SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

song of light and shadow.

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When I first started learning Asayu sword.

“What?”

Chunma was disappointed.

"Didn't you say that the longest you've been starving in your life is only three days?" My efforts were not recognized.

gave up resigned I just watched for a moment as I wield my sword.

Chunma easily turned his back and left.

“The story doesn’t make sense.”

“How can you enlighten the Demon Lord God without even knowing this?”

The Heavenly Demon tested me only to give up on myself.

Because there is nothing more to look forward to in this world.

because there shouldn't be.

「It has become.」 「It is the fault of the principal.」 That was when she learned 'starvation'.

But from the moment she learned 'Thirst', her attitude completely changed.

4.

“Your sword is too simple.”

Chunma watched me fight Kang Si.

The way you looked at me started to change.

Occasionally I swung my sword clumsily, but Chunma frowned, but did not turn her back.

gave out advice.

“Your sword has no grave dragon.

There is no such thing as an application.

Honest and upright, but not so vulnerable.”

Nara began to bet on human beings, and heavenly horses for hope.

“Your sword is as if it were not meant to face the world, but against humans.

It is not the sword of the main school, it is closer to the sword of the faction.

It’s a clever thing.”

At first, I was also killed by a single blow by an unarmed zombie.

But as time went on, I was able to deal with unarmed zombies with ease.

It was natural.

Because every night he was killed by the gangsters brought by the angler.

The more I suffered the trauma of the thirsty dead, the stronger my sword became.

“Don’t tell me your simple heart.”

When my sword got a little stronger, the angel finally started teaching me.

“How are you? What is it?”

“… a trick or trick It’s not easy to talk to Ahae other than Saeeu.”

Cheonma was loud, loud, and swept his throat.

“Think of the time when you opened your Asayu sword.

What did you think of when you wielded your sword?”

“I thought of hunger.”

“Of course it would.

However, it is not only that.

You didn't know it yourself, but you have penetrated the essence of the magician without knowing it yourself." the nature of magic.

“Don’t let the principal tell you that from now on.”

We sat face to face in the snow.

"ruler.

Think of [apples] in your head.”

“Apologize… .

Are you talking about eating apples?”

“Eat apples.”

As instructed, I imagined an apple.

“Did you remember?”

“Yes.”

“How does the apple feel? “Yes?”

Chunma's question was unfamiliar.

How do you feel about the touch of an apple? I don't really have an apple in my hand, but how can I know the touch? I was bewildered.

Chunma looked at my face attentively.

“If you force yourself to think about it, you can imagine it, but…”

"It's fine.

If you don't know, say you don't know." “Oh, yes, I have no idea.”

“Hmm.

Hmm.”

Cheonma smiled, and the woman was delighted, "It's honest.

Good! Now think of [hunger]." "......." I remembered.

I remembered the pickaxe the farmer wielded endlessly on the dry ground.

The gestures of beating his children came to mind.

The children dug up the soft soil by the river, and they dug up the soil.

“Did you remember?”

The angel whispered, “Yes, I remembered.”

“How does hunger feel?”

Biting teeth when eating mud cookies.

Taste.

Crisp texture.

“What does hunger smell like?”

“It smells like dirt.”

"Oh, what kind of soil? There are several types of soil.

There is soil for farming and there is soil for making pottery.

There is black soil and red soil.

I am curious about the main seat.

What is the soil of hunger? Ingo?”

“It’s mud.”

I said with my eyes closed, "You can't scoop out any mud you want, it's mud with few pebbles and no grains of sand." “I see.

I see.

How does hunger taste?”

“……”

“Ahaha.”

Chun-ma's voice softened.

"The principal asked what hunger tastes like.

Why don't you answer me right away?" "...it's sad." I said, "Kids dry mud cookies in the sun.

While drying in the sun, with nothing to do, the children hang around the mud cookies.

Just waiting for the mud to dry...

.”

“They are children waiting for the sun.”

"...Yes." “Hunger is children waiting for sunlight.”

It was.

It was.

“Ahaha.

That is your poem.”

Heaven's voice fell like simple snow.

“When the principal asked about the texture of a mere apple, you replied that you do not know.

What about hunger? you touched the mud took on the mud.

Chewed mud and ate it! Since you have seen the flowing river, you must have overheard even the sound of its tumbling.”

An old man's last voyage.

ferry.

night sky.

A lonely death who didn't want to cause trouble to the world, but ended up becoming a trouble.

“Apples have form, but not hunger.

Apples have taste, but hunger is tasteless.

But you speak very well of hunger! Your hunger is mud, sunlight, rivers, and children.”

“Ah! That is your talent.”

the angel said “Now open your eyes.”

saw.

Chunma moved her hands in a sitting position.

“The reason you don't know the texture of an apple is simple.

Because I did not stimulate your [memory].”

my memory.

"If you've ever eaten an apple, you'd know." Chunma smiled and moved her hand.

I soon found out.

Chunma was pretending to cut an apple in half.

“The skin of the apple is soft.

It's slick, yet very slightly squishy.

I usually like to eat apples with their skins, but this will change if a child has a cold.

Cut in half...

.”

It was as if she had an apple in her hand.

“Gnab it with a spoon.

He eats an apple he gnawed with a spoon and feeds it to a sick child.”

"......." "Did you ever eat such a gnawed apple as a child?" have.

I remember a teacher at an orphanage who did that to me.

He fed me, who was lying down with a cold, an apple that I had gnawed with a spoon.

“How do you like the texture of the gnawed apple?”

“… … I’m so excited.”

"Yes! The original crunchy apple is chewed on a spoon once and it's stinky.

But is that all? But isn’t it so tasteless?”

“Yellow juice fills your mouth.”

“It is! That's it! Scratching even the skins makes the remaining apple skins ridiculously wrinkled.

The mother's hand who digged the apples also turns into juice from the apples.

But then, then, then, ah.

Which of them could be an apology to you?”

"......." I thought.

As I was immersed in thought, Chunma asked me.

“Is it an apple? Is it an apple cut in half? Is it the juice of a gnawed spoon? is it the shell? Is it your mother's hand? What is your apple?”

what is my apology “I once saw a mother who ate all the apples on her child and then only ate the peel.”

"......." "For the main jwa, an apple is the mother's remaining skin.

child with a cold It is a mother’s heart that has been grinded one by one.”

For some reason, my heart became warm.

Even sitting in the middle of the snowy field.

Maybe it was because the angel smiled, I didn't know.

“---And also the children whose mothers never sold apples when they were young.”

But the angel's smile didn't last long.

“I think of my mother who cannot buy apples.

I think of my mother who did not buy it even though I could buy it.

It reminds me of a child caught in a horn and lying on the bed, but there is no one to take care of him.

It reminds me of a child who died due to lack of care.”

poison (毒气).

The devil's black eyes were gloomy.

“There is nothing in this world where the human heart is not inhabited, and there is no place in this world where the human heart does not penetrate!”

My body was numb.

“Hunger has no form.

didn't it taste good? there was no scent Go! Hunger is mud, river water, child.

Even an apple is like that.

ah must! You turn your hunger to mud, so your thirst!”

"......." "Feel the pain of thirst! feel it Fill the taste.

smell the incense eat it beckon Magic is a memory! Memory is a sensation.

This is the heart of our school! The feeling of scooping up mud and eating it, the feeling of being held in your hand, is your hunger, your demon god!”

The back of the neck was cold.

Cool electricity ran through his body.

“Even if the grassroots suffer injustice, that is all.

can't say can't vomit Unable to vomit resentment (怨念) keeps piling up in the heart, eventually turning into resentment (怨恨).

But our demonic warriors are different!”

the angel looked at me “We wield swords!”

Without realizing it, I gripped the hilt of the sword.

“As a gisaeng sings and a scholar writes poetry, we wield our swords.

What was the difference between the green forest's Murobae and the main school's Mine? They are swung by the sword.

But we wield swords! That’s all, and that’s all.”

training has begun.

“How can you call life simply living as you live it? It is death! How do you call a sword that swings as it swings? it is a beast did you want to die Do you want to be a beast?”

"no!" I bit my molars tightly.

“I am a living human!”

“Then go ahead and get thirsty.

Thirst like you were hungry!" I gathered 112 people who died of starvation.

Among them, a child ate a clay cookie.

I bit the crumbling earthen grain in my mouth.

"You found the mud of hunger.

Now you have to find something of thirst.

To you, hunger was children waiting for sunlight.

What is thirst to you!" We gathered 48 people who died from gallstones.

Among them, there was an old woman who drank seawater and continued to drink.

I pickled the five intestines meat in brine.

"Your hunger is mud and thirst is the sea.

But is thirst the only pain the sea brings? There is also the pain of drowning in the sea.

There is the pain of drowning in the river.

Oh, what is water to you! ”

37 people who drowned were gathered.

Among them, there was a father who gave his child the last breath.

I sank into the water and shared a breath with the devil.

Therefore, the Demon Heavenly God Gong 魔天神功.

The Third Ceremony.

"Hunger is the soil.

Dryness is the waves.

To you, suffocation is the father's last breath! The land, the sea, and the air are already yours.

Ahaya other than birds! What is winter to you? .”

96 people who died in death were gathered, among them there was a newborn child who was attached to the body of a mother who had already died.

I hugged the body tightly until it froze.

"..." Dawn was setting, morning passed, noon passed.

The world passed a day, and I spent 293 deaths.

"Ahaha, your sword ..." Chunma slowly opened her lips.

“Actually, it is changeable.”

The way the angel looked at me also changed.

“Everyone has different tendencies.

The life of the person who unfolds it is buried in the martial arts.

It's an irreversible habit.

This is especially the case with Macheon Shingong, ah, you… Varies.

How abundant they are.”

"Ah.

I often hear that I have a variety of styles.”

"......." "sorry.

Was that bullshit?”

"no.

It was bullshit.”

“You’re talking a bit harsh.”

“To be honest, it was bullshit.”

is it.

Is it bullshit? If it's bullshit, I can't help it.

“It is difficult for a human to know all suffering.

Even if you know, going through all the pain to the limit… very hard But if you are watching the demonic gods unfold, you must...

… .

… Well?" The devil furrowed his eyebrows.

turned his head “… Who is coming?”

Someone was approaching where his gaze was directed.

It was still broad daylight, so there was no way he was a zombie, and since it was a world that had already been destroyed, there was no way he was an uninvited guest.

It was the lord of the Moorim and the viper.

A poisonous snake was walking through the snow carrying Moorim Mangju.

"Hmm." The angel licked the tip of his nose.

“What’s going on here, old man? Besides, what's with that pathetic little bastard? under.

Did you finally admit to yourself that you are an old-fashioned grandfather?”

"noisy." Moorim Maengju said while on the back of a viper.

“I came here because I was worried about the four years.

Ugh!”

"worry? Are you worried? A passing river will make a big deal out of it.

I'm in a position to be worried about the main story because I'm weaker than I am..." "Madou.

Haven't you received the rite of graduating yet?" "......." "Oh.

It's cool, it's hot! I thought it was me.”

The devil shut his mouth tightly.

I grinned in my mind.

'What is a grade lever?' - It is a ritual performed when forming a relationship between a teacher and a disciple in a river.

the mastermind said.

- The etiquette is slightly different for each clan.

There are places where they bow 9 times straight away, and there are places where they bow down 3 times...

.

I don't know what to do with magic.

It's a secret and sacred ritual.

'How was it in your clan?' -Well, if you survive being hit in the head 9 times by your teacher, that's a gradient rule.

I survived until the age of 63, which is the longest record in clan history.

dope? I realized why the mastermind was crazy.

Crazy people are extraordinary from the start.

“… … It's noisy.

The main seat decides who and when to accept him as a disciple.”

The angel said bluntly.

“It’s not your thing to interfere.”

“It’s nonsense.

I must intervene!”

Moorim Maengju got down from the back of the toad and the viper.

The old man stared fiercely at the angel.

“Because the reason you don’t have disciples is because you’re at least sorry for me!”

“Huh? what do you say...

… “We are the only two strong Hoin left.

Coincidentally, you are the one and only demon, and I am the one and only white sword.

If you take in the disciples by yourself, only the former person of magic is left in Kangho.

What is the conclusion? It is no different than winning the battle of majesty without fighting!”

"......." "You and I made an agreement to make a decision together.

We made an oath.

It's awkward to break the oath, so I'm sorry that I can't accept that young Ahae as a disciple!" Ummm, '...that's right.

There must be a reason for that.' It's the same situation, but the fact that he alone receives a disciple and carries on the teaching.

When you see the feelings of Heavenly Demon, you can feel enough sorry for the master of Moorim.

It's just, "Twitttttttt, Yiying, your loyalty is unnecessarily strong!" "......." "I knew you were like this, so I hit the player first." Moorim Maengju tapped the viper on the shoulder.

The viper smiled bitterly and scratched his cheek.

"What.

That’s how it happened.”

The angel's eyes widened.

“No, old man… I hope you understand that ahae...

.”

"okay ! From today onwards, I made him a disciple!”

“Is it okay for you to do this to my boss!?”

The angel ran Boo bang bang! Two masters were wallowing in the snow and having a dog fight.

“With some kind of heart, I didn’t receive the rite of gradation all day today! That, the sincere heart of the main seat is nothing like this old thing...!" "It's noisy! If Ki-yeon comes to visit, take it with a grateful heart! It's not something people should do to take it out for nothing!" “What about the Grand Magic War?”

“Does it have to be a battle between the two of us? If our disciples fight, it is also a battle of magic!”

“The main seat cannot be recognized unless you are the opponent!”

“I’m afraid that someone isn’t Madou, so I’m going with extreme insight!”

“What how!”

The woman grabbed the old man by the neck, and the old man was also attracted to him, so he grabbed the woman’s head and opened his eyes, saying, “Madou, this Madu! Your guy always does.

This or that, or that or that.

What kind of world would be torn apart!”

“The world you see may be the Great Sea, but the scenery I see is icy! “Then melt it!”

“To melt it, there is a fire called magic! A magic is a thing with firewood!”

“Then make another firewood!”

“This guy on the Buwolseon…! He’s holding the horse’s tail for fear that he’s not a prince of the White Islands…!”

There was such an argument between the old man and the woman.

Every time the two of them stumbled back and forth, two different worlds collided with each other.

The world was able to establish itself in such an infinitely lowly dog fight.

Having let the two worlds fight, I I looked at the snake and said, “It’s kind of surprising.”

“What do you mean?”

Wow, that a 'real' like yours has someone as a teacher, and I couldn't really say the same thing right away.

I turned around a bit and said, "Isn't the Doksa-nim the Master of Cheonmu.

May I ask you to become a new teacher?" "Sister.

If you have a sword dance, it's a sword dance.

If you have a teacher to learn from, you ask for learning.

The viper smiled.

A manly smile was set on his thick, lined face.

"Why." “I am telling you clearly.

I was forced to take it, or I embraced it out of sympathy.

You would regret it if you had to have that Master Moorim Master as your mentor with such an absurd determination.”

The two worlds are still fighting aloud.

It is different from the viper who was pushed by the disciples to jump into the Cheonma sillok for pride.

It is an insult to those two worlds.

can't forgive “… … I can't even guess what you're talking about." The viper scratched his cheek and raised his one eye once.

“Sister-in-law, what is the Four Kings sitting around so much? If you have something to check, check it with a knife.”

But, the viper raised his sword and said, “It won’t be easy.”

There must be an easy way to check.

It will become clear if you open the viper's psychology window.

But instead, I said quietly.

“Vocerus.”

"OK." “Have you ever been hungry?”

The viper blinked one eye.

"What?" At that moment, I ran.77.