SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

the scent of the eyes.

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… … Hope, hope, agabara… … … … The heart is a candle, so burn this place...

… A prayer handed down from long ago.

Just as the monks chanted Amitabha, the people of magic recite Baraya.

… … Hope, hope, agabara… … … … The heart is a candle, so burn this place...

… No one knew what 'baraya' meant.

I didn't even know about Sobaekhyang.

Even the old man who brought Sobaekhyang to magic didn't know.

I cried without knowing.

For Sobaekhyang, Baraya was the song of the grassroots.

It was a scream.

Screams have no original meaning.

So, wouldn't it be natural for Mincho's song to have no meaning? that you can memorize without knowing.

That people scream, you don't need to know a lot.

That is why people need to learn etiquette to be polite, and to learn righteousness to do justice, but the only exception is screaming, so even a grassroots who has not learned anything and has not learned anything can only make a scream.

......

I hope...

… ...I hope...

… ...Agabara...

Scream was the essence of all nations.

The world So Baek-hyang looked at was screaming.

- I have nothing more to teach you.

said the old man.

- Go out.

-Where are you going? Sobaekhyang asked.

soft voice.

By now, she had grown up.

11-year-old Ahae was not here.

Muk-colored hair, dark-colored eyes, and a dark-colored robe.

The woman was black as a well in the night.

She wanted to become a hell.

In order to become people's hell, the woman deepened that much.

-Where do you want to go? - To the place where the hungry are.

Sobaekhyang answered.

-Where there are thirsty, where there are the choked, where there is the cold, where there is the drug addict, where there is the sick, where there are those who are buried in the government, where there is a fire where there are those who are burned to death.

Sobaekhyang looked into the air.

- That's where I want to go.

-.......

far far away.

A prayer was heard outside the main hall.

The demons were praying and praying.

their voices.

their tremors.

Hope, hope, agabara… … .

They vibrated and passed along the wooden floor.

-Honestly, Baekhyang-ah.

The old man opened his mouth.

-This world is the place you will go to.

Sobaek incense.

21 years old.

Appeared in Moorim.

In that winter, 31 uninhabited men of the stronghold, 47 government officials, and 55 local nobles lost their heads.

2.

“The etiquette of this school is special.”

Cheonma quietly bit people.

He congratulated Moorim Mengju and the Viper.

She went somewhere alone with me.

“Do you know how to make a rite of passage?”

"no.

I do not know." “At our school, students bow nine times when they meet their teachers.”

We headed to the cave.

A cave with hot springs.

It was a familiar place like home to me, but the place where Chunma took me was unfamiliar.

A place we've never been allowed to go to.

Chunma walked to the deepest part of the cave.

"Hmm." The angel waved his hand.

The comfortable sleeves fluttered once, and candles were lit everywhere in the darkness.

Countless candles lit up the cave's stalagmites and stalactites.

"However, it is not the end of bowing down.

Whether or not to accept the nine bows is entirely up to the master.

The master can ask the disciple to bow down any number of times until his heart is satisfied." Cheonma smiled brightly, “It depends on the heart of the main seat.”

“Um… is there any standard?”

"have." At the end of the passage: "Inherently, the heart is more important than the outward appearance.

Ahaha.

The reason for choosing the time and place in etiquette is simply because people's hearts are cunning and light." There was a huge library there.

Every time the devil took one step, the candles were lit on both sides of the step.

As the candles were lit one by one, the true nature of the library was revealed.

The high ceiling of the cave.

Books reaching up to the ceiling And bamboo sticks were piled up on each side.

“It is not easy to grasp the lightness of the heart.”

The angel walked, a candle lit her ankle, "Therefore, man chooses a holy time and a holy place.

It depends on the time and place.

He leans against heaven and earth to hold his light heart heavy." “Heavenly Majesty.

Is this…?”

“It’s the school’s military secret.”

Cheonma said, "And it is also the secret relic of the old file room and the five generations.

The main office calls this place Cheonmu-gwan (天武館)." The mastermind opened his mouth.

-Damn it.

It's a complete treasure trove! Zombie, I'm looking at all the non-government books! Don't worry about me and do what you have to do.

If possible, take some time until I read it all! Mad about martial arts! The spirit behind them ran out.

-Alas! The festivals of this world's Moorim are all mine now! I'll wipe out all the realizations of enlightenment! Ha ha ha! Chunma was calm whether he knew that a ghost was running rampant in his study." Bonjwa appeared in Moorim when he was 21.

Can you guess what was the first thought he had when he appeared to Moorim?”

"Uh.

I'm going to break all the heads of white thieves from the unlucky faction, what do you mean?" “That was my third thought.”

“Will you prove that the magician is the best…?”

“That was my second thought.”

Chunma squinted her left eye.

"This is a horse.

Ever since I was little, I really hated the word 'Woorim'." "Yes?" “Murim is the name of a river that worships radish.

But how can there be only Mujin in a river? There are boatmen and farmers.

There are merchants and prostitutes.

There are countless trees that make up one forest.

Each tree has a different name.

The grains are different, so the Goo Pilbang and the Oh Dae-seogs called it the Forest of Radish.”

"I didn't like it," Chunma muttered softly, "So the main office decided to take the martial arts from them." “What about stealing radish…?”

“They robbed all the non-government offices that they serve like Shinjukdanji!”

Cheonma smiled wryly.

It was a playful smile.

"Fufu.

The faces that the masters of Kunlun made are still clear.

Even if they twisted and split their branches, I begged them to leave only the book containing the secrets of the Unryu.

What a great man this is.

My willingness to bury the sages in the ground and let only their heads stick out.

And in front of them all, I wrapped up a bunch of military papers and threw them away!”

Wow.

Our teacher is saying, "It has been several decades.

Now, this place is Kunlun and a shaman.

This is the Sacheondangmun Gate.

This is the Zhuge family.

It is the Mosan school.

All the shamans in the world form a forest here, so it deserves to be called a shaman.

…”

Chunma slowly sat down, "I want to receive your bow here." “Are you going to pick it up?”

"Yes." “I don’t care about appearances.

Aya outside the bird.

I will bow down according to your body.”

I did that.

I took off my shoes and put them in some places.

knelt down The moment you put your forehead on the floor.

A heavenly voice rang out.

“Proclaim all nine bows, each with a different heart.”

each heart.

“The first verse contains the heart of hunger.”

“Do you understand?”

is it.

"Yes.

okay." The relationship between the master and the disciple was truly profound.

In magyo, this ceremony was not just to bow nine times.

gradient rule.

It was no different from the Macheon Shingong.

“Whoa… .”

slowly.

I breathed in with a deep breath.

I drew a picture in the very center of my heart.

A farmer wielding a pickaxe.

riverside.

mud.

"Hunger is children waiting for the sun." The angel nodded his head.

He accepted my one-fold.

There was no lie in my hunger, so it was not enough to use it as an etiquette.

“The realm of magic is broadly divided into four.”

To me, who will soon become a disciple, Chunma gave an old teaching.

“The first realm is the mouth.

A mouth is a person who can talk about his pain.

Ma-in, who entered the main school, speaks with a sword, not with words.

Therefore, the state of the mouth refers to those who can speak their pain with a sword.”

I bowed again.

Thirst followed hunger, so I drew sea water in my mind.

“The second realm is extreme magic.

A playboy is someone who can tell the suffering of others.

Therefore, the realm of extreme demons refers to those who are able to deal with the suffering of others with a sword.”

Cheonma also silently accepted my divorce.

I bowed down again, drawing my drowned father in my heart.

“The third realm is talma.”

This time, the devil nodded his head.

He gladly accepted my threefold.

“A Talma is one who can tell the suffering of everyone.

Talma needs to be able to feel the kind of people that they meet while walking down the road, and what they are suffering from.”

I raised four folds.

“There are very few people who have reached this level! Even in the history of our school, Talma can't fill all five fingers.

The main seat is in Talma.”

This time, Cheonma accepted my temple.

“Finally, there is the realm of divine demons.

Shinma is a person who can speak not only of the suffering of all, but of all things.

He said, “It is clear that all kinds of suffering can be described.

But this is unproven! It's just that there's such a thing, so I'm just passing it on.

In fact, no one has reached Shinma." This was when I was about to raise the five bells.

"Stop." “Put it back up.”

"......." The fifth sword of the Demon Lord God is a form of poisoning.

It is the hand gestures of those who are addicted to drugs and dying.

I haven't mastered the fifth sword yet.

He said he would come back.”

He bowed down, saying, “Put it up again.”

He bowed down, saying, “Put it up again.”

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Sweat broke out on his forehead.

Cold sweat was forming on his waist.

Chunma's face remained unchanged.

"Put it up again." No.

336 to encapsulate the mind of a person who has died poisoned.

No.

189 to draw a person who is dead in the heart.

No.

510 verses are needed to draw a person who has died and express them through the body.

I was sweating.

I knelt quietly on my knees and bowed my back.

Chunma smiled.

"There is a child who was born straight and has a bad birth.

There is a child who has a bad birth but is upright by his own will.

Ahaha, you are definitely the latter.

You want to live your life to become even this better." It was a bit of a sad smile.

"How can you come here to live life..." The candle flickered.

As the lights flickered, the shadows flickered.

Shaking, the shadow of the heavenly demon and mine overlapped.

“If the sun means life, then the shade is pain.”

A thin shadow opened its lips.

“The outline of each human being who lives is different, but the pain overlaps and overlaps.

Thus, man is not one by virtue of being alive, but one by virtue of suffering.”

It was the doctrine of the shadows.

“If you are willing to share pain with someone, it will only mean that you will be with that person for the rest of your life.

Therefore, those who are hurt by everyone only want to be with everyone.

ah must.”

A doctrine that has only one mouth left to be passed on to this world.

“Confucius.”

That mouth was talking to me.

“People don't just decide who to hurt, they can also decide who to hurt.

The grasses you seek to save will never be good.

The crowd you saved will never be virtuous.

The one you love will never be perfect.”

The shadow whispered.

The whispers of the shadows embraced the temperature of a candle.

“Nevertheless, if you want to be hurt by everyone.

If you're willing to give them your bare skin.

When they scrape you with their claws, they're just trying to hug you so tight and scratch you, I guess." “Life is pain.

But it is only human suffering.

I hope, I hope it's agabara your heart is unwilling Burn it and see the shadow of another.”

The candle wax slipped.

“The eighth devil is death.”

flowed down “Come on.

Bow down with a burning heart.”

I am.

“But you know that I’m a samurai.”

“Then you will have to give it up.”

“Goodbye.”

I bowed my head.

"......." Kukuk.

Shadow shut his mouth.

336 times for vipers.

189 for the soldier.

510 times in business.

The words 'raise it up again', which had sounded the cave 1035 times all along, were not heard this time.

I thought that just one sauce was enough for me.

“… … It was.”

Traces of candle wax.

A voice echoed in the place where the marks had been made.

“Macheon’s last sword… … not determined It is a formula.

From generation to generation, the headmaster engraves his own death on the last sword.

So, the ninth sword of the Demon Goddess is very different for each person who spreads it.”

A place for your own death.

“Raise the gradient with your death.”

"......." I am.

While committing suicide 4090, I.

My neck hurt.

My throat hurt from being stabbed with a dagger.

My hands trembled.

arm trembled I was afraid that the blade would miss a bit because of the shaking and shaking.

I was afraid that the pain would be prolonged due to the wrong stab.

So I wrapped blue tape around the hilt of the dagger.

The blue tape wrapped around the hilt was also wrapped around my right and left hands.

fixed.

It looked like it wouldn't tremble.

The day to return has reached 4050 days.

But I died 4090.

had to die Because I almost gave up on the way.

He had been running away for a few days.

But there were unforgivable humans.

I couldn't afford to live without forgiving it.

I wrapped the duct tape again.

The slower the death, the cloudier the decision, the slower the decision.

The more I decide, the more days I have to die.

I stopped messing around with thoughts.

Ignoring the hesitation.

I desperately wanted to live, I desperately died.

suicide self.

I drew it as the last picture and bowed down to the angel.

"......" The shadow shook.

that the devil had risen from his seat.

I realized a little later.

When I realized that, the angel was already holding my shoulder.

“Confucius,”

two shadows overlapped in the cave.

“My disciple.”

“… … Yes." “You are my disciple.”

"Yes." "It doesn't matter where you come from.

Wherever you go, wherever you are, you are a disciple of Sobaekhyang, the Cheonma.

We have our doctrine in your heart.

Ideally, the Demon Heaven will continue.”

I opened my mouth, “---Yes, Master.”

My throat hurt.

Those were painful days.

Now I know.79.