Episode 131 Freshman Talent Show (2)
High mountains, deep valleys, desolate mountains. Snowy wires, we go
The place where the young soul died. The wounded old pine has forgotten his words.
Comrade, can you hear me? that angry voice.
Comrade, do you see it? A closed eye.
-From the military song 『Going to the Front』-
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As the age of the audience changed, the evaluation gradually began to change.
The old professors, who had laughed at the talent show of newbies until now, thinking it was just a kid’s joke, opened their mouths in earnest.
“… … It’s the first time I’ve heard a military song that touches my heart like this. As if reading my soul.”
“It reminds me of the last front line right before the unification of the Empire 50 years ago. A lot of people died then. Lieutenant Big Pressure, Sergeant Wisehap, Corporal Upham, Private Ryan who died leaving their distant hometown… … I miss you guys.”
“Old comrades, I am sorry I survived alone, I am sorry. Please don’t hate me for living hard until now… … .”
The veteran professors who had lived on the battlefield for half their lives began to shed tears.
And the young professors and assistants who had gone through a war, big or small, were also soaking up their empty hearts with alcohol.
The old soldier reads the wave of emotion contained in the old soldier’s crude song and resonates with it.
It was a great song with heavy sadness that the young one-day puppies couldn’t understand.
… … do they know
Just before. That a far-off successor who crossed a time axis held a ceremony for themselves who were once senior or superior.
Meanwhile.
Tudor and Sancho, who shared the same room, were scratching their heads at Bikir.
“what. Why is he singing a military song like an old man? Hey Sancho, you said you were a mercenary, right? Have you ever heard of an army like that?”
“It is a military song that does not exist in the north. The spirits are so good. It makes me want to learn too.”
“Do you have veterans in your family? They must be the same age as us. Oh, come to think of it, was that guy ranked first in the written test this time?”
“Hmm. He has quite a bit of ambition for a study bug, Saennim. Thinking of singing a military song at a talent show?”
It seemed that the young reserve heroes were not particularly sympathetic to the sentiments of the military song.
at that time. Someone interrupted the conversation between Tudor and Sancho.
“hello. Excuse me, but are you a cold bottle donation? Then I was wondering if you know the person who sang the military song just now.”
A beautiful girl with short-cropped white hair.
Sinclair, who was passing through the hallway after leaving the OT location of the Fever Donation Department, showed interest.
“no. We’re in different classes. I don’t know, why?”
Tudor and Sancho shook their heads, and Sinclair’s eyes twinkled as he watched Vikir and Piggy disappear into the distance.
In fact, she had been watching this scene for a while.
The way Piggy trembled nervously when his name was called, and the rough hand on his shoulder.
“… … just.”
Eventually, Sinclair nodded with a faint smile.
“You seem like a nice person, so I want to get to know you.”
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Bikir finished the talent show and returned to drinking.
Some old professors came and talked to Bikir before he even sat down for a drink.
“Is your father a soldier? I’ve never heard of it. Are you from the old country?”
“… … what is it Did you compose it yourself? Unbelievable! Such a wonderful song!?”
“At our Royal Academy, we often hold military song contests. Be sure to submit!”
“you. Would you like to take my composition class as a liberal arts option?”
Bikir was a little embarrassed, but did not decline the alcohol the professors recommended.
The gray-haired old professor who was once his commander, the senior officer who took the knife several times in place of himself who was a new officer… … How could he resist the drink offered by the faces of the faces who died bravely in battle while single-handedly entering the enemy camp to save his men?
Since this academy is a place where heroes of the past, present, and future all gather, I was able to meet quite a few ties from my previous life.
Bikir drank all the glasses offered by everyone and returned to his seat.
That moment.
“… … !”
Bikir was about to enter his seat, but hesitated for a moment.
Bianca. She, the prodigy of the Usher family and only daughter, was standing in the way of Bikir.
Bikir silently passed her to his seat.
That moment.
Bianca turned her head to Bikir.
“rooftop.”
“… … .”
“The smell of rum.”
“… … .”
Vikir tried to stop and look around, but he didn’t.
teodeok- teodeok- teodeok-
Vikir continues walking on the same path as if he did not understand that he was speaking to him.
Bianca smelled the familiar smell of rum from Bikir.
It smelled the same as the rum I smelled after the chase on the rooftop earlier.
The distance with ‘someone’ that never narrowed no matter how fast I ran.
Despite running with all her strength, Bianca had failed to uncover the identity of the human being.
I had never lost in speed, but it was the first time I had suffered such an overwhelming defeat that I couldn’t keep up.
Bianca frowned and called out to Bikir.
“Hey, wait! You must have been on the roof before… … .”
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But Bianca couldn’t finish her words.
“ruler! Newcomers, come on! Cheers!”
“Drink! drink! drink! Drink!”
“The alcohol goes in~ straight~ straight up!”
Some of the seniors who were drunk with excitement covered Bianca by clinking their glasses with a loud sound.
Jjam- Jjam- Jjam- Jjam-
Glasses collide in front of you, splashing drops of alcohol.
Among the numerous glasses that blocked Bianca’s way, there were definitely glasses filled with rum.
“… … Sleep, hold on! I will pass!”
Bianca crossed the crowd, removing the arms of her seniors and classmates.
but.
After the toast was over and the glasses disappeared, Bikir disappeared somewhere.
“Where are you… … !?”
Bianca looked around but couldn’t find Bikir because of the crowds.
She stopped following Bikir.
Come to think of it, there is a lot of rum here too. It also smells strong.
I couldn’t conclude that this was the smell I had smelled on the roof.
‘Am I mistaken?’
Bianca frowned slightly.
The bitter rum scent that seemed to emanate from Bikir is now completely gone.
Instead, the smell of other crude alcohol wafting up around her paralyzed her sense of smell.
At this point, was it really the smell of rum that I smelled on the rooftop earlier? I thought.
Maybe the popularity itself was in vain.
‘… … okay. It must be because of my mood.’
Bianca turned her head away from Bikir.
Where could the power and speed enough to outwit him be hidden in that corrupt appearance from earlier?
There was no reason to pay attention to him just because he sang a song that he did not sympathize with and did not know the source of.
Meanwhile.
Bikir was standing in the opposite direction from where Bianca’s eyes had been.
‘He’s a good friend.’
It seems that he caught the smell of rum on his body when he subdued the mercenaries outside the academy.
Fortunately, there were many drunk seniors and classmates everywhere, so I was able to hide my body odor.
Looking up, I saw Bianca looking around in the distance, then giving up and going back.
‘I can’t ignore them because they’re small children. I’ll have to be a little more careful from now on.’
Baskerville of the sword, Morgue of the magic, Quo Vadis of the divine, Don Quixote of the spear, Usher of the bow, Leviathan of the poison, Bourgeois of money.
No matter how much they are one-day puppies, they are bloodlines from the seven great families.
I needed to be a little more careful.
Bikir let out a sigh of relief.
… … Right then.
Bikir, avoiding Bianca’s gaze, found one more gaze still lingering on him.
Saint Dolores! The academy’s student council president and head of the newspaper club.
She was staring at Bikir.
‘what? What is it? That child, does something sound familiar?’
Dolores tilted her head with a look that clearly showed what she was thinking.
Bikir quickly tucked his bangs back and adjusted his glasses.
Then, after locking the door of her heart firmly so that the saintess could not read her soul, she blended in with the crowd as harmlessly as possible.
Fortunately, Dolores’ gaze also lingered for a few more seconds before disappearing.
This is because old professors, such as the head of the department, drew attention by giving Dolores a good word.
Bikir did his best to keep the identity of the ‘Night Hound’ hidden from the sight of the saintess.
‘I wish I could have done this. I must go back to the dormitory.’
The time of the wave was slowly approaching.
I see several drunken classmates being carried out to the dormitory.
Bikir also planned to return home a little earlier in this atmosphere.
… … however.
There was one thing that caught Bikir’s footsteps again as he was about to disappear from everyone’s sight.
“Hey, did you have a really funny expression when you showed off your talent earlier?”
“Is it okay to bury your roommate? Are you a parasite?”
“Honey, try singing by yourself. Ah, you should make it a habit to do it alone!”
“Brit-senpai told me not to do it? Can’t you hurry up?”
“Guys~ Piggy is singing from now on~ Everyone keep your ears up!”
It was a scene where a group of sophomores surrounded Piggy.
Piggy was hiccuping with a lot of intimidation.
“Stop, seniors. hi! I-I’m not very good at anything, and I’m not having fun… … Hey!”
His face was stained red because his alcohol was weak and he was crying.
But the second-year students were giggling and laughing at such a piggy.
“Is school life over if you don’t do well? Try dancing, why did you dance well earlier?”
“It was all about swinging my fists and stomping my feet as if it were not enough. ha ha ha!”
“If you can’t do it, drink it! Now, drink all of this and watch it! One-shot if it’s a man!”
“Guys! Piggy says he’ll show you something from now on! fist!”
They giggle as if they have caught a toy that they can play with in the future, a hukou that they can handle freely.
Cruelty, harshness, ruthlessness, malice.
There is a lot of that kind of violence in the eyes of the sophomores looking at Piggy.
and.
Bikir, who was standing somewhat far away, was also watching the sophomores with similar eyes.
If there is one other thing.
“… … .”
Bikir is not smiling.
