SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

3.

When I first tried to learn the sword,

What?

Thousands were disappointed.

You have only three days to starve for the longest time in your life?

I didn't recognize my efforts. I gave up. I resigned. I just watched as I wielded my sword for a moment. Thousand horses easily turned their backs and left.

This story doesn't work.

How can we enlighten the Celestial Patriarch without even knowing it?

Thousands tested me only to give up on themselves.

There's nothing left to look forward to in this world. because there should be none.

became.

It is the fault of the script.

That's when it learned hunger.

However, from the time she learned ‘thirsty’, her attitude had changed.

4.

“Your sword is too simple. ”

Thousands watched as I fought back against Ganesh.

I could feel the way my eyes began to change. Sometimes I swung my sword clumsily, but the thousand horses did not turn their backs on my eyebrows. I gave her some advice.

“You cannot find the Dragon in your sword. There is nothing to apply. He's friendly, he's upright, but he's just as vulnerable. ”

I have begun to give hope to man.

“Your sword seems to be for the world, not against humans. It is not the sword of the main church, but rather the sword of the sect. It's an elaborate thing.”

At first, I was also killed by a flying zombie.

But over time, I was able to deal with an unstoppable zombie. Of course it was. He was killed by the gangsters who brought him in every night.

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

“I'll give you a concise heart. ”

As my sword became somewhat strong, Heaven finally began to teach.

“The verdict? What is it? ”

“… a secret or a secret. It's not easy to talk to an outsider. ”

A thousand horses swept through my voice.

“Think about when you opened the sword. What were you thinking when you wielded the sword? ”

“I was thinking about hunger. ”

“Of course I did. But it's not the only thing. You don't know it yourself, but you know the nature of the horseman without knowing it yourself. ”

The essence of horticulture.

“I'll tell you that from now on. ”

We sat face to face in the snow.

“Now, imagine an apple in your head. ”

“Apologize.... You mean eating apples? ”

“Eating apple. ”

I imagined an apple like I was told.

“Remind me?”

“Yes."

“How about an apology?

“Yes?”

Thousands of questions arose. How does an apology feel? I don't really have an apple in my hand. How can I feel it?

I was puzzled. I looked at my face like that.

“Don't you see?”

“You can imagine it if you insist.... ”

“It's all right. Tell me if you don't know." ”

“Oh, yes. I have no idea.”

“Hmmm. Hmmm. ”

A thousand horses smiled. The woman was having fun.

“You're honest. Good! Now think about hunger. ”

"......."

I remembered.

You think of a pickaxe that the farmer swings on dry ground without a hitch. I remembered the gesture of hitting my son. The children dug up the soft soil by the river and made soil out of the soil that spread.

“Remind me?”

Thousands whispered.

“Yes, I did. ”

“How does hunger feel? ”

Crunching of teeth eating mud cookies. Taste. Crude texture.

“…… is fuzzy. ”

“What is the smell of hunger? ”

“Smells of dirt. ”

“Oh, what kind of dirt? There are many kinds of soil. There is a separate soil for farming and a separate soil for pottery. There is black soil and red soil. I'm curious about the throne. What is the dirt of hunger? ”

“Mud.”

I closed my eyes and said,

“You may not spread any mud on your own. Mud with little gravel and no sand. ”

“I see. I see. How does hunger taste? ”

"......."

“Aha.”

His voice softened.

"The headline asks what hunger tastes like. Why don't you answer me straight away? ”

"… because I'm sad. ”

I told you.

"Children dry their clay cakes in the sun. While drying up in the sun, there's nothing to do, so the kids are hanging around the mud chips. Just waiting for the mud to dry.... ”

“They're waiting for the sun. ”

“... Yes. ”

“Hunger is a child waiting for the sun. ”

I did. I did.

“Aha. That's your poem. ”

The voice of Thousand Horses descends like plain snow.

“When the script asked you for a touch of apology, you said you didn't know. When I asked him about hunger, what did he think? You touched the mud. I smelled mud. I chewed through it! You have seen the river flowing, so even the sound of the river running. ”

Some old man's last voyage. Ferry. Night sky.

A loner who did not want to cause a problem in the world, but eventually became a problem.

“Apples come in shape, but not in hunger. Apples taste good, but hunger is tasteless. And yet you speak well of hunger! Hunger for you is mud, sunshine, river water, children. ”

“Aha! That's your gift. ”

CheonMa said.

“Now open your eyes. ”

I saw.

The thousand horses moved their hands in a seated position.

“It's simple because you don't know the feeling of apology. Because it didn't stimulate your memory. ”

My memories.

“If you've ever eaten an apple, you'd know. ”

A thousand horses smiled and moved their hands.

I could recognize it soon.

Thousand horses were cutting apples in half.

“Apples have soft skins. It's semi-reflecting, but it's a little bit stubborn. The main course usually enjoys eating apples with the best shells, but it will be different if there is a child with a cold. Cut it in half... ”

I really felt like she had an apple in her hand.

“Eating with a spoon. I feed the sick child a mouthful, mouthful, and a spoon-gnawed apple. ”

"......."

“Have you ever eaten an apple that was ripped up as a child? ”

There is.

I remember a teacher at the orphanage doing that. I got a cold and fed me a spoon-gnawed apple.

“What about the texture of the ripped apple? ”

“…… It's so frustrating. ”

“Yes! Bondi's crispy apple gets chewed up by a spoon once. But that's it? But did it get so bad? ”

“The yellow juice fills my mouth. ”

“Yes! Is that all?" Scratching even the peel makes the apple peel crumple. The hand of the mother who excavated the apple also turns cheerful into juice spilled from the apple. But then, then, you know, you have to. Which one of them could be an apology to you? ”

"......."

I was lost in thought.

He asked me thoughtlessly.

“An apple? Is that an apple in half? Is it the juice of a piece of shredded fruit? Shell or mother's hand? What is your apology? ”

What is my apology?

“The whole point was to spread an apple to a child and then see a mother who only ate shells. ”

"......."

“To this point, an apple is a mother's shell. He has a cold. It is the heart of a mother who has been ground one spoon at a time. ”

For some reason, my mind became cozy.

even in the middle of the snow.

Maybe it was because he smiled.

“--- And I also think of children whose mothers never excavated apples when they were young. ”

However, Thousand Horses' smile did not last long.

“I think of a mother who can't buy an apple. Reminds me of a mother I didn't buy even though I could live. I think of a child who lies prone on his horns but has no one to take care of him. Reminds me of a child who died without a caregiver. ”

nourish Qi.

The black eyes of the thousand horses were delighted.

“There is nothing in this world that the human mind does not possess, and therefore, there is no place that the human mind does not smirk! ”

My body was numb.

“There was no form of hunger. Didn't taste good. Didn't smell good. Gal! Hunger is mud, river water, and child. Even an apple. Aha! You should be thirsty as if you were mud! ”

"......."

“Feel the thirst! Feel it. Taste it. Smell it. Eat it. Hands in. A horseman is a memory! Memory is sensuality, this is the heart of the school! The feeling of eating through the mud, the feeling in your hands, is your hunger, your astrologer! ”

The back neck was cool.

Cool electricity ran through my body.

“Mincho is the only one who has been wronged. I can't talk, I can't puke. The unevomited notion continues to accumulate in my mind, and eventually, I am ensnared by a grudge. But our martyrs are different! ”

Thousand Horses saw me.

“We swing our swords! ”

I grabbed the knife sack without knowing it.

“Just as the parasite sings and the prey recites poetry, we swing our swords. What's the difference between a greenery and a Maine? They're swayed by swords. But we swing our swords! That's it, that's all. ”

Training has begun.

“What can we call life that just lives on? It is death! How can I call a sword that wields everything I wield? It was an animal. Did he want to die? You wanted to be an animal. ”

“No!”

I bite my molar tightly.

“I am a living human being! ”

“Then thirst. Thirsty as if you were starving!"

112 Asa gathered one character.

Among them, there was a child who ate a mud cookie.

I bite the dirt pellets that are in my mouth.

Therefore,

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The most formal.

The Asayugum employee.

“You have found the mud of hunger. Now you must find something to thirst for. Hunger for you was a child waiting for the sun. What is thirst to you? ”

48 seagulls were collected.

Among them, there was an old man who drank seawater and drank constantly.

I salvaged the Department of Five Meats with salt water.

Therefore,

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Implant the package.

The bayonet gum isn't ready yet.

“For you, hunger is mud and thirst is the sea. However, only thirst comes from the pain of the sea. There is also pain of drowning in the sea. There is pain of drowning in the river. What was water to you, Aya? ”

Thirty-seven people were drowned.

Among them, there was a father who breathed his last breath into his child.

I swallowed and breathed with the caterpillar.

Therefore,

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

The third formula.

Drowned bayonet gum.

“Hunger is dirt. Dry is the wave.Your breath is your father's last! The land, the sea and the air are already yours. What is winter for you? ”

Ninety-six verbs were collected.

Among them, there was a newborn who had been attached to the body of a dead mother to the end.

I hugged the corpse until it froze.

Therefore,

Archeon Necromancer Museum.

Equal to Death.

Verb glue gum 20941; <UNK>

"......."

The dawn is late. The morning is past. It was after noon.

The world spent a day.

I sent 293 deaths.

“Aha. Your black..."

He opened his lips slowly.

“Actually, you're changing a lot. ”

The way the thousand horses looked at me also changed.

“People tend to be different. A man's life unfolds in the sky. It's an irredeemable habit. The Shaman is much more like that, but you... are varied. So abundant.”

“Oh, I hear a lot of cool things about me. ”

"......."

“I'm sorry, was that nonsense? ”

“No, that was bullshit. ”

“That's a little harsh. ”

“That was bullshit, to be honest. ”

Yeah, that's bullshit.

I can't help it if it's bullshit.

“It is hard for man to know all the pain. Even if I did know, I have to endure all the pain to the extreme... It's very difficult. But if you're watching the Shaman unfold... … Hmm?”

Thousands frowned. I turned my head.

“... someone's coming. ”

Someone was approaching from where the gaze was headed. It can't be a zombie yet, and it can't be an uninvited guest because the world is already doomed. The beast and the viper walk through the snow carrying the beast.

"Hmm."

The horse twitches its nose.

“What's going on here? And what's that pathetic tail? Ha. You finally admit you're an old man? ”

“Shut up.”

"Behind the back of a serpent," said the Muslim monk.

"I'm here because I'm worried about you. Eww!”

"Worried? Worried? That's one hell of a sight for sore eyes. I am not in a position to worry about a subject that is weaker than me......."

"Maduya, you haven't received your Old Testament yet? ”

"......."

“Ugh. Sparkling, sparkling! I knew this would happen. ”

The thousand horses closed their mouths.

I leaned in my mind.

What's a shotgun? ’

- It's a courtesy to build a relationship between a teacher and a student in Gangho.

The messenger said:

- Different doors have slightly different manners. There are places where we raise verse 9 straight away, and there are places where we worship 3 times... I don't know what to do at the bridge. It's a secret and sacred ritual.

How did it go at your door? ’

- Well, if a teacher hits you in the head nine times and you survive, that's an old-fashioned case. I survived to the '63s, and it's the longest record in the history of doorways. Pretty cool, huh?

I realized why the messenger was crazy.

The madman is extraordinary from the gate.

“... It's noisy. It is written about who will be accepted as a disciple when. ”

Thousand words blurted out.

“It's not for you to interfere. ”

“Nonsense. It is my duty to intervene! ”

The Muslim monk blamed it on him, and he stepped off the snake's back. The old man stares at the thousand horses horribly.

“Because the only reason you don't send disciples is because you're sorry to me! ”

“Huh? What are you saying..."

“We are the only ones left. Technically, you are the only Maine, and I am the only White. If you take a disciple alone, only an ex-Magic remains in Gangho. What's the conclusion? Winning a Horse War without a fight! ”

"......."

"You and I made a pact to settle. I swore I'd break my oath, and I'm sorry I didn't receive that young hurt as a disciple! ”

Mmm-hmm.

'... I see. There's a reason for that. ’

I'm in the same position, and I'm the only one who gets disciples to help me get back on my feet.

When I see the feeling of Heavenly Horse, I feel sorry for the Muslim monks enough.

Only

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! ”

"......."

“I hit you first because I knew you would do this. ”

The beast tapped the serpent's shoulder.

The serpent scratches his cheek with a bitter smile.

“Well, there it is. ”

The thousand eyes twisted.

“No, Snowflake... You can't be that mean... ”

“Yes! I've become a disciple from today! ”

“Can you do this to the script!? ”

A thousand horses rushed in, boom boom! Two masters fought in the snow.

“It's in my heart that I haven't had a salutation all day! That's why, with the sincere heart of the throne, this lot is nothing...!"

“Shut up! If Acting comes, accept it with gratitude from the Emperor! It's not a human thing to ignore me for no reason! ”

“What about the Jell-O War? ”

“It's only a horse and horse battle between us! If our disciples fight, it will be a horse-drawn war! ”

“The throne cannot be acknowledged without you! ”

“With extreme insight, I'm afraid it's not Madu! ”

“What the hell! ”

The woman grabbed the old woman by the neck.

The old man grabbed her head and opened his eyes.

“Maduya, Maduya! You always do. This or that, or that or that. Idiot! What kind of world can split open if it's thin? ”

“The world you see may be a great ocean, but the landscape I see is ice sheets! Of course it splits! ”

“Then melt it! ”

“There is a fire called Mado to melt it! There's a firewood called Mine! ”

“Then give me another firewood! ”

“You punk...! I don't think he's the Great Sage of the White Clan, but his tail is hanging loose...! ”

There was an argument between the old man and the old woman. Every time they tumbled down, two different worlds clammed together. The world was able to be positioned in a dog fight that felt so humble.

I let the two worlds fight, and I looked at the viper.

“I'm a little surprised. ”

“What do you mean? ”

I couldn't say the same thing without your "real" taking someone as a teacher.

I turned around a little.

“You're the serpent, aren't you? Can I have a new teacher at the door? ”

“Shit. If you can dance with a knife, you can dance with a knife, and if you have a teacher to learn with, you can ask for learning. I'm not at liberty to sit on one of those things. ”

The serpent grins. There was a man with a big smile on his face.

Mmm-hmm.

“Serpent.”

“Why."

“Let me be clear. I mean, maybe he got pushed away, or maybe he got carried away by compassion. If that mediocrity makes you a teacher, you'll regret it. ”

The two worlds are still fighting aloud.

It is different from the fact that the serpent was pushed to the disciples for his pride and jumped into the book of drinks.

That is an insult to both worlds.

I can't forgive you.

“…… I have no idea what you're talking about. ”

The serpent scratches his cheek and raises his eyes one by one.

“Shit, what the fuck is the Four Kings doing sitting around like that? If you have something to check, check it with a knife. ”

But the serpent raised his sword.

“It won't be easy. ”

There had to be an easy way to find out. If you open the Serpent's Psychology, it will become clear.

But instead, I said quietly.

“Serpent.”

“Come.”

“Have you ever starved? ”

The viper blinks.

“What?"

At that moment, I ran out.