[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

I quickly forgot about Squalo, along with his rhetoric about killing me in a year.

If I hadn't met him at the Balian tryout a few months later.

I hate assassination troops, but I also hate so-called positive troops or outside consultants. If I have to choose one to join, then I don't engage in internal discrimination. They are all murderous mafia anyway.At that time, I had been training for more than a year, and I was considered outstanding among the same batch of newcomers—the ability to be beaten for resisting my superiors was also outstanding. Various departments within Vengley extended olive branches to me, but I hadn’t done it yet. Decided, it is a day to wait for one more day with a fluke mentality.

I was forced to go to the Balian selection meeting by the coach.He is a man who is as gentle and affectionate to women as a spring breeze, and as cruel and ruthless to his subordinates as a severe winter. When I protested that I am also a woman, he sneered and said that I will find him when I grow breasts and buttocks, and added that he doesn’t like it. oriental.

Racist jerk.

In order to avoid being hung upside down by the door all night again, I went to Balian's tryout.The selection of new recruits for the assassination unit was similar to that of underground boxers, without any pretentiousness and politeness of outside elites, and all that was presented was bloody fighting.

Assassination troops are allowed to die, as long as the proportion does not exceed 30%.

That day I squatted under the stage, watching the screams and blood flying in the lights, the sound of guns and weapons, and I felt that life is really impermanent, and these mafias who can still be called "teenagers" have not yet realized their future. Dreams, maybe even before they have independently collected a protection fee, they fell here first and became a stepping stone for others.

With the mentality that everything will be fine with Shui Yishui, I won a few times casually, and then I played dead on the sidelines.During the period, some people seemed to think that I was a bully, and came to provoke me. I broke the bridge of the nose, and screamed and went straight out.I think it's for their own good, even if I can't beat them, why don't you hang out with Balian, why not go to a place with a slightly lower risk like the consultant outside the door and wait to die.But a circle of rumors spread that I somehow became the "mysterious power from the East" in the mouth of others, and suddenly there was nothing around me.

Can't everyone see what a golden heart is hidden under my expressionless appearance?When I was squatting in the corner thinking about this, a figure flew across from the stage, fell in front of me with a "bang chi", and sprinkled blood on my head and face along the way.I stared at the screaming/groaning man on the ground, not knowing for a moment which of us was more unlucky.

"Do you need me to collect your body?" I asked kindly.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the man on the ground screamed even more terribly.

"Hey!! Isn't this the scum of that day!! Come up and fight one-on-one if you have the guts, and watch me chop you into pieces!!!"

Deafening human voices rumbled through the entire hall, colliding with the walls in all directions into turbulent echoes.The audience was quiet for a while, and a vague atmosphere of fear permeated the air.

I glanced around, only to find that not only in front of me, but also in other places, there were miserably wounded, as if a small battle had just been fought.

"Hey!!!"

The figure on the stage swung a sword with a "shua la la" sound, bringing out a silvery afterimage, as if he was an ADHD patient.

I'm a little worried.I have had enough fights today, I don't want to work overtime, and I don't have overtime pay.

"Sorry, I don't have the guts." I continued to squat on the ground without moving, and readily admitted defeat, "Can you find someone else?"

"Go ahead!! Coward, run away? Hey!!"

when--

I picked up the sword next to me and blocked the silver light above my head.

"Wow, it's very dangerous. If I hadn't reacted quickly, you would have committed the crime of killing, okay?" I was very dissatisfied, "The underground air is not circulating, can you stop the smell of blood in the air?"

He was laughing excitedly.

"Try this sword!!"

I have to admit that the speed of his sword is unbelievably fast, and the strength is also surprisingly great.I was impatient and "bited" his weapon with space, but he picked up the cold weapon next to me and continued to chase after me.

"Do you think you're hunting monsters!" I also became a little irritable, "Is chasing me fun? I said I don't want to fight with you, can I go find someone else! And after all, who are you!!"

I said that Spelby Squalo had sky-high self-esteem, but I also said that I didn't realize it until later.What's more, I was irritated by the bloody and oppressive environment around me at that time, and I really didn't remember who this silver-haired boy who kept swinging a sword like ADHD was.

I remember that moment very clearly—the sword aura striking my neck stagnated for a moment, and his face, which was laughing wildly as if smelling blood, also froze for a moment.

"—Hey!!!! See if I don't tear you into pieces, you arrogant trash!!!!"

So, other than trash talking, can you tell me who you are bro?I had a headache and thought I must have met a fool.

...Idiot?

"Oh, I remembered, I'm sorry." I swung the ax at him heavily, and said apologetically, "So you are the idiot who didn't know why by the river that day."

"Bastard, kill you!!!!"

I pissed him off on purpose, I admit it, because I really don't like a mafia who kills people casually, even though that day under the night full of stars, he comforted me indirectly with a tone full of sarcasm and sneering , and I can't have any kindness for a mafia who will disembowel human beings with a long sword at will.

Although I am also a scum.However, isn't it just because you are a scum that you can freely double standards.