10

"The art of good... uddick! Lord..."

Yi Na-chun made his body as light as a feather by using the technique of wonder.

Based on its lightness, Lee Na-chun made a tremendous swift attack.

Shishik!

He went here and there at a tremendous speed, cutting Iris to keep him out of sight.

Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!

When Lee Na-cheon's black speed was achieved, the strength of the ship hit the scales of Iris with a louder sound than before.

However, its strength could not have hurt the scales of the dragon.

Lee Na-chun knew that, too. That I can't give that asshole a scratch at this rate.

[What are you doing?] You've only been this loud?!]

Iris shouted at Inachon's onslaught at him, perhaps bored. Lee Na-chun was angry at the cry, but as she said, Lee Na-cheon was only this much.

Lee Na-cheon was so energetic that he was less than 400 years old that he was already on the verge of being in Pian, but he was not as good as he was.

He felt that he could not do as it is and launched his best attack.

"The lead sword! Biggie! Chen Chung-sun-gum!"

At the moment, Iris's sight in the shape of Lee Na-chun disappeared. Iris rushed to find the image of Inachun but could not find it anywhere else.

Jihyo, who came to school, just stood up to head to the cafeteria for lunch. At that time, a machine sounded from a square speaker on the blackboard, and a middle-aged man's voice was heard.

"Ah... Shin Ji-hyo of third grade S class. Please come to the teacher's office. Say it again. Shin Ji-hyo of S class in 3rd grade, please come to the teacher's office right now."

"Huh? What's going on?"

Jihyo nodded sideways, as if what was going on. However, thinking alone could not have made it known. Jihyo thought, 'Well, you'll find out when you go,' and immediately headed straight to the teacher's office.

On the way to the teacher's office, female students in the hallway gathered at Jihyo and asked her if she would like to have a meal together. Jihyo politely declined it. However, there was no end to the girls' recommendations.

Jihyo was able to get to the teacher's office with difficulty. She carefully opened the sliding door made of plastic.

A giggle...

The door sounded a little smack of iron, perhaps long after being greased.

"Well... excuse me."

"Oh, it's Jihyo. Here it is."

"Ah... Yes."

It was Soma's homeroom teacher who called Jihyo. Jihyo hesitated at the moment, at the grotesque feeling of running down the backstem. Something, ominous, seemed to happen.

Jihyo faced Soma's homeroom teacher.

He had the appearance of an impressive next-door uncle. He was wearing a slightly splashed stomach and sweatpants. The teacher was a physical education teacher. His name is Hong Jin-ha.

He offered Jihyo a seat.

"Come, have a seat there."

Jihyo nodded and sat down on the seat he recommended.

Jihyo, who sat down, asked him.

"Thank you. But... What's the matter with..."

Then he waved his hand and said as if it were no big deal.

"Oh, not that important. Soma. You didn't come to school today... Are you sick or something?"

"What?! Soma?!"

At the moment, Jihyo felt ominous. It's similar to when I entered the teacher's office.

At that time, as Jihyo guessed, Soma was being stabbed in the heart by Lee Na-chun's sword.

Jihyo lied to him that Soma had a cold today. He was a little suspicious, but he told Jihyo, the school's influential figure, that he didn't know if he could have said such a thing, and he said he could go.

Then Jihyo greeted him and left the teacher's office.

'Please, I hope it's okay.'

Jihyo eagerly hoped in her heart.

That day Jihyo missed her afternoon class and left school early on the pretext of being sick. It would not have been an ordinary student. This also revealed how influential Jihyo is without filtering.

Jihyo left the school gate and headed home without erasing the ominous feeling.

* * *

A man was walking in the woods. He was quite a handsome man. The clothes were dressed in red. No, it was originally white, but there was a red stain on it.

"Damn it... Cuckoo!"

The man vomited something out of his mouth. And it got on the man's clothes. It was red, the same color as the stain on the clothes the man is wearing now. It was blood. The man's whiteness was no longer red.

He was Lee Na-chun, who exhausted all his energy in the fight against Iris and ran away using Soma as bait.

Lee Na-chun was barely moving forward, wearing an internal wound and a heavy body. Once, it had to stay away from the blue dragon. It was unclear how the angry dragon would turn out because humans would be dead.

Lee Na-chun had not known until then that Iris valued the human more than he thought.

Yi Na-cheon walked with his sword, Baekgwangsa, as a cane. And when he walked to some extent, he picked any tree and put his hand on it. And absorbed the vitality of the tree.

"Hahahaha... Cuckoo!"

His face grew brighter and brighter. Soon, however, his face darkened again. This is because the trees have exhausted all their vitality and become dry. When the tree was gray, Inacheon vomited blood once again. In fact, Lee Na-chun was hardly hurt in the fight against Iris. On the contrary, it was Iris's side that was more hurt. Nevertheless, he vomits blood because he consumes too much energy. Even now, if it hadn't absorbed the vitality of the tree, it wouldn't have been known when it would have died.

The leaves hanging from the tree began to fall off one by one. The leaves that fell to the ground were also as dry and twisted as a tree. Perhaps this tree won't be able to blossom green leaves again.

Lee Na-chun repeated that several times.

And when he did the act about ten times, there was nothing else but life there. He smiled at what he had done and drew the Baekgwangsa Temple from top to bottom.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Then there was a crack in the space where the sword was wielded, and a door appeared. No, it was light rather than door. A beam of light turned into two. And the light continued to grow. Soon after, when the number of the beams of light was too high to leak, Inacheon moved toward the light.

"I will certainly kill you next time you come!"

When Inacheon went into the light and disappeared completely, so did the light. The only thing left was the silence of midsummer when the light disappeared.

* * *

Soma was dreaming. No, dream... It seemed that However, I couldn't be sure it was a dream. It was because the feeling of the wind blowing from afar was so vivid.

"What is it? I don't think it's a dream..."

He crouched in the cold wind and walked along the road.

It was in the middle of the night in the mountains. There was no destination. Only the thought of having to keep walking lingered in Soma's head.

Soma was not out of breath even though she walked in the mountains for several nights.

Soma looked down at her chest. Still the chest was tingling and blood was running out. It had been quite pierced by Inachun's sword. Soma said with a light sigh.

"Ha... am I... dead?"

He recalled when he was 'dead'.

Iris became a dragon and flew into the sky, and Lee Na-chun, who spread his wings, chased her, leaving Soma alone.

"Be careful..."

Soma, who was left alone, looked up at the sky and wished Iris safe.

The fight was a little behind Iris. Lee Na-chun was moving so fast that it was invisible to Soma's eyes that he hacked through the Iris. However, Iris did not seem to be very shocked, so Soma was relieved and wished the fight to end safely.

Then, Lee Na-chun was completely out of Soma's sight. And when it reappeared, it was a little higher than Iris.

Suddenly, blue water gushed from the side of her body.

Soma assumed it would be blood and shouted.

"Iris!"

Lee Na-chun looked at Soma at the cry. And not long after, the window of water pierced the wings of Inacheon quite a bit. And when the second window of water flew in, the image of Lee Na-chun, as before, was out of Soma's sight.

Soma looked around for Inacheon and found it running right in front of her.

"Kuck!"

Soma could feel a sense of heterogeneity coming through her body.

He bowed his head toward a little prickly place. The Soma's eyes opened wide. What Soma saw. It was his own heart. That's left. Soma's left chest was neatly penetrated by Inachun's sword.

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