712 – 8. Last Words (86)
The body was moving as it pleased. As the swords bounced off each other, her man dug into her arms and his free hand traced her waist.
Jeongjung-dong (停中movement).
The hatchet is pulled out at surprisingly fast speed. However, the man’s agility was impossible to keep up with, and he slightly turned his head to avoid the blade of my ax before kissing his lips.
‘What a fool!’
It was probably such an accusation.
Boom!
When the pommel hit the solar plexus, there was a sound of the air being torn apart behind my back. I had no choice but to break down in tears, vomit blood, and take a step back.
I only allowed one blow, but my limbs were thrilled. Judging from the way my stomach was pounding, I guess all of my internal organs were exploding.
Nevertheless, I stood.
It was an incomprehensible result.
I found out the whole story right after I fell to my knees, coughing up blood.
“Did you use ‘Half Heaven’ unconsciously?”
With a cold mocking tone, the man said that to me.
“It appears that the assimilation rate is rising smoothly… “I’m already out of my mind.”
Who am I?
I did not relax my grip on the handle of the sword, and even as I staggered to my feet, those questions did not leave my mind.
Just a thought that comes to mind, yes.
“You have to protect it…….”
These were the words he uttered while adjusting his grip to his sword and taking his stance.
The man stood silently and looked at me. Her slightly furrowed brow told her that he was not at ease.
“The world.”
“That’s right, kid.”
Her man’s face was still grim. I can’t read any intention of fighting in the way he looks at me with his sword hanging down.
But it’s a trap.
The essence of ‘Jeong Jung-dong’ was that it was free to switch between offense and defense in any stance. If he put his mind to it, he could assume thousands of postures in an instant.
Therefore, his tone was always flat. Is this an expression of confidence that a response is possible no matter what measures are taken?
“But, that is my ‘will’… “I guess that’s not your mission?”
With a thud, he kicks the ground and leaps.
Once again, a battle to split seconds into seconds takes place. Bang, bang, bang. Every time dozens of sword strikes struck, a variety of explosive noises rang out, piercing my heart.
But the wins and losses are the same as before.
With a bang, an explosion explodes from inside his skull. It was the result of a direct hit to the temple by the man’s sword.
He hesitated and took a step back again. This was not a man who could be left calmly.
A kick that hits the side and hits hard.
I couldn’t even scream and rolled on the ground. The man walked languidly and narrowed the gap between me and him.
“At best, did you make this mess just to become like me?”
Wood!
The man’s foot tramples my wrist. A force strong enough to crush bones and joints in an instant.
An uncontrollable moan escaped from my mouth.
“At best, to become a ‘fake’? Then… ….”
My free hand splits the air, grabbing the man’s ankle. The man jumped lightly and retreated behind her, and in the end, my hand was only holding the handle of the sword that had fallen.
It was right after that that the man’s kick hit me directly in the solar plexus once again.
Sense of floating into the sky, consciousness disappearing slightly and then returning. The pain of your body rolling around on the ground like crazy, leaving all kinds of scratches on your skin.
In fact, it was not at the level of a scratch.
Every time the skin is torn or hit by a small rock, a heavy pain is felt inside the body. Only after crashing into a large rock with a bang did the barefoot march stop.
Cluck, cough.
After vomiting blood for an unknown number of times, my vision became a little clearer. The sound of footsteps approaching me was the first thing to hit my open eardrums.
“There is no reason for me to deal with you.”
Who am I?
Why are we fighting so desperately here?
Is there a reason why it has to be like that? What kind of mission do I have?
No matter how many questions pass through your mind, there is only one sentence that comes to mind.
“Three, the world… ….”
I feel the ground with trembling hands. In order to hold the sword, this was the only means due to lack of perfect vision.
“I have to save…” Kkuuuck?!
However, the recovery failed.
The man’s hand violently grabbed my neck and lifted it up. Our heights were similar, but her man raised his hand higher than her head, so my body naturally floated in the air.
Cold golden eyes are visible.
Who is the man reflected in that retina?
“You have to save the world?”
“Hey, promise… ….”
“Of course it should be so. “So did I.”
I can’t breathe as the hand holding my throat tightens. My vision suddenly turns white, and even though I struggle, the man’s strong wrists do not budge.
I kept struggling.
“I wanted to save the world. I made a promise to my precious people… However, in order to save the world, there were more than one thing that had to be given up.”
“Everything, every… ….”
The faces that come to mind overlap.
Brown hair, blue eyes resembling sapphires. A senior with a doll-like cute appearance.
No, is it ‘senior’? Why is it that only the title ‘Samae’ comes out of my mouth?
The questions and answers continue.
“Could any human being be worth more than the world?”
“Ears, sword… ….”
Gray hair, blue eyes resembling the deep sea.
No, my junior doesn’t look like this. It did not exude such decadent beauty.
Why doesn’t it come to mind?
“To protect what was most important, I sacrificed everything else. “Because it was the best.”
“s*x, girl… ….”
My beloved wife.
“Are you still going to say my choice was wrong?”
“I, ha… ….”
She may seem like a fool, but she is a girl I want to protect.
“Still?”
“M, ma… ….”
I have to save him.
“Still?!”
Boom, boom, boom!
The thrown body bounces several times on the ground like an elastic ball. Every time I hit it, my bones broke, my face was crushed, and my skin was torn, exposing my inner flesh.
Strangely enough, it didn’t hurt.
I just calculated it unconsciously.
Black, none. Her hatchet fell at the end of the attack and was lost.
Are there no remaining military officers?
“No matter how much you increase the assimilation rate, it’s the same, baby…” “I am the source of your skills.”
The hands that were groping the ground, the waist.
“You can’t beat me by being a ‘fake’ at best.”
From the waist to the chest.
“I am your ‘future.'”
Tap.
I felt something solid in my arms. It was an incident that left me in a daze for a moment.
There was no part that I could have guessed. Was I carrying something in my arms?
I took it out with trembling hands and saw a jet black stick.
‘Is that ‘strength’? ‘The struggle of a powerless person?’
There was a question that suddenly came to mind.
‘If not you, who will do it?’
There was a face that suddenly appeared.
‘Lord, thank you… you… ….’
There was a prayer that suddenly came to mind.
‘I will continue to suffer countless losses. There will be many times when you cry and regret it… It hurts and is hard, so I want to quit everything. I want to give up! But, but… ….’
Suddenly, literally suddenly.
‘I will protect you.’
There was a promise that came to mind.
Never forget, my starting line.
A question comes to mind again.
Who am I?
‘Because I am ‘Ian Perkus’.’
Why are you here?
‘After all, a great knight…… !’
‘Because I don’t lie.’
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Why on earth am I?
‘I’m glad.’
Because there is a mission.
‘Because Master Ian is the best knight I know… ….’
Jeobug, jerk.
The sound of the man taking steps was clear. I gritted my teeth and pulled up with all my strength. No matter how many times I slipped and fell, it was okay.
Looking at me moaning, the man said.
“It’s a fun toy.”
At best, it is just a short stick. I wondered what on earth I could do against an enemy I couldn’t deal with even with a sword or hatchet.
I chewed my lip and adjusted my posture.
Immediately after that, Ilhap.
Kang, the sword and the stick clash. But the remaining strength was sorely lacking.
The jet black stick flying into the air spins and spins.
Do I have to suffer another defeat from the man who digs into my arms? The moment that thought occurred to me.
Pure white light tears through space.
It was a time when I was unable to say anything as the area changed in an instant. Suddenly, I felt someone grab the jet black stick that was idling repeatedly in the sky.
And the moment I looked back.
“Ian.”
Leto was standing there.
He was speechless. He just quietly held out the jet-black stick to me and gave me the main point.
“It’s something I forgot.”
Pointing in a certain direction with your finger.
“By the way, there too.”
My eyes quickly turned in that direction. There, there was a small meadow. In a peaceful landscape painting where birds are chirping, butterflies are flying, and a squirrel is stuffing his cheeks with acorns.
In front of a tree located in the center, a woman was sitting leaning against a tree.
“Ian Perkus.”
With a gentle smile.
“Shall we finalize the ‘deal’?”
The woman with reddish brown hair said so.
It was the end of a long contract.