Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 130

Episode 130 Freshman Talent Show (1)

Bikir went into the lecture room looking for the Cold Weapon Donation Class B.

A large number of people gathered in a circle and were having a drinking party, and in the middle space, newbies were coming forward one by one to show off their talents.

As Bikir entered the classroom, he heard a displeased voice right next to the door.

“Bikir! You’re here! Why are you so late!”

It was her roommate, Piggy.

Piggy rummaged through the box on the table with a look of great delight and held out a name tag that read ‘Bikir, Class of 20’.

“I’m in the business of handing out name tags to everyone who comes in. Here’s yours!”

“…why are you doing this?”

Originally, handing out name tags to newcomers is the job of sophomores.

Piggy is also a newbie, so why is he doing the chore of handing out name tags to fellow classmates?

Bikir questioned that.

Then Piggy laughed awkwardly.

“Ah, the seniors said it was cumbersome to check the nameplates one by one, so they asked for a little help.”

Bikir heard that and raised his head.

Indeed, he could see some of the sophomores who had put off all their work to Piggy, mingling with the crowd and watching the talent show of the newcomers.

“Whoa! Tudor is cool! Encore!”

“So cool! Cold weapon donation! Fighting!”

“Tudor is the best! Noona has already become your fan!”

Among the 2nd years, a bunch of people who are quite awkward.

Seeing that he handed over chores to Piggy, who seemed to have no ability or background, in order to become close with those who seemed to be going well among the newbies, I thought they were definitely quick to understand.

Meanwhile.

After a talent show in the center of the stage, the newcomers sit in rows on one side of a long table.

On the other side of the table were several professors and assistants, seniors from high school.

There were very few 4th graders because they had to prepare for employment, and there were not that many 3rd graders.

Saint Dolores, the student council president, stopped by after going around each class to take care of the rest of the 3rd graders.

“Chairman is here!”

“Saintess! It would be an honor if you could accept my cup!”

“Sister! You came here to write an article about the meeting of the seniors and juniors for the donation of cold weapons!? Please take good care of the article!”

“I love you, manager! Kyaaak!”

Dolores was an explosion of popularity for everyone. It really can’t be a nuclear sign among signers.

Before long, the sophomore senior, who was watching the host, grabbed the mana-infused megaphone and blew a comment.

“Yes! Now it’s time for the next freshman to do a talent show! The super rookie in his 20s that everyone has been waiting for! We’re bringing Miss Usher Bianca to this spot!”

There was thunderous applause.

Then, amid everyone’s attention, Bianca stepped forward.

Her complexion was calm, as if she had confessed on the rooftop.

However, there was a slight irregularity in breathing as if he had come down from the roof in a hurry.

Eventually, Bianca bowed her head in front of her seniors.

“A junior who is lacking in many ways will dare to offer a drink to his seniors.”

Bianca took the bottle with a nonchalant expression and blew the cap off.

and.

Pod! Pod! Pod! Dig!

She grabbed the bottle and shook it briefly to shred the drink through the narrow bottleneck.

The drinks that flew in just one sip flew over the heads of the people in front and flew a long distance before landing on the glasses on the table behind them.

Chwack-chwack-chwack-challang!

The seniors all exclaimed in admiration at the bizarre feat of throwing alcohol from a distance of several meters and filling it into a glass.

Bianca put her mood up briefly but strongly and bowed her head.

Then she thought as she turned back into the crowd.

‘I don’t know who it is, but the next step must be a bit difficult.’

Bianca’s trick was fun, but it wasn’t really to the point of being cheered up like this.

It must be that her background ability, appearance, etc. supported her to the end, so the support like deterioration was pouring out like this.

Therefore, it will be difficult to lead this atmosphere unless a newcomer who is comparable to Bianca’s background or ability and appearance performs great stunts.

In other words, since the atmosphere has been set up like this, the next freshman will be under tremendous pressure.

‘It’s none of my business.’

Bianca returned to her seat, thinking that there was no reason to be considerate of her motives later in the order.

And according to the cruel laws of nature. The moderator called the next order after the talent show of Bianca, who is a nuclear person.

“Yes! We saw our promising super rookie, Miss Bianca’s pouring skill! What are you going to do with this hotly heated atmosphere~ Before the atmosphere cools down, please come out to the next batter!”

The moderator immediately called the next name.

“Next! Freshman in the class of 20! We’ll bring the cutie Piggy to this spot!”

Piggy’s name was called.

Then, behind the crowd, Piggy, who was handing out name tags, stiffened.

“Uh uh uh? You said that if you do volunteer work to hand out name tags for this, you’ll take it out of the talent show…?”

When Piggy turned his head in embarrassment, the seniors in the second grade who had ordered Piggy to wear name tags giggled and turned their heads away.

outside.

Piggy looked up with a stunned expression.

The moderator continues to gesture towards such a piggy without knowing anything.

“Ah~ What am I going to do with this atmosphere! I can’t let it cool down like this~ Hurry up~”

Piggy felt his head go blank.

My vision went white and my hands and feet trembled.

When I felt all eyes focused on this direction, I felt a cold sweat welling up from the top of my head.

“Piggy? Mr. Piggy? What are you doing? You’re not coming out soon!”

The host keeps calling Piggy.

Then, the seniors who were clapping their hands tilted their heads one by one with their smiles gone.

‘Ah…’

Piggy despaired.

Because of his timid and introverted personality, it is not easy to talk face to face with other people.

Piggy’s hobbies and organs are reading, listening to music, drawing, and raising pets.

It’s not the kind of thing that can lighten the mood in front of so many people.

I don’t know if I’d rather have prepared what to do from the beginning, but I’m sure I’ve been promised that I’ll take it out and I’ve been careless, so the confusion is several times.

‘What do you do? What should I do…’

I broke out in a cold sweat and my legs were shaking. I feel like I just want to run away right now, but my legs are stiff and I can’t fall.

“…”

The surroundings were getting quieter.

Even the moderator who was making a comment looked awkward and embarrassed.

The seniors around him who were watching were also perplexed.

Right then.

…chin!

There was a hand on Piggy’s shoulder.

“I’ll be with a talent show. I’m a roommate.”

A low-pitched voice came from behind.

A boy with shaggy bangs and thick horn-rimmed glasses stepped forward.

It was Bikir.

“Ohhh! Who from where? Bikir in the class of 20? Ah! You were late when checking in earlier!”

The moderator greeted Bikir with a smile in the atmosphere that was becoming awkward.

“Yeah, yeah! It’s not normally possible, but I’ll take a special look at it this time! They’re roommates! Miu and Gou are in a position to live together for a year, but please show them to the talent talent amicably!”

Numerous eyes were now directed at both Piggy and Bikir.

“Bikir…”

Piggy looks up at Bikir with a watery gaze.

Bikir simply threw out a word in a nonchalant tone.

“I will sing.”

“……huh?”

“You dance.”

Then Piggy burst into tears once more.

“I’m serious? Of course I’m tone-deaf…”

“It’s okay. It’s a dance that anyone can do.”

Bikir waved his fist at Piggy, once from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.

It was a really simple dance that just had to repeat the action and stamp the right foot every time the fist came down.

“Uh uh uh… will it work with this dance?”

“It’s enough. Just give it strength and be moderate.”

Bikir grabbed Piggy by the shoulder and headed towards the center of the crowd.

Soon, Bikir’s song and Piggy’s dance began while everyone watched.

……but?

The moderators and seniors’ eyes became a little subtle.

Surprisingly, it’s surprising, but rather than admiration…

‘What is this?’

Everyone has puzzled expressions because they can’t grasp the situation.

That would also be the case, because the song Bikir sang was of a completely different kind from the songs that newcomers had sung so far.

“High mountains, deep valleys, lonely mountains. We are going through snowy fronts.”

military song.

A song from those days that I always sang on the front lines.

Bikir also didn’t have the skills to make the crowd go crazy.

It was because he had wandered only the battlefields of Gucheon all his life without time to listen to that common popular song.

……Just one thing.

Everyone knew a song that could touch anyone, anyone who could thrill someone, anyone who could relate to someone.

Those days when corpses piled up as mountains and blood flowed as rivers.

‘The era of destruction (滅亡之時代).’

A song at that time that anyone who fought the devil with a sword could sing.

It was the military song that everyone shared and enjoyed.

“The place where the young soul died. The wounded old pine tree forgot to speak.”

The monotonous thrill of shaking fists and stamping feet.

However, the thrill and excitement of those days when thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of millions of people sang and sang together, the requiem (鎭魂) that filled the heart.

Bikir took a look at the seniors and classmates gathered at the academy.

The brothers who shed bloody tears for themselves until the moment they were falsely accused and executed are still sitting there with green, childish and clumsy expressions.

Looking at them, Bikir vomited his longing and reunion.

“Comrade, can you hear that angry voice?”

A hound from the age of perdition. no one understands

“Do you see comrades? One narrowed eyes.”

Bikir ended the last line of the military song like that.

Eventually, after finishing the song, Bikir gave a polite salute.

Then, turning around, bowing silently, he disappeared into the crowd.

…

There was a strange atmosphere that is difficult to describe in words.

The excited atmosphere has cooled off, but it’s not a bad feeling again.

The song Bikir sang left a ripple in everyone’s heart in one way or another.

“What is this shriveling atmosphere?”

“Are you old? What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?”

“What can I do with this atmosphere?”

Those who grumbled that the excitement had cooled were mostly young students.

but.

The atmosphere in the hall slowly began to change.

“……Oh oh.”

The old professors who were sitting in the highest seats suddenly burst into tears.