Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 203

Episode 203 Mixed bathing (1)

The center of the ecliptic.

The academy’s barrier can be seen rising high in the center of the piers above the calmly flowing waterway.

The bridge of dawn is quiet. There were few passers-by on the always crowded roadside. Only a few sincere people who started work early go around sparsely.

And Bikir was going over the bridge to the academy.

slowly slowly.

My physical condition was worse than I thought.

The blood flowing from his waist hardened and there was no more bleeding, but the energy that escaped was slowly recovering.

‘Even with the resilience that became stronger after changing into a dog’s body, at this level… I can’t stand it with a human body.’

If it was a human body, I thought I might have passed out already.

Eventually, Bikir was able to come to the outer wall of the academy with his body.

Nuclear Nuclear –

A black puppy walking with its tongue stuck out.

The guards who were patrolling the outer walls of the academy found such a Bikir.

“Oops, what makes a puppy look so cute? It’s a little too small.”

“Hey hey! Don’t touch it. It looks like a sick dog. What if it gets dirty?”

“It’s dirty, so let’s clean it up.”

One of the guards tried to pet Bikir, but another guard stopped him.

Bong-

Another guard walked out with a grim expression and kicked Bikir.

Bikir, who was hit on the butt suddenly, had to run away.

The guards giggled at such a Bikir and soon went on their way without looking back.

‘……It’s a sad stray dog.’

It wasn’t that I had never wandered the streets, so I knew life on the streets was difficult.

However, the feeling of the street felt by humans and the feeling felt by dogs was vastly different.

Bikir gritted his teeth and stuck to the outside of the wall.

Then, as far as possible, I walked close to the wall, out of sight.

Even if ordinary passers-by happen to pass by, they become wary and distance themselves.

Because you never know when you might be attacked again.

“Woo-Wo-Wo-Wo-Look here!”

A drunken passer-by took out a sausage from his pocket and threw it, but of course he couldn’t eat it.

Rather, beings who show interest towards this side are dangerous, so they just fall further and further away.

“What is it? It’s a dog that’s not friendly.”

The drunk shook the sausage a few times, threw it on the floor, and left.

‘…’

Bikir quietly clings to the wall and walks.

While her eyes surveyed her surroundings, her head recalled the previous battle with the Fifth City.

Morgue Snake, who should have become the king of corpses a long time later.

According to a report received from Xindi Wendy a while ago, he has not shown any signs of abnormality so far.

‘It looks like he’s still human.’

And at that point, the Queen of Corpses appeared. What does it mean?

The corpse of Ahheman in Geronto.

Besides, those last words…

There were other things to think about besides that.

The biggest reason for not being able to end the life of the Corpse Queen at the moment of the decisive battle was, of course, the lack of swordsmanship skills.

Vikir recalled Hugo’s inaction he had seen before Andromalius.

The terrifying majesty of splitting the heavens of the upper and lower jaws, which had been closed like the jaws of a monster, into seven with seven teeth created with a single sword strike.

Even though it is the same Baskerville 7 meal, Bikir’s meal 7 and Hugo’s meal 7 were on a different level.

That must be the gap between a top grade graduate and a sword master.

However, Bikir also had a moment when he crossed that gap and reached the level of a master.

It was at the time when I received Saint Dolores’ buff against Dantalian.

Although it was only for a moment, Vikir had at that time radiated strength comparable to Hugo’s and knocked Dantalian down in the old city.

The problem is that even without the help of a saintess, you have to be strong enough to survive the future battle.

In order to ascend to the highest level as soon as possible… … …

‘……Did you shed too much blood? My thoughts keep getting cut off.’

I had a lot to think about, but I was losing my concentration.

Hurry up and find a safe place to rest so you can plan your next steps and take action.

‘Let’s go inside the academy. I’m going to go to the dormitory or the infirmary and get some sleep…’

Bikir dug the ground with his front paws and made a hole.

The dog hole under the wall, which was like a castle wall, was easily dug up again because it was filled with soft soil and fallen leaves.

When Bikir had just dug a tunnel under the wall and entered the academy.

A chuckle was heard from the edge of the bush.

“Oh, did you drink too much? I’m getting sleepy now.”

“Let’s burn one of these and go to sleep.”

“It’ll be dawn in a little while.”

Three boys and three girls were leaning against the fence and flirting.

The smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Those who have not slept until this time and are busy playing.

Bikir saw the scars still evident on their foreheads.

X

It’s a well-known scar.

Because they were all made by Bikir himself.

‘……Are they the 2nd graders who bullied Piggy in the past?’

The bad quality trash that bullied Piggy, who was very nervous at the beginning of the semester, as a hogu.

So Bikir followed them while wearing a mask, and when they went out of the academy, he dragged them into a back alley and beat them up.

At that time, Bikir took out a knife and dug a cross-shaped scar into the foreheads of these bullying perpetrators.

‘Try to be intrusive in the academy one more time. At that time, I will kill not only you, but also your mother and father.’

The bloody threats were a bonus.

After being horribly beaten by the masked Bikir, the sextet had been holding their breath in the academy, living like rats.

The guys who insulted and harassed not only juniors but also classmates and even seniors if they wanted to seem a little easygoing.

However, if you want to be stronger than yourself or have a higher status, whether you are a junior, a classmate, or a senior, you are despicable servants who whine and cringe.

However, after being exposed to overwhelming violence and fear, they were barely able to breathe inside the academy.

Who is it? Who did the contract assault? Are you going to harm your parents?

There were so many people who were suspected of being the culprits that it was difficult to even identify them.

They didn’t know when or where the retaliation would come again, so all they could do was ruminate on the karma they’d accumulated over the years.

Of course, when these guys calmed down, the troubles in the school drastically decreased.

……But didn’t people say that it wasn’t rewriting?

They were fearful of who might be watching them, but their caution did not extend to the puppies who had nowhere to go.

“Huh? What is it? You bastard.”

A male student drinking from a bottle spotted Bikir coming out from the edge of a bush.

Bikir quietly turned his head. The dog’s body recovered quickly, but the wounds on various parts of the body were still not fully healed.

Six sophomores surrounded Bikir, giggling.

“Hey, can stray dogs wander around the academy like this?”

“I’m going to get sick. Let’s take it away. It’s a good thing to take out the trash.”

“I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, but it just went well. Tie it up somewhere for now.”

“Shall we burn alive?”

“Ah, what a pity! Just throw it in the sewer over there and finish it.”

“Ah, I suddenly think of that masked bastard. See you next time. I’ll carve the same knife marks on his mask. Shall we carve that bastard’s body for practice?”

Six delinquents giggle as they hold cigarette butts, daggers, etc. in their hands.

Some threw lit cigarette butts at Bikir, while others threw bottles of alcohol and broke them.

Spitting or kicking was commonplace.

Bikir pondered for a moment.

‘Shall I just kill him?’

You have to have strength to be patient. Maybe it’s because I’m not feeling well, so it’s hard to be patient.

No matter how severe the injury, if he returned to his human body, he would be able to knock six people’s necks to the floor in one second or half a second.

No, in fact, it was possible with a dog’s body.

But if that happens, there will be a big article in the academy morning newspaper tomorrow morning.

< Shock! Academy students bitten to death by stray dogs!? Also, there was no place to dump the body, and there was no physical strength to do so. More than anything, since earlier, my eyelids had been trying to close. [Growl......] A small cry was heard from up there, only Vikir could hear. When I looked up, the young madam was standing on the wall, her hair standing upright, looking down. It looked like it was about to jump. But Bikir shook his head. The sophomores of Colosseo Academy are strong in their own way. If all six of them are together, they are a heavy burden for a young madam. 'I can't help it. In human form for a moment...' When Bikir was thinking about ways to dispose of corpses that would leave no traces in his head. "Cold Arms Donation 2nd Year Class B." An extremely dry and cold voice came from somewhere. "Attendance No. 8 Arm Youth Spear No. 29 Vetri Real Belt No. 58 Housing Yellow Rub No. 63 Seaweed I'm Com No. 66 Bison Redmine No. 71 Oiler South Middle." A voice calling out the attendance number and name of the 6-member group of trash, letter by letter. “……What are you doing right now?” An unexpected ally appeared. A female student holding a bowl of feed in one hand and a bowl of water in the other. It was the student body president, Dolores Rune Quo Vadis.