episode_0389

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She stuck her face in the mud and spat out the dirt that had entered her mouth.

Something that was a mixture of dark brown and bright red appeared like a dot on the ground.

“I thought you would only use the term ‘swordsmanship’ without any hesitation. You were hiding your molars.”

The great warrior of the tribe stood up with his hands on his knees and spoke. Her neatly braided hair was a little disheveled.

The man who received the question from Daejeon Temple did not open his mouth again except for the short words he said earlier.

“It’s nice to see you looking relaxed. Well, that makes hunting fun.”

Speak alone, understand alone. The great warrior nodded and picked up the great sword again.

The heavy weight of the great sword passed over her shoulder drove her mind back to the ground.

A small amount of blood flowed from the mouth, as if the internal organs had been crushed. It was probably an injury that would require treatment upon returning to the tribe.

She was so immersed in the immediate fight that she put aside the future of showing herself to the shaman and receiving treatment.

He touches the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smears the blood. Then, using his hand like a brush, he drew a long line down his cheekbone.

It looked similar to the blue tattoo on her body.

“Is that a tattoo?”

The duke, who had remained silent, asked. The tone became somewhat lighter, and the usual harshness seemed to have softened.

“Are you curious?”

As the tribe’s great warrior smiled, showing his teeth, the man nodded.

“If you achieve great achievements as a member of the tribe, you will get a tattoo. Each part and each shape has a meaning.”

“This means that before my coming-of-age ceremony, I hunted game on my own. There were three mountain wolves.”

The woman pointed to the dot-like tattoo under her eye.

“This means that a coming-of-age ceremony was held. The fact that the end of the tattoo is an arrowhead means that the game I caught at the coming of age ceremony that year was the largest.”

“Ho-”

Surprisingly, when the duke responded, the Great Master continued his explanation as if he was excited.

“I didn’t know you were this interested in me.”

When she spoke after a long explanation, the man also scratched the back of his head, probably embarrassed.

“Do you only get tattoos when there is something commemorative?”

Suddenly, the man asked as if he had something to be curious about.

“What?”

The woman asked back, as if she wasn’t sure what the question meant.

“I was curious about whether personal humiliation, such as being chased by prey or running away from a war between tribes, is recorded as a tattoo.”

The man moved his neck left and right to relieve his stiff muscles.

“There is no such thing. I only get tattoos for glorious things.”

The woman also said as she took up a fighting stance.

“I see.”

“No need for weapons?”

The Great Master glanced at the weapons rolling on the floor.

“I think you can do without it.”

At the Duke’s words, the veins on the woman’s forehead stood out.

“It seems that not only the way you fight, but also your personality has changed. Okay, what if I have a weapon or not? Anyway, it will be this body that was handed down by the earth that fights!”

Daejeonsa ran like a wild boar. As she slipped on the ice, an unstoppable pressure radiated from her fast approaching speed.

The man did not know the identity of that pressure. It was momentum.

The greatsword was swung as if trying to bisect the waist.

The man measured the speed and weight with his eyes and then dug in again.

“Do you think you will get hit by the same move again?”

She let go of her sword and hurled her fist at his approaching face.

In the first place, the great sword was a bait to draw him out. The great warrior had a wry smile on his face as the man approached his fist.

But her premonition of victory was short-lived, and she instinctively turned to the side.

This was because the man’s heel fell from above like a snake’s fangs, aiming for her shoulder.

The man clicked his tongue, apparently displeased with the fact that he only hit the ground.

The woman threw the long sword that had fallen on the floor, and the man dodged it by leaning back.

When a man attacks, the woman avoids.

When the woman fights back, the man blocks her.

‘The movements are really unique. Even though it seems organized, there are times when it is instinctive like a beast.’

She thought as she blocked the man’s fist aimed at her stomach with the face of her greatsword.

The timing of the attack was standard. If you expect a right foot, you attack with your right foot, and if you expect a left fist, you attack with your left fist.

It was enough to predict and counterattack.

The problem is the situation after the counterattack.

When he counterattacks after parrying a visible attack, his previous appearance disappears and he appears to rely heavily on intuition.

It shows unpredictable movements, such as dodging by rolling on the ground or dodging by ducking or flipping.

‘I feel like I’m getting more and more involved.’

Another thing that got on her nerves was his hand.

Since the change in momentum, he has not used his weapon.

In a fight between weapons and bare hands, it is natural that the side holding the weapon generally has the upper hand.

However, the man was actually showing a better appearance than when he was holding a weapon.

‘Are you hiding your power? No, I’m not the kind of man who would use such a tactic in front of an enemy.’

I tried to think about why I became stronger, but no clear answer came out.

Then I come to the conclusion that there is no need to think about it.

Another routine attack comes. If you avoid this and counterattack, you will make dizzy movements again.

So how about this method?

She recalls memories of a saber-toothed tiger she once hunted.

That saber-toothed tiger was also annoying because it moved quickly, just like this man.

‘How did you catch him back then?’

After a fleeting moment of memory, she took a long stride and looked at his feet falling on her shoulder.

She felt a heel touch her left shoulder, followed by a sharp pain.

She gritted her molars and looked into the man’s eyes.

Even though the attack was successful, his eyes were filled with confusion.

That would be it too. This is because his foot, which was lowered to his shoulder, was still fixed to his shoulder.

“I caught it like this.”

Despite the feeling of his shoulders being broken, the Great Warrior was able to laugh heartily.