about her makeup.

- They're here to see Sonia.

There was nothing special about dressing up.

Bare, with a cloth around his waist and a black tattoo all over his body. That was it.

- Yeah, that's great. In fact, the youngest actress has only been appointed a week. This is my debut. Now that I've filled up the full house from the first stage, some fairy tale actors will make an all-time debut.

- I think it's the best we can do together...

“Here we go. ”

I opened my mouth.

The classmates who were trying to get tense with small talk stopped talking.

“You've been practicing to death for a week. Don't worry, you don't have to move suddenly or your limbs won't fall off. Just use all your strength."

- We're screwed...?

“I will control your body as an error. I don't want to force you, but don't. ”

- Nonsense. It's possible... No, it's possible. Fuck.

Four of us put our hands together.

I carried the error lightly.

“Relax. ”

A red orb flows down their arms.

Twitching, the leaders move their shoulders.

But have I already gotten used to my errors in the past week's training? Immediately, they took a deep breath and calmly accepted the error. I loosened the muscles of actors like a full body massage.

- Home.

- Ugh...

The elders' expressions cleared up.

The atmosphere is definitely less tense than before.

“You have nothing to worry about. As you all know, there's no one there who expects you to get angry. Our expectations are low, and what we've practiced is amazing for our guests. Okay?”

The seniors nod cautiously.

Okay. Okay.

“Here we go."

I rolled my feet.

Kuang!

My foot fluttered with error.

- What is it?

- What's going on?

The audience was surprised on the other side of the stage. The Hopgoblins stop chattering and look around. I kept making fun of them, no matter what.

Kwung, Kwung! Bang!

It wasn't just the rhythm of the feet. I made a note of every footstep.

- Come?

When the audience realized that there were certain rules to sound, they expressed their surprise in a different sense. Among them, the most surprised were the VIPs sitting in the front row.

- Oh, my God, it's not a voice, it's an echo.

- Right, here we go. I told you, even at street performances...

Then, Arika, the one-eyed woman, ran out.

Dark stage.

She jumped as wide, wide, wide and distant as a runner could. The audience naturally glared at me.

Doubt-

The reason it focused on the audience was not just the appearance of one person.

Duwoong -

Every time Arika's foot hits the stage, a new tune embroiders the air.

The chords that led to the short lines were blown into the line.

Before the panic of the audience sank, Yumarga, the one-armed man, Sakum the outsider, rushed onstage in turn.

Same thing this time.

The rhythm flowed throughout the theater as one actor set foot on the ground.

Three tunes. Three corners overlapped, and the music finally started.

- Oh, my God.

Suddenly, the auditorium was quiet.

There were not many guests who opened their mouths, but it was not intentional, but accidental muttering.

- No way that's all...

- Are you paying for the error?

Yes, it is.

Music, not dialogue.

It's not theater, it's dance.

I was unfolding a one-man orchestra, through an error.