Hunter Academy’s Greatest War God - Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Shin

Ha-yoon was looking down at the stadium with Lee Hyuk in a private lounge where you can only sit down after paying a large fee.

– The long-awaited finals! To increase the honor of the country by winning the national competition! The last contestants are entering!

Students entering with the host’s powerful voice.

– The first runner is the representative of Korea! Gaon Academy! The head of the party is Shin Yoo-seong, a student of Kwon Wang-nim who has been receiving attention since participating!

Shin Yoo-seong comes in following the guidance. Eunah Kim. Sumire. Gaon’s party didn’t have a single S-class trait. The beings called the biggest disturbance in this national competition.

but.

Shin Ha-yoon knew.

Shin Yoo-seong and his party didn’t care about the rank of their attributes. Shin Yoo-seong, the disciple of King Kwon. Sumire who has a ‘penny’. One potential is Kim Eun-ah, who is rated S+.

“Hmm~”

It was difficult for Shin Ha-yoon to guess the potential of those three people.

“My brother’s party. Seemed pretty strong? Much more than I thought.”

“okay? Ha-yoon, to the extent that you would say such a thing…”

Lee Hyuk seemed to be deliberately surprised by Shin Ha-yoon’s words. There was nothing strange about Shin Yoo-seong, a disciple of King Kwon, receiving recognition from Shin Ha-yoon. It was rare for a freshman to be recognized for his skills by Shin Ha-yoon, who was known for being picky.

“Only Yooseong was interested. Whoops.”

Ha-yoon Shin looked down at Sumire with her chin on her chin. Sumire is an F-class anomaly with witch fragments.

“Thanks to you, I suffered a lot.”

Swoop.

Shin Ha-yoon said while scanning the table with her index finger with her eyes narrowed.

“Isn’t it hard to cut the knotted thread with scissors?”

Shin Ha-yoon knew it intuitively. It wasn’t luck that Sumire got the piece. Maybe this is the witch’s destiny.

If left alone, they will entangle each other like a mess of threads.

“If we don’t separate now. It’s going to get in trouble.”

Shin Ha-yoon raised her index and middle fingers like scissors and pointed them at Sumire’s body. Then, I pretended to cut it off.

“There is no need for you to fret. Anyway, now I’m in 1st grade. Hayoon, you already got 4 artifacts.”

At Lee Hyuk’s words, Shin Ha-yoon smiled. A laugh that feels the composure of a strong man like that of a predator.

“okay. You can’t be my opponent right now.”

okay. of course.

No matter what variables are added, Shin Yoo-seong’s party will not be able to reveal it to himself.

“I just hate being bothered.”

When that time comes, all preparations will have already been completed.

* * *

– The second runner is Japan’s representative! Choten Academy! Although they were defeated in Gaon, they are an indomitable team that came back with amazing results in the revival match! In particular, Seiji, the head of the party…

Except for Isshin, who was eliminated, Sakura and Seiji entered the stadium with the introduction of the Japanese team.

“Wow!”

“Sage!”

“Cherry Blossom! Look here!”

Fantastic popularity comparable to that of idols. In particular, when Sakura smiled brightly and waved her hand, one of the male students who came to see it passed out with a thumbs up with a satisfied face.

‘Is Siu really unable to come?’

Sakura looked around.

I’ve already heard that Siwoo Lee can’t come. Considering the strength of Sumire and Kim Eun-ah, it was a natural decision, and they said that there was something serious that prevented them from coming to the stadium.

‘…That guy. Even if I ask, they don’t answer.’

that’s a secret

It’s just a family thing.

I can’t tell you more.

In response to Sakura’s persistent question, Lee Si-woo spat out such a simple answer like a robot.

What the hell is going on?

What is the secret that Siwoo Lee can’t even tell himself? Sakura’s mind was complicated, but she soon shook it off.

‘All I have to focus on is this game. For me, the archery master and father. And… there are people who support me.’

Haha!

Seiji smiled confidently at Sakura.

“Cherry Blossom. Are you nervous?”

“little? Of course, Seiji, you’re an idiot, so it’ll be fine.”

At Sakura’s words, Seiji sighed and laughed. But honestly! Seiji, who knew how to say it, shook his head seriously.

Then Sakura screamed in surprise.

“no-!”

“Hick! Surprise the child…”

Sakura asks why is he like this again? I looked at him with contempt, but Seiji’s eyes were shining with a very happy face.

“Cherry Blossom! I think I’m going to die of nervousness too!”

“Ah, okay… you said that so seriously…”

While Sakura was calming her surprised heart, Seiji looked somewhere and waved.

“You…”

Sakura looked at the place where Seiji was waving. Supporting Seiji there was a beautiful woman holding a picture frame. And the photo in the frame in her hand is none other than Ryuko.

“That person…”

sighed.

Sakura bit her lips in agony and hurriedly examined Seiji’s face.

Contrary to Sakura’s worries, however, Seiji smiled brightly and waved his hand at the audience seat with a picture frame.

“everyone! Thank you for supporting me-! try hard-! I’ll do my best!”

Then Seiji, who shouted at the audience, shouted at Sakura, and spoke softly.

“I mean, Sakura. I really want to win this match. I could give it my all if possible.”

How could you say something like that with a smile? What happened to Seiji until he could say such a thing with a smile?

Sakura couldn’t even imagine such complicated thoughts and feelings.

‘Because he’s such a great fool.’

* * *

Ireland.

Captain of Blinn Academy.

Dian with red hair.

He had long forgotten about cumbersome castles. In both the academy and Ireland, the only title that symbolized Dian was the word ‘Fire of the Second Coming’.

Bubbly.

Adela Ortensia.

The core of this EU union.

As she and Bianca’s party members pass by. Dian grabbed the air with empty eyes.

Swoop-pa-

The flames that scatter from the grip.

‘Union.’

All three survived Gaon and Skyscraper. Choten survived except for Isshin. Considering their military power, it was a natural decision to form an alliance in a country that was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and power.

‘but. My goal is to win.’

If Adela survives at the end of the European Union, can she really win? Even Leon and Sofia were left behind in Bianca.

Except for Blinn Academy, where Dian belonged, everyone was eliminated.

‘Even if Adela and I are left alone. Can I really win?’

Diane looked at her right hand. His blackened right hand was an artifact that integrated the power of ‘fragments’, which were said to be usable only by the legitimate owner.

However, this was more like a spell than an object. Curse, for instance.

Like the sorcery solitude, which mixes poison with poison to create the most terrible poison, this formula is passed down through the human body.

First with a small fire.

Then with a match-like ember.

Like the fire of a beacon that goes on forever without being quenched. Like the ship of Theseus, which, when broken, takes materials and repairs it. then after that. This fire continued to go on and on.

Swoop-

And now.

Dian accepted the baton, not knowing when this would end. But the terrible thing about this technique wasn’t the occasional pain.

The person who inherited this technique.

The final moments are recorded.

And it is passed on to the person who receives the next ember. It was terrible. How many endings are recorded in this spell? How many more will you record?

[No more… mana!]

Someone from the previous generation couldn’t control the power and was engulfed in flames.

[Go first. …I’ll follow you soon.]

Someone stopped on the spot to protect someone precious.

The technique was like a living gene, recording all the deaths to the next generation without omission.

it’s like

The next end was like a kind of warning not to be like this.

ominous right hand.

flames of disaster.

Curse of Incarnation.

The magic formula passed down through constant name changes was being called this without realizing it.

The embers of Breed[bʲɾʲiːdʲ].

The eternal fire that appeared in mythology.

Before I knew it, I was being praised as a holy existence rather than an ominous one. From the moment when even the concept of a hunter had not yet been established. So far, how many times have the masters of this spell met their end?

How many sacrifices did it take for the name called disaster to mean nobility and sacredness?

Diane had nowhere to retreat.

‘I’m not alone.’

Even if the team members were eliminated and I was alone. Diane was not alone.

There was a extinguished ember in the flame that burned more and more intensely in the beacon he carried. There were many meanings in the fallen stars.

‘If I bear that burden… carrying that flame…’

Yes.

If you are defeated by those who bear the burden alone.

‘There is no meaning to this sacrifice.’

Dian and Sulshik.

And it was as if the sacrifices of all those who had passed so far would be denied.

This ember that came down everyone’s right arm in pain. If you lose your strength in the face of Adela’s cold shimmering genius. Dian no longer had to pass this pain on to others.

The sacrifice of oneself and one’s ancestors.

Even Hunter.

to mankind too.

It would be of no use to anyone.

‘but.’

so that.

Undefeated.

Because Dian risked his life and meaning every moment, he was able to burn every moment without a single defeat. That’s the result of throwing everything thinking that defeat is death.

‘so.’

With eyes that are hotter than the sun and intense. But with a colder heart than ice, Dian looked at Adela’s back.

‘If it’s to win…’

If it’s to be recognized for the meaning of himself and his ancestors. Diane didn’t care what the choice was.

‘Even if it’s a betrayal between the allies…

‘ Dian calmly walked into the portal, hiding his feelings.