Chapter 141 – Martial Arts

There is no agreement in this world.

So it can be said to be invincible.
In other words, another world fantasy is martial arts.

“Did I tell you? You have the qualities of a great serial killer.”

Behold, this woman in front of her eyes.

Her name was Karin, who casually said crazy things as if she were having fun. Just looking at the way he opens his mouth, doesn’t it feel like he’s been thrown into a gutter somewhere?

This murderer was a martial arts master who had trained for more than twenty years (estimated).

So it’s harmless

Everything about cutting a knife has nothing in its head other than the fanatical idea of ​​how to kill people better. If you think about it a little bit from there, it will become a monster, but even so, the thought of killing something doesn’t change.

After all, martial arts are the art of killing one another.
Where is there narrowness and righteousness?

It’s terrible.

But I’m a man who gave me a dog.
This is martial arts man Kim Katt.

Today, I came to the swordsman’s guild to learn the killing technique.

“Yeah… Come to think of it, I killed a lot, but it was something I had no choice but to do.
“All killers say that.”
“Shit.”

ㅡ Chaeyoung!

My sword flew through the sky. I confidently wrapped around Karin’s wooden sword, but a counterattack came from an unexpected place. I allowed a blow that would have blown my wrist off in real combat.

I collapsed from the shock.

“It’s going smoothly. Your skills have improved a lot more than I thought? It was a fairly sharp attack just now. Looking at the level of killing, did you kill 10 people during that time? Okay. Very good! You’re a model for our guild!”

Karin held out her hand to me. She took him by the hand and stood up.

Come to think of it, it seemed that he had killed several people since the last training session.

Probably not ten people, but once you think that cultists and robbers do not count as people and count, you will not have killed a single person.

Miracle calculations.
This is Kim Katt from More Innocence.

“So, who did you kill? For me, hearing stories like that is the most fun. Shall we listen to the story of a disciple since we haven’t seen each other in a long time?”
“I think it’s a story that normal people don’t even want to talk about.”

Karin, who threw her wooden sword, dragged her oak barrel and sat down.

“That’s good. What else in the world could be more interesting than a story about people killing people? As for literature, murder literature is the best law.”

What is Murder Literature?

“Well. A love story?”
“The story of murder by love affair must also have its own unique fun.”
“I’m so fucking speechless, bitch.”

The day after graduating from the arena. I came to the friendly swordsman’s guild with Claudy sucking my energy. In order to obtain greater [Strength]. After doing this and that, he immediately paid 5 silver and started retraining.

There were other trainees, so Karin taught me how to cut the knife herself for about an hour. But now, Karin was trying to lose that valuable time.

Look at that face

“Hurry up and brush your teeth. If you don’t tell me, there will be no lessons today.”
“Ah, this is Gapjil. Gapjil.”
“What’s wrong? You bastard. Don’t you know that I take extra care of you?”

Karin says, compared to the other kids, I have more enthusiasm and talent, so it takes more work. Thank you for that, but her ‘hand’ was something like a beating under the guise of her interest her, so to be honest, it was overkill.

“If you want to know, do it quickly.”

He hurriedly swung his drawn-out, purple-glowing sword.
This was not a silent protest, but a suppression of violence.

“Damn.”

Well, it’s not a story that can’t be told.

I decided to organize my thoughts and open my mouth. First of all, the last time I saw Karin was definitely before the festival… The festival? Did I kill people at the festival?

“Oh, right. That was it.”

Come to think of it, it seems that he killed a lot of robbers during the festival. When she was pickpocketed by the guys she met in the mountains and Rina, the old blue bird, and they got into a chase.

I must have killed a few people back then.

“Well, I met robbers in the mountains during the festival.”
“Huh? During the festival? Hagisa criminals don’t discriminate between time and place.”

Cloudy and Copson. And it’s time to act with me.

“Are there six people? Anyway, they attacked as a group, so when I killed one person abruptly, the two of them hesitated, perhaps because they were ragtag. So, if I teamed up with my colleagues and killed a few more people, would they get scared and run away?”

Surprise attack and advance bread were the strongest skills.

Once you have killed one of the cubs by killing the first attacker, the remaining ones will be terrified. Professional fighters wouldn’t, but burglars couldn’t overcome the fear of death.

“So, well, kill the guy who jumped out and panicked again. Kill the remaining guy with a pincer attack. That’s how we solved the situation. We took the loot, but oh my God. Those bastards had talents. Yes. Talents. Do you remember talents?”
“Is that what you sprinkled at the festival? I’m not particularly interested in it. I’m not sure.”

Karin tilted her head.

“Anyway, that talent was an event item that was sprinkled to enjoy the festival as a reward for good deeds since the church purified the undead, and the robbers were carrying it. It was on the verge of turning.”

At the time, it really seemed like Yama would turn around. I couldn’t stand the idea that such criminals would enjoy the festival while roaming the city.

“Are you saying that to yourself?”

Then, Karin pointed out sharply.

Yes.

Whatever the outcome, I did kill people too. Of course, calling it murder was a bit ambiguous, but Karin was a person with the idea that murder was the same no matter who she killed.

But not me.

I thought I would think a little better.

Murder is not the same as murder. Isn’t it murder just because a soldier who was conscripted after a political war broke out and shot and killed an enemy soldier who was attacking?

In a similar vein, the act of killing murder robbers who kill people and extort money cannot also be called murder. It was rather close to salvation. Only true murderers like Karin or robbers can call it murder.

From my point of view, killing an innocent person was murder.

To understand it in a little more detail, killing a good person who doesn’t feel sorry for me is murder by my standards. I don’t know, but I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.

They keep calling me a murderer, but although I have killed people, I am not a murderer as explained above. Wasn’t there a good reason for everything like one?

Kill the beggar who took my bread, kill the man who shot me in the head, kill the man who took my money, and bandits and robbers. It’s all about killing a group of evil cultists.

This could never be called murder.

“Oh, I stopped talking. I’m not going to do it. Let’s just practice knife cutting.”

Exasperated, I turned my head away with my cheeks puffed out and my arms crossed in complete pout. I have nothing to say to Karin who cuts out my heart.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry.”

Karin then apologized to her.

“I’m so excited, sir.”
“Oh, why are you upset?”

Well, with that kind of feeling, they flirted and practiced cutting.

Come to think of it, what happened to the cultists who nested in the underground waterways? After reporting it to the church, they didn’t pay any attention to it, so I don’t know what happened.

Come to think of it, I didn’t even sell the wand and put it in the corner.
I have to sell that too, but did I tell you to come alone?

First of all, focus on training.

ㅡCome on!

I checked the trajectory of Karin’s wooden sword, which was walking ahead, and responded accordingly, casting a downward slash. Her wooden sword her is lodged in the cross guard, and I wrap my hand around her and aim for Karin’s uvula her.

As I gave her strength and tried to stab her, a twisted wooden sword slipped from my blade and aimed at her chest. To counteract this, the blade is straight down and slashes. But a counterattack hits right in.

I can’t respond any further here.

A wooden sword landed on her throat her.

“That’s good. The reaction is fine. Don’t let go of your thoughts and think about how you’ll act until the moment the fight is over. The one who gives up thinking first will be left behind.”
“Well sir.”
“Then train hard. Grab someone rolling over there and ask them to join you. He’ll like it.”

The private lesson, which lasted about an hour, came to an end. Karin said that she had to go look at another guild member’s swordsmanship, and she left. Like this, after her tutoring time is over, she has to pick mulberries as a physical exercise.

Shall we run lightly for about an hour and start muscle training?
She immediately took off her top and prepared to run on the parade ground.

ㅡWhoops!

Then the musculature of my upper body, which retained my wild charm, was revealed. Exposing the upper body to the whole world, I had the urge to strike a strange pose, but I decided to hold back.

Because this wasn’t an arena.

Good night. Shall we run
This is where aerobic exercise begins.

“Oh, are you in good shape?”
“Hmm?”

As I was running, someone caught up next to me and started talking to me in a friendly way. No wonder. All the people in here now are members of the same guild. In other words, I had never seen their faces, but they were like colleagues.

“Then you look good too.

So, I decided to talk in a friendly way.

He was a handsome young man with characteristic silver hair and a youthful face. He insisted on specifying that he was a handsome boy because he had his top uncovered. He’s a Copson Boa, and he looks so short, is he underage?

Was there such a person…
Or is it a newcomer who just came in?

Well, even though I came to the guild to take lessons, I didn’t really care about other people, so I didn’t know anyone. Even though they are members of the same guild, I don’t even know their faces. The only means of identification were earrings.

“What? Haha. Does that kind of sound come out even when you look at this small body?”
“No, I just said it.”

The body is good is just a reflex.
This handsome boy was short, so he couldn’t be said to be in very good shape.

“What is that.”
“Yes. I’m Kat. You.”
“I’m Shait. If you don’t mind, can I learn some training methods? You have a great body?”

His name His is Sheit. At a glance, it appeared that the fluttering silver hair his had been well-maintained. At first glance, it doesn’t seem like he’s living without one, and he’s a child from a well-to-do family. Did you come to learn swordsmanship as a culture? He didn’t seem to be such a bad guy after all.

Seeing as he brought up the topic of his body and asked about training methods, he must have just been curious about my big muscles.

“It’s a training method… Do you want to grow muscles?”
“That’s right.”

I ran while chatting with him. He wanted to focus on running, but he kept talking to me in a friendly way, so I just let him go.

“Just fucking run, fucking exercising, fucking fighting.”

This was the secret of my strength. The superior weight class is because I ate well and lived well in my hometown. Rather, on Earth, I was just a jjuguri. Because it was Korea in the 21st century where giants taller than 180 cm lurked everywhere.

Being 178cm, I could never rub against them.

So I exercised.

To survive in this world. Ever since I was in F grade, I always exercised whenever I had free time or when my stamina allowed. It was the same even after becoming E-class, and it wasn’t until I had enough money that I started in earnest.

Power was not something that could be easily acquired.

“Hmm, I didn’t mean to hear that. Is there any special way?”
“That’s a special way.”