#Side Story 38. A swordsman wielding a liquor bottle (1)
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…Raise disciples.
There will come a time when you will need it.
When you know what to do.
Eventually your dreams will come true.
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“…sir.”
“….”
“Master.”
slowly.
Let’s open our eyes.
All that is visible is one face.
Tall, well-trained body and good looks.
The moment when she discovered that there was a tall man in front of her who made many women’s hearts tremble just by meeting him.
moves reflexively.
Pow!
It was just a moment.
She kicked the man.
A kick so vicious that an ordinary person would be sent straight up the wall and the back of his head broken.
But of course, the man was able to get rid of the impact by simply rolling backwards.
I knelt down and bowed my head as naturally as water.
“Did you cough?”
As if nothing had happened.
Or as if it was that familiar.
She frowned when she saw the man calmly greeting her.
“Coughing is shit. “Are you forcibly waking up a sleeping teacher and saying something like that to him, bastard?”
“If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late, so I’ve committed rudeness.”
Pow!
Degurrr.
“If you know it’s rude, you shouldn’t do it!”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“Tsk, you speak bluntly well.”
At this point, you could call it a human roly-poly.
Of course, even though he was kicked in the chest, he immediately returned to his original position after rolling two wheels.
Looking at the man whose complexion had not changed at all, she clicked her tongue.
Of course, if he had been sleeping and it was late, he would have hit the man and asked why he didn’t wake him up.
There’s no way you wouldn’t know that fact.
Instead of feeling resentful, seeing them accept it as if it was their fault only made me feel worse.
After all, I wasn’t taking this guy as my disciple.
After openly showing dissatisfaction.
She said abruptly.
“How much is left?”
“It starts in about half an hour.”
“There’s only half an hour left, why are you waking me up already, you bastard!”
“I thought it would be better to have a hangover before leaving.”
“Do you want to lose? “Where can a disciple talk back to his heavenly master?”
He frowned for a moment as if he wanted to kick him again.
She glared at the man, who bowed his head even deeper despite his threats, and eventually spoke reluctantly.
“Tsk, that’s enough, just bring hangover soup.”
“Yes Master.”
It seems like he knew that would happen.
He brought the meal he had prepared.
“Espresso and tomato soup.”
“Hey you bastard, it’s not hangover soup!!!”
Wow!
…It was a short while later that the man was thrown outside, breaking the wooden window this time.
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“Ha fuck. “You can’t even cook hangover soup properly and you feed your teacher porridge made with dried grass and decoctions. That’s what you call a disciple who only has one.”
“I’m sorry if it didn’t suit your taste.”
“Then would something like that fit your taste?”
She thought.
What a dog.
Honestly, no matter what kind of food the man brought, Kiki’s fate would not have changed.
After training too hard to cut with a knife, her five senses became extremely sensitive, and her sense of taste became overly picky.
Rather than being satisfied with even a few delicacies, I tend to lose my appetite.
The offering offered to the dragon should be enough to make it feel edible.
That was why.
She picked up the gourd hanging from her waist and drank it in one go.
Gulp. Gulp.
Let’s tip the bottle.
Heat soaks your throat.
It warms the inside like fire, but is even more addictive to use and leaves behind only a subtle scent.
She finally looked relieved by the clean taste that satisfied even her unnecessarily sensitive tongue.
The man glanced around.
And after confirming that no passers-by had noticed the pungent scent flowing from the gourd, he spoke softly.
“…Master, wouldn’t it be too dangerous to eat it in the middle of the street?”
“Fuck the risk.”
The man’s oversensitive concerns.
She snorted.
Of course, if you were to judge whether it was right or wrong, the man’s concerns were completely correct.
The contents of this gourd are precious items that are severely punished for even possessing them, let alone manufacturing or distributing them.
It was an item that was only allowed to be given to or given to the absolute ruler of this world.
If he were to be spotted by any passerby, he would be immediately reported and arrested.
If it were revealed that the source was a genuine product stolen from the warehouse of the Seven Dragons, my head would be completely blown.
But…
“It’s not me who is in danger, but those who fly in like moths that are dangerous.”
A hundred thousand soldiers or something.
A master of the Seven Dragons.
If you’re going to come, come and see.
Just cut them all down and that’s it.
She spoke vaguely and tilted the gourd again.
It’s a perfect raving no matter who hears it. Anyone could see that it was the nonsense of a madman, but…
the man did not deny what he said.
His teacher fully deserved such arrogance and had actually committed similar acts several times.
There is just one problem.
“We can easily deal with the Seven Dragons’ Association’s masters, but if that happens, coming here may have been in vain.”
“….”
Pause.
Only after hearing those words did he remember why he had bothered to hide all the way to the city center.
She stopped tilting the gourd and, after a long period of silence, finally hung the gourd on her waist and clicked her tongue.
“Tsk, it seems like a shit world.”
I will definitely kill all the people who made it difficult for me to drink grain tea with peace of mind.
With her once again burning her resentment, the man entered the crowded street.
If it were a normal situation.
That would have been impossible.
No matter how deeply I pressed down my coat to hide my body and face, and even wrapped my luggage in a cloth so that it wouldn’t be seen.
Because they had the appearance of Easterners, they were very conspicuous in this western land.
But at least here.
And today was an exception.
Because at this moment, the streets here were overflowing with countless people.
From merchants from the East dressed in silk to brown-skinned Egyptian warriors and priests from the Holy League.
Of course, there are countless people of all races and occupations mixed together.
In this place where all kinds of commotion was going on, bumping into each other, stealing, catching, and fighting, the man and woman just walking around looked rather simple.
…Of course, if the two people showed their faces, the story would have been different.
Naturally, they had no intention of causing unnecessary trouble and completely hid their faces.
Thanks to that, I was able to easily reach my destination.
In the most magnificent and ornate circular building standing tall in the center of this crowded city.
The problem came after that.
Unlike on the streets, in buildings, faces are thoroughly checked from the entrance.
There was even a wanted notice posted at the entrance with their faces drawn on it.
In particular, in her wanted list, the prize column was so full that it was sticking out, with all kinds of prizes attached along with the words, “Life or death.”
“These damn bastards have plastered people’s faces all over the place.”
“What would you like to do?”
“What should I do, brat?”
But even after seeing that scene.
She wasn’t particularly surprised.
As if I knew this would happen, I just headed towards the side where there were relatively few people.
And…
Ta-dat!
It was a momentary thing.
Right after kicking off the ground and jumping up.
She climbed up the building in one go by just stepping off the wall a few times and reached the roof of the building.
It was truly a miracle that even a winged bird could not imitate.
This is especially true in the sense that no one saw the scene because it happened so instantaneously, in such a short moment that everyone’s attention was exquisitely divided.
Including the fact that the man suddenly appeared behind her.
And two things greeted the two people who came up to the rooftop.
One is the numerous stands filled with spectators.
The other was a large empty space in the middle of the stands.
No, to be exact, it wasn’t an empty lot.
A spear knife striking violently.
Blood and debris splashing out.
Cheers ring out every time.
Because it proved that it was not an empty lot, but an amphitheater empty for a deadly fight.
“Tsk, has it already started?”
―Colosseum.
The largest stadium in mankind, built entirely for viewing and entertainment.
She clicked her tongue as she watched the fight between gladiators taking place there and asked out loud.
“Hey, are you sure they’re coming here today?”
“I’m not sure.”
“What’s wrong, you brat?”
“However, it is clear that this game is of the largest scale ever. Especially if the rumor that a noble person from the Seven Dragons’ Association was invited this time is true…”
“That noble person could be those bitches, right?”
“yes.”
Perhaps because he didn’t like the fact that he wasn’t sure, he glared at the man for a moment as if he was debating whether to kick his shin or not.
She finally snorted.
“What happened? “If they don’t come, just turn it over and that’s it.”
There are a lot of people.
Because there is a lot of hair.
It would be delicious to turn it over.
She mumbled calmly, looked towards the stadium and raised the gourd again.
The man did not necessarily deny it.
If I caused trouble here, instead of helping, it would only increase my notoriety and take me further away from achieving my goal, but it didn’t matter.
Anyone who attacks will be cut down.
Take whatever you need.
Even if you get rid of anything that gets in your way.
Because there was nothing to lose.
-Because they were already enemies of the whole world.
So they waited for their target to appear on the distant roof of the Colosseum.
One thing that was fortunate was that, as the location was such a good place, there were plenty of things to see instead of snacks while waiting. But…
“You guys fight so boringly.”
“It’s still the opening match.”
The one that appears in the beginning is a gladiator.
No matter how experienced you are.
Whether you are talented and good at fighting.
After all, they are just ordinary people.
It will be a match worthy of participation by the experts of the Seven Dragons at least until the middle of the game.
She snorted at the man’s calm explanation.
“It’s not a question of skill, it’s just that it’s not fun because those bastards are making everything up.”
“That’s what gladiators are.”
“Where is something like that in the first place, you bastard? If the swordsman has a sword, you have to fight until one person falls…”
Waaaaaa!
“What the fuck is this again?”
While speaking.
I furrowed my brows for a moment at the sudden outburst of cheers, which were of a different order of magnitude than before.
She suddenly tilted her head.
After one sword fight.
The stadium is ready for the next match.
This is because the arrangement of the nine gladiators there was somehow strange.
In that they stand far away from the 10th door, which has not yet been opened, and stand together, holding weapons and looking at that door with fearful eyes.
“Hey, what is that?”
“I think it’s time for a lion or a tiger to come out. “I heard that matches featuring wild beasts are popular because blood always flows.”
“Hmm, really?”
“yes. “Just…”
“Just what?”
“Usually, slave gladiators are used in these matches, but it is a bit unexpected that only nine professional gladiators showed up.”
“What is there to be unexpected, bastard? I guess I just prepared for a guy who is that much of an asshole.”
I think this match will be worth watching.
Smirking, she tilted the gourd again in anticipation.
Okay.
“…?”
But after a while.
Finally, the 10th door opens.
The moment the last player appeared.
She stopped tilting the gourd and could only make a bewildered expression.
It wasn’t just that the expected beast didn’t appear.
This is because the last gladiator who appeared had a particularly heterogeneous appearance compared to the other gladiators who had competed so far.
Of course she is.
Even ignoring the cheers from the audience.
The last gladiator slowly came out into the arena.
Clang.
Wearing handcuffs on your hands.
Dragging the shackles on my feet.
Dressed only in shabby rags.
He’s shorter than most women.
He has a body that is not only slender but delicate…
“…what is that slave boy?”
―A boy with a calm expression and white hair and golden eyes.
