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“teacher! I took a handful of salt in my mouth like you told me to, and my gums are no longer sore. haha.”
“You really are a poisonous bastard.”
“Even if the teacher has a bad personality, he doesn’t say empty words. And this is cheap. Thanks to you, I have gained a lot, just one molar! “Shall I give it to you, teacher?”
In the palm of the red-haired girl’s outstretched hand, there was a polished molar. His personality far exceeded my expectations. I vaguely knew that he was a crazy guy from the time I asked him to teach me martial arts to a man my age I met in a place like this.
“I had no idea that we would continue to fight until the day before the finals. “You are crazy too.”
“Why do you keep calling me crazy? “The teacher is the one who is crazy.”
“It’s a compliment. The crazier he is, the stronger he becomes. A representative example… done. “You should be thanking this guy, not me.”
“huh? “What kind of guy?”
It’s clearing!
Dalby was nice. I thought he shared the energy of nature because he liked old men and redheads. But it was my mistake. I gave it to him not because he liked it, but because I thought he needed it. I noticed it because Dalby was always singing, “I’m going to get a dog”, full of dissatisfaction these days. She got pampered unexpectedly. After this is done, I have to get the spirit stone and bring it to you.
“Teacher, what level do you think I am right now?”
Goun followed the ‘Lanistar style training’ for several days without getting tired. As I competed with him and refined my swordsmanship, I became more and more confident. He is definitely related to the Solgar family. I can’t forget the dog eyes. He had only seen it a few times at knight selection ceremonies when he was young, but he had also seen swordsmanship demonstrations by Duke Solgar’s favorite knights. Gowoon was also learning the fierce sword techniques unique to the Solgar family. He was of a different class from the imperial swordsmanship learned by knights from other families.
Also, I felt an obsession with strength that seemed like a strong resentment from him.
After dancing, he always asked about his state like that.
“What do you think I am? Isn’t it strange? Ordinary people would find my very existence strange. “I don’t think as roughly as you do.”
“well. “Wouldn’t the teacher be a genius swordsman boy, close to the master?”
“That genius boy met you by chance and taught you how to use a sword?”
“There are many amazing things in the world. When I was young, I used to steal dog food and now… … .”
Gowoon paused, thought for a moment, and then grinned.
“I’ll tell you later. teacher.”
Goun had quite a talent for swordsmanship, but his head turning speed seemed to be similar to that of Gulshi. I mentioned imperial swordsmanship and Solgar a few times during the fight, but it looks like I’m still hiding it. When he went to polish his sword, the farmer who was training next to him noticed him and approached him.
“It seems like you have become friends with that child, Confucius.”
I answered with a shrug of my shoulders.
“You never know. How can we become friends? “For the past few days, I thought Confucius was going to beat that guy to death.”
Actually, if I hadn’t seen it through Cheonan Tong, I wouldn’t have believed it either.
The guy simply remembered that his level had risen.
He was a guy who didn’t even think it was a big deal that his molars were pulled out.
“I have an amazing sense of humor. Even cheesy guys figure out how to be friendly.”
“Haha, even though you’ve been getting beaten up by Confucius for the past few days, seeing you act so friendly… Oh, no way!”
The farmer gasped in surprise as if he had realized something.
“Maybe that boy, even though he is young, is a pervert who likes to be beaten.”
“You enjoy bullshit.”
“It looks like Confucius has grown up and doesn’t know much, but there are many perverts in the world. Remember his first attitude. He used to be a rude guy who ignored even adults who spoke to him, but now he even greets me first. “Hasn’t it changed like that since Confucius took care of it?”
“It’s not like that. “How could I not know?”
“yes?”
It’s clearing!
“… Anyway, only the finals remain. Remember. “Your greatest weapon is strength trained by decades of sunlight and soil.”
“Yes, I will keep that in mind. And I will definitely tell you everything I have experienced without lies when I come out alive and tell His Majesty Reinberg.”
“What does that mean?”
“yes?”
When I asked him what he meant, the farmer told me the reason why he remained by my side until now. At first, I thought he was just a nice person because he said he was returning a favor, but it turned out that he was a person full of desires.
“I heard that all children of prestigious noble families in the Kunkan Empire take the test. Confucius is called the Pillar of Dawn, so wouldn’t a new blue pillar be erected in the footsteps of His Majesty Reinberg, who will soon retire? This one body, although of serf origin, is of Reinberg… … .”
“You said you wanted to become a knight, right?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Then, after the finals are over and you are free after meeting the leader of this killer den, run straight to Quartz Castle. And if you keep talking about Osondoson with your family, you will receive an invitation someday.”
I’m sorry for him, but I don’t need him in my order.
I hid my true feelings and laughed with him as he smiled brightly.
* * *
Test finals of struggle.
The stage of struggle to become qualified as a bishop of a violent religion was opened.
Unlike the previous game, the three people in the finals form one team, and only two people can win to win. This is because you only need to win one game to become a bishop. The three who pass the finals can ascend to the level of the clan, which even priests are not allowed to enter. There, the three take the blood oath test. And there was always only one person to be bishop.
The first fighter was Narand Jr.
The man who reached the finals as a farmer and was the furthest from violence faced the final test of the struggle. His opponent in the final is Bouterten Priest. The farmer’s body was hardened from years of farming, but compared to Father Bouterten’s massive muscles, it was the difference between a pumpkin and an apple. When Priest Buterten appeared, the crowd stopped cheering. They are looking forward to it. The farmer’s body that will soon be twisted and torn.
It has been less than three months since Buterten became a violent priest. And before he became a priest, he lost his family to the devil. A harmonious family collapsed in an instant. His revered parents were eaten by the devil, and his beloved younger sister was ravaged by the devil.
He was angry. However, he was unable to release his enormous anger at the devil. Because he was weak compared to the powerful demon. The anger built up, and the more it built up, the more his spirit collapsed. He wanted to release his built-up anger. So he decided to become the devil himself this time. For six months he wandered throughout the Kunkan Empire, killing four black-haired women who resembled his sister. The victim’s body had its limbs twisted. All injuries were inflicted with bare hands. He relieved his deep-rooted anger by grasping, twisting, and tearing with his hands.
The reason he could not become a bishop was because there were no priests and believers who wanted to be on the same team. Those who believed in his strength and became team members always appeared as twisted corpses. If he hadn’t been the ‘weakest one’ this time, he wouldn’t have been able to come out to the test of struggle this time either.
Bouterten was a born strongman. Even before becoming his priest, he broke bricks and split wood with his bare hands. After becoming a priest, he gained the grace of violence, allowing him to break bones with his bare hands.
Bang bang!
Priest Bouterten picked up his shield as soon as the fight with Narand Jr. began. He always fought with his bare hands, but this was the first time he held a weapon. His fingers itched terribly, but he barely tolerated it. This is because he does not ignore his opponents. He handles small sticks well. The force is enough to break a rock, so it is a force that should not be hit. Priest Buterten left the temple and devoted himself to the battle with the intention of releasing his anger.
“Damn you, damn you!”
Narand Jr. swung the baton roughly. The flail, which has been wielded for decades, is a technique that has been sublimated into a method of killing people. With this technique, he defeated three priests in the arena and seven priests who attacked him after the match. However, the opponents were all carrying pointed and sharp weapons. I had never faced anyone who defended themselves with a shield like this.
Every time the shield was struck roughly, a dull sound rang out. An ordinary person would not have been able to endure it, his arm muscles would have been paralyzed and his bones would have been broken, but Priest Buterten did not care. He defended with tenacity and looked for opportunities.
Although he was taught by a master, Narande Jr. is ultimately a farmer who is not used to fighting.
Until now, he had been on the side of the weak and tried to distract the strong, but for the first time he was in a situation where he had to push his opponent. Being on top of a fight wasn’t an experience he was used to. As time passed, Naran de Junior, feeling impatient, increasingly neglected his defense and focused on attack.
It was that moment.
Bouterten sensed that the time had come.
As the baton thrust towards his side, Buterten threw away his shield and grabbed the baton with his huge, bear-like hands. He also broke the bull’s horn and took the baton from the farmer with such force. Narande Jr. missed the pole that was sucked in in an instant.
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Bouterten threw the baton far away and looked down at Narand Jr. with eyes filled with joy. Only then did he feel the joy of ‘release’ at the thought of being able to twist and tear the ‘soft muscles’ like a ripe fruit.
“Disgusting bastard!”
The farmer pounces.
Buterten greeted him with a smile.
In a bare-handed fight, even a bishop will never lose.
Buterten grabbed the hand of the farmer who rushed at him like a bull.
“Keueuuuuu!”
It was like holding both hands together and competing for strength.
One farmer’s hands turned blue, as if they were on the verge of death.
He began to let go of his anger.
increasingly.
The anger of losing my family turned into joy.
* * *
Narand Jr.
He became Solgar’s serf after losing his family to the devil. Anger began to boil in the heart of a young child who lost his family in an instant. But in order to survive, he suppressed his anger.
one.
Anger toward the devil never went away.
increasingly.
The sadness of losing my family turned into anger.
* * *
“Farmer.”
Buterten felt strange.
“facetiously!”
Fingers are broken.
Your own fingers, not the enemy.
It was my first time experiencing this situation.
Are you saying I’m losing power?
“Don’t look!”
Tduduk-!
It was just a moment. The farmer’s strength was far short of Buterten’s, but for just a moment, for a very short period of time, he definitely overwhelmed his strength. The difference snapped Buterten’s finger, and the farmer, free from his grasp, ran quickly to pick up the baton. Embarrassed, Buterten hurriedly picked up his shield, but the moment he saw the farmer’s face, he realized.
“devil?”
“That sounds like shit!”
The farmer vented his anger towards evil.
Buterten thought his face distorted with anger was the devil.
“Biggy, beat that bastard like a dog!”
The original name was Locust Swarming.
However, the man who gave the name laughed loudly at the farmer’s words and gave a thumbs up.
The baton, which at first glance seemed to have been wielded at random by a farmer, struck without mercy, aiming precisely at Buterten’s blind spot as he held a shield. By the time he lowered the bar and took a deep breath, Buterten had already collapsed, his entire body swollen as if he had been stung by a bee.
* * *
Two people who made the killer Buterten tremble with fear.
‘Berem’s Death Row Prisoner’, who caused an uproar in the empire not long ago.
A strong man who brutally killed seven knights.
And true ‘violence’ in a different sense.
‘Shaman Bem’ gained strength by killing and eating a hundred people.
An emerging powerhouse who is said to be aiming for the position of cardinal beyond bishop.
But two.
One person took 1 minute and 23 seconds.
The other one died less than a second later.
* * *
“The power of a teacher is truly unfathomable. “Maybe you’re stronger than my father?”
“What does your father do?”
“He’s a shitty person, but he’s a strong person. We’ve never met, but I still want to talk to you. “You said you like strong people, so I guess you’ll like it when you meet me too, right?”
“Oh, you’re amazing too.”
Is it pure or stupid?
I thought he was related to the Solgar family, but I never thought he was really the son of a duke.
fantasy,
