Why is Sikhlund from another country loyal to the military?
Do you like this country? If there are people who say things like this, they are either scammers, or the police are monitoring them. People who live in the kingdom have to look relatively like fairies, and they say they like a country where there are no mysteries or entertainment.
give me a lot of money? This crazy country has an extreme structure in which even the strongest Yukjangseong cannot live in agitation. It is a very honest country, more like an obelisk than a pyramid, where the top 1% own the 1% of wealth. Most of the funds are managed by the military directly, and although they pour money to make weapons, they give only a small amount of personal wealth. The fact that there is no place to use it even if I collect it also plays a part.
There is only one reason why Sikhlund is loyal in such a damn country.
Because 'she' found him.
'She' in his memory, I didn't read it myself, so I didn't know it well, but I found Sieghrund who had hidden his identity.
After a long life of escape, Sikhlund, who lost who he really was and what he looked like, used her as the anchor of his ego and made himself.
she is special But she is not unique.
Because I can recognize him.
“Before, even now. It's the same face, isn't it? Even this one adds more. Before, it was at least a human face, but now it's like a statue I threw away because I was too lazy to make it. Is it okay if I make it yours?”
“… are you okay? i am me What do you know?”
“I don’t know, so I want you to know. your real face… No, really, who you are.”
really. When the word came out, Sikhlund showed a mineral expression. Rather than deliberately crafting to disguise his composure, he looked like he was ready with a lot of energy before he invented anything.
“Is who I am so important? I'm Sieghlund, the supreme leader, and changing my form is a powerful skill I have. it means me I don’t need any other characteristics to distinguish me.”
“What do you mean? Who doesn't know that you are here? I’m not asking because of my qualifications, but because of my qualifications.”
Fearing that he might lose himself, Sikhlund worked for her with the 'she' who recognized him as an anchor.
So, what should I do to shake him? Of course the anchor must be removed.
“I listen to people’s wishes and wishes and act. It is different from a prophet. They see a future with an answer and change the situation, but I get what they want from a given situation.”
“I don’t know what the difference is. They look the same to me.”
“It’s different. Because their hopes are real. real life. It was the only desire given to them from birth, and there was no need to question whether it was real or fake, and it was the desire of those who lived fiercely. I heard that wish.”
really. fake. really. A natural performer, Sieghrund, didn't give a damn, but as a mind-reader, I read a tingling sensation whenever I mentioned the real and the fake.
The anchor is a bit light. It vibrates every time you touch it. Only then will it be fixed.
“However, you are only obeying the orders of the military with the identity you created on the face you made. Is this the real you you found?”
“you… .”
I grabbed the anchor in his heart and pulled it out with a smile.
“It’s just a tool, isn’t it? Do you think you use the word life for tools these days?”
“… trivial provocation. Do you think you are confused about what to say?”
'It's an assault. Don't get caught up in here. read the wind? It must also be a kind of prophecy. Using the hatred and suspicion of Shiati and Historia, we must drive him back.'
He has no doubts about my abilities. Regarding the existence of a country that has reached the deepest part of the military, it is not easy to dismiss all of this as coincidence or luck. Be suspicious of anything, be wary, and dig into even the smallest details. Maybe it's the personality that came from being chased for a long time.
But thanks to his skepticism, he trusted my abilities perfectly.
“Did I tell you earlier? I read the wind.”
“… What?”
“I want to get back what you lost. But why are you doing this?”
The anchor of existence is not a port. He is nothing more than a drifting ship in distress in the open sea.
In other words, even the self of Sikhlund is actually just a fabrication.
“The more you play the role of Sieghrund, the more distant you will be from your original self, right? fake mission. fake life. fake face. You are faithful to the role of Sieghlund up to your goal as a growth supreme, not your own wish. why… Leah! protect me!”
There was no need to speak. At that moment, Sikhlund, threatened with existence, kicked off the ground and ran towards me.
no reason. It is just and natural to resist when someone tries to stab you with a knife. Sikhlund tried to defend himself by rejecting me who attacked the ego.
But in front of me is Historia.
“Leave it… !”
Historia, who was not slowing down, responded in time. Worried that I might get caught up in the aftermath of the fight and get hurt, she took two steps forward and confronted Sikhlund. Holding her one leg tight, she blew a kick that seemed to snatch the rushing Sieg Hlund.
quaah.
It was a collision close to disaster. An explosion sounded and the broken floor bounced in all directions. Historia's qigong and explosive mirrors have a repulsive property.
A type of qigong that is difficult to handle but easy to write roughly. Historia spread it generously. The collision of the two s*xes with enormous pores produced similar results to the collision of rubber balls rolling against each other. The two slid across the ground, moving away from each other like a mirror.
“day off! Be careful!”
Historia, who realized his goal in one clash, shouted.
“He's after you!”
Shortly thereafter, Sikhlund charged again. Not Historia, but directly towards me.
Without even trying to hide their intentions, they are looking straight at me. Historia, who ran in a hurry, blocked him in front of him and pulled out his arms.
detonator, detonation.
The bluish qigong pushed everything away. Explosions used by Historia, who is at the highest level of growth, as much as the amount of qigong. Even Sikhlund can't block it head-on. Instead, he rocked his body back and forth.
The basics of jujutsu is letting go. Instead of going against the flow, he digs through the cracks. Like a ship that does not break even in the face of a headwind, he proceeded calmly, step by step.
'He is also a master of battle. I don't know if I will win or lose, but I can't protect Huey.'
Historia, who understood the opponent's rank, looked at me and cried.
“Escape to safety!”
“okay!”
I nodded my head and clung to Historia's back. Historia was startled by the sudden contact.
“What are you doing?!”
“The only safe place here is behind your back. Please.”
“Dangerous! Even the aftermath of Qigong cannot be ignored!”
“It's better to be swept away by the aftermath than to die. Wow! Leah, in front!”
A hand stretched out between Historia's armpits. As her long fingers were about to snatch her hem of her robe, Historia noticed it and wrapped her right arm around her Sieg Hlund's arm.
At that moment, Sikhlund slid into Historia. By tucking his knees deep and breaking his arm, Sieg Hlund shook Historia's center of gravity at once.
'Jujutsu?! Dangerous. Lost the bottom… !'
Among the weak, it is said that it is more advantageous to occupy the upper hand. Because it can add weight to the force.
It is the opposite for those who have learned qigong. Just the weight doesn't help much. The force of pushing through the qigong is stronger than the force of pulling, so if the lower part is taken away, the foot will fall off the ground. If so, then it's communism.
'danger… sun… !'
Much less, the groundwork of Historia is a bombshell. It is strong against repulsion, but inferior to adsorption. Historia's body trembled, unable to withstand the force pushing it from below.
Of course, winning is not decided immediately by taking the bottom. The problem, however, was that Historia was not alone now.
'Hugh!'
Because Sikhlund was going to clear Historia and target me. Historia gritted her teeth and endured, but the limit came faster.
“not… !”
Whoops. Historia's body bounced back, and Sieghrund, who had cleared the obstacle, straightened out a fierce shot at me, who was behind me. The sound of cutting the air filled the control room… .
But his fist slipped. Because I was clinging to Historia's back and flying side by side.
Whoa. If I hadn't held on tight, I'd have been in trouble. There is a reward in being lifted up when flying.
Clinging to Historia’s back, I exclaimed with a sense of liberation.
“Ahahaha! You look ugly! Did you get stabbed in the corner? I can't help it! All of your wishes I read were fake!”
“day off! If you don't provoke him… !”
“It's already too late! If you have come this far, you must go all the way!”
Historia, who managed to keep her balance even in the air, stood upright with her feet on the barbed wire that covered the wall. Of course she kept me hanging back.
Because it's like this, it's like I'm lying on my stomach, so it's very comfortable. I laughed at Sikhlund, who looked up at us from below.
“I’m sorry, but you don’t have the right to say anything to me! Even if I listen to people's wishes from the standpoint of contemplation, it's true. The real me, the real me. I heard the wish of a man who lives fiercely with real life! It’s different from you, who throws away your face, name, and identity every time you need it!”
Taste the mind reader's taunts. Swipe only the weak spots to make pajuma. At my provocation, Sikhlund ran straight towards this wall.
Historia, who was actually fighting, was suddenly caught between the two and was in trouble.
“day off! Too much provocation!”
“Because I can’t do it anymore! It’s like riding on a tiger’s back!”
“I can’t guarantee the odds of winning even with 1:1, but I can’t fight with you on my back… ! Especially if you don't have a weapon… .”
“Do you need a weapon?”
If it's a weapon, you can use it right away.
He pulled out a diamond card from his sleeve. After performing the alchemy conversion via the biometric terminal, it was lightly draped over Historia's shoulder, invisible to Sikhlund. Without even looking at Historia, she recognized the identity of her heavy touch.
“gun?”
“It’s the alchemy weapon I used. The bullets are in.”
Historia grabbed the gun and naturally put her finger on the trigger and turned it around once. True to the name of the musketeer, she understood the structure of the revolver and the number of remaining ammunition with that alone.
And got angry.
“It only has three legs!”
“I didn’t have time to fill it up.”
“It’s okay, how about three bullets… ! Are you sure it’s three more legs?!”
'Zeroing is the technique of catching a zero point with three bullets. You must have at least four legs to use it!'
“Shh! I don't know if Sikhlund has three legs! If you don't know, it's like six or three feet! Imaginary bullets will hold him in check!”
“Puck… !”
Still couldn't get a sharp edge, so Historia took the gun and hid it under her sleeve. I've never been taught this kind of trick. I think I remember the jokes I used to play when I was playing cards in the old days.
Then, suddenly, Historia swept down the handle of the revolver with her long finger and fell into thought.
'This gun. Kind of like what Huey gave me when he asked me to use a gun. Yeah… . I don't know if he remembers.'
“I’ll do it right away. Somewhere safe… . no. Hold on tight until you go down!”
After finishing her words, Historia jumped down at once, as if the lattice wire was like a staircase. Just before she fell to the ground, she slowed down a bit, and I grabbed the barbed wire that was about to fall off the wall and jumped to the floor.
I'm used to rolling on the ground, but I don't want to get used to my back muscles getting stiff. As I was waking up, I saw the sight of Historia blocking the front of Sikhlund again.