1. The first letter (20)
In a small clearing in the forest, between the sparse trees, humans and animals drew circles. Their eyes crossed with the tense silence.
The man was holding a sword, but the beast was holding nothing. There was no need to do that as the huge body, which was well over 2m in height, was already a weapon.
The man’s body, staring at the wolf in silence, already looked battered.
Mud and dried blood dripped everywhere, and the cotton cloth wrapped around the forearm had long been soiled. And the breathing that becomes rough just by walking and the eyes that lose focus for a moment.
It wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right away. The beast was aiming for this moment.
He was a man of strangely weak signs. I couldn’t hear my breathing or my heartbeat. I wouldn’t even know if I was alive if I hadn’t felt the heavy breathing and the raging heartbeat.
Wolf’s subordinates were all beaten by this man. They were defeated one by one, and even if they were driven in groups of two or three, they could not overcome this man.
He was supposed to be on the strong side among humans. Among the prey he had ever hunted, he was the most skilled.
The sight of him spilling out his intestines and strewn about must be pretty cool.
The wolf, who inherited the artistic temperament of the beast, was quite happy with that alone. His breathing was slightly disturbed.
The man, on the other hand, remained calm throughout. At least on the surface it was. His insides were heated to the point of burning.
I lost my temper for a while. The man, Ian thought so.
No matter how I thought about it, my physical condition was not normal. As if the muscles had already reached their limits, they screamed every time they exerted strength. The stiffened movement was proving this.
And the beast in front of him at least looked different from the enemies he had faced so far. It must be something like a boss, but not only his weight class, but also his intelligence seemed superior.
So, isn’t it a prudent approach? The monsters he had made into corpses until now couldn’t do that.
Recklessly burning with hostility, rushing at him, or not noticing him and dying in a surprise attack.
If you make a mistake, you die. As if walking on thin ice, Ian’s steps became cautious.
It was an opponent who could die even if he didn’t make a mistake. If he was careless even for a moment, he might face death in an instant.
Emma’s enemy was in front of her eyes. As a friend, I couldn’t avenge it, but I couldn’t share the gloomy reunion in the underworld.
Ian’s golden eyes followed the wolf’s movements.
It was to notice the ‘sense’. Although he was walking at a leisurely pace now, his opponent was a beast. No matter how patient he was, he could not overcome his innate ferocity.
Soon the limits of patience will come, and if so, the movements of the muscles will inevitably change.
That moment was an opportunity. Even with empty words, Ian’s body was not in a condition to consider a long-term battle. I had to stab the gap somehow and put an end to it at once.
How much was the war of nerves between Ian and Wolf?
The wolf’s muscles twitched. An imaginary trajectory was drawn in front of Ian’s eyes.
It is now. The moment Ian thought so and twisted his body.
Puck, and a dull shock passed through his body.
It felt like being hit by a bullet. No, it was an acceleration that did not even show an afterimage of that terrifying weight. Even the shell itself was enough.
“Big, billion… … !”
His eyes widened of their own accord, and blood gushed out of his mouth. The body flew off on its own and landed on a wooden pole.
Kung, the tree that had been struck by the mass of an adult male out of nowhere trembled and shook violently. At the same time, the man’s vision was also shaken violently.
Aww, Ian groaned and instinctively crouched down. Every part of my body ached. He protected his body with magic, but even that had its limits.
In the end, it was invisible.
To be more precise, it was visible. like an afterimage. So Ian could twist his body.
But that was the end. Ian’s body was too tired to dodge the charge.
The senses were absurdly sharp. It was as if Ian had relearned how to perceive the world. The world is so dense and sending various signals.
It was an incomparably sharper feeling compared to the last time I fought against Seria. However, the exhausted body could not immediately carry out the brain’s commands.
So the blow was allowed. In the current state of the body, this was fatal.
Naturally, the wolf did not give the man time to catch his breath.
It took a while to brake, perhaps because it ran so fast, but the wolf used the reaction force as a stepping stone and rushed again at high speed.
The wolf’s mouth widened open. Ian instinctively put magic into the sword he was holding.
Then hook and throw. It was the same reaction speed as the spinal cord reflex that did not go through the brain.
The blade, spinning at breakneck speed, was sucked into the wolf’s jaws with its momentum. As the speed at which the blade flew added to the wolf’s acceleration, the wolf’s mouth could not even reach Ian.
The bewildered wolf clenched his teeth and managed to restrain the blade. However, the magical blade continued its advance, gritting its teeth as if resisting its terrifying grip.
White tooth powder flew away with a loud, goosebumps sound. It was at that moment that Ian pulled the hatchet from his waistband.
His hatchet slashed the bridge of the wolf’s nose as it approached him. With a click, blood spurted from the black wolf’s muzzle.
It would be nice if the wolf’s head was stuck on the ground, but the wolf’s strength was incomparably stronger than the wolves he had dealt with so far.
The beast only howled in sudden agony and took a step backwards.
The sword fell between the gaping jaws. Ian immediately grabbed a hatchet and jumped into the wolf’s arms, but the wolf was also a formidable opponent.
Kagak, and the sound of the hatchet and claws interlocking echoed. It was because the wolf instinctively swung its front paws to stop Ian from rushing.
The wolf leaped into the air from the spot and turned around. If you catch that bastard and sell it to the circus, you’ll get a pretty good price.
Ian imagined such nonsense and quickly grabbed the sword that had fallen to the ground. As long as the distance was widened, additional shots were impossible.
1 win 1 loss.
The wolf growled low, bending over. The bridge of his nose was dripping with blood. Blood foamed from his nose on the wolf’s tangled breath.
Seeing the scene, Ian curled up his lips mockingly.
“Heo-eok, hee-kuk… Heo-eok, are you sick?”
The wolf didn’t answer. He just scratched his neck with a more wary look than before.
Ian also wanted to shout ‘I’m in more pain, you bastard!’ but couldn’t because he was out of breath.
He just gasped and smiled.
It felt like my lungs were tight. The pain from the sprint still lingered. It was the same even though he twisted his body at the end to let go of the shock and protected himself with magic.
I felt raw pain in my arm, like scratching a bone. At least that meant the bones were cracked. I felt a sharp pain. Ian’s arms trembled.
It’s been disadvantageous. Ian thought so.
Even so, it was a weakened strength. It’s a shame because the density of the aura went up more and more during the fight, otherwise it wouldn’t have been able to penetrate even the skin.
In fact, even the hand axe had been locked in because the soft part like the nose was the point of impact.
Of course, there are advantages as well.
Hostility was still burning in the wolf’s eyes, but there was also a feeling of embarrassment and fear that could not be hidden.
I opened my mouth to put an end to it, but it seemed that I did not know that my choice would threaten my life. Now he wouldn’t be able to show off those sharp teeth.
As the protruding snout proves, the most lethal weapon possessed by most beasts was their teeth and their gnashing power. In other words, the wolf had one of its main weapons sealed.
If you do this, it’s worth it. The only problem was that Ian’s stamina was long past its limit and the wolf only suffered one wound.
He was a clever guy. As long as his momentum was dampened by an injury, there was no way he wouldn’t use it.
And Ian’s prediction was exactly right.
The wolf kicked the ground. It was the terrifying speed of the torso that he showed at the beginning. Ian gave up his counterattack and threw himself as soon as he noticed.
Ian’s body rolled to the ground. And then, in preparation for the follow-up hit, he hurriedly raised his body while holding his sword.
Ian distanced himself from him again and found the wolf glaring at him.
“… … Messy, nonsense… young.”
The man spat out blood from his mouth and muttered that. The wolf’s intention was obvious.
It meant going to Earth War. Then it was clear who would get exhausted first.
The wolf had the upper hand in speed. Even if they wanted to attack first, they couldn’t catch up if the wolf put forward their unique mobility. However, there was no way to attack from a distance.
Throwing weapons was also an option, but the risk was too high. If the weapon was not retrieved, it was doomed.
Even Ian couldn’t figure out why he was so good at throwing, which he had never practiced in the first place.
The wolf didn’t give Ian long to think. rush once again.
Ian’s body rolled to the ground. It was an unavoidable choice. And the moment when he gasped for breath and showed signs of delay.
Pak, the wolf approached and its claws pierced the ground. If Ian hadn’t rolled his body at the last moment, it was a claw that would have been lodged in his body.
He tried to retaliate with his sword, but the proper power did not come out from the stance of rolling the ground. The wolf took a step backwards before the magic was formed on the sword.
Oh, I needed time to put magic on the sword. Ian gritted his teeth and staggered to his feet.
A few workshops came and went like that.
A few times I rolled on the ground to avoid it, and a few times I raised my sword to block the claws. The wolf was never in a hurry.
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Just as a hunter drives his prey, the wolf drives Ian mercilessly.
Ian’s breathing became more and more rapid.
Oxygen couldn’t get to the brain properly, so I was confused. My vision blurred, and my eyes, which always had a cool light, were unfocused.
My body wasn’t listening properly. His muscles stiffened like lead, unable to carry out the commands of his instincts properly. Wolf saw it and felt joy.
The excitement of hunting heated the beast’s brain. Pleasure substances were secreted, bloodshot eyes and breathing became rough.
The beast was intuitively aware. The moment he allowed another blow, that man was finished.
It was the opponent who inflicted scratches on his body. For the first time in his life, the wolf felt fear as the blade slid through its open mouth. That stimulated the wolf’s excitement and alertness at the same time.
I want to kill that human quickly and prove my strength. The wolf’s instinct was wriggling and fanning him to bite and kill that human right away.
But the wolf persevered. It was because he believed that the results would be revealed soon.
It soon became clear that the wolf’s judgment was correct.
I couldn’t avoid the exhausted wolf’s charge. With a pop, the man’s body flew through the sky. no.
In fact, rather than the expression ‘fly’, the expression ‘shot’ was more appropriate. The moment the wolf’s huge body was shot at blind speed, its momentum was beyond imagination. was struck directly by it.
With a thump, the man’s body, which was once again impaled on the wooden pole, slipped. The handle of the sword he was holding until the end looked miserable. Trees shuddered and shed their leaves from the shockwave.
The man’s breath, which had been faintly felt, died down. I couldn’t even feel a heartbeat. A clear sign of death.
The wolf’s heart beat. did you finally win?
However, the beast was cautious until the last moment. As if fearing that it might be a trap, the beast crouched and circled around it.
Even so, the man’s breathing was not felt again. The heartbeat was the same. Now the wolf’s patience was at its limit.
The wolf strode and admired the corpse I had made. It was beautiful.
The wolf, who was looking at Ian with rapturous eyes, carefully pulled out his sharp claws. Like an artist who is afraid that the contents will hurt even a little.
If you cut the stomach with this claw, the intestines will flow out.
The shock must have accumulated, so I didn’t know if my intestines were bursting. It was a pity, but it was still the best thing the wolf had ever gotten.
The moment the wolf raised its claws and carefully brought them to the stomach.
snooze, do
I heard the sound of blades digging. He wouldn’t have brought his claws yet, so why?
The wolf’s curious gaze looked down. There, a man with a cold smile.
“… … Voila.”
A sword imbued with thick magical power was piercing his throat.
The wolf’s accident stopped. He must have died, but I checked it several times. I couldn’t feel any breathing or heartbeat. Wasn’t there even a slight movement?
However, the pain that I felt in my throat, the air that didn’t enter my lungs even when I gasped, and my body that gradually stopped listening.
He was letting him know that what he was seeing was real. The wolf’s black eyes stared blankly at the man and at the blade that pierced his neck.
The man gritted his teeth and gave strength to the hand holding the handle of the sword.
“I’m actually alive.”
And the blade poked into the wolf’s nape a little more.
Blood gushed out like a fountain. Only then did the beast belatedly howl. It was a tremendous performance that resonated through the forest, as much as its weight class.
It was the pitiful scream of a dying animal, of a prey beaten by a hunter.