SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

4.

- Thank God you're here.

The messenger chirps his tongue.

- If you're a zombie, you don't usually manage your connections. Imagine your relationship with the paladin wasn't good enough. Then you will leave this stage immediately, Naga. How can you succeed in the world of music if you can't hear it?

‘That's right... …'

I walked to the twisted world watering village. The town was very beautiful. I have seen all the starry landscapes around the world, but it was a mythical view of a wooden village built around the world's water.

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I encountered a villager on the way. The villager waves and smiles at me. I didn't feel any hostility even though I had never seen him before, but there seemed to be no concept of hostility to each other in this heaven.

‘Er... well. ’

Problem is, I can't hear a word he's saying.

I opened my mouth and said:

‘Oh, hello. ’

“......? ”

The villager tilts his head.

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What did you say?

I looked at the villager's mouth as hard as I could and saw his tongue twist. Perhaps the villagers have a strange voice. Do you feel any discomfort?]. Possibly. Why do you emphasize that? There's something wrong with the pronunciation.

‘I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything... ….'

"......."

The villager looks odd. He tilted his elongated head and looked at me with a strange look, leaving without a word.

No, why? Why right?

- Rucksack!

Only the messenger was excited alone.

I frowned.

"Oh, what's so funny? Are you laughing at someone who can't talk? What? You're an anarchist who can't do anything but swing a sword. ’

- You, you didn't hear me just now. The villager who just greeted you. He was talking to her, singing Lalla like he was in a musical.

That's why the pronunciation is so strange.

- But you're trying to ramble on and talk normally, and on the one hand, you keep calling me soprano. Eww! This stage will be worth it.

After all, it doesn't change the fact that you're a cynic! That's it. Ignore him. ’

In short, the world itself was one giant musical stage.

Dandelions sang, white horses sang, and all the villagers I passed by sang.

Above all, the origin of the majestic choir was the number of the world.

["Goddess of Protection" listens to and admires the song of the world's number.]

[‘Orgol for You’ acknowledges that this is spectacular.]

According to the constellations described to me, the number of worlds is that every single fly is humming.

The green leaves are basking. High notes on whitened flowers.

Dozens of leaves and flowers gather together, and one branch makes a small harmony. Several branches come together, and once again they are loud with a loud tone. Thus, as hundreds of thousands of choirs pour out their voices, the whole world's number sometimes sings quietly, sometimes magnificently.

‘I'm the only one who can't hear...' '

Of course, I had no means of enjoying the overwhelming fairy tale.

‘If people talk to me, I'll give it a try. I can't hear anything. What a shame.'

- That's what I had to do. What are you gonna do from now on? Your colleague says you'll admit you're clear no matter what.

‘Yes. So all you have to do is.... ’

At that time, the snake twisted its wrist.

[The Eye in the Labyrinth tells us that the only significant behavior in the underworld is music.]

[The Eye in the Labyrinth suggests that maybe if you do a musical activity, whatever it is, the judge will give you a pass.]

Whatever it is, it's music.

‘Hmm.'

I looked around. The village of Akchon was sloped down like the Dal Village where I lived. Attached to the water of the world, the staircase became increasingly elevated along a wide staircase, which also served as a plaza.

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People go up and down stair-stepplaza. The conversations they're having will also have the notes of the song.

However, instruments were installed on the staircases for residents who thought real-time musicals were strange, or simply didn't like talking to people.

‘If it really doesn't matter what you do. ’

I went up the steps and examined the instruments one by one. Most of them were new instruments. Humans of an unknown civilization... in a world... would play instruments before they died.

"Do you mind if I play a little music? ’

Luckily, I went around a bit and found the piano.

The instruments had no master. Anyone could sit down and play. A child sat on the piano and the younger children clapped their hands together.

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A child found me and said,

‘Would you like to sit down?' I would say so.

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I felt like my child's language was Spanish or French. Maybe it was a different language. However, it was clear that it was a foreign language, not an alien language. She died in the tower where the piano was played and therefore would have lived in the same world as me.

You won't remember a soul that you've forgotten in your past life.

This is a place where only those who want to get rid of the landscape and all their belongings come to this place other than the instrument.

‘Yes, thank you for your patience. ’

"■?"

When the children heard my voice, they muttered.

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My voice is really strange for the people here... Raviel said I like the sound of my voice...

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, I know.

‘It's been too long since I've seen Raviel. ’

I sat on the piano chair.

"I'm going to play about longing. ’

I couldn't tune the piano either. I didn't hear anything.

‘Well, it's literally the paradise of music, and it can be tuned. ’

Six children sat on the stairs with their eyes wide as they looked this way. This is my first concert, except for the bloodstream. They were my first audience.

I'm sick of pressing the "mi" sound.

‘Sword man. Does that sound like a maze to you? ’

What do you know?

‘I was foolish to expect you.... ’

I didn't think sword would be my ear. I don't know. Maybe I should wake up on my own.

Slowly.

I started playing.

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"■ ■."

"■ ■ ■."

The children blinked. I didn't have time to read my lips because I was focused on playing, but the atmosphere was so clear. ‘Quite a surprise.’ ‘Hey. That's good.’ It would be roughly that response.

It was a good response.

‘Hmm.'

I wasn't as crazy as I wanted to be.

‘It's hard because I can't control the tone with error. Really.’

It was like a knight who forgot his armor and left for the battlefield.

‘So far, if you think the tone is a little weak, you have burned it with an error, and if you want the sound to ring more desperately, you can catch it and shake it. But now I can't hear anything at all.... Well, that's on me. ’

What I've been playing so far is not music, but music.

[If you are lazy in mastering basic sword skills and focus on picking out errors, you will hurt your nose someday], the messenger said. That's exactly what I'm playing right now.

A mercenary with thick bones.

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After a light grunt, the children clapped their hands.

Let's read the atmosphere.... I feel better after having a decent lunch at a restaurant that came in without any expectations.

"What a small debut. ’

I made a bitter smile.

even though it would be great to be recognized by children who have increased their appetite by listening to the world's number of choirs all day long.

[You have taken valid action in the world.]

[Selected as your referee will pass!]

Patricia didn't seem to want anything more. She stamped the pass right away, making sure she was watching my work in the lobby on the 70th floor.

[You've been recognized by the referee!]

[You can declare Stage Clears at any time!]

It was a moment when the stage in the 70-story area through obstacles to the best hunters was so easily overrun.

[‘Goddess of Protection’ says that the path the warrior has taken has led to today's fall.]

Mmm-hmm.

‘Probably. ’

To sum up the words we've heard from several places, it's rare for the highest ranking hunters to get along.

It's just rare.

Even if there may be some close relationships, we will be the first to build trust in the first place to the tenth place.

‘So it's usually a difficult quest. ’

Originally, there would be a mixture of grudges and sticky moments, jealousy and contempt that could not be tolerated. Just like Black Dragon Juice and the Sword did before I tried.

- Yeah, I'm actually confused about ranking second and lower. There's no reason to waste precious brain capacity on that, is there? Who knows who's third or fourth? I'm awesome anyway.

It would be the first and last time for someone like you….

[Do you want to declare a clear?]

When I was about to shrug my shoulders and say yes.

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"■ ■! ■ ■! ■ ■!"

The children clapped and admired something. I was able to decipher it easily this time. It was the anchor.

I smiled beautifully.

"Hmm. Well, if it's one song, ’

You don't have to break stage right now.

I raided the stages like an impregnable one in half a day. Time is sufficient.

Souls who died in the same tower as me, rather than rushing from here. I didn't know why I died, but I wanted to hang out a little more with these kids at the last moment who thought [I don't want to hear anymore unless it's music, and I don't want to talk if it's not a song].

I played.

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I didn't hear the sound of the piano I was playing. I tried to somehow regenerate my hearing with errors, but it seemed to be soundproofed at the system level. I didn't know what kind of power the constellations in the world exerted.

"■ ■."

So I didn't know if I was doing well, if I was doing well, or if I was doing well.

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Yourself.

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"■ ■ ■."

I saw the children's faces while playing the piano. Their faces were my only clue.

When the children closed their eyes and shook their heads, cracked, and left and right, it was [good music]. Oh, that was a bit of a misnomer.

At some point, instead of chasing notes in my head, I was pounding the keyboard, looking at the children's eyes, eyes and faces.

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The children laughed as if they were funny.

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That I made a funny mistake, no matter what I was. Or a joke. When I saw the children laughing, I laughed too.

And to put on a good show again, to see if I was doing well, I looked into the eyes of the children.

"......."

I realized something.

‘That's right.'

It was a simple realization.

‘I've always been like this. ’

Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense. Playing now, what I've done, what doesn't seem to have anything to do with it, led to a line of prophecies.

‘I didn't learn swordsmanship because I was fascinated by it. I... when I swing my sword, people around me react. The more I felt appreciated, the heavier I began to grasp the sword. ’

It was the same when I was playing without hearing anything.

I'm not fascinated by the piano. There's a perfect musical note in my head, so I don't reproduce it. Someone did, but at least I didn't.

I saw their wheezing breaths, their tender eyebrows, their mouth-watering skin. Only that was measuring [good plays] and [bad plays].

"......."

I'm just a human being who pushed it to the extreme.

‘It doesn't matter if you can't hear a note. ’

I raised the error with my whole body.

‘This is rather a familiar way for me. ’

I raised the error but did not concentrate on myself as I did on the bloodstream. Rather the opposite.

I blamed the children for their error.

"■......?"

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The children were ticklish. They had nothing to do with it. I merely allowed the error to seep in, so that their bodies would be delivered to me.

"Hmm."

Where the gaze is headed.

Whether to see my fingers dancing on the keyboard or to look at the atmosphere to chat with other children sitting next to me.

convulsions responsive to negative reactions.

Children's heartbeats.

Blood flow.

Flow rate of blood flow.

‘Yes.'

All of them reacted differently depending on how I played. It was fine, but the touch of the error was more delicate than that.

It's not just the expressions on children's faces that make up my standards. Everything has a face. The question is, do I have the means, the experience, the skill, to read that expression?

‘I've always wanted to do this. ’

And I was good at it.

‘Let's do it.’

I looked at which notes the children's gaze was fixed on my fingers. When following the notes, we observed that children's hearts react most strongly. They couldn't hide their faces.

I didn't hide it.

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"■ ■......."

The time for children to talk became shorter and shorter.

At first, I struggled because every child reacted differently. But it was okay. There was an intersection. Children had more in common than any other difference.

They abandoned the world once and wanted the same paradise.

As such.

I still haven't heard anything.

I pressed the sound of all the children's brightest reactions with my hands.

"......."

Children's hearts were beating at the same time.