Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 152

Episode 152 Drinking Game (1)

“Save me. Vikir. Please! Just once!”

Tudor, a sprout dreaming of becoming a great hero, who was always proud and confident, is now begging in a miserable position.

“Ugh. Are you going to die like this? …… Yes, kill it. It would be impossible to ask for mercy from you, Vikir, anyway.”

He, who has an indomitable fighting spirit, also accepts death with a loss of fighting spirit.

“Bikir! You betrayed!? How could you do this to me!?”

Piggy is just Piggy. However, as he believed in Bikir more than anyone else, when a knife was stabbed in the back at the last moment, the range of frustration was the deepest.

……but. Bikir killed his friends without mercy.

“If I can’t, I’ll die.”

At the same time as Bikir’s voice resonated dryly.

Chararak-

The tile has moved.

Colorful words moved on the wide paper board.

Bikir’s black horse devoured Tudor’s blue horse, Sancho’s red horse, and Piggy’s yellow horse.

At the same time, Tudor and Sancho Piggy were brought back to their original starting line.

……With three glasses of punishment liquor.

“Ah, I lost again! Why is this kid so good at board games!?”

“I think I drank 1L of beejuman already.”

“……I think I’m going to vomit.”

Tudor and Sancho Piggy watched as the distance they had traveled so far was reset in an instant, and as they saw the glasses piling up in front of them, they cried.

Meanwhile, the female students laughed and chatted and made a fuss.

“Hey Bikir~ You’re really good at board games.”

“Do you have any secrets to throwing tiles?”

“It’s like someone who only ate and played games! Hohoho~”

Instead of a light make-up perfume on his sweatpants, the faint smell of soap.

Such a casual outfit of the normally modest academy girls.

The male students who came to the girls’ room late at night were enjoying the atmosphere of the drinking party with their beating hearts.

late night. Lovers (?) led by Tudor secretly escaped from the male dormitory and infiltrated the female dormitory.

As promised with the boys, the female students destroyed the latch on one corner of the window in the bathroom on the 1st floor, and the male students who infiltrated through the 1st floor climbed up the drain pipe and climbed to the 2nd floor and through the emergency exit to the 3rd floor and finally to the 4th floor, the forbidden area. They succeeded in infiltrating the female students layer.

Of course, there was a risk of being caught by the officer on duty a few times in the middle, but the supervision of the supervisors was particularly lax today.

Perhaps it was because he did not want to crack down on the tryst of fresh young men and women so severely.

……Well, anyway.

That’s how the boys and girls here are gathered in one room and playing board games.

Most of the punishment for the game was ‘Yut’, but penalties for the horse moving and landing were individually written in various places in the compartment.

For example, ‘hold the hand of the opposite sex you like the most for 5 seconds’, ‘kiss the person with red on the forehead for 10 seconds’, ‘hug the person in front of you for 30 seconds’, etc.

There were non-penalties in almost every section, and the water level gradually increased as the goal point approached.

“…This isn’t a drinking game, it’s a thumb game.”

Someone who was looking at the yut board grumbled.

It was Bianca, perched on the bed in a tracksuit.

Then Tudor died.

“Aren’t you frowning too much that no one wants to have a date with you?”

“You must have misunderstood that there is no one you want to flirt with, idiot?”

Again, a war of nerves breaks out between Tudor and Bianca.

Then Sinclair, who was next to him, stopped the two of them.

“Ah, what’s wrong, everyone~ At a fun drinking party.”

Sinclair smiling like a gentle puppy.

As a model student, she usually wears an elegant school uniform and has a flawless image, but when she wears a loose shirt and dolphin pants, she looks quite familiar.

Then the boys started whispering among themselves.

‘……hmm. Shouldn’t we have paid less attention to our clothes?’

‘Are you stupid? Do you think they didn’t pay attention to clothes? That’s their combat uniform, man.’

The moment when Sancho and Tudor whispered.

“Yut.”

Bikir moved again.

Tudor and Sancho’s horses were eaten once more.

and.

“Yut.”

“what.”

“Yut.”

“what.”

“Yut.”

“what.”

“Bapdo.”

The black horse of Bikir who strategically repeats advances and retreats to carry out serial slaughter.

“Ahh! He died again! Hey! Let’s take another punishment!”

“…You drink only to die.”

Tudor and Sancho pick up their bee-juices, regretting bringing Vikir along.

at that time.

“Hey there… Guys. No matter how much the students drink.”

It was Saint Dolores.

She, too, was sitting on the bed in a loose T-shirt and sleeping pants and in comfortable clothes.

In fact, she is immersed in complex troubles alone.

‘These are the children who came to volunteer work during the golden holiday. It’s no problem if you deviate once. At this point, I’m not an old man, am I? Still, there could be an accident, so drink a little. Uhm…… Do you want to look a little old-fashioned? Do I look like an old man?’

When Dolores looked troubled, Tudor grinned and picked up the glass.

“Don’t worry, Chairman! This is soda, not alcohol!”

Only then does Dolores appear relieved.

Of course, she didn’t even know that some sodas contained trace amounts of alcohol.

Meanwhile, Bikir was still running alone in the board game.

Why is Bikir, who usually doesn’t like being in the spotlight, performing so well in the game?

‘……It reminds me of the past.’

It was because of memories.

Yut game.

Four tiles are tossed and depending on the situation where they are overturned or flipped, they move forward or sideways depending on the situation.

If you encounter an opponent’s horse on the way, you can eat it and send it to the starting line.

This board game was very popular among soldiers who went out to the field during the era of destruction and ambush or wait.

It’s not because it’s particularly fun, it’s because there weren’t really any other board games to play other than this in the army.

‘…At that time, while waiting for 5 minutes in the trenches on Hill 7 on the Western Front, I played this game until I got tired of it.’

In the prolonged war and prolonged confrontation with the enemy, the soldiers lived a boring daily life.

At that time, one of the few entertainments that men could gather together was Yutnori. Of course, at that time, it was an outdated

classic

game that was not played by anyone but soldiers on the front lines, so there were many old people who learned all sorts of outlandish skills…

Maybe that’s why there were no experts.

Just looking at Pi, who is the second best at board games right now, his hand-throwing skills are terrible.

‘…… tsk tsk If you throw it like that, you’ll be robbed by your few soldiers’ salary mates.’

Most of the soldiers who were on the frontlines of the era of destruction were accustomed to this kind of entertainment.

Bikir also did not like gambling, but he was often dragged by his superiors to learn, so his skills were excellent.

…widely!

Yut and Sari and Baekdo.

Bikir’s black horse moved forward and ate one of Sinclair’s white horses that was 5 squares ahead.

And on the very next turn, back one square and eat one more of Sinclair’s white horse.

Two white horses suddenly rolled back to the starting line.

Sinclair, who had lost two horses, cried out.

“Hyung! Are you a pro gamer? Why are you so good at it! It’s sad to lose in studies, but even in games…”

She told me not to call her oppa, so she calls her hyung.

After five horses were robbed by Vikir, Tudor asked Bikir with a look of astonishment.

“No, I’m good at yut, good at dice, good at cards… Is there a game you can’t play?”

“does not exist.”

Bikir said firmly.

Everyone in the room exclaimed at that overwhelming confidence.

“Bikir! Bikir! Can I give you a ride on your horse?”

“Hey, I want to see your face. Hehe, can’t you just cut off your bangs?”

“Let’s take off our glasses, okay?”

“Aren’t you frustrated? Would you like me to cut your hair? Especially the bangs…”

Several female students sneaked up to Vikir’s side and tapped her arms or knees.

And another female student showing interest in Bikir.

“……Are you good at board games?”

It was the student council president, Dolores.

“Then, do you know how to play ‘Go’?”

She didn’t know about other games, but she was confident in this one.

Finally, Bikir nodded.

“Leave it.”

“Really? How much energy do you have?”

“…About 2nd grade.”

Then Dolores laughed inwardly.

‘It’s level 2, so it’s enough to be conceited anywhere.’

For reference, she was a 5th dan amateur.

Since he was young, there was no one in his family who could play Baduk, so he had to bring in an instructor from outside.

……Even though no new students came in after that, so it was abolished.

Since then, no one has played Go with her, and most of them did not know how to play Go in the first place.

Dolores was also busy with various tasks, so it was difficult for her to play a game of Go comfortably, so it was a hobby that she naturally drifted away from.

However, there is a kid here who boasts that he is good at all board games. With only level 2 skills.

“Whoa~ President! Are you going to have a fight with Bikir!?”

“Sister! It’s cool!”

“The general manager who is good at everything versus a newcomer who specializes in board games! What’s the match!?”

Coincidentally, the atmosphere also welcomed Dolores’ participation in the war.

Dolores rose from her bed, pretending to be overcome by the cheers of the people around her.

Until now, I didn’t know how to play board games, so I only watched from afar, but now it’s different.

Go is the only board game she knows how to play and is the only board game she is very good at.

It’s been a long time since the plate was laid like this.

‘Then, shall we enjoy it for the first time in a while?’

The saintess grinned as she held up the simple checkerboard that Tudor had brought.

Amateur 5th dan hid power.

Dolores’ energy and Bikir’s energy were literally the difference between heaven and earth.

And she was playing Go while keeping this fact a secret.

“How about a glass of punishment per house as a penalty?”

The other students who had been weighed down by Vikir so far cheered at Dolores’s ambitious provocation.

and.

“……great.”

Bikir just nodded dryly, as usual.