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I was beaten by Cheonma until the end of training time.

That’s also quite substantial.

The onlookers disappeared in an instant.

The training ground system started working again, colorless.

I couldn’t remember how many times I repeated it.

Because I thought that after I turned 50, numbers didn’t really mean anything.

After all, while we were going all day today.

The number of times a valid hit was given is exactly two.

The moment we first fought and when we attacked in the middle.

Please refer to the previous content for the valid hits applied at the beginning.

The remaining valid hit was a completely coincidental situation.

I unintentionally pulled out Cheonma’s hair.

You may wonder why this is valid, but it is definitely valid.

Because it was an attack that attacked Cheonma’s mind and body at the same time.

However, the only slight flaw is that Cheonma lost his mind for a while afterward and trampled my corpse.

Fortunately, the training system was turned off at that moment.

Only when Cheonma’s hair returned to its original state did Cheonma regain his senses and stop his merciless violence.

“It’s too much to beat someone up like that just because their hair was pulled out.”

“…To me, hair is as precious as life. Losing hair is like losing the title of Heavenly Horse.”

It seems that Cheonmado was as scared of hair loss as anything else.

But what exactly is the Heavenly Demonic Art?

Fist. Breath. Step.

Isn’t each and every thing a part of the Heavenly Demonic Spirit?

I thought that hair loss might also be a type of divine magic.

“Tenma hair loss”

“Let’s go one more time.”

“Fuck, seriously.”

Judging by the feeling of being pulled out, this is clearly a head planting, unlike when Lucian and Uncle Kang Hyuk were together.

In the end, no matter how great a horse is, it cannot overcome the bald family’s genes.

[The Hunter’s living point is here.]

‘When fighting a Heavenly Horse, just pull out its head.’

I can guarantee it, having caused hair loss in the third person.

A question suddenly occurred to me.

Cheonma was calling out Uncle Kang Hyuk’s name in a sigh.

“But Ryu Kang-hyuk earlier…who is he that you don’t like so much?”

“That kid hates to admit it, but he’s a stronger man than me.”

“So that’s why your inferiority complex explodes?”

“Go!!!!! It’s not like that!!!!”

“No, then why do you hate it?”

Cheonma was still clenching his fists as if his teeth were chattering.

“That bastard recommended something to me called a coin.”

“Huh?”

“You said you were going to make money by putting money down, and you made me use all of the money I had saved.”

“Crazy, did you really use all that?”

“…I only ate grass roots for a while. It was more delicious than I thought.”

“Fuck, shit.”

Cheonma closed his eyes and muttered, ‘The pine needles were delicious.’

But Cheonma said that it was okay even if he went through that period.

“I’m the one who bought it, so I’m angry about that, but I don’t hate that bastard Ryu Kang-hyuk.”

I didn’t quite understand it.

If you don’t hate it, then why do you show such hostility?

“Then why did you react like that?”

“Ryu Kang-hyuk said he lived the same way, so I asked him how much he lost.”

“What happened?”

At that moment, Cheonma clenched his teeth.

Anger that exceeded the limit was overflowing from both eyes.

“That kid said, ‘Of course I didn’t buy it. I’m not a retard.’”

“……”

In fact, Mr. Kang Hyuk didn’t retire because the hunter society was dirty.

I thought maybe the hunter society couldn’t handle it so they retired him.

“Anyway, if you see that bastard Ryu Kang-hyuk, tell him. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No, I still can’t strengthen my body. You saw me flying away with my arms and legs earlier.”

[They flew together like a set menu at a hamburger restaurant.]

‘If you add 1000 won, your head will fly off too, really.’

Then, Cheonma crossed his arms, met my gaze, and spoke confidently.

“It is a method that is learned from actual practice.”

“You’re trying to beat me by proxy because my fighting style is similar to that of Ryu Kang-hyeok?”

“…….”

“…….”

A sudden silence.

Cheonma suddenly averted his gaze.

“…….”

“Hey, answer me.”

“I’ll go.”

The Cheonma disappeared without answering my words, in a way that did not suit its size.

In the training ground where I was left alone, I was watching the back of the Cheonma horse that was quickly becoming a dot.

[Is that the owner of Cheonma Talju?]

‘Fuck you.’

And then far away.

Hyeji comes into view training.

Hyeji, armed with only a military knife, fights against a spider-like monster.

Hyeji’s subsequent attacks were different from usual.

It’s not like we’re pushing forward with overwhelming force using crude weapons.

It’s pretty neat.

Simple, restrained movements without any frills.

It was like watching the special forces I used to see on TV when I was young.

Hyeji calmly avoids the spider’s attacks and cuts off one leg each time Hyeji turns.

But the speed was not slow at all, and before I knew it, I was done with the neck grabbing.

The moment the training was over, Hyeji noticed my gaze and ran towards me.

“Shinwoo, when did you finish?”

“It just ended a little while ago. But I’ve never seen you use a knife before. Where did you learn it?”

“Huh? Oh…this. I just…learned it simply at home.”

“Okay? Okay.”

Hyeji answers a little hesitantly.

I decided to skip it since it didn’t seem like he really wanted to talk.

At that moment, Jeong A-yeon also came towards us.

“Hey, Jeong A-yeon. Do you want to train with Cheonma tomorrow?”

“……I’m okay. I just need to train more.”

Jeong A-yeon, who had been speaking enviously in the morning, suddenly started refusing.

I think it was because I was very embarrassed.

“No, don’t worry. I’m so jealous. We should share this opportunity. I’ll explain it well.”

“No! It’s okay! I can’t burden Prince Shinwoo! So please bear with it!”

“But you’ll listen to me if I tell you. We’ll do it together starting tomorrow, okay?”

“Stop talking nonsense! I’m going to torture you like that because you’re crazy! Just kill me right here!”

Finally, Jeong A-yeon, unable to bear it any longer, screamed loudly.

The silence that followed between me and Jeong A-yeon.

“……”

“……”

“Fuck, somehow all the onlookers disappeared.”

“The reality was quite different from what I thought.”

“I thought it would give me solid training from the basics like other novels.”

No matter how you look at it, it’s not a story about the main character’s growth.

[It’s fortunate that it’s not a waste.]

‘Fuck.’

***

The World Tree Welcome Representative candidate will proceed through a single candidate vote as previously mentioned.

That’s why I initially thought I wouldn’t do any separate election campaigning.

But the reality is.

It was a little different from what I thought.

The area in front of the classroom building is a designated area for election campaigning.

A large number of people had gathered here and were doing promotional activities.

Originally, I thought it would be right to just walk around the classroom.

It is said that in the past it was criticized for being too noisy, so it was changed to only be promoted in designated locations.

And the campaign is even though there is only one candidate.

It was going very fiercely.

Mainly from an opposing standpoint.

“The World Tree Welcome Representative is a mongrel. That’s ridiculous!!!!!”

“Pink hair! Don’t you know that pink means brim!!!”

“The World Tree is something that only purebloods should meet!!”

“Appealing to inappropriate breasts is punishable by death!!!!!!!”

The last words were quite forced, so I turned around and saw that it was none other than Hyeji shouting in a heated voice.

I was going to point it out, but I just pretended I didn’t see it and walked away.

As soon as I arrived at the classroom, Jeong A-yeon recognized me and waved.

“Jeong Ah-yeon, did you see it outside too?”

“That’s right, Confucius. You’re more active than I thought”

Jeong A-yeon’s eyes looked slightly curious.

I told Jeong A-yeon about my impressions of the fierce opposition movement.

“You said there wouldn’t be any discrimination because I’m a high elf. But it’s so obvious?”

“…..I could be wrong too.”

At that moment, Hyeji enters the classroom.

“Today was also full.”

“Hyeji, you’re working hard on your campaign.”

“……Did you hear the slogan?”

Hyeji’s face turned pale.

But I couldn’t bring myself to answer and remained silent.

“……”

“Fuck.”

That alone was enough of an answer.

Jeong Ah-yeon began to comfort Hye-ji in her own way.

“Young lady, don’t be so obsessed with that.”

” You are big too, it’s a fuck.

“…I’m sorry.”

Of course, it didn’t have much effect.

As Hyeji said, Jeong Ah-yeon’s breasts were large compared to the average person.

It’s just that it’s not noticeable because of the clothes that are usually like a dobok.

I think I know the general reason why Hyeji went berserk.

The elf’s chest shown in the poster was out of standard, so it must have stemmed from an inferiority complex.

“Shinwoo, are you going to pull out that cannonball?”

“I think I’ll probably pick it?”

Suddenly, Hyeji spoke harshly and extended her hand.

“Are you also possessed by my heart?”

“……That’s…not….but…let me breathe…can you let me go?”

Right on my neck.

In an instant, Hyeji was strangled, but she managed to find freedom and barely breathe.

“Anyway, I tore that bastard number 1 on the symbol, and all the bastards who are promoting the opposition now are his supporters.”

“…That’s right.”

“So I’m going to pull it out to fuck you till the end.”

“I’m sorry. I was blinded by my heart and missed the real enemy.”

“It’s okay, take a deep breath and follow along. There are no bad hearts in the world.”

“Three…three…”

Hyeji desperately tried to follow what I said.

It may seem burdensome now, but you will be able to say it soon.

“Okay, you’re doing great. Cheer up and try again. There are no bad hearts in the world.”

“Three…three…..”

“Okay, tell me!”

Hyeji shouted loudly, as if she had finally made up her mind.

“All the kids in the world with bigger breasts than me should be killed!”

“…….Hyeji, Thanos only killed half of humanity.”

[We’re all going to die.]

‘Is this the introduction to the apocalypse where only Hyeji survives?’

At that moment, Jeong A-yeon looked at me and shouted urgently.

of course.

“Confucius!! Run away!! Quickly!!”

“I already got it.”

“……date.”

Hyeji was a little faster though.

As always, Cheonma arrived today on time for practical training.

But on that day, I couldn’t practice.

That makes sense.

Hyeji has gone crazy.

Because they mercilessly slaughtered me with countless weapons.

The saying goes that fists are closer than the law.

That statement still applies today.

The current situation is such that prohibition treaties or statements of opposition are completely meaningless.

Hyeji’s weapon was closer than the scraps of paper with their words written on them.

Overwhelmed by the sight, Cheonma quickly moonwalked and quietly escaped.

Meanwhile, a sigh-filled voice leaked out from Hyeji’s mouth, who had used up all her bullets without wasting a single one.

“No more boobs…”

***

The Cheonma came every day for two weeks.

Except for the day when Hyeji tore me apart, every time she came to visit, she just unilaterally beat me up.

No, rather than saying he was squeezed, it would be more appropriate to say he burst his body.

Still, it wasn’t until the last day that I started to see some results.

Finally, I have adapted to the physical strengthening.

– Boom!!!!!!

I still haven’t adapted.

This time, it was my right wrist that flew away.

Number 354.

The meaning of the numbers is simple.

The number of times I’ve blown off my limbs while strengthening my body.

– Boom!!!!!!!

It’s number 355.

There was no problem in the stage of quiet concentration.

However, in the actual fighting process, mistakes keep happening.

There was still room for improvement.

Anyway, the last day.

I was finally able to break the head of the Heavenly Demon.

Of course, it wasn’t the official method.

He used lethal force and trickery without reserve.

In addition, Cheonma also did not show his true abilities.

Here, thanks to the propulsion generated when the two legs accidentally exploded, I was able to instantly penetrate Cheonma’s weak point.

He was cowardly, unlike the main character, and coincidences piled up on top of coincidences.

Still, it worked.

“Shiii I finally got it!!!”

“Ahem. I saw it once. Let’s try again.”

“Yeah, you’re so sloppy. Don’t do it anymore. Are you going crazy again?”

“It’s already started.”

“Fuck.”

That’s how it was until the last day of Cheonma Academy.

I was really hit hard.