39 – Life is a battle (2)
After going on a field trip, I was dumbfounded by the sight that unfolded before my eyes.
Live live because I didn’t know that my classmates were being bullied.
I called the kid at the very end who stretched out.
“Hey.”
“Keuk. Yes?”
He raises his head at my call.
Then, the guy who made eye contact with me was startled.
“Huh? What do you want?!”
In the next moment, all the students’ eyes are focused on this side.
It seems that he has been waiting for someone to solve this case.
I ignored the burdensome gaze and asked a question.
“Is the reason you are doing this because of your seniors?”
“Oh, yes. My senior told the class A kids to lie down here and stretch out.”
I asked just in case.
It is said that all places where people live are the same, how is it that such a sh*t army exists in another world or on Earth?
Someone would think that this place would be an army.
They say the military isn’t like this these days.
‘Anyway, it gives me goosebumps.’
I glanced over at the student who was being disciplined for a moment.
I knew that there would be no people because of the field trip.
However, even so, it has to be absurd.
Because most of the students currently being disciplined are commoners or nobles of low status.
‘I want to see who you really are.’
People who do things like this usually have bad personalities.
That was when I thought so.
“Huh? What? Why aren’t you lying down and lingering around?”
A rather nervous voice came from my ear.
When I turn my head, a yellow-haired figure who looks like a bully tilts his head crookedly.
A contemplation that would look like Iljin to anyone.
But at that moment.
“Huh? Blind? Oh, are you him? A kid with an eye problem who shoots a bow well?”
Looking at my bandages, he smiles wickedly.
I’m not really blind, but being dissed like this makes me feel quite upset.
As if I wasn’t the only one, Miroel’s eyes widened.
“Are you the one who made my classmates do this?”
“Huh? Well, yes. Recently, freshmen say they don’t even say hello to their seniors. Especially the A class kids.”
He digs into his ear and gives a rough answer to the question.
No, we don’t even know each other, so what kind of f*cking greeting is this?
For a while, I was taken aback, he glanced at me and then continued.
“Anyway, kids these days are amazing. In my time, I couldn’t even look into the eyes of seniors… Oh, that’s right, you. I can’t see my eyes Anyway, I couldn’t even ask a question and just said hello at 90 degrees. It’s because I went to a dispatch. I just fell for the dog.”
If anyone sees you, you’ll think you’ve lived half of your life.
On the subject, at most, a year older than the students here.
-It’s absurd that a kid would say such a thing.
At that time, the first high elf who was supposed to have lived at least a few hundred years old, whom I heard next to him, made a genuinely dumbfounded expression.
I wonder if the corners of her mouth are shaking.
“Well, that’s all right. You’re blind and you’re Nabal, and you’re lying down like them.”
A bully who commands me as if it were natural while saying that.
Let’s think about my age before being possessed.
Before being possessed, I was 27 years old.
You can probably look six years older than the guy in front of you.
Let’s pretend he lived in modern times.
If I was in the military, I would have just been enlisted in private.
If I were a student, I would be at the age where I would just be in my second year after graduating for a while and engaging in social activities.
A guy like that points at me right now and tells me to lie down and stretch.
This is to the extent that the monk is so mad that he has nothing to say even if he breaks the popping pot with a wooden table.
‘I have to f*ck you properly, but is there no justification?’
When I was seriously thinking about how I could get rid of him.
“Haa, why can’t you understand once I say it?”
He slams his fist at me without hesitation.
I am contemplating how to make a justification, but I am in a situation where I am the first to wield violence.
I used my mind’s eye and leisurely avoided his fist.
Then, he smiled sinisterly.
“You started first. f*ck senior.”
***
Kiesa, a 2nd year student, couldn’t understand this situation at all.
The existence right in front of me is definitely a first year student.
A blind man who can’t even see.
However, will he be able to dodge all of his attacks?
-Whoa!
Every time he swings his fist, it keeps heading into the empty air.
He is none other than Class 2, Class A.
Even though it’s the bottom line, it’s in the top ranks for all sophomores.
However, a situation in which no one else is being made fun of by a first grader.
– Awesome!
In the end, I took out his wooden sword from the pocket of his son who lived in Ki where the fire was burning.
He brought it just in case to properly kill the rebellious guy, but he didn’t know that he would bring it out to a blind man.
“Do it in moderation!”
In a fit of anger, he swings a wooden sword.
A wooden sword that cuts through the atmosphere.
It is a movement that is less superfluous than before.
However.
– Huung!
I want you to avoid it comfortably, no different than before.
He looked at Kiesa right in front of him and smiled bewildered.
“You campaigned for a lot in one grade, but your skills are really poor.”
Kiesa’s veins sprout in his heavy facts.
Because I couldn’t imagine being ignored in this way by a blind person, not by anyone else.
– Hwaaak!
At that moment, he emits magic power.
A situation in which even the juniors are disciplined, and even radiate magical power.
If the professors saw this right now, they would have ripped it off right away.
“Die!”
He swung his wooden sword with all his might while exhaling death.
Without hesitation, Baran blew his magic into the primordial palace.
The next moment.
-Ugh!
An arrow made of magic appears from his hand.
-Kwaaang!
Kiesa’s attack is blocked by Baran with an arrow.
Thinking that her attack was blocked, Kiesa’s pupils dilated greatly.
“What is this…”
He obviously swung it with all his might.
No matter how much it is a wooden sword, any decent classmate would have just been knocked out by his blow.
But, this guy is something.
Rather than blocking it with a sword, wasn’t it leisurely blocking it with a strange bow?
“What is what is what? It’s just that you’re weak.”
With the corner of his mouth raised, he mocks Baran so that only he can hear it.
Kiesa frowned at his mockery.
Then, he continues swinging his sword.
– Huung! Whoa!
His sword cuts through the air and mercilessly points at it.
Each time the sword strikes, the sound of the atmosphere being torn echoes.
“Whoa. Whoa.”
Unfortunately, his attack didn’t even touch Baran’s body.
Until now, I have been treated by others.
However, being ridiculed in this way by only first-year students, it is impossible not to have a fever.
‘It can’t be helped.’
I was thinking of not using magic for a while.
However, if you stay like this, your senior’s face will be meaningless.
While thinking that, he was about to use magic.
-f*ck!
‘Eh?’
Suddenly, his attack hit Baran’s body.
In an unexpected situation, he opened his eyes wide.
‘What is it?’
Obviously, the guy who had been dodging well until now suddenly allowed the attack.
I wonder if he’s acting, but I don’t think it’s another thing to get down on one knee.
For some reason, I feel uncomfortable about something.
‘But now is my chance.’
Wouldn’t it be possible to be reversed if I gave you another chance just to look after you?
Kiesa felt a sense of incongruity, but continued to push him without thinking deeply.
Then, for some reason, unlike before, his movements became sluggish.
-f*ck! Pooh!
Every time you attack, you hear the sound of hitting something in the training ground.
The first graders look at it and cover their mouths with their hands.
“Well, shouldn’t that be dried?”
“Sure.”
“Someone, please stop it.”
“No, how can I dry that?”
They also want to stop this situation now.
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However, the opponent in front of me is none other than a sophomore.
However, he belongs to Class A.
It would be absurd for an extra, not even a supporting actor, to block him against him.
Doesn’t it seem like if they leave it and block it for no reason, they will be left behind too?
“Haa···········································································································. That’s why I’m going to go to the middle of the day.”
Kiesa looked down at Baran, who was covered in blood, and smiled with satisfaction.
Soon, he continues.
“You guys saw it too, right? In the future, if you go out in front of a senior, it will be like this…”
“How is it like this?”
At that time, while cutting his horse, someone asked a question.
He turned his head to see if another guy from Key was answering him.
Now then.
“D-Professor Dale?!”
Dale, smiling eerily, reflected in his field of vision.
For a moment, he hoped that Kiesa would be shocked to see Dale.
[You have cleared the sub-quest – Sophomore Kiesa.]
[I succeeded in f*cking him in an unexpected way. Rewards are given to players!]
Looking at the quest reward right in front of you, you were secretly smiling with satisfaction in the world.
Life is a real battle. Baby boy