The Returner

Yoon Hyuk-gyu from Spitfire was one of South Korea's leading talent for Black Monday. I couldn't get the name of the Spitfire to anyone interested in it.

Perceptionally, though pushed to the flares, there were many people who raised their spitfire higher than her in terms of her capabilities.

Yoon Hyuk-gyu was sweating cold.

Although not the best in South Korea, he is shaking in front of people who are not monsters who can be called one of the best.

What is it?

It is not without measures.

He knew that Lee Hyuk was strong. It wasn't foolish enough to see that its strength was untouchable.

Nevertheless, there was a reason to be able to stand up.

The first is that Lee Hyuk's ability to cope with human beings has not been verified.

A hunter who can catch a lion by himself doesn't necessarily defeat a fighter.

Dealing with people and monsters was a different sport. The overwhelming talent on one side does not guarantee that the other side will do well.

Spitfire's interpersonal abilities were among the best in the NDF.

I don't know if Seo Ah-young is any better at fighting monsters, but I was confident it would only take a few moments to battle her.

His attitude was similar to Seo Ah-young's.

Overwhelming firepower from a long distance.

At this distance, he should be in charge of the battle.

But…….

Why are you shaking? ’

Because his body knows his strength?

No way.

It's not that I didn't know how strong Lee Hyuk was. But there was no way I could have felt this way.

It wasn't like that from the beginning.

From the moment Lee Hyuk started looking at him with a subtle gaze, his body began to lose control.

It wasn't even Lee Hyuk who threatened me.

I didn't even try to stare at it with emotion, not to spit out speculation, or to make a living, or to do something that violent.

I was just staring quietly with my eyes slightly raised to death because I was still bored.

That's no big deal. That's no big deal.

It's not a long time, but everyday things that I have seen over the past few days suddenly changed their meaning and pushed into the world of Yoon Hyuk-gyu.

Yoon Hyuk-gyu bit her lips as if she was bleeding.

“Hoho?”

Lee Hyuk smiled lightly as he watched the scene.

Maybe it's more useful than I thought.

Being instinctively afraid of Lee Hyuk was a pretty good sign. It means you can feel the power hidden in the unknown by appearances.

It's also fun when Lee Hyuk's mind changes, and his reaction suddenly changes. Not everyone has the ability to instantly catch a glimpse of their subtle changes.

But that's it.

In front of dogs that can hunt, dogs that can't hunt, or lions, they're both just the same dog.

Bite the neck and twist it, and you're dead.

Lee Hyuk glanced at Yoon Hyuk-gyu and yawned.

“Didn't I ask you to prove it? ”

Lee Hyuk smiled and approached Yoon Hyuk-gyu one step later.

Coming?

Yoon Hyuk-gyu's sturdy face mixed in with confusion.

Why is it coming?

If you think about Lee Hyuk's fighting disposition, you should keep your distance.

Do you feel confident you can defeat yourself at any time, even if you're close?

Or…….

Before the chaos was over, Lee Hyuk suddenly approached him.

Lee Hyuk raised his head and whispered to Yoon Hyuk-gyu's ear.

“You've got to give me a beating, right? Right?"

Yoon Hyuk-gyu, who was treated like a worm, put his hands together and put them on Lee Hyuk's chest.

Paaaaaaaah!

Beam of Fire!

Unlike Seo Ah-young, who deals with the flame itself.

A blazing cannonball is released from the hand of the Spitfire.

When the flying flame cannonballs hit the sea to create a massive steam explosion, Spitfire was chasing the trail of Lee Ji-hyuk, who had disappeared before his eyes.

“Where are you!”

“Oh, I'm asking about the crumbs. ”

“Hehe!”

Spitfire leaps behind his back without turning to hear the sound coming from behind him.

I don't know what's behind my back, but it's suicide to avoid it and keep your distance. There is no way to stop Lee Ji-hyuk at a time when the streets are more distant.

“Idiot.”

But it was a mistake.

Quadruck!

Spitfire's mouth widens with the terrible pain that lingers around his waist.

“ ……. ”

I couldn't even groan out of my mouth after so much pain.

The sand floors enter the obscured field of view.

Fluffy.

The body of the fallen Spitfire convulses.

Seeing that scene, Lee Hyuk shrugged his head.

Weak is inevitable, but resisting pain is a matter of tenacity. If you roll around saying you've only been hit once, how will you survive the battle?

The battlefield requires you to swing your sword even if your arm flies away and your leg is cut off.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Lee Hyuk approached Yoon Hyuk-gyu who was convulsing on the floor, and crouched on his head.

“You still haven't proven anything? ”

“Ugh…. ”

It was a shape that could not be heard in Yoon Hyuk-gyu's ears.

“Well, what do I do? I don't have enough proof yet... ”

Lee Hyuk turned his head and looked at the children.

The people facing him retreat behind the blemish.

“What do you want me to do?”

“… what? ”

“Prove how strong you are, but I don't think I have any proof yet, but he did. Then it's a little vague how to prove it... Can someone help me prove it? ”

"Do you want to come? That's very thoughtful of you.

“Well, we're fine. ”

Lee Hyuk tilted his head.

“Really?"

“Of course.”

Everyone unconsciously nodded.

Lee Hyuk caught Yoon Hyuk-gyu, who is still having cramps again.

“Jung-hoon Choi. ”

“Yes?”

“But don't we have kids like that? Healing kids.”

“You mean the therapist? There is a power family, but it's very rare. There might be one in one country. And there is currently no healer in Korea. ”

“Where is it? ”

“Yes?”

“You said you weren't in Korea. Where are you?”

“Nearby in Japan and China. ”

“Japan.”

Lee Hyuk took out his phone.

Then he grabbed Yoon Hyuk-gyu's head and said with a big smile.

“Do you have bad feelings about Japan? ”

“ ……. ”

“You'll have to let go of all your feelings. Soon you'll want to return the favor, or you'll be one of them, by throwing everything you hate or even hate enough to die. ”

Yoon Hyuk-gyu's eyes were filled with terror.

“Ah……. ”

“Oh, you're talking. ”

Lee Hyuk crashed Yoon Hyuk-gyu's head into the sand.

“Prove it, and I'll prove it. Blame it on the other side. Looks like you're not planning on proving it to your colleagues. ”

Lee Hyuk-gyu's hand grabbed Yoon Hyuk-gyu's head.

“I beg your pardon?”

Japan's healer, Gitmura Ren, doubted his ears.

“Support? Korea? ”

“Yes.”

“Why do I need to apply to Korea? ”

“To be precise, Korean talent is going out to support the area. ”

“… I'd like to know why. ”

“You know, for the benefit of the country. ”

The national interest, the national interest....

Gitmura Ren frowned at the word "national interest." I don't think he's going to tell you any more details.

“My opinion doesn't matter anyway. ”

“I feel sorry for you. ”

“No, it's work. So... where should we go? ”

“There is someone here to guide you. ”

Guitar Mura Ren's eyes widen, following the man's fingertips.

“Jung-min?”

Established by the S. Girls?

Why is he here?

Gitmura Ren approaches her with a heartfelt greeting.

“Hello, I'm Gitmura Ren. ”

“Jung-min, you speak Korean well. ”

“Oh, yeah. I did some studying. Nice to meet you. I'm a fan. ”

Jung Hae Min nodded, greeting Gita Mura Ren.

That's weird.

Guitar Mura Ren, who felt a sense of camaraderie in that attitude, narrowed his eyes.

His knowledge of the SS Girls was the incarnation of fan service.

Legendary idol that fans get tired, take photos, sign and play together, and get dragged into the hands of managers, or the tired fans run away and the service is over.

With Len knowing that the appearance is not a choreography, but a real appearance, he could not help but feel disgusted by the appearance of this resolutionist.

“What happened……. ”

Guitar mura Ren is about to say something. Her raised hand stands between her and her.

“I hope we get there fast. ”

“… Yes? ”

“People die. ”

“Oh, yes! ”

Is it urgent?

No, I thought the talents were somewhere else, not in Korea.

So you sent someone to the foreign gate to die?

I still don't understand the situation, but I couldn't ask any more questions when I saw Jung Sin-min's face that looked urgent.

Ren reports to his supervisor behind his back and approaches the settlers.

“Do I have to give you a hand? ”

Jung Hae Min gripped Ren's hand without saying anything and cast the teleport.

Squawk.

Suddenly, I thought things in front of me were blurry, and the first sight I saw opened up.

The burning sun.

The dazzling sea.

Sparkling sand.

A miserable corpse.

Yeah? Yeah.

A miserable corpse?

Gitmura Ren stiffens and looks down at the bloodied man lying on the floor.

My chest is barely breathing, but even a corpse is not reassuring enough.

Everyone else was fine, but the sight of only one person bleeding caused a strange foreign sensation.

“What is this……. ”

No, the others didn't look fine either.

Seeing their face as blue as if they had seen a ghost, they didn't look comfortable either.

What the hell is going on here?

Then another man appeared in Ren's eyes.

A man squatting at the head of a fallen man.

“… what is it? ”

A man with a sharp rolled tail pokes his finger at the fallen man's head.

Ren, who was in a hurry, shouts.

“What are you doing to the patient? ”

When Len shouted, he heard the head of Lee Hyuk, a man.

Len frowned at Lee Hyuk's eyes.

You look like you're barely twenty years old.

What the hell is that kid doing?

And why don't these people stop him?

When people are dying and they don't even think about doing it, they go far away!

‘Koreans don't understand. ’

At that time, Lee Hyuk's mouth opened.

“Are you a therapist? ”

Guitar Mura Ren swallows her saliva, feeling strange.