SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

sword dance.

(2) ================ winter.

“It is snowing.”

Master's feet were light.

“It has already been two days since the rain started.”

Gently, lightly, as if sliding on the ice, Master stepped on the snowy field.

A world covered in white.

The hem of Master's black robe flowed like a brush stroke on white paper.

- How long can you run away? There was also a brush stroke that followed it.

It was stronger, stronger, and more radical than Master's brush strokes.

It was a brushstroke filled with ink and pressed down.

-If it's light engineering, I won't lose either.

With heavy strides, the mastermind smashed the ice, pushed his eyes away like a bulldozer, and rushed in.

“I am confident that this throne will run away forever.”

-It will come to an end though.

“Don’t you know? This world has become an endless snowfield.

Even if there is nowhere to go, there are infinite places to escape.”

- I won't let you go.

Bae Huo-ryeong blamed the snow and ran with a spur.

-If you're really in your prime, then you could run away forever.

But this is a sham that is happening now.

Even if it's the time left in your life, there's not even a minute left.

The hourglass is falling.

Are you still going to run away? "Aha.

It’s a shame.”

- The truth is a shameful law.

The mastermind swings the sword.

“Yeah, don’t admit it.”

Master turns his head to avoid it lightly.

“The life of this seat is short-lived.

I can't keep running away." - One day we'll have to see the match.

“There is no reason why that day should not be now.”

- I can only speak.

"then." Master holds the hilt.

“I will show you the full power of this seat.”

Demon Heavenly Gods.

The first formula 第一 formula.

Asayu Sword “---By the way, hunger is the gesture of a parent who swaps their own child and the child next door and eats them.”

The sword cuts through the winter wind and screams.

“Did you hear the story of an adult who cut the body of a child next door with jerky and buried it in the snow? Have you heard the rumors of that town? Have you ever heard of a village where young human flesh gets caught at the tip of a shovel when you dig the village's snow with a shovel in winter?" - I'm sorry.

Chaang, the master's blade is blocked by the master's sword.

- You must have heard of a famine.

"Yes.

A famine is like a plague that returns at any time.”

- But it's a coincidence.

Hueryeong is swung by the winter wind and swings his sword.

-A good year happens by chance, and a bad year happens by chance.

There is nothing that is not a coincidence in all things.

I am the head of the church.

If you mourn over accidental tragedies, in the same way, you should laugh and be happy with accidental joys.

"......." - The depth of a person's sorrow is clearly equal to the height at which that person's happiness walks.

Chiing, two knives crossed.

Red plums fall.

-So.

I sing of a happy autumn harvest.

Snow falls like fallen leaves.

There were days when I saw the horizon while walking down the street.

It was a day when the golden sea of hell stretched out to the horizon.

Among the rice fields as tall as their height, little children were playing hide-and-seek.

The sound of laughter was heard through the cracks, then hidden and then heard.

autumn.

The Wind Blows.

The mountains and fields are dyed red with autumn leaves, and the horizons are dyed yellow with hell.

-Did you talk about the human flesh of a child buried in the snow? I'm not talking about the laughter of a child playing hide and seek under the abyss.

In a world where countless red autumn leaves fall.

The mastermind swings the sword.

- Either way, it's a coincidence on a random day.

If there's one thing I should put into my sword, it's the laughter of hell, and if there's one last sight that I have to remember when I die someday, it's the scene where children played hide and seek.

It's a tough choice.

“Really,”

Master cuts a maple leaf.

“What a blessing it is!”

Demon Heavenly Gods.

J-sik 第二 formula.

Galsabi sword “Did you both say it was a coincidence? I guess so.

But happiness doesn't kill people.

The pain of hunger, the pain of thirst kills people! When you die, it's the end of eternity.

It will end.”

the sun is shining “Don’t sing about the people who died because they couldn’t drink a sip of water!”

summer.

A fever is taking over the world.

The mountains and streams are dry.

weeds turn yellow Fruits shrivel, beetles move sluggish, and there are hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of dead fish corpses on the riverside.

flutter.

There is no water in the round eyeballs of fish.

-Ah.

Master's knife becomes sticky.

Even if the spirit behind the scenes resists, Master does not back down.

Rather, it clings to super close combat.

The distance is so close that you can feel each other's breath.

Chaang! window! The sword and the sword quickly mix, making my eyes dizzy.

-If you wrap your neck in the summer, it's damn cool.

Bae Huo-ryeong countered with Master's quick sword.

- You are teaching Confucius the wrong way.

“… what?" -sorry.

That was a bit harsh.

Rather than teaching wrong, you are teaching too early.

The sword of the mastermind continued like flowing water.

- I like to sing about the pain of the world.

It's good to turn your eyes to other people's pain.

But I can't keep doing this forever.

“Why?”

- I'm just tired.

Chaang! The red rhododendron petals are bitter.

- Confucius, this bastard has yet to taste the joys of the world.

Over time, the odds change.

- You should taste the seafood.

You have to taste it, you can grieve more for those who won't eat this in their lifetime.

I have to wrap my neck in the summer.

You have to wind it up, so that you can cry for those who wither from lack of water.

The human heart is the wick of a candle.

As long as it burns, one day it will all burn.

- Did you know? teacher This guy has never loved anyone.

Isn't that funny! I've never been in a relationship! The sword strikes pouring down like a waterfall.

-By the way, you are already acting as if you were carrying all the pain and sorrow in the world.

behavior! under.

Don't even dream Your denomination's teaching is too early! pouring down like rain -I'm going to teach him how to be happy.

rain is pouring - I will teach you how to smile without a single point of hypocrisy.

I'll teach you how to drape your shoulders.

Being with someone makes me happy, so it should be unavoidable.

Only then can you be endlessly sad! "you… .”

rain falls on the dry land The river gets wet with rainwater.

The body of the fish is washed away by the river.

Morning glory opens its purple tongue, drinking raindrops.

The sound of frogs crowing.

“Are you planning to serve as a teacher to the main disciple?”

Demon Heavenly Gods.

The third formula 第三 formula.

The drowning sword.

-okay! "dare!" like a rain that doesn't stop.

The sword strikes and strikes again.

“Where do you covet the only enemy disciple of this throne!”

midsummer.

The rainy season overflows.

Thousands of red roses flow in the river.

- You're kidding! Originally, I planned to take the place of her teacher! The reservoir collapses, flooding the village.

The water rises to the foot of the mountain.

Above the rising water, Master and the spirit behind them are parked.

visitation.

with a splash! Waves form on the surface of the water where the footsteps of two people touched.

-I'm the one who taught him how to pluck orc seedlings! I was the one who taught me how to operate the Auror! After all, he raised a young bastard who had no talent in martial arts and brought him up to a useful level! Where did the leader of the xie jiao intervene? “What, socialism?!”

-OK! Then, what is a cult or a cult? The two slide over the water.

chased Waves come and go as we walk.

chase The petals of a rose are gently trampled on to the tip of the foot.

The shadows of the two fall over the waves and petals.

- Swinging a sword is fun! On a rainy day, the smell of water.

The scent of flowers is thick -Macheon God Gong, tell Confucius! A sword that wields pain, pain, and pain! what is that! You're too mage! Even singing the joy of smelling the flowers and the joy of bathing in the summer rain is not enough! “The Confucius! The disciple of this seat! Ahaeda was born to become the next head of the school!”

-If you think that way, you're a cultist! Heretic teacher! Hundreds of millions of roses.

The overflowing river is nowhere to be seen.

can't see sleep Roses and petals covered the surface of the water.

The world is red with flower fields.

"██████, ████.

██████." -■■■, ■■, ■■■■.

■■■! spring.

flowers flow Red peony flowers, blurred and flying in the sky.

“——Don’t cut out your cervical vertebrae with Nanbun Nangyeok, the sixth herbivore of Mokdan Nangum.”

Chaang! Two petals, cut off by the blade.

I dodge two steps with the 中M步), and I see, “…I will blow you away with the seventh herbivorous sword of the Demon Goddess, the Long Sword.”

-Fight with Chuyanakwolgyeok (秋夜落月擊), the fourth herbivore of Haehwamangyeok (海花滿擊).

You can see the swords of two people.

You can see the peonies that the two have stepped on.

You can see the peony flowers.

It is a bursting red peony.

"......." You can only know when you see it.

Master.

The lord of the magic school, Cheonma, is losing.

Do not resist with death.”

Under the overcast peony sky, Master bleeds.

bloody The difference in skill between Master and Hui-ryeong is obvious.

No matter how much you run away for a long battle, it is impossible to stop pursuing the spirit behind you.

In return for trying the impossible, Master bleeds red blood from his arms, legs and shoulders.

-Well.

The mastermind takes a stance.

- Slash it with the first herbivorous sword of the falling falling flower sword (月夜來劍).

Master's breathing becomes a little thin.

the void runs out It would be overkill to aim for Dongguijin using Jingi.

"The main seat is......" Master's lips open.

“Originally, I couldn’t complete the final sword path of the Demon Goddess.

The reason is one.

Death, which has been ingrained in the heart from childhood, is a verb.

Abandoned by their mother and left alone in the snowy field to freeze to death.

That was the conclusion that the main seat considered death.”

Master raises his sword high.

“However.”

The tip of the sword points to the middle of the sky like the hour hand at noon.

“Ironically, after the world has been destroyed, it is possible to complete the ninth sword of the Demon Goddess.”

"......."天上天下, 推我獨尊.

“Even if I look up at the sky or walk under the sky, there is only me.

hope hope it's agabara Because the world is winter, one candle burns.

My singing alone is the song of heaven, and my death is the death of heaven and earth.

White, white, white again.”

The sword cuts through the sky.

“My macheon hangs his head in the snow and makes his will.”

"Macheon Godgong 魔天神功.

The ceremonial ritual 第九功.

Solitary ancient sword 獨存孤劍." ------." Winter cuts spring.

The red sky of petals is split.

Cracked crevices.

White winter is there.

The petals become snow, the hundreds of millions of peonies become hundreds of millions of snowdrops, and freeze the world.

The lonely sword.

The blow that sings the lonely death of the heavenly demon.

The torrent and the mastermind look up silently.

-Death of loneliness.Is that the method of death chosen by the magistrate's headmaster?Yes.I admit it.It's a blow that suits him best as the last uninhabited man in a ruined world.

There's a lonely smile on your face -But I know better than you about loneliness.

The mastermind holds the hilt.

-How long have you survived in a world left alone? Three years or two years? Because there has always been a human called Master Moorim by your side.

When Master Moorim dies, you lose your mind and lose consciousness.

The tip of the sword moves.

- I'm sorry.

And.

- I endured 130 years alone.

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, summer, autumn and winter, plum and peony and rose and sagebrush, sagebrush and plum and peony and rose, petals, petals, petals, petals, red, red, red, red, winter , winter again, winter, breath, .

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---Shit!!" I couldn't see it.

I couldn't hear it.

I just couldn't quite comprehend the blow.

However, there is something a little more important now than understanding the sword: “Master, sir.”

“……”

“Master, are you all right… ? Body, are you okay?”

Master was silently looking up at the winter sky.

The eyes were out of focus.

pounding.

My heart raced.

I traced Master's hand.

I fumbled several times and touched Master's pulse.

running live.

is still alive “Master.”

"......." Master opened his lips slowly.

"like that." That's right, said Master.

“It was.”

That's it, Master said, looking into my eyes.

“My disciple.”

magenta eyes.

“My disciple.

From the beginning, you only had the intention of helping the main seat.”

“I heard that he came here from Sae-eui, longing for the reputation of the main branch… .

It's a lie.

it's a blatant lie Why didn't you know right away? My disciple will not be the Ahae who will cross over the world, enthralled by fame...

… "Voice.

Master's voice got smaller and smaller.

"Thank you." “……”

“My disciple.

Were you happy to meet you?”

I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Can this seat be remembered by you as a flower of one leaf?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I want to know what kind of flower it is.”

“With peonies… … "I hugged Master's body.

"I will remember it as a red peony.

Master." "Aha." Master smiled.

"You're pretty." Master stroked my cheek.

"You're pretty..." And.

Master beckoned to the sky with the other hand.

It was a slender and light gesture, like a newborn baby bird flapping its wings.

“My disciple… … "Without a sound.

Without a sound, the snow mountain was cut.

The snow mountain, which was split into two pieces, was there as it had been before.

Master breathed a white breath.

It must have been a white dream.

“Master… … "I buried my face in Master's shoulder.

At the sound of stopped breathing.

In time.

To a person who was born with the scent of snow.

"Winter is cut off.

Master...

Winter is cut off." That day, the winter of a world was cut.85.