Chapter 120 – Episode 120: Leash 3
In my previous life, there was an idiom that compared ruthless violence.
Beating the wings of a dog-
But when I look at the scene in front of my eyes, I suddenly think that way.
Even a dog with a dog’s wings won’t beat like that.
No, if you beat a dog like that on the day of the dog, there will be nothing left to eat, let alone minced meat.
Beyond the wall, which cannot be seen due to the transparent curtain, the sound of kicking a cuckoo-boom is heard.
If you listen to the sound, you would not dare to imagine that this is the sound of a person being beaten.
“Kiya, Kieng!”
“Uh huh, disciple. Are you still revealing your teeth?”
Doesn’t the dirt rise up to the top of the stone wall that is 2m high?
Bloody hands on the edge of the wall rise up and are dragged down.
Like a victim in a horror movie being dragged into the dark, screaming in agony.
“Looking at how you endured so much, the basic training followed really well, but why…”
I can hear you muttering like you’re sad
Because the sound of beating someone I hear with is brutal
Rather, it feels bizarre and frightening.
The violence that began against the background of the sunset continued until the moon rose brightly.
Looking up at the night sky with the moon rising brightly and the sound of suffering in the background, I realized that I was back at the academy before I knew it.
“How are you today?”
A sword that cuts through the bridle that looks down on me anxiously
Kim Ha-eun tidying up the mat I was lying on,
Lee Ha-rin, who supports me by shaking off the dust.
And a female student who is quietly tied to the ground like cattle being led to a slaughterhouse.
‘Why are you so meek? .’
The graceful appearance, slender body, and flexible gestures are still the same, but
After seeing and hearing that terrifyingly overwhelming violence, I feel a sense of incongruity.
“We’ve confirmed the disciple who suffered from the intoxication, but we still don’t know the exact cause-“
The idea of training a disciple who has lost reason with violence
It’s like a historical drama-style tone that can only be heard in dramas, and it’s a fairly naive constellation.
Still, it’s a relief that that naivety doesn’t mean that he’s an old man who acts as he pleases.
How terrible would it be if a person whose personal power is equivalent to that of a space fleet becomes a kkondae?
I was thinking about something else, but the sword that slashed the bridle backed away, as if it misunderstood my hardened expression differently.
“Kuhmm, I’m sorry. I was so happy to hear that I was making progress, so it was rude to be so informal.”
How can you beat people like that with such a small body?
Every time I see a sword cutting through a bridle, I can only think of that.
Day 5 passed like that, and day 6 again.
Wouldn’t it have changed the finances of a fairly small company just by pouring jewels on the floor now?
It’s like a part-time job worker at a convenience store worrying about the grandson of a conglomerate, but what can you do?
It seems that the jewel powder poured on the ground in front of my eyes has already easily exceeded 100kg.
It is a frightening scene that cannot be imagined by the common people of the 21st century.
For six days, a precious animal was sacrificed to a magic circle made of polished jewels.
To make up for that, the sword that cuts the bridle in the middle had to vacate for a while, but
The ancestral rites proceeded without any problems.
“Please, take good care of my disciple.”
The sword that cuts the bridle shouting loudly outside the magic circle and the two incarnations that are now accustomed to performing rituals.
I blinked once, and what I saw in front of me was a mansion that was still blocked by walls and transparent barriers.
Again the helicopter comes, goes, comes again, goes, and comes back-
‘Come to think of it, this also repeats itself.’
A female student tied up with belts and ropes is beaten like a dog over a wall.
Come back at sunset and beat people until the moon is high in the sky.
At this point, wouldn’t it be better to call it technology or technique rather than violence?
“Whoa, how do I do this-“
With the lamentation of the sword cutting through the bridle, a story that had not been seen on the 5th day began.
The beginning of the 6th day was simple but impactful.
It was because the sword that slashed the bridle holding the student’s neck, who had bruises all over his body, trudged through the front door.
If you look at the female student with bruises from her eyes to her fingertips and toes,
Didn’t he hit with a scabbard, but he swung a paintbrush? To the extent that I have doubts.
It’s hard to think of a pretty face as long black hair is also tangled in the dust.
“Whoa, be still.”
The sword that slashed the bridle of a disciple who had slumped like a sacks was thrown onto the verandah.
It leaps from its place, steps on a wall or a roof, and disappears beyond the clouds.
It looked like the empty space I had seen earlier when I went to get the burnt offering.
However, given the situation, she was more like a woman walking on clouds with fluttering sleeves.
The gaze is directed at the female student who is lying on the veranda and makes only sounds of pain without moving.
‘Since it’s in a state of intoxication, I’ll have to look at it here.’
Maybe the best swordsman in the world has a body highly praised
Within ten minutes, all the bruises that had been red and red were gone.
Where did her pain and fatigue her go? She is still unable to move, but
Because white skin was starting to show through the hem of her dust-stained clothes.
It was such a bloody sound, but she couldn’t have pretended to hit her.
He crept up to her and placed her hand on her back her.
Like reading emotions through her magic, reading light thoughts through eye contact
In order to read what happened and what they think, using the female disciple as a medium.
As if recalling a famous scene from a movie you saw a long time ago
Fragmented memories flood into my head.
The female disciple’s memory was filled with swords cutting through her bridle her.
It’s like an aspiring idol staring at a global star.
A state in which envy, longing, and respect are mixed to the point of dizziness.
‘Wow, what is that?’
The first thing I saw was the first meeting between the sword that cuts the bridle and the female student.
With a female student wielding a shinai in a middle school gym
A sword that slashes the bridle that descends directly to her school to see her.
The sword that cuts through the bridle to appeal to itself
The scene where he took a bamboo sword and swung it into the sky to sculpt clouds was the first encounter with her.
All the memories that follow after that are just scenes like a well-made movie CG.
‘Is that a swordsman or a wizard? That’s why people have faith…’
Just before the boat is capsized by the triangular waves, a woman who has stepped on her dark clouds and descended on her lightning her strikes her sword her.
Then the waves and dark clouds all part, the sea becomes calm, and the sky clears.
Just before a landslide occurred due to heavy rain and piles of soil in tons hit an elementary school,
A woman with fluttering sleeves waved her hands, and her ridge her dug deep.
The shock wave blows the pile of dirt that was flowing down to an empty field in the hills instead of an elementary school.
A miraculous situation that cannot be said to have been carried out with a human body.
The fishermen made a big bow and set up a table offering even expensive fish.
In elementary schools, young children following the teacher’s guidance send a thank-you letter written in a crooked way.
But the stronger the light, the thicker the shadows.
The more the miracle repeats, the more the female disciple’s feelings change little by little.
As an analogy, a handkerchief dropped on muddy water… ,
No, not to that extent.
Like toilet paper in a hot shower
It’s very subtle, but it’s definitely getting wet.
You can’t see it, but when you touch it, it definitely feels damp.
It wasn’t envy or jealousy.
What I feel is a heavy burden.
The female student who had lost her temper and was giggling quietly opens her mouth.
“That, how do you follow that-“
“There are talents, they encourage me, but do they really become that?”
“It’s true that you’re better than everyone else, but…”
“Can I really do it?”
The sword that cut through the bridle was amazing.
Even if it’s great, it’s a problem because it’s too great.
A woman who cuts a typhoon, a tidal wave, and a landslide with a single sword
You can do it to a middle school student who has porridge! This is the situation you are talking about.
‘Can you believe that…’
No matter how talented a soul is, in the end, the soul is a middle school or high school girl.
It is unavoidable to feel weak when you are tired and tired.
Is it because he has excellent qualities, so he has a strong mouthpiece?
Or maybe it’s because he’s originally timid, I don’t know.
All I can know is one thing.
‘Isn’t this just a matter of self-esteem?’
Even if the sword that cuts the bridle cuts really well
That you can’t educate your children.
To be honest, I don’t know much about swordsmanship, martial arts, nasal insufficiency, or coin proficiency.
Because the world I went through was a peaceful daily life where I used to study for entrance exams with a pen instead of a sword.
The story before the nuclear war, of course.
However, I know a little about raising trainees or trainees, whether they are athletes or arts and sports.
When raising children, I put them with opponents who can beat them for conditioning or self-confidence.
I think the state of mind of this woman is
Fighting game newbies start the game and after being beaten by dead people for 10 rounds
I think it’s similar to watching a mad movie by a fan master by beating yourself up.
It’s also my experience.
Beaten like a dog and not even 5% of my blood shed
‘You have talent, but if you practice, you’ll rise in the rankings soon?’
Would you believe it if you heard something like this?
I press the button hard like a combo I found on the Internet.
Everything was blocked, and I was beaten like a dog in the counterattack, and I was defeated miserably.
‘Oh, you use some combos? Do you have talent?’
Would you like to play the game after hearing this?
Even if you win once or twice against the same 0-game newbie
If you think in your heart that the game is fucking difficult, can you gain confidence?
“It’s tough…”
“Can I really do it?”
“Kendo was my hobby…”
“I should have just refused, but what excuse?”
The body of the female student who muttered so
It is scattered as if it turns into sand.
Her body flinched in surprise at the grotesque scene for a moment, but
Immediately, I was able to recall that this space was halfway between dreams and memories.
The setting moon rises again and steps back
The sunset returns and time rolls from night to evening and from evening to day.
Again, the female student returned to normal.
He wields a sword in the yard, takes a magic pose, and trains himself.
Since no one was there, it was really nice to see her taking off her sweaty top her and working out her with her breasts bobbing.
However, there was no sword to cut the bridle in the mansion.
