SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

new actor.

(1) [Mud and Dust] is a venerable goblin troupe.

To be more precise, only a will remains.

It went well once, but that's a thing of the past.

After the former troupe's predecessor disappeared after leaving a suicide note due to financial difficulties, the term 'historical troupe' became an insult rather than a compliment.

- Come inside.

“Am I passed?”

- Of course it's a pass.

Ugor.

No matter how little fairy you are, if you drop even after watching such a passionate performance, you are not qualified to take the theater to the theater.

The hobgoblin troupe led me to the theater, snoring.

profit.

When the gate was opened, the 130-year-old theater was revealed.

There was a building that had been worn out for 130 years.

“Wow.”

dark interior.

It was a light and a torch was turned on, but it was worse than not doing it.

There was soot all over the ceiling and walls.

Even the designated tribes like wet places, so the floor was even filled with rotten water, whether it was groundwater or something.

Smell terrorism to visual terrorism.

“This is a bit… … ." And not just that.

Spiders, centipedes, bugs, etc.

All kinds of bugs gathered together to prove how much they loved a damp place.

Thanks to this, even this tiny theater overflowed with love and life, and above all else.

The spider's web overflowed.

"What the hell..." -You seem impressed.

I understand.

I liked it as much as I did when I first saw the theater when I was young.

The hobgoblin had a proud expression on her face.

It seemed like she misunderstood my reaction.

- My heart was pounding.

It was like falling in love.

Looking back now, the pounding of my heart that I felt at that time led my life to this point.

My heart is pounding, too.

How long have you been doing it?”

-Cleaning? "......." Hobgoblin's 'What is it?' Yes, these kids have liked muddy water since birth.

If I nagged them to come and do some cleaning, they wouldn't even listen to me.

I can't believe it passed! It's amazing! It's also Kekerukker! By the way, the original owner of this body, Sonia aspiring actor, became a psychic body and hovered around me.

It floated in the air like a ghost like a ghost.

I can't communicate with each other.

Only I can hear their voices.

Suddenly, I've become a person carrying two ghosts.

'It looks like two mosquitoes are wagging at the same time in summer...' -Yes? 'No.

Nothing.

More than that, Sonia.

Why did you risk your life for such an ugly troupe? I decided to become an actor anyway, so I'll go to a better place if possible.' -I also wanted to become a famous theater company like [Flame] or [Flamour]...

But Sonia became dull.

-They don't even go to interviews with the top performing troupes.

The fairies with poor body are useless....

It thinks, 'Huh.' Sonia was a victim of racial discrimination, or muscle discrimination.

How the hell did our children become such a race that only shouted about muscles...

- Come along.

There was a pile of worn out theater props, and two hobgoblins were sleeping in the middle of it.

Are you still a poet? I saw.

-Wow.

What kind of fairy family or Danju? -Am I newly recruited as a ticket clerk? - They are like rice bugs.

I am not a ticket clerk, I am a rookie actor! Did I mention that some fairy tribe always follows me asking to be chosen as an actor? -Oh, that Fairy people who are so annoying...? Only then did the hobgoblin actors come to their senses.

-Wait a minute, they didn't really choose you as an actor? -Why not.I just passed the final screening.

-Are you crazy? Are you going on stage? You talk too harshly.

-Don't worry.

I knew and chose this guy.

Even though his body is modest, this guy's acting skills are...

"My name is Sonia.

The troupe owner." -Yes, Sonia.

Sonia's acting was full of truth than any other actor I've ever seen.

The audience these days only care about muscles, but seeing Sonia may change their thinking.

-Ho-Oh.-If Dan-joo would say that...

- Anyway, the youngest came in.

Seniors should set a good example, how long are you going to just play yourself in the dressing room? Wash up quickly and assemble on stage.

All right, all right.

The actors got up.

Loudly! The props piled up like a pile of Lego collapsed.

Surprisingly, there were not two hobgoblins in the dressing room, but three.

The last one was buried deep among the props.

The one-sided hobgoblin hugged the lion and fell asleep.

-Wake up quickly! -Ah? Ahhh! The troupe pinched the other ear and dragged him along.

Even while being dragged away, the actor didn't miss the lion until the end.

It's cute.

-As you know, the next week's blood and fire drama is Fire Sword Ranmu.

After a while, the actors gathered.

The owner of the company walked around the front of the stage with their backs on their backs.

One day, he meets Yeom-je, whom he has always admired.

When two people meet, one begins to live a completely new life, and the other dies.

….

We go to the classics.

-Dongju.

The one-armed actor raised his hand -It's too old-fashioned by any means.

Shouldn't we also keep up with the latest trends? -That's right.

The audience wants something new.

The one-eyed actor also helped - Even if it’s a little childish, we have to share some words that seem to love each other.

The trend these days is called dang-bump-dang-bong, so it’s said that there is an exchange like pulling and bouncing in order to have a good taste.

-Ha, terrible sound! The troupe's eyes are wide open - When you start chasing after something exciting, there is no limit and the root disappears.

It shows how much that disappointment can have an extreme effect on a person's life.

Other than that, everything is bought and heresy! Well.

The actors grumbled.

- In any case, that old-fashioned temperament will not change even if you die.

-Isn't this really ruining...

.

-noisy! Didn't you add a few lines of lines because you complained so much? No more concessions Relax your body and neck for 20 minutes.

Start practicing right away! - That's not enough...

.

Anyway, I get it, Danjoo...

.

As the youngest, I sat quietly in the audience and observed the practice of the seniors.

30 minutes passed.

'Wow.' I concluded.

'Isn't that a complete bullshit?' In a word, it was uncomfortable.

A play of blood is [a play using an auror].

When acting out a scene of anger, the actor not only pours out lines with words, but raises an aura like a flame with his whole body.

to express anger.

If you are accustomed to Auror, you will inevitably become proficient in acting, and if you are good at acting, you will inevitably get used to Auror.

Thus, the actors of the blood drama naturally become great warriors and excellent auror users.

It should be… “Why is it so hard?”

I muttered unknowingly.

It was a word that came out of nowhere.

Perhaps those words reached my ears, and the troupe didn't give me acting coaching but turned to me.

-what are you talking about? "Huh.

Nope.

I feel like I'm using the auror in a very specific way...

.”

The scene where Kekerukker realizes the atrocities of the Flame Emperor and becomes angry.

The actors in front of me focused too much on [Anger].

No, I couldn't focus at all.

For example, if you express a character's [anger], definitely check out the auror! It spread like wildfire.

When expressing [sadness], I just drooped again.

As if there was a set formula in Auror.

'It's gorgeous though.' The aurors exploded in real time right in front of my eyes and repeated their hooks off.

It had a wonderful taste.

But that's it.

'There's no point in that.

really.' I opened my mouth.

“Blood painting is the art of Auror.

And an auror is a power that sets a pattern for a certain will or emotion, or a landscape of a certain image.

Emotion comes first.

If you give priority to mere arm movements or lines, the auror loses its vitality.

What should I do? Isn't this one that doesn't flutter? Ah.

that's right.

There is no malt.

The grass dies.”

The troupe furrowed his eyebrows.

It was the impression that he had beaten up some thugs in his old days.

-What kekerukker is howling? “Is that a designated tribe proverb? … no.

Anyway.”

I went up to the corner of the stage.

At some point, the actors also stopped practicing acting and looked at this.

"Ego.

Set a certain action for each anger emotion, and set another action for each sad emotion.

You can't do that.

Do people unconditionally shed tears when they are sad? It's not.

Every situation is different.

Being able to react immediately even in completely different situations is meaningful for Aurors.”

The senior actors were fed up as if they were having fun.

- I found out that Dan-ju was brought in, but it was the teacher, not the youngest.

-teacher! Show me an example for once! "Ugh." How can I make it easier to understand? I looked around.

“First of all, the torches are bad.

Let’s turn it all off.”

He bent down and grabbed a handful of earthen grains from the floor.

Then I loaded the auror and shot it swish, swish, swish.

The torches hit by the gravel arrows lost their firepower and went out.

The hobgoblins were bewildered.

-What? -What...

Suddenly, the surroundings became dark.

"OK." All hyeolhwa theaters resemble the cities of the Sanwa tribe.

Daegongdong.

A cave surrounded by walls on all sides, but with a hole in the ceiling.

Now the designated tribes have forgotten the days of groaning as slaves.

However, the years have left traces, adding a shadow to their architectural style.

“Everyone, please be quiet.”

When the torch went out, only a small hole in the ceiling lit up.

dawn light.

Blue, still in the shade, sank on the shabby stage.

“You don’t have to spit out unusual lines.”

The quiet carpet of dawn.

“You don’t even need to write lines.

Aurors aren't magic...

done.

I'll just show you.

Let’s say you express anger, for example.”

I did push-ups on stage.

“The more familiar the posture, the better.

It is a movement that anyone can recognize.

There's no need to overdo it.

Suck!”

Slowly lower your chest and waist.

raised Lowers and raises were maintained at a specific rhythm.

“Now, normally, when you do push-ups, this is the speed.

It's normal.

But, this...

.”

I immediately raised the auror.

Red flames flashed all over his body.

In the midst of that, I repeated push-ups at a much faster rate than before, to the point that I thought it was abnormal.

quickly.

mechanically.

expressionlessly.

"......" The room was quiet.

I stared at the front.

Without making a sound of breathing, he only did push-ups at a high speed.

moved the whole body.

Above me, a bloody auror was burning fiercely.

“…whoah.”

Thirty seconds later, I brushed my hands and stood up.

"look.

It's just push-ups.

It's a familiar attitude.

But how about it? It’s the same movement, but if you change the speed, the feeling is completely different.”

-.......

“What if I do push-ups frantically in an unstable position, sweating profusely? It will feel different again.

If it's just refined anger, then it's ferocious rage.

That's it.

You don't have to type special lines and perform unusual movements to express emotions." The hobgoblins seemed to understand something, but they didn't seem to understand it.

It was a bit frustrating.

I realized that we had met for the first time.

“There, senpai.”

I pointed to the one-eyed actor, who was playing the role of Yeom-je in the play.

- Me or me? -Uh...

"What kind of aura would you use to describe self-love?" The one-eyed actor was perplexed, but he thought about what I said.

And he took out a mirror from among the props lying nearby.

-It must be like this....

The one-eyed actor looked at the hand mirror.

A faint aurora rose from the actor's body.

"It's not the worst.

It's strange.

It's not right." -If it's strange...? "Look.

Yeom-je is a self-proclaimed manly bastard.

Would such a kid look at her handsomely? Do you think she's carrying a hand-mirror? What are you doing? Why?" -Uh… “Senior is now obsessed with the notion that [a person with strong narcissism often looks in the mirror].

Besides, narcissism seems like a strange thing and for some reason, it seems like he will wiggle, so he avoids aurora like that.

“It’s okay.

- If you were like you, how would you do it? “It’s the same.”

I used the auror by breathing in.

As Uburka did, I also surrounded the auror.

Virtual muscles.

I disguised myself as an auror as if my whole body was tingling.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Then I repeated the push-ups slowly, very slowly, as if to appreciate my muscles.

I deliberately overdosed it and put in the sound of breathing.

It was not an [action to make the body good] but [the act of showing off a good body].

“Okay? Simple, right?”

-… … no… I was going to point it out earlier, but treating Aurors like you is itself… … .

“What if I want to emphasize the narcissism more here? It's good to have props in this case.

I'm just stretching out wooden chairs around it.

But, this crazy bastard won't sit even though there's a chair.

Never sit down and just keep doing push-ups.

without rest.”

-.......

“Then people won’t just recognize you without any dialogue.

Oh, that bastard is crazy.

He's a crazy guy who's so obsessed with him and doesn't look back at anything around him.

Are you feeling a little better now? I'll have to show it to you as soon as the words come out." I lightly lifted the log chairs and brought them onto the stage.

placed randomly.

And in the middle of the chairs, like before, I did push-ups while breathing slowly, hoo-woo, hoo-wook.

Of course, giving the illusion that the muscles are burning with an auror.

"how is it? Isn't it easy?”

-.......

The one-eyed hobgoblin opened his mouth.

-who are you? “Are you a new actor?”

Hobgoblins looked at me like crazy.

no.

Why?184.