Novel Rooftop Sword Master Chapter 26 English

Chapter 26. 10 am. In front of Seyoung Villa. "Hey." "Huh?" At Kenta's chin, Yosuke followed her gaze and then smiled. It wasn't a concern in the first place, but the entrance door to the villa they had to go in and solve was because the door was left open as if the automatic switch had been turned off. "Certainly, Koreans think day is less dangerous than night." "Well, doesn't that mean it's better to live than Tokyo?" Yosuke shrugged. Yosuke clicked as he saw Kenta open the Land Rover back door. "Hey Kenta, you're an 18-year-old kid. What kind of gun do you bring when you catch an ordinary guy who can't even be a kid? It's Korea where you didn't have a chance to use it even in Busan." "Well." Kenta ignores nine out of ten of Yosuke's words, who have been close friends for ten years, but decided to listen to him this time. Even though it was meant to kidnap a person from the morning, the two boldly entered the villa, shoulder to shoulder. They took the elevator to the 5th floor and saw that there was a security door leading to the roof, but soon after seeing that the door lock was damaged, they reacted differently. Yosuke clenched his fists and said, "Yoshi!" On the other hand, Kenta frowned as he saw the blatant traces of the illegally intruded T. Anyway, the two went up to the roof. I checked the rooftop room, but the two of them looked at the surroundings first. "I'm going to have to solve it inside. There are high-rise buildings, and there will be some exposure." "Well." Kenta nodded in agreement. "Ugh!" Yosuke always had a habit of unnecessarily relaxing himself before fighting. However, because I thought this was not a big deal, I just put in a funny cheer and headed straight to the rooftop room. Kenta followed Yosuke one beat later. It was the moment when Yosuke was about to grab the handle on the front door. Kenta, who was right behind him, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he grabbed Yosuke's shoulder. "for a moment." Yosuke looked at Kenta's hand holding his shoulder with wide eyes. It was because the force in Kenta's hand holding her shoulder was a bit too much. "What? Why?" Without answering, Kenta glared at the front door in front of her with sharp eyes. “There is a beast inside.” "..what?" Looking at Kenta, Yosuke made an absurd expression. a beast In the middle of this complex city? 'But this guy.' Kenta was a very good-natured guy. Sometimes, when it was dangerous, he would catch the threat lurking over the wall or behind the door. As a joke among his colleagues, he joked that he was from Honshu, so he must have done quite a bit of hunting. Yosuke pulled out the hand he had reached out towards the doorknob. "What? Keeping a ferocious dog inside is it? Are you quiet?" "It's not a dog. It's a beast." "Hey, Kenta. There can't be any beasts in a place like this, right? Are there even wolves inside?" "Maybe." "What? Hey, Kenta." Yosuke, who was looking at Kenta at the absurd reply, gave a surprised expression. "Hey! Hey?" When Kenta's hand went behind her waist and came out, there was a oxtail in her hand. "Oh my God! When did you get that?" These days, swords are rarely owned, let alone possessed. 'cause I have a gun "I knew he was a weird guy, but you're really..." Yosuke shook his head as if he couldn't stop it. But Kenta's mind was thinking of a gun in the backseat parked under the villa. That was the sincerity of Kenta with a sword in her hand. Unlike Yosuke, Kenta was really nervous. Se-young, who had already got up from her chair and pulled out a knife that had been nailed to the floor, stared at the front door while holding the hilt with both hands. Two signs. One of them shows obvious murderous intent. But Se-young decided not to separate the two. This is because the strong smell of blood had already wafted from the two outside the door through their sensitive sense of smell. A class that is qualitatively different from those who have flocked before. You can also feel the anticipation of the metal that tickles the skin. Because memories and experiences tell you through your head and body. So, unlike the last time he responded only with his bare hands, this time he drew his sword. 'Narrow space... darkness… face-to-face... ' It was decided to try the practical form. 'A suitable form.' Various types of forms flowed through my mind like a bookshelf. And it stopped at one form. Arc Bear Foam. Se-young's chest, holding the sword, raised and sinking, and the movement became rough. As a result, the interval between breaths became shorter and the amplitude increased. like a beast. bang! The door swung wide open with a loud noise. A man rushing right in front of Se-young in the blink of an eye. However, Seyoung's two-handed sword ricasso had already hit the man's left chin. Whoops! "Huh?" The man's jaw and neck were lifted by Rikasso's force and flew to the left wall. 'A huge beast!' For Kenta, the opponent's enormous size and ignorant large sword in his hand approached more unrealistically than Yosuke's fluttering in the air with a single blow. Seyoung, who held her big sword vertically in front of her chest, rushed towards Kenta. Kenta hastily raised So Tae-do to face her chest. -shed!- "Ugh?" Kenta was thrown out of the door, feeling an earthquake in his body and a shock like a spark of fire in front of his eyes. 'Hey, this can't be!' Kenta was astonished. It was because he could not stop his body because the shock wave did not disappear even while he was taking more than ten steps backwards. Seyoung, who did not widen her distance with Kenta, raised her two-handed sword above her head. Red-! A horrifying bang sound exploded, and the fear of splitting the head came rushing in. "Suck?" Kenta put one more hand in the small posture of one hand and raised it above his head with all his might. ting. Quad Duck! The moment it felt like it touched, So Tae-do flew in half, and the blade of the two-handed sword shattered Kenta's flesh and bones. "Okay… huh?" Kenta's black eyes fell backwards, leaving only the white of the whites remaining and her knees pounded on the floor. In a high-rise office building where the interior is neatly arranged, as if it was almost finished, except for the wires protruding from the ceiling and walls with less finishing. A man with an all-back hair style, with a skinny face and a sharp image, was alone on the floor with vinyl. The width of the vinyl laminated in three layers is about 5 meters in width and length. The straight-lined man took off the gloves he had on his hands and put on the latex gloves again in the bag he put on the construction work desk. And inside the bag came a wrench, saw, knife, hammer, and even a hatchet. A man who is very careful about aligning the tools on the desk with the upper row. Satisfied with the tidying up, the man sat in a neat posture on the iron chair. Then the cell phone on the desk vibrated. <Yosuke> The man who checked the caller number frowned. The man who pressed the call button spoke with an annoyed face. Please don’t call me)” -… 8 weight Ateh? (Were you Japanese?) The man who had been annoyed for a moment stopped. - Where are you? Because the voice over the phone was neither a voice to be heard nor a voice he knew. The man stood up from his chair, holding the phone. "Who are you?" The man asked again and again in Korean. -Ahhhhhhhh? Instead of answering, the man opened his eyes as soon as a terrible scream was heard. 'Kenta?' Because the voice was Kenta, not Yosuke, the owner of the phone. "Kenta!" - Heh heh heh heh! Whoops! uh uh uh huh? The look on the man's face as he heard the screams gave him a bit of embarrassment. 'weeping? Kenta?' The man momentarily took the phone from his ear and looked at it. - Where are you? An unidentified voice came from the phone again. However, the man pressed the call end button on his cell phone without hesitation. ding-. Just at that moment, the elevator door opened and Soo-hyeon and Su-jeong followed, followed by Su-ho and Chang-su. Se-young threw the phone, which was unilaterally disconnected, without any regrets. “Turn it off!” Seyoung, who crumpled Kenta, whose upper body was stained with blood, was pushed between the back seat and the front passenger seat, and stared out the window. boo boo. As if telling the speed of a car in the middle of the city, the scenery outside the window was quickly pushed back. "You said you'd be there in 20 minutes, and you have one minute left." "Wow!" Yosuke, who grabbed the steering wheel, frantically pressed the Klaxon on the steering wheel instead of answering. Blood was dripping from his head, but there was no time to take care of him.  

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