Chapter 30 – Black Dragon Training Grounds (2)

Hooligan

Rating: E-Rating

Monsters with the strength of a teenager, their bodies are very weak and their intelligence is low, so if you have a weapon, you can beat even an ordinary person. Several attempts have been made to keep them as pets or for food, but all have failed.

I looked at the hooligan again after looking at the contents of the encyclopedia. I had no muscle in my yellow body, and I was trying to shake the bars, but my body swayed like a flag hanging from the bars. Senior Yoo-jeong watched as his man signed the record book and then opened the cage.

“Keeeeeg

Hooligans came out with a strange cry. Senior Yu-jeong grabbed the guy by the ankles as he tried to run away and then lifted him into the air.

“Kieh!”

“He is a hooligan. How is it? Doesn’t she look kind of cute?”

The word maniac seemed more appropriate. Do you feel like this when you see a skinny cat? It was somehow creepy, and especially the smooth skin without hair was very unpleasant. Even so, when I saw her twinkling eyes and dainty limbs, I thought that she had a charm in her own way.

“Because he is so easy to catch, requests for capture come more often than requests for hunting. The magic stones that come out of his body are really worthless, and even ordinary people can win with an air gun or, at least, a baseball bat.”

“Can ordinary people win?”

Even when I looked at the book, I couldn’t quite understand the words. Even Jungle Cat, which is the same E class right now, was a monster that could seriously hurt an apprentice hunter if he was not careful. Even in the same E class, is there such a difference?

Senior Yujeong smiled at my question and put the hooligan down again. Hooligans, as their name suggests, are very belligerent, so as soon as Yu-Jung dropped her on the floor, she clenched her fists and ran towards Yoo-Jung. Ichi too was startled and tried to run at the hooligan, but Yu-jeong put her foot in front of her slightly and just looked at us.

The hooligan, whose forehead was pressed against his feet, was struggling, stretching his hands forward. When Yu-jeong let go of her feet, the hooligan fell to the floor and thumped her limbs. She said in ichi.

“Cute.”

“Right? Cute right? But I can’t keep it as a pet. It’s so violent that even the owner doesn’t recognize it.”

“Then no.”

Ichie said so. Yu-jeong seizes the hooligan again and throws her into the clearing between the bars. The empty space was quite spacious, but judging from the tall fences and locked doors built around it, it seemed that this was the fighting training ground. Senior Yoo-jeong asked Ichie.

“Would you like to fight?”

“Yes.”

Ichie nodded and then began to warm up. As I shook my body from side to side with my handcuffs on, I could see a smooth waistline through the hem of my shirt. Senior Yu-jeong looked at Ichie’s waist and said.

“Miss Ichie. I have a favor.”

“Ask? What is it?”

“Can you show me how to use a knife? It’s because I’m curious because I wear it every time and I’ve never shown it once.”

“This one? I miss you?”

“Yes.”

Ichie looked at me. To be honest, I was interested too. Even if you don’t have a romance with a samurai, you want to see a Japanese who uses a sword at least once. Wasn’t there such a prejudice? Taekwondo for Koreans. If you’re Chinese, kung fu. If it’s Japanese, it’s foot sword art.

“I want to see you too. In a sense. Can you show me just once?”

Ichie nodded at my words and knocked on the iron window. Senior Yoojeong opened the iron window. Senior Yoo Jung said.

“Originally, I should go inside and prepare for any unexpected situation… Since he’s a hooligan without a weapon, well, it’s fair to say that he’s holding a blade, so I’ll leave it alone.”

I nodded. Even as senior Yoo-jeong said that, he held onto the iron window so that he could enter at any time. I stood out of her way a little to make it easier for her to enter and looked at her clearing. Ichie stared at the hooligan and cautiously drew her sword. After lowering her stance, she slowly began spinning in circles.

The hooligan lit her eyes and yelled at Ichie.

“Kieh!”

One voice was very unpleasant. It was the kind of voice you would hear if you boiled and fed a crow to a cat and patted its stomach. Ichie only raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn’t look overwhelmed or afraid. When Ichie put her foot forward, the hooligan took a step back and made her tremble. Ichie’s eyes were shining red.

Ichie’s awakening ability was that the weight of his sword grew as much as the number of opponents he slashed. Are there other effects to that ability? Her Ichie’s eyes burned serenely like colored lights on a Christmas tree. Senior Yu-jeong corrected her posture as she was about to run away, leaned against her bars, and focused on her fight.

The sword Ichie drew dragged on the floor. The hooligans cornered her and yelled at her over and over.

“Kyaaak! Kiek! Kieh!”

She then struggled, kicking the bars with her feet, and finally lunged at Ichie with her arms slightly open. The sight of her leaping as hard as she could with her hands on top of her head was like watching an ape in the jungle.

Ichie did not escape her flying fist. She stretched out her left hand and grabbed both of her hooligan’s fists. The monster, with both hands bound as if caught in a trap, roared once more and struggled at her feet. Her wit caught the hooligan and lifted her up to the height of her head.

“Kieack!”

The yellow monster raised her foot in amazement. The moment she tried to reach out with her foot, which had risen to about the level of her face in her wit, her terrifying blade plunged right into her hooligan’s side.

“Oh… !”

The hooligan winced at her pain and shook her body. Her legs sagged like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Ichie twisted her wrist and drew her sword. Her green blood splattered all over her floor. Ichie didn’t give the hooligan time to sort her out. She tightened her wrist once again and stabbed her side once more.

“Keuk!”

Ichie hesitated for a moment, as if warming up the engine, and began to insert the knife deeper.

“Keuk… ! Kkeuk… ! Squeak… ! Knock… Nod… !”

The hooligan let out a cruel scream. However, the monster, whose entire body had lost all its strength, was unable to move properly. Ichie twisted the blade that had been thrust into the hilt once more, and pulled out the sword while slashing it horizontally across his stomach.

“Kkeuk…ぅ… !”

The slender monster, still alive, let out her last breath and died. The hooligan’s figure was cut in half, like a canned food that had been eaten. The ground in her clearing was drenched in green blood. Her Ichie’s eyes briefly flashed red like torches. She exhaled lightly for Ichie, then looked at her Yu-Jung-senpai, she said.

“Kill me like this.”

“…Monsters?”

“Yes.”

I felt a little pity for the hooligan. She asked Ichie, pointing to a towel hanging in her clearing.

“Can I use this?”

“Yes, please.”

Ichie nodded and wiped her knife with a towel. I said.

“Where did you learn it? It feels different from what I thought.”

“Feeling? What was it like imagining?”

“Yeah, if you look at the comics, you know something like that. Just throw the monster into the air and take a shasha shot! If you do, there will be pieces of the monster.”

I pretended to throw a knife into the air. Ichie saw her and nodded her head as if she understood.

“Ah, I know how you feel. But I didn’t learn that. That way you won’t bleed too much.”

You don’t bleed much? I looked at the floor. The man who had been guarding the door a little while ago came in and began to clean up her body, clicking her tongue.

“You don’t bleed a lot?”

“Small children get bloodied a lot by catching them like this. If you get bloody, the knife becomes heavy, and good things happen again. Then catch the big ones with it. Just in case, you have to put a lot of blood on it at a time like this.”

They said it was an ability that made the sword heavier the more it was cut, but it seemed that there was an additional ability attached to it. The flickering in her eyes seemed closely related to her abilities.

[Bambam Bam Bam Bam]

The cell phone of the man who was cleaning the floor rang. It was the opening song of a popular entertainment program these days. The man tossed her mop into her corner and checked her tantrum on the phone.

“Ah… How are you?”

Then he immediately stood up and shouted into the phone.

“Yes! Death penalty by brain sword! What are you doing! Oh, I was cleaning and using the facility for a while with the kids!”

Hearing her words that it was her brain sword, Kim Yoo-jung raised her head with a frown on her face. She said that when Ichie tried to say something, she waved her hand as if Senior Yu-jeong asked her to be quiet.

“Ah! Yes My mouth just dropped open when I saw the majesty of the Black Dragon’s training ground, and it’s a pity that you really have to see it for yourself! If you showed the sword skill of the death sword, it would have been an uproar! Ah yes! Other than that, nothing special! Yes yes?”

Suddenly, her man’s tone changed. As his tone changed, the atmosphere in the training ground subtly changed. He tilted his head, noticing that something was going wrong. The man looked at us, and she asked back.

“Bah, the ark is coming here right now?”

We were startled and our eyes met. Ichie frowned when he heard that the ark was coming. Senior Yoo-jeong was shaking her eyes more and more fussily. The man nodded her head and said.

“Ah yes! All right! I’ll hang up! Yes Suffer! Hey! Yoo Jeong-ah! Hey! Hurry up and put on the applicator!”

The man pointed to the appo he was wearing and said to senior Yoo-jeong. Senior Yoo-jeong replied as if he was embarrassed.

“I didn’t bring the applicator!”

“Ah, sir… ! Hey, if you go to the break room over there, there will be some leftovers, so wear them and hurry up!”

“Okay!”

Senior Yoo-jeong left us and ran to her bathroom. The man told us she was scrubbing the floor with a mop as if she were painting.

“Guys! Help me out! Do we need to clean this up quickly? Wrap that corpse in a barrel here, and move it to the back!”

We too got caught up in the mood and started to do what her man said. Looking around, other workers were also busy cleaning windows and removing garbage. We set aside the barrels containing the bodies and returned to the clearing. Another employee asked her boss.

“Execution! When did you say you were coming?”

“Maybe soon!”

And a knock was heard in the distance. The sound of the door opening in the rusty lobby.

The Black Dragon Ark was coming.