Shin Hayun was looking down at the stadium with Lee Hyuk in the private lounge where you had to pay a large fee to sit.
– The long-awaited finals! To raise the country’s honor by winning the national competition! The last contestants are entering!
Students come in accompanied by the strong voice of the host.
– The first runner is a representative of Korea! Gaon Academy! The party leader is Shin Yu-seong, a student of King Kwon who has been attracting attention since his participation!
Shin Yu-seong follows the instructions and comes in. Eunah Kim. Sumire. There wasn’t a single person in Gaon’s party with S-class characteristics. They are said to be the biggest disruption in this national competition.
but.
Shin Hayun knew.
For Shin Yu-seong and his party, attribute levels are not important. Shin Yu-seong, a disciple of King Kwon. Sumire, who has a ‘comfortable side’. Kim Eun-ah has S+ potential.
“Hmm~”
Even for Shin Hayun, it was difficult to guess the potential of those three people.
“My sister’s party. It seemed pretty strong? “More than I thought.”
“okay? Hayoon, I can’t believe you would say something like that… … .”
Lee Hyuk seemed a little surprised by Shin Hayun’s words. It would not have been surprising if Shin Yu-seong, King Kwon’s disciple, received recognition from Shin Hayun. For Shin Hayoon, who is known for being picky, it was rare for a first-year student to be recognized for her skills.
“I was only interested in Yoosung. Hehehe.”
Shin Hayun rested her chin and looked down at Sumire. Sumire is an anomalous being with a level F theme and a witch’s side.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Sigh.
Shin Hayun narrowed her eyes and scanned the table with her index finger.
“It’s hard to cut the bundled thread with scissors, isn’t it?”
Shin Hayun knew intuitively. It wasn’t luck that Sumire got the favor. Maybe this is the witch’s fate.
If left untreated, they will tangle with each other like tangled threads.
“If you don’t let go now. “I think it’s going to be difficult.”
Shin Hayun lifted her index and middle fingers like scissors and aimed them at Sumire’s body. He then pretended to cut it off.
“There is no need for you to fret. Anyway, I’m in my first year now. Hayun, you have already acquired four artifacts.”
Shin Hayun smiled at Lee Hyuk’s words. A smile that conveys the composure of the powerful, like that of a predator.
“okay. “There’s no way you can be my opponent now.”
okay. of course.
No matter what variables are added, Shin Yu-seong’s party will not be able to reveal this to himself.
“I just don’t like being a hassle.”
When that time comes, all preparations will have already been completed.
* * *
– The second runner is a representative of Japan! Choten Academy! Although they lost in the Gaon match, this is an indomitable team that came back with an amazing performance in the repechage match! In particular, Seiji, the party leader… … .
With the introduction of the Japanese team, Sakura and Seiji entered the stadium, excluding Isshin, who was eliminated.
“Waaah!”
“It’s Seiji!”
“Cherry Blossom! “Look here!”
A fanatical popularity comparable to that of idols. In particular, when Sakura smiled brightly and shook her hand, one of the male students who came to watch her fainted, giving her a thumbs up with a satisfied look on his face.
‘Is Siwoo really not able to come?’
Sakura looked around.
I’ve already heard that Lee Si-woo can’t come. He said that it was a natural decision considering Sumire and Kim Eun-ah’s strength, and that something was serious enough that he could not come to the stadium.
‘… … That guy. Even if I ask, they don’t even answer.’
That’s a secret.
It’s just a family thing.
I can’t tell you in detail.
Lee Si-woo only spit out simple answers like a robot despite Sakura’s persistent questions.
What on earth is going on?
What is Lee Si-woo’s secret that he can’t tell even to himself? Sakura had a lot in her head, but quickly shook it off.
‘What I have to focus on is this game. For me, it’s the archery range and my father. and… … I have people supporting me.’
Haha!
Seiji smiled confidently, looking at Sakura like that.
“Cherry Blossom. “Are you nervous?”
“little? Of course, Seiji, you’re an idiot so it’s okay.”
Seiji laughed at Sakura’s words. But just like that! Seiji, who thought he was going to say that, shook his head seriously.
Then Sakura screamed in surprise.
“no-!”
“Hi! Baby, surprise me… … .”
Sakura, why is she like this again? I looked at him with contemptuous eyes, but Seiji’s eyes shined with such joy.
“Cherry Blossom! “I’m so nervous I’m dying!”
“Ah Okay… … . How could you say something like that so seriously? … .”
While Sakura was calming her shocked heart, Seiji looked somewhere and waved his hand.
“you… … .”
Sakura then looked at the place where Seiji was waving his hand. There she was, a beautiful woman holding a picture frame cheering for Seiji. And the picture in the frame in her hand is none other than Ryuko.
“That person… … .”
Tight.
Sakura, biting her lip as if in pain, urgently looked at Seiji’s face.
However, contrary to Sakura’s worries, Seiji was smiling brightly and waving his hand toward the audience with the picture frame.
“everyone! Thank you for supporting me! try hard-! I’ll do my best!”
Seiji then shouted at the top of his voice to the audience and spoke quietly to Sakura.
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“I am, Sakura. I really want to win this game. “If I could, I would give it my all.”
How can you say something like that with a smile? What must have happened to Seiji before he could say something like that with a smile?
Sakura couldn’t even imagine such complex thoughts and emotions.
‘What an idiot.’
* * *
Ireland.
The captain of Blinn Academy.
Dian with red hair.
He had long since forgotten about cumbersome castles. In both the Academy and Ireland, the only title that symbolized Dian was the word ‘Fire of the Second Coming.’
Jump and jump.
Adela Ortensia.
The core of this EU union.
As she and Bianca’s party members pass by. Dian stared into the air with her empty eyes.
Sigh- Pa-
Flames scattering from his grasp.
‘Union.’
Gaon and Skyscraper where all three survived. Choten, two people survived except Isshin. Considering their power, it was a natural decision to form an alliance in a country that was disadvantaged in terms of number of people and power.
‘but. My goal is to win.’
If Adela survives at the end of the European Union, will she be able to win? Even Bianca had Leon and Sofia left behind.
Everyone except Blyn Academy, which Dian belonged to, had been eliminated.
‘Even if Adela and I are left alone. ‘Can I really win?’
Dian looked at her right hand. His own blackened right hand was an artifact that integrated the power of ‘Pyeonlin’ that only the rightful owner could use.
But this was closer to a magic trick than an object. For example, a curse.
Like the sorcery solitude, which is said to mix poison with poison to create the most terrible poison, this magic is continuously passed down through the human body.
At first, with a small spark.
Next, with a spark like a match.
Like the fire of a beacon that never goes out and moves on forever. Like the ship of Theseus, which, when broken, takes materials and repairs itself anew. And then the next and the next. This spark continued to burn endlessly.
Sigh-
And now.
Dian accepted the baton, not knowing when this would end. But the terrible thing about this technique wasn’t the occasional pain.
The person who inherited this technique is.
The last moments are recorded.
And it is passed down to the next person who receives the spark. It was truly a terrible thing. How many endings are recorded in this technique? How many more times will you record?
[No more… Mana!]
Someone from the previous generation was unable to control their power and was engulfed in flames.
[Go first. … I’ll follow you soon.]
Someone stopped on the spot to protect their loved one.
Like living genes, the technique was recording every last detail to the next generation.
It’s like.
It seemed like a kind of warning not to let the next end be like this.
Sinister right hand.
Flames of disaster.
Curse of Avatar.
The technique, which was handed down over and over again with changing names, was now being called this way.
The spark of Briid [bʲɾʲiːdʲ].
Eternal fire that appeared in mythology.
Suddenly, it was praised as a sacred being rather than an ominous one. From the moment when even the concept of a hunter had not been established yet. How many times have the masters of this technique met their end up until now?
How much sacrifice was made for the name called disaster to mean sublimity and sacredness?
Dian had no place to retreat.
‘I am not alone.’
Even though my teammates were eliminated and I was alone. Dean was not alone.
The beacon he was carrying had an ember that had gone out in the flame that was burning more and more intensely. There were many meanings in the fallen stars.
‘That burden… … If I were to carry that flame… … .’
okay.
If you are defeated by those who carry the burden alone.
‘There is no meaning to this sacrifice.’
Dian and alcohol.
And it was the same as denying the sacrifices of everyone who had made it until now.
This spark that went down everyone’s right arm amidst the pain. What if you lose your strength in the face of Adela’s cold, shimmering genius? Dian no longer had to pass on this pain to others.
The sacrifice of yourself and your ancestors.
Even for hunters.
To humanity too.
Because it would be of no help to anyone.
‘but.’
so that.
Undefeated.
Dian risked his life and meaning at every moment, so he was able to burn every moment without a single defeat. That was the result of throwing everything away, thinking that defeat meant death.
‘so.’
With eyes hotter and more intense than the sun. But with a heart colder and colder than her ice, Diane looked at Adela’s back.
‘If you want to win… … .’
If only to receive recognition for yourself and your ancestors. Dian didn’t care about any choice.
‘Even if… … Even if it is a betrayal between alliances… … .’
This is a dagger that I have been honing since the moment I accepted the technique. Dian calmly walked into the portal, confiscating his emotions.
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