SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

2.

You're not listening.

Is it immersion?

This is me. I like it.

Hey, my name is Rio Pan.

I know you can't hear me, but I don't care.

You saved my life back there in the throne room. How can you be so ungrateful when you're a celestial monk?

You just run straight ahead.

I'll take the left.

It's a huge perk, this.

I've never had a guy on my right die before.

Go, Divine New.

3.

“Come, my king. ”

"......."

I gazed at the serpent quietly.

‘What should I say? To you.’

The serpent has one eye. Your eyesight fills an empty spot.

Have you ever made eye contact with a one-eyed person?

Not often, I hope. I, too, have been accustomed to living my life unintentionally but only encountering humans with two eyes. My eyes. My gaze. The rhythm of my thinking is in line with the positive eye.

Different when faced with one eye.

When I look at the other person, when I have to look at them, my gaze is half as wide as usual. My eyes lose their usual area of familiarity and gather in a narrow path. It makes me think as much as it makes me think less. The more thoughtful you think about it, the more the bargain spreads.

So it would be.

Even though I'm looking at the astronomer right now, I'm reminded of the old days with my head turned upside down.

‘The serpent doesn't remember. ’

That's what the Fall Rain Demon King used to call his enemies to fight the horses.

I ran into the battlefield for the first time. Then the serpent assisted me. Helped me stay in ecstasy for as long as I could. Thank you for your consideration.

‘I don't remember. ’

I died hundreds of times by the Fall Rain Demon King. The Serpent helped me once in a hundred deaths. Time is engulfed and obscured in my death, and the viper will never think of it then.

Simply impossible.

‘But I remember. ’

Slowly.

I pulled the sword from the sword.

Before the blade is drawn. From the moment I grabbed the sack with my palm, I had already raised the error.

There was another red layer of blood flowing through my body.

The more violent the error flowed through the veins, the more swirling the heart, the faster my accident was, and the slower my field of view was.

As soon as the sword came out of the sword, I thought:

‘You said you were jealous of me. ’

Why?

Why would the kids I take care of.

Now and then, the Four Kings. Why, because the children I take care of, like the ones you take care of.

‘Though you don't remember the moment I was dying. ’

Why are you the only one making others happy?

You gave Thousand Horses the best of moments. I gave you a gift. Thousand Horses, despite being consumed by the agony of death, were able to smile sincerely at the gifts you gave them.

Why?

‘Every moment I realized you were beside me. ’

Why didn't the oath do that?

This is my fault.

Four Kings.

I don't know why.

‘Just as I've become jealous of you, you are a part of me. ’

The sound of sharp iron.

The sword of the holy goddess was plucked from my sheath.

‘How can I pass it on to you? ’

You don't mean anything to me.

How can I tell you that I know your existence and that I still remember the landscape of one day that you don't remember?

Can you tell me?

“Oh, good. That's it.You 're getting the point. ”

Marlow?

“See you around. I mean, as I was practicing my pulmonary canal, I was fully aware of the lessons of my great-grandfather. That old man taught me something, but I don't usually think about it, and when I train alone, it reminds me of him. I guess people have to have their own time. ”

With the soles of your tongue and half-width of your eyes?

“Thank you for recommending the pulmonary canal. Fuck you.”

I don't know what to say.

“By the way...... Why didn't you say anything before? ”

Maybe, say nothing.

“Were you nervous when you noticed my energy rising? This is sad. I'm so happy to see you after decades, I don't even say hello to the others. When we fight, we still have to say a few words to each other. ”

It's easy to beat you with words.

Taking you down with a sword shouldn't be too hard either.

“Huh? Don't you think? ”

I've been training for decades, but the path you're on is trampled under my eyes.

The way you're drunk. The color of your error is approximate.

It's simple to hurt them with words, and it's easy to prove with a sword that you can only do that.

“ ……? Hey, Four Kings? ”

It was always easy to hurt and win.

The hard thing was always the way to your heart.

“…… Are you really not going to say anything? ”

I recall my teacher's teachings.

In retrospect, there are a few things the teacher taught me.

How to hurt.

How to overlap your voice with your knife.

"......."

The words spoken by the human tongue are just noise. If the noise has a direction and a meaning, it can hurt the unseen mind.

The sword I wield is just a lump of matter, but if it has a direction and a will, it can also cut off the unbearable mind.

What you want to cut with one piece of iron is stubbornness, obsession, contempt and arrival.

“…… indeed. ”

Can I cut it?

“You don't need a horse. ”

Benda.

“Then I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked you to come. It's polite for a challenger to run to the challenged one first. ”

A piece of material and a row of things.

Orders will flow through my veins and around my heart, extending to the blade, giving to you the flow rate of my life, the temperature of my body that I rescued from the world, my blood flowing here and my heart alive.

You can tell by handing it over.

Because you're dealing with a swordsman who's spent decades pushing himself out of the world.

“Here we go.”

Sparkle.

[Sparkle responds to your call.]

Whew.

[…….]

[Goddess of Protection listens to your call.]

Idols.

[.......]

Compassion.

[.......]

Origin (xxxxxxx).

[Goddess of Protection responds to you as follows:]

Sacrifice.

[Yes, the Four Kings.]

Salvation.

[Take orders.]

By the time I summoned the swords in turn and reached the third time, he had already read my mind and revealed it in this forest.

Whitya glows.

The light was intense. The moment the light added and spread, it flashed slowly into my eyes like a list of photos that followed one after another.

The light spread everywhere. The brighter the light of the blade was in the air, the darker the shadow that the sword cast on the ground became. The shadow of the blade carved into the ground becomes narrower and narrower, as if surrounded by the light on all sides.

It got narrower and darker.

More.

A little more.

[The Salvation Sword receives your command.]

Finally, the knife in my palm, the shadow of the knife on the ground, and the two lengths were the same.

[The Sacrificial Sword receives your command.]

Neither of them was real, nor guilty.

[The Origin Sword receives your command.]

Cripple.

Even in the intense light, the shadow of the blade, which no longer slumbers, suddenly moves like a living life.

[The Sword of Compassion commands you.]

The Serpent who was poised to run at me stopped.

"......!"

He opens his eyes.

Literally for a short period of time, the blade shadow shifts, twists and moves, and then splits. One, two. Three. Four. The shadow of one blade is divided into four halves. The blade shadows were scattered east, west, south, north, and square, respectively.

It wasn't scattered one by one.

The shadow of the blade tightly surrounds me.

Like clockwork, minutes and seconds, the knife shadows slowly turned, and I stood in the middle of it and picked up the idol sword.

[Goddess of Protection is unfolding.]

And he aims at the serpent with his blade.

"Ah,"

The serpent pauses and raises his tail.

I could hear it in my ears.

The sound of the folding of the breath, the sound of the messenger behind his back blinking loudly, the sword, the black dragon, and the paladin watching our two opposition raised their eyes, and the sound of Estelle moving their eyes, echoing sharply in my ears.

“Hey--"

Bloop.

The blade of your sack rises from the shadow of the four-pronged blade.

“Are you sure?”

The sword that rises from the shadows does not lose its color, even after it rises from the ground. It is dark. It wiggles restlessly instead of a distinct outline. I got a pulse. It growls. It growls. Like a ripe beast.

He was alive.

“Isn't this treason...! ”

Just as my purpose is to leave my body as the host, [Goddess of Protection] 's alter ego is manifested by slaughtering my error again.

"I can't win with just one knife! Are you using five now? ”

If we simply call error "sword," we can call it "sword."

If I turn my head, the blade of your sack moves with it. When I point my blade at you, I groan along your crooked tongue.

Ilsaburan.

My salvation, my sacrifice, my origin, my compassion. My faults, which have been constantly gathering, collecting and harvesting since I held the sword, have breathed seamlessly according to the idol I hold in my hand.

“Yes! Yes! ”

This is where I stand now.

This is the view I see with my own eyes.

Still, I can't even fade the shadows like you.

“If you're trying to break me without saying a word! ”

Even if you can't cut the edge of winter, you can cut off as long as it's folded in your heart.

“I'm so sorry! I'll take a word out of your mouth! ”

The serpent wields his sword.

I've seen the sword he throws out somewhere.

When was it?

Oh, I see.

In the snow, Nam Gwang-un from Murim Manju resembles Turo who appeared to be an enemy to fight against the teacher. Yes, as the body crumbles, the flesh rots, and the bones melt, it resembles a feast spread by a mosquito who manipulates the muscles of his entire body into his puppet joints.

“Four Kings!"

I don't think I'd recognize the old country.

Once upon a time, my dark eyes could not read the martial arts contained in any of the most elite martial artists. I couldn't read it. I couldn't tell.

Even one dance with the teacher and Nam Gong-woon, even the 989th soap, was illuminated at first by a playful puppet.

"------!"

That was exactly how the Serpent's shameless act was.

My blind eye.

Something you couldn't read before.

No, something that's not here at all. Smoke. Sin. What a waste.

"......! ----, ----!"

Now I know that it is a gesture with the sound of the Lunar New Moon Wave.

I drew my serpent's sword with my compassion. Silence. The serpent's blade meets the shadow I imagine, but I hear no clash. The Serpent's Blade could not slash my shadow.

"-----!!"

The serpent wields his sword.

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The biting force is as fierce and cunning as the dragon's waist. Before the user can reveal its teeth, its breath must be snatched and cut. Before the user can devise a move, its distance must be snatched and snapped together, and the target's power drains back into its neck.

"......! -----!"

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Moon-joo.

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Serpent.

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Hey. Hey.

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Go, Holy Father.

my name is ryofan

‘Liaofan.’

Slowly he drew his swinging sword.

‘I remember you. ’

Ignition Blade and Qi are dislocated.

I wielded my sword.