Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

2 – Mercenary House 4 years as a slave, even a graduate student can cut a knife*

“Stand upright again.”

“Evil!!!”

It’s been 2 years since I came to this world. I was still f*cking rolling.

Living in the Hwaruan Mercenary Corps, named after the mercenary leader, was like a struggle against myself.

That would be the case, everyone would think that if you lift a stone up to the top of your head and put it down every day, and make them use all the strange objects such as knives, rods, and bows in a situation where the weight of the stone increases little by little.

“Ahhh, how hard is it!!!”

‘No!!!’

“Yeah… Noah!!!”

Ah, I came out contrary to my original intention.

I felt Hwaran’s face harden after saying yes, and when he shouted loudly, his expression relaxed again.

“Baby…”

So I had to shout once more. If the sound is low next time, the fist will come out.

“Evil!!”

“This is the training course you chose. Endure it with evil. Got it!”

‘f*ck.’

“aaah!!!!”

Hua Luan’s own harsh behavior under the guise of resocialization was too much for Kim Pyeong-ju, a former public service worker who survived the military manpower administration.

“Ahh! Did you say you want to know how to become a real man!!!”

No.

“Evil!”

This time he said it straight, and this time Huar’an began to spit out his unique mentalism.

“It’s that simple! Eat a lot, get hit a lot! If you do, you will fall behind, or you will become a man!”

“Yes?”

“Yes, it is served outside. All you have to be aware of here is spirit and immobility. Aye!! Got it!!”

“aaah!!!!!!”

“Captain. It’s time. You must leave now.”

While rolling like that, Skal, a member of the group, came to visit Hwaran. Looks like the wagon has arrived.

“Today we will stop here. Even if you rest when you rest, get ready to go to work tomorrow and rest, okay!”

“Evil!!”

‘f*ck.’

I’m going to end here, but why are you cursing?

Because the battlefield where Hwang Geun-chul, no, Hwar-an was dragged from hell training in another world, was just f*cking hell.

“Ready.”

In the vast field where you can see an antique castle in the distance, the grass is spread out wide.

The green banquet, with fresh grass growing and white wild flowers sparsely blooming, must have truly made your mind at ease.

Occasionally, when the wind blows, you must have seen a peaceful landscape where you bow your head and say hello.

In a field on a sunny day like today, there must have been sheep to graze and shepherds to lie down beside them.

But today was not that kind of day.

No.

“Turn around!!!!”

“aaa!!!”

Following Huar’an’s order, everyone ran forward. The ground shook, and at the same time my breath quickened, and instead of the scent of grass, only sweet smell was filled.

There was nowhere to run. I had no intention of running away.

So I ran faster.

After all, there was nowhere to go even if I ran away.

On the other side, silvery, maroon waves are gradually rising into the sky. Their eyes were fierce.

“Waaa!!!”

“Kill it!!!”

Soon, the human-made puzzle pieces gradually interlocked.

Maybe it’s because they stick together so well, to the point where blood spurts out through the cracks.

Thump! Thud!

-Chang!

“Die!”

“Aagh!”

-Kaang!

The once peaceful meadow was stained with blood.

In place of the leisurely bleating of sheep, the heavens and the earth were filled with the sound of arrows piercing and screaming, begging for life and shouting for survival.

A person’s neck flies with the sound of grabbing.

A perpetrator whose eyes were blinded by the primary colors of red and white soon became a victim of an ax flying from behind.

―Chiing!

“Aagh!”

“My arms! My arm!!”

At this moment, somewhere on the battlefield, swords and people were crying.

Somebody’s mother will cry as she sees her child following her in her basement.

As the chaotic battlefield turned red, several scenes stuck in my mind like a picture while I was looking around for a living.

It was the process of people dying. I didn’t remember the face.

Even though the day they were born was different and the process of growing up was different.

The death process was different for everyone who had the same death day.

―Puff!

“Kreak.”

As I was backstepping to avoid the sword, I was hit by a blind arrow and I saw him fall, clutching his neck.

“Die!”

“My eyes!!”

A person who fell to the ground after being hit with a knife sprinkles soil with his last desperate effort, and the broken knife he uses to take advantage of the gap is stabbed in his chest and dies.

And the survivor got up and died after being hit by a club wielded by someone from behind.

His luck ends there.

A sight like this was as common as looking for grass in a meadow, and as easy to find as looking for a red spot in a sea of blood.

My eyesight turned red, my ears went blank, and something was engraved in my brain.

The lesson shown by the fierce battlefield enough to be called a merchant if he died with his body intact was simple.

Just because a large group gathers doesn’t mean the opponent won’t attack, and individual skills don’t lower the chance of surviving from blind arrows.

So, the obvious battlegrounds seen in the movie were more violent because they were obvious.

I ran again. To somewhere anywhere.

But at least not up front. Because the archers in the distance are aiming for it.

Not even back. Because the guys at the level I couldn’t handle started to gather together with their eyes open.

My head swung around, and my legs, which were so tense that I was afraid that my muscles would get together, moved toward Saint-Lo at the fastest pace in my life.

With arrows and knives flying from all sides, all I can do is run and focus on the enemy in front of me. Then, if you’re unlucky, you get hit in the head with an arrow and go to the goal.

Sadly, I found an enemy.

I ran again.

“Damn it!!”

Yes. To that f*cking bastard who doesn’t know his name and doesn’t know his feelings.

My head went cold. The remaining heat and blood were ventilated with curses on the tongue.

“Get out of here!”

An ax flies in front of me with a bang. But I thought it wouldn’t reach me because of the distance.

That’s why I first avoided it rather than block it with a shield or attack it.

Hwaran said that a bastard who retaliates against anything that can be avoided is an idiot.

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I agree with that. Anyone can know how many times he has experienced bruises on his forehead while holding hands while blocking the full swing of Hwaruanshik.

If you’re going to fight back unconditionally, you should go to the Baseball Ground. Why did you come to the Battle Ground?

That’s not a real man, but a common asshole who misunderstood the sport – thinking so, he quickly crossed his feet, widening and shortening the distance.

“You move like a rat!”

The offensive of the one who failed to successfully attack continues to intensify. But being castrated didn’t mean being strong.

Just as the rough grain of wood reveals flesh that can penetrate between the burlap, an attack that did not capture its intentions soon revealed its intentions.

Soon. The sixth sense in my head, “Persimmon,” Whispered.

―Shoot down from the top right, naturally intercept the left side while recovering.

The ax was coming down over my head. It was a bad idea to accept that power as it is.

That’s why it spills to the side of the one-handed sword, Arming Sword. I could feel the twisting of the ax’s trajectory along with the chiming sound.

If the opponent retrieves the ax and strikes it, I do not retrieve it and block it with my shield. My arm throbbed with a thud, but I was still able to endure it.

The brown-haired man stopped attacking for a moment and looked at me. It was a ploy to breathe. Rather good.

I didn’t want to remember his face. So i forgot

“Hoo-wook, hoo-wook. You bastard… Seeing how strong you are, can you become a werewolf born from a mother eating a wolf?”

The opponent has been using northern-style trash talk, but it’s already past the point where you’ll be dizzy from such a provocation.

Taunting is a very good way to cause an opponent’s loophole, and there is no law that only uses one side. So, I can accept the same.

“It must be your mother who f*cked the dog, you bastard.”

With a pad lip for a pad lip.

“Does your mother still salivate up and down when she sees a retriever these days? Give me a lot of water so you don’t get dehydrated.”

“Are there any crazy people like this?”

“Ah. Below is the drooling quality. Sorry. You forgot a word.”

The red-faced guy charged again. It seemed that the breathing that he exhaled vigorously was not catching his breath very much.

The one who put the pad-lip first lost to me with the pad-lip, so now it was my turn to lose with the knife.

In a situation where we were surrounded on all sides by people clashing with spears, we exchanged battles with each other again.

-Kang!

“You really move like a f*cking dog!”

“That’s why your mom likes it!”

The answer was the ax. Of course it was the wrong answer.

As I kept dodging and repeating the shedding, I could see that the speed at which the ax came flying slowed down. It was a sign that his strength was slowly diminishing.

So I decided to take a chance.

“Please die now!”

The ax that he was holding with both hands was coming down straight ahead.

He pulled his left arm, holding a round shield, toward his chest. The ax was coming down towards my head.

―Shhh!

Koo Woo-wook. Without trembling, I grabbed the handle of the shield.

The shield is now up to the front of the right elbow.

At the same time, his ax reached my throat.

I quickly took a step to the right and waited.

To send him where he needs to go.

“…..!”

It was not easy to recover the weapon that had been hit with all its might.

Just as a fire engine doesn’t stop even at a red light, the ax that I hit with both hands passed where my chest would have been.

It was an opportunity.

―Tuong!

The shield, which was swung outward as if flapping its wings, struck the side of the axe.

He lost his weapon. The tool abandoned its owner.

“Oh no!”

“Goodbye. It’s a dog. “

―Chack!

And a man’s neck also fell on the battlefield did not give too long a gap with what happened before.

I decided to forget all the unpleasantness of the murder that occurred at the same time, the very subtle taste of my hand that I could feel even through the thick gloves I had deliberately chosen to dull my senses.

Because I don’t need it.

I repeated the number instead.

That’s why he’s my third. He is only the third enemy killed in battle today. That’s it.

Someday, when I go back to my original world, all I want to feel is the touch of the revised copy of my master’s thesis sleeping on my desk.

I survived the battle that day.

***

Four years have passed. Now I know that what I am holding is not an iron stick.

I looked at the tree in front of me. This tree is almost the last of the trees planted by the mercenaries.

Kung. He kicked the tree, and the leaves of the tree, which were already bony, fell off.

Seven leaves,

Black one,

The number of swings is three.

This is the 50th and 7th challenge.

The first leaf that fell slightly before the other leaves came down slightly above eye level.

It’s too late if you don’t kick the sword in advance. I wield the arming sword I was holding earlier.

Evil. The first and third fallen leaves are split in half. The sixth attempt was unsuccessful.

But the diagonal cut from right to left was neat. And-

“Concentrate.”

The angle where Hwaruan’s Kusari came in was cleaner.

Get your posture back. There are two chances left.

What I need to do now is practice connecting the dots in a fixed way, not the damage to the leaves.

That was the lesson I learned from fifty-six failures that brought early winter to five trees.

“Sum!”

―Shhh!

As the green fluttering in the air brushes against the horizontally drawn silver line, it splits into two pieces. They were the second, sixth, lucky seventh and unlucky fourth, respectively.

―Damn it!

With the arming sword, draw a horizontal line in the air, and at the same time retrieve the sword into your body and rotate it to the right.

The only end of the spinning world is stopping. Turning around, the left foot stretched forward, followed by the right foot, followed by a sword.

Pang!

Exactly, the leaves were within reach of the tip of the sword.

The third and last leaf was pierced by the blade of the arming sword.

Connecting the tight last line like a dog. He even succeeded in cutting off and stabbing.

“Okay, not bad this time!”

Far’an praised. After entering a lot of pad lips, that was enough for me.

I bowed my head.

“Thank you. Hwaran.”

“If you are my disciple, you should do that.”

Sadly, I became a disciple of this nobleman.

The reason was simple. I covet my talent.

There is absolutely no such thing as suddenly having the ability to cheat in another world.

Just.

It’s not ‘I just f*cking swung it, but it doesn’t suck’, but ‘I just f*cking swing it, so it works?’.

The problem is that it’s a Huar’an special.

-No sh*t, assei. Why is that?

-He swung it like crazy. Hwaran. Respectfully respected

It was already a story from a year ago.

I still can’t forget the shock that Hwaran showed me that day, saying, “You can’t do it,” And a week later, even though it was f*cking immature.

Of course not. I swung at you so I couldn’t even sleep at night. Of course, I woke up from a nightmare and swung it.

Anyway, I became a disciple of Hwaran, but the treatment did not change.

It just starts rolling more f*cking sh*t.

But I got stronger the more he rolled, so Hwaran rolled me more.

Just like that, another year has passed.