Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 177

Episode 177 White Hair, Ninety-Nine Middles (2)

Amidst tension.

While everyone’s eyes were focused.

pop!

Bikir’s bow spat arrows.

It flies in a parabola that is close to a straight line, and soon knocks on the target.

…suck!

together? The plugging sound is a bit odd.

Bianca doubted her eyes.

“……6 points?”

I was so shocked that the words came out of my mouth.

Bianca’s face flushes red at the fact that others found out that she had been conscious of Bikir all along.

But fortunately, it was not noticed because all the people gathered had the same reaction.

“Huh? What’s wrong now?”

“Well… 6 points is also a score…”

“Oh, it’s a waste! I must have made a mistake!”

“Oh, maybe it was the birth of a new record. I ruined it at the end.”

Everyone gathers their mouths and whispers.

Vikir quietly put down his bow, as if he had no particular interest.

There is an employee who collects arrows later at night, so there is no need to retrieve them.

yet.

Pivik –

Vikir’s record is displayed in real time on the mana display board in front of you.

143 10-point shots and 1 6-point shot at the end.

As a result, Bikir shot a total of 144 arrows and scored 1436 points out of 1440.

It was only one point lower than Bianca’s 1437 points, which were 141 10-point shots and 3 9-point shots.

Winning by one point, Bianca was more dumbfounded than delighted.

‘What’s the 6 at the end? Why is the guy who got only 10 points right all the time? Have you suddenly lost your concentration?’

Honestly, even when I shot the X10 at the end, I didn’t think I could win.

That’s because Bikir’s momentum was unstoppable.

However, after overcoming it in vain, I only have doubts.

People scattered as easily as they came together.

“Ah, it’s gone. Let’s go practice.”

“Still, if you’re from a commoner, it’s amazing.”

“But a new record is that hard to break.”

“Wasn’t it just luck in the first place? The target was a bit close.”

Those who do not know much about bows pick up and serve at random and go their separate ways.

but.

“…”

Bianca waited patiently for Bikir to leave and for all the rambunctious onlookers to disappear.

Eventually, by the time all eyes on her surroundings had disappeared, she crossed over to the end of the passage where no one was there.

The targets are seen with numerous arrows messily stuck. These are to be collected by staff after the curfew each night.

Bianca clicked her tongue at Bikir’s target.

“…I was just wondering how he got into the academy with such a low mana reserve.”

Do slugs have a knack for rolling? Bikir wasn’t a saengnim who could only write well.

However, Bianca did not harbor any aristocratic envy or envy at the fact that a commoner had just as much achievement as an aristocrat.

It just burns the spirit of victory and the desire to win.

‘Haha, when I saw Naphtali finished and took off his clothes, the small muscles were no joke. It’s a sign of harsh training.’

If it’s a bow, it’s a way to fully demonstrate my skills with a small amount of mana.

If the amount of mana is at least well distributed and long-distance deals are added, it can be of great help to colleagues.

‘Well, I’m not interested in men… He’s definitely a bit peculiar.’

Bianca analyzed the arrows in the target with her chin on her chin.

In the center of Bikir’s target stood a thick cylinder.

Numerous arrows were densely clustered in one place, so it looked like a pillar.

Arrows all embedded within 10 points.

Some of them are torn apart by arrows coming from behind.

But those weren’t Bianca’s concerns.

A single misfired shot.

Bianca noticed an arrow lodged in the blue line near the edge of Bikir’s target.

The last 6-point shot. Because of this, Bikir lost a whopping 4 points, which resulted in him losing by 1 point.

Of course, Bikir himself didn’t seem to care at all, but Bianca couldn’t help but wonder about that.

‘Why did he shoot the 6 at the end?’

It is suspicious to see it as the result of a lack of concentration or stamina. Because the previous scores were so good.

‘Originally, a bow is a weapon that can be won or lost in a moment of concentration… But, isn’t this a bit harsh at the end?’

But other than that, there is no explanation.

I can’t help but think that it was because Vikir’s concentration or stamina couldn’t hold out until the end.

“Sheh, it ended in a bland way at the end. He was a pretty decent opponent.”

Bianca clicked her tongue and turned around.

……If it wasn’t for something that caught Bianca’s eyes right before she turned around.

“huh?”

Bianca, with her good eyesight, noticed something and stopped just before taking her eyes off Bikir’s target.

It’s the six-point arrow that Bikir last shot, stuck in the blue line.

Bianca’s gaze touches the tip of the arrow and trembles.

A small solid line protruding from the hole the arrow had pierced.

It was clearly the leg of a very tiny bug, like an insect mosquito.

‘……Ah no way. Isn’t it?’

Bianca’s throat burns.

Her gaze was alternately directed at a group of arrows that were stuck only in the 10-point square of the target, forming a thick column, and an arrow that fell alone from the group and stuck at 6 points.

A single misfired bullet stuck alone.

Is it a coincidence that a mosquito is dead there?

* * *

As soon as Bikir fired all his arrows, he left the gymnasium.

‘Physical training without using mana is real.’

I kept using my arm muscles, and my entire upper body felt sore.

The archery technique learned from Balak’s warriors was improving day by day.

It is because I continued to practice without rest even after coming out of the flood.

‘I must not go anywhere and be pushed back with a bow.’

Even if the opponent is the influential late index of the royal family.

That would be to protect the pride of ‘Balak’, a tribe of warriors, even in a foreign country far away.

Because Bikir was definitely from Balak’s hunting grounds.

‘Come to think of it, is everyone doing well?’

Rumor has it that the Balak tribe abandoned their original base and went deeper into the sea.

Recently, he had been hearing about the Balak tribe through Xindi Wendy, but it seemed that several months had already passed.

After shooting the bow for the first time in a while, I felt refreshed.

The fox of the night, Chief Aquila, Ahhun’s cutie little sister Ahyul, Bakira, who has now become a father, and so on…

It’s an evening I miss so much to see the native friends I’ve cried and laughed with for the past two years.

‘And there’s one more.’

Bikir’s mind naturally recalls that rainy night.

‘……see you again.’

It was the imperial language that was still unclear.

Iyen. The day she left the jungle, she came to kiss her right after punching her stomach.

Bikir stroked the choker around her neck.

This strong leash, which she had put on herself, was made from the hide of the first Oxbear that Vikir and Iyen had hunted together.

at that time.

Bikir, who smiled lightly as he recalled the faces he missed in his head, stopped at the moment.

I hear footsteps in front of me

.

Bikir, who has a particularly sensitive sense of humor, noticed that it was Dolores’ presence like a ghost.

‘It’s become a nuisance.’

Dolores doesn’t like herself very much. There was a risk of nagging this or that when we met.

It was a trail with only tall ash trees standing in a straight line, so there was no place to hide.

After thinking about what to do for a while, Vikir searched for his arms.

< Picaresque, the face-bearing mask > / Mask

-Family love +0 -Face

-bearing heart -Off

A hood that looks like a black dog’s scalp has been peeled off.

Bikir put it on his head.

Moment.

Tsutsutsutsutsu……

Bikir’s body turned into a dog.

It’s a black puppy that’s not yet big enough for its age.

Nuke nuke nuke-

Bikir, who roughly shoved the stripped clothes into the bush, sat still on the ground and waited for Dolores to pass the mountain pass.

Then Dolores appeared on the other side of the road.

Dolores, who was walking fast and fast for some reason. She was diligently walking towards the archery range.

‘Is there anything to do at the gymnasium? There are few people there.’

Vikir remembered that few people were left at the gymnasium, much less any of them for Dolores to find.

If so, how about Bianca?

‘okay. I see you’re on your way to see Bianca. Go quickly.’

Bikir lay quietly on the floor, nuzzling his tongue that kept coming out of his mouth without even realizing it.

It was a reaction similar to that of the young madam left in the room.

right at that moment.

“oh?”

Dolores stopped in her seat.

She opened her already benign eyes even more and looked down at me.

It was the floor where Bikir lay face down.

“Hey. Who are you?”

Dolores’ affectionate call took Vikir a little bewildered.

Is that why? Even the always nimble Bikir was not prepared for Dolores’ surprise touch.

“Wow, look at how soft his fur is. Oooh~”

Dolores ran her hand through Bikir’s head, then scratched her cheek and chin.

And with the other hand, she massaged Bikir’s back and butt.

“Wow… you’re so shockingly cute! I’ve never seen a girl as cute as you. What’s your name? Where are you from? If you don’t live with anyone, would you like to live with your sister?”

‘…’

Before Vikir could react, Dolores reached out and put both hands under Vikir’s armpits and lifted her up.

“Youngcha~ Huh? It wasn’t the older sister, was it the older sister?”

The ‘…’

moment.

Bikir felt an unprecedented sense of shame that he had never felt before, even when he was living in the age of destruction.

Dolores was quite a dog lover, which went well with her gentle and kind appearance.

I heard that you split your income to support a center that protects stray dogs and stray cats every year and volunteers every other month.

Right then.

Truly terrifying words came out of Dolores’ mouth.

“Oh, you have to be neutered to live with your sister…”

Bikir quickly ran away, deciding that there was no reason to keep listening to these eerie words and actions.

A bunch of black hair that escapes from Dolores’ arms and runs away

.

The slightly plucked pink tongue is sharp.

“Ah! Hey~ Don’t do that, let’s go with your sister! She’ll buy you pork cutlet! This is chocolate!”

Dolores looked sad and called out the name she had already made, but Vikir didn’t look back for a second.