Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 137

Episode 137 Skill Test (5)

The buzzer beater is one of the unique rules in Naphtali.

It is a rule that recognizes a goal scored at the same time as the signal to announce the end of the game or a goal scored a little later than that.

The small ball fired by Bikir hit the goalpost almost at the same time as the signal to signal the end of the game.

As a result, the score of Class A and Class B of the Cold Weapons Division was 1:1, and the tie game went into overtime.

And around that time, Tudor, who had been stretched out on the field, also came to his senses.

‘What kind of situation is this?’

Tudor still hadn’t grasped the situation properly.

A phenomenon that can’t be explained unless you tripped, but the world’s Tudor couldn’t make such a rudimentary mistake.

???

In the current situation where everything is full of questions, there was a large hand on Tudor’s shoulder.

“I’ll try to deal with you.”

Sancho, who has been Tudor’s best friend since entering school, steps forward.

Sancho Barataria, a scholarship student selected from the numerous mercenary guilds in the north.

He quit the goalkeeper and went to the front line of the field to avenge Tudor, who recognized him as a rival and a colleague he could trust.

Sancho looked at Bikir across the field with a serious expression all the time.

Unlike Tudor, he was not even vigilant.

“In the frozen land of the north, where even the frost groans, everyone, from newborn babies to the dying old man, fights his own way. It means that everyone is a warrior.”

A warrior forged in harsh climate and terrain.

Sancho knew full well that even the most insignificant could take the life of the great.

Tudor said to Sancho.

“I heard you only play goalkeeper?”

“Your friend has been beaten twice, how can you stay still?”

Sancho said, standing next to Tudor.

He promised himself that he would not play in the same age league because of his overwhelming physicality.

Tudor, as if moved by Sancho’s words, tapped him on the arm once.

Soon after, the match started.

Overtime.

Now, either class A or B, the class that scores the ‘golden goal’ first wins.

Since this is a performance evaluation that is also reflected in the midterm evaluation, everyone was risking life and death.

“Wow uh uh uh uh uh! Last! Let’s play!”

“It’s a class B shootout! All the defenders come out and attack!”

“Gather the linemen! Block it!”

“Break it down!”

All the students started bumping into each other.

at that time.

“Take anyone!”

Hivero, who was holding the ball, found a gap in the linemen of A class and passed it.

The place where I just looked at the uniform and thought that we were on the same side.

“……?”

All in all, there was Bikir.

Because of Class B’s strategy of mobilizing all defenders as strikers, they were halfway dragged out.

…chin!

Unintentionally, Bikir caught the ball.

“…”

Bikir looked at Hivero as soon as he caught the ball.

The unspoken message sent to Hivero by Vikir, who already hates attention, was simple.

‘Do you want to go back?’

‘……sorry.’

Even at that urgent moment, Hivero received Vikir’s gaze and lowered his eyes.

It was the same with middle and low bro.

The morale of the class A linemen soared when the Baskerville triplets suddenly became sullen for unknown reasons.

Tudor and Sancho also hit this opportunity without missing it.

“What? Why are those guys suddenly intimidated?”

“It must be because of our spirit. Let’s go!”

Sancho stepped forward.

Du-du-du-du-

du- Sancho charges heavily like a water buffalo toward Bikir, who stands dumbfounded with the ball.

Before long, the muscled, log-like forearms and palms pressed ferociously into Bikir’s chest.

Right then.

“……!”

In front of Sancho’s eyes, he sees a landscape different from reality.

It’s a memory from a long time ago. It was a memory of pushing and rolling a large rock for training as a child.

Do you have the chin to roll a much bigger boulder with your small body?

But as a child, Sancho constantly pushed and pushed the rock.

And now.

…Teouk!

The helpless feeling he felt then was being felt at the tips of Sancho’s palms.

‘What power…’

Sancho felt a huge rock on Bikir’s slender body.

It doesn’t budge even if you push with all your might.

Rather, the feeling of heaviness and anti-resilience was transmitted to the extent that he was pushed back.

but.

Sancho gritted his teeth.

With the exception of mana, pure strength has never been pushed by others.

Not only to his peers, but also to older generation warriors like his father and mentor.

‘I’ve never lost by force in my hometown, so how can I lose here at the academy!’

Even in the frozen land of warriors, the North Continent, he had no rival.

Didn’t he end up pushing a rock that even his childhood Sancho couldn’t push out?

‘It will be the same this time!’

Sancho snorted and pushed Bikir with strength in his arms.

…Kugukuk!

Even huge rocks eventually move.

‘Look at that! How is it!?’

Sancho looked down at Bikir with a proud smile.

That moment.

‘……!’

Sancho had to face it.

The gaze of Bikir, who was just staring at him with an expressionless face without any inspiration.

rock. The existence that I thought was just a huge rock.

The moment he was pushed back by Sancho’s power, and the moment he stretched out one leg behind him and planted his heel on the ground behind him.

thud!

A different dimension of pressure and weight blocked Sancho’s way.

overwhelming.

Thinking it was a big rock, I pushed it, and Taesan stood behind it.

‘Nonsense! How could this little guy…!’

Sancho was shocked.

When Bikir had his feet level, he was able to push back a little, but with one leg extended behind him, he couldn’t push back even a millimeter.

Cuckoo…

Bikir was holding up Sancho’s strength and weight and not losing the ball.

just thinking about it

‘Should I fall down?’

Bikir wasn’t using mana at all.

However, the blessing of the River Styx, which dwells abundantly in his body, made his bones and muscles stronger beyond their limits.

It would have been impossible to reach this level before returning, but it was possible enough for Vikir in this life, who had monopolized the blessing of the River Styx since childhood.

Also, a healthy mind dwells in a healthy body.

While killing countless monsters, the karma and experience points inscribed in the soul were bringing out the strength of the body to the limit.

With the Baskerville family’s excellent physical strength and a strong soul that has gone through all the hardships of childbirth, they have been able to overcome the natural limits of their weight class.

……But that doesn’t mean you have to use your energy to win here.

Eventually, Bikir naturally withdrew.

“Oops. I can’t take it.”

Bikir collapses.

The ball was thrown far enough away that Bikir was no longer a target for class A linemen.

As the ball flies away, the gaze returns to it.

“Ohhh! Sancho stole the ball!”

“…Hey, but the guy who was tackled by Sancho isn’t dead, right?”

“What’s wrong? Shut up and retrieve the ball!”

All the students run after the ball again.

……but only one. Only Sancho’s eyes were still on Bikir.

‘What just happened?’

The guy who collapsed in vain at the end, but the pressure he had shown until just before that was still making Sancho’s palms and wrists numb.

In the end, I somehow managed to push it away, but at the time of the clash, it was so vague that my vision turned black.

And Tudor, who saw his friend’s expression, also noticed the situation.

“That guy’s body is very hard.”

“… It seems that he wasn’t just a study bug.”

“The basic physical itself is great. Maybe more than you or me.”

“If you use mana, the story will change a lot.”

“That’s right. It’s a pity. If you were born into a noble family and received systematic management, you might have become an expert by now.”

Tudor and Sancho looked at Bikir, who fell behind them as they ran for the ball.

It was a look of pity, envy, and a bit of recognition.

* * *

Afterwards, Class B won thanks to a dramatic golden goal by Hivero Baskerville, middle bro Baskerville and great assists by Lowro Baskerville.

After all, those who were cheered by everyone were the triplets of Baskerville.

Cheak-

B class students laughing and chatting while scattering soda over their heads among themselves.

Meanwhile, Bikir was a bit far away from everyone hugging and running around.

at that time.

Chew!

Something poured over Bikir’s head.

I wanted something, and it was a soda.

“……?”

When Bikir looked up, Tudor and Sancho, also covered in soda, were standing there laughing.

“It’s a hidden contributor to class B’s victory, but if you stay still, you’ll use it.”

“Be more happy. You won because you scored a buzzer beater.”

Tudor, who was covered with a soda, smiled single and put a shoulder around Bikir.

“Honestly, I was a little jealous because you answered so well on your own during the last lecture. I wanted to tease you during PE class.”

“…”

“But I was the one who was humiliated. I realized how stupid I was. Oh, I’m sorry.”

Tudor openly expressed his apology.

Vikir just nodded quietly.

The hero of Changhae Changga, Don Quixote Tudor.

He continued to participate in the endless war of destruction after the era of destruction began later and hunted countless demons.

A hero who died bravely after saving countless people and closing the gate. He was Tudor.

Bikir nodded, recalling the heroic feats of Tudor in his previous life.

At that time, Sancho, who was next to him, asked Bikir.

“But what kind of exercise did you do? Your body is very strong. I thought you used mana.”

Sancho reached out and rubbed Bikir’s chest and shoulders.

Bikir laughed.

“If I had used mana, I wouldn’t have beaten you. I have a terrible amount of mana.”

“It’s a pity, with this blessed skeleton. If you had received early education, you would have become an expert like me. It’s not too late, so listen carefully to the mana breathing lecture at the academy.”

Tudor seemed genuinely sorry.

But Bikir just laughs quietly.

Tudor felt the tip of his nose twitch once more at that calm appearance.

Meanwhile, Sancho chuckled, probably liking Bikir’s hard body.

“By the way, how many 3 generations do you have? Without mana. Would you like to go to the gym later and iron together?”

“Hey, what are you talking about exercise again?

“Ufu! Twy! Don’t feed me something like this! Muscle loss is coming!” Tudor

and Sancho splash drinks on each other and

joke

.

! Drink this water here!”

“…Wash

your sweat

with this. ” ”

Haha

thanks friends. After all, it’s just my classmates~”

Tudor accepted the water and towel with a warm smile.

Sancho and the triplets from the Baskervilles all received water bottles and washed their heads and faces.

…And Bikir did the same. He had to take off his glasses to wash his face, which was sticky with sweat and dust and drink.

Bikir took off his glasses and brushed his bangs back. Then, he washed his face clean with clear water.

Under the hair that covered his face, his bare face was bare . After a while

,

Bikir lifted his head, covered his face, and walked to the stands, dripping with water,

and in an instant

…

the tumultuous playground just before became quiet for some reason.