Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 131
Episode 131 Freshman Talent Show (2)
A high mountain, deep valley, and a quiet mountain. Snowy wires we go
The place where the young soul died. The wounded old pine has forgotten his words.
Can you hear me, comrade? that angry voice.
Do you look like a comrade? A closed eye.
– Military song 『Going to the Front』 中-
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As the age of the audience changed, the evaluation gradually began to change.
The old professors, who had laughed at the talent show of newbies until now, thinking it was just a kid’s joke, opened their mouths in earnest.
“…It’s the first time I’ve heard a military song that touches my heart like this. It’s like reading my soul.”
“It reminds me of the last front line just before the empire was unified 50 years ago. So many died then. Big Pressure Lieutenant Wishap, Sergeant Upham Corporal Upham, and Private Ryan who died while leaving their distant hometown… I miss you guys.”
“Old comrades, I’m sorry I survived alone. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me for living hard until now…” The
retired military professors who had lived half their lives on the battlefield began to shed tears.
And the young professors and assistants who had gone through a war, big or small, were also soaking up their empty hearts with alcohol.
The old soldier reads the wave of emotion contained in the old soldier’s crude song and resonates with it.
The young one-day puppies were a great song with heavy sadness that they couldn’t understand.
……Do they know?
Just before. That the long-awaited successor who crossed the axis of time held a ceremony for themselves who were once senior or superior.
Meanwhile.
Tudor and Sancho, who shared the same room, were scratching their heads at Bikir.
“What? Why is he singing a military song like an old man? Hey, Sancho, you said you were a mercenary?
“It’s a military song that doesn’t exist in the north. It has a really good spirit. I want to learn it too.”
“Is there a veteran in your family? They must be the same age as us. Oh, come to think of it, was that guy ranked first in the written test?”
“Hmm. He’s quite ambitious for a student who is a study bug. Thinking of singing a military song at a talent show.”
It seemed that the young reserve heroes were not particularly sympathetic to the sentiments of the military song.
at that time. Someone interrupted the conversation between Tudor and Sancho.
“Hello. Excuse me, are you a cold weapon donation? If so, I was wondering if you know the person who sang the military song a while ago.”
A beautiful girl with short-cropped white hair.
Sinclair, who was passing through the hallway after leaving the OT location of the Fever Donation Department, showed interest.
“No. We’re in different classes. I don’t know why?”
Tudor and Sancho shook their heads, and Sinclair’s eyes twinkled as he watched Vikir and Piggy disappear into the distance.
In fact, she had been watching this scene for a while.
The image of a child named Piggy trembling nervously when his name was called, and the rough hand on his shoulder.
“……just.”
Eventually, Sinclair nodded with a faint smile.
“You seem like a nice person, so I want to get to know you.”
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Bikir finished the talent show and returned to drinking.
Some old professors came and talked to Bikir before he even sat down for a drink.
“Is your father from a military background? I’ve never heard of it. Maybe from an old country?”
“…What? You composed it yourself? How can it be! Such a great song!?”
“We at the Royal Academy often hold a military song contest. Be sure to enter!”
“Hey. Would you like to take my composition class as a liberal arts option?”
Bikir was a little embarrassed, but did not decline the alcohol the professors recommended.
A gray-haired old professor who was once his commander, a senior officer who was stabbed several times in place of himself as a new officer… Faces that died heroically after going into enemy lines alone to save his subordinates Faces that are young and lively How can I resist the drink recommended by
Since this academy is where all the heroes of the past, present and future gather, I was able to meet quite a few ties from my previous life.
Bikir drank all the glasses offered by everyone and returned to his seat.
That moment.
“……!”
Bikir was about to enter his seat, but hesitated for a moment.
Bianca. She, the prodigy of the Usher family and only daughter, was standing in the way of Bikir.
Bikir silently passed her to his seat.
That moment.
Bianca turned her head to Bikir.
“rooftop.”
“…”
“The smell of rum.”
“…”
Vikir tried to stop and look around, but he didn’t.
Teo-duck-Teo-duk-Teo-duck-
Bikir continues walking the same way as if he didn’t understand what he was saying to him.
Bianca smelled the familiar smell of rum from Bikir.
It smelled the same as the rum I smelled after the chase on the rooftop earlier.
The distance with ‘someone’ that never narrowed no matter how fast I ran.
Despite running with all her strength, Bianca had failed to uncover the identity of the human being.
I’ve never been defeated in speed, but it was the first time I’d suffered such an overwhelming defeat that I couldn’t keep up.
Bianca frowned and called out to Bikir.
“Hey wait! You must have been on the roof before…”
But Bianca couldn’t finish her words.
“Come on! Newbies! Cheers!”
“Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!”
“The alcohol goes in~ all the way~ all the way!”
Some of the seniors, drunk with excitement, covered Bianca’s face by clinking their glasses with a loud sound.
Jjam- Jjam- Jjam- Jjam-
Glasses collide in front of you, splashing drops of alcohol.
Among the numerous glasses that blocked Bianca’s way, there were definitely glasses filled with rum.
“……Wait a minute! I’ll pass!”
Bianca crossed the crowd, removing the arms of her seniors and classmates.
but.
After the toast was over and the glasses disappeared, Bikir disappeared somewhere.
“Where are you…!?”
Bianca looked around but couldn’t find Bikir because of the crowds.
She stopped following Bikir.
Come to think of it, there is a lot of rum here too. It also smells strong.
I couldn’t conclude that this was the smell I had smelled on the roof.
‘Am I mistaken?’
Bianca frowned slightly.
The bitter rum scent that seemed to emanate from Bikir is now completely gone.
Instead, the smell of other crude alcohol wafting up around her paralyzed her sense of smell.
At this point, was it really the smell of rum that I smelled on the rooftop earlier? I thought.
Maybe the popularity itself was in vain.
‘……okay. It must be because of my mood.’
Bianca turned her head away from Bikir.
Where could the power and speed enough to outwit him be hidden in that corrupt appearance from earlier?
There was no reason to pay attention to him just because he sang a song that he did not sympathize with and did not know the source of.
Meanwhile.
Bikir was standing in the opposite direction from where Bianca’s eyes had been.
‘He’s a good friend.’
It seems that he caught the smell of rum on his body when he subdued the mercenaries outside the academy.
Fortunately, there were many drunken seniors everywhere, so I was able to hide my body odor.
Looking up, I saw Bianca looking around in the distance, then giving up and going back.
‘I can’t ignore them because they’re small children. I’ll have to be a little more careful from now on.’
Baskerville of the sword, Morgue of the magic, Quo Vadis of the divine, Don Quixote of the spear, Usher of the bow, Leviathan of the dog, Bourgeois of the money.
No matter how much they are one-day puppies, they are bloodlines from the seven great families.
I needed to be a little more careful.
Bikir let out a sigh of relief.
……just then.
Bikir, avoiding Bianca’s gaze, found one more gaze still lingering on him.
Saint Dolores! The academy’s student council president and head of the newspaper club.
She was staring at Bikir.
‘what? What is it? Doesn’t that kid have something familiar?’
Dolores tilted her head with a look that clearly showed what she was thinking.
Bikir quickly tucked his bangs back and adjusted his glasses.
Then, after locking the door of her heart firmly so that the saintess could not read her soul, she blended into the crowd with an attitude as harmless as possible.
Fortunately, Dolores’ gaze also lingered for a few more seconds before disappearing.
This is because old professors, such as the head of the department, drew attention by giving Dolores a good word.
Bikir did his best to keep the identity of the ‘Night Hound’ hidden from the sight of the saintess.
‘I wish I could have done this. I must go back to the dormitory.’
The time of the wave was slowly approaching.
I see several drunken classmates being carried out to the dormitory.
Bikir also planned to return home a little earlier in this atmosphere.
……however.
There was one thing that caught Bikir’s footsteps again as he was about to disappear from everyone’s sight.
“Hey, did you have a really funny face when you were doing a talent show earlier?”
“Is it good to bury your roommate? Are you a parasite?”
“Hey man, try singing alone. Oh, you should make it a habit to do it alone!”
“Brit-senpai, but are you not supposed to do it? Shouldn’t you do it quickly?”
“Guys~ Piggy is singing from now on~ Everyone, keep your ears up!”
It was a scene where a group of sophomores surrounded Piggy.
Piggy was hiccuping with a lot of intimidation.
“Seo sunbaenims. Hehe! I’m not very good at anything and I’m not having fun… Hehe!”
His face was stained red because his alcohol was weak and he was crying.
But the second-year students were giggling and laughing at such a piggy.
“Is school life over if you don’t do anything well? Try dancing. Why did you dance well earlier?”
“As if it was not enough, the only thing I could do was swinging my fists and stamping my feet. Hahaha!”
“If you can’t do it, drink it! Now, if you finish drinking this, I’ll watch you! If you’re a man, one shot!”
“Guys! Piggy is going to show you something from now on! Attention!”
They smirk as if they have caught a toy that they can play with in the future.
Cruelty harshness merciless malice.
There is a lot of that kind of violence in the eyes of the sophomores looking at Piggy.
and.
Bikir, who was standing somewhat far away, was also watching the sophomores with similar eyes.
If there is one other thing.
“…”
Bikir is not laughing.