Auto Hunting

Gungon looked at the watch.

I know it's not manners.

But that was the one who didn't protect the manners.

On the other side of the table was a propulsion. President, Tenz Korea.

But there was one more person who had to sit down.

"Your teacher..."

"He'll be here soon."

Isn't it amazing?

This isn't a neighborhood bar, and even if it's Tenz's boss, he's an organic rock.

There is no reason to leave the relationship and be ignored.

"I can't wait any longer."

Organic stones raised their voices.

It's a little bit everywhere.

"I have a schedule, too, and even if you do me a favor..."

Then.

Drum-

The door opens.

Organotic stones have cleared the unpleasantness out of their faces.

Then I got up and prepared for the guests.

Not Tenz 'Korea', the head of Tenz.

At the same time, the greatest hunter in the Ten Zones.

"......."

"Is this the guy?"

The pupils of the organicstones were briefly shaken.

Not quite what I had in mind.

No, a very different impression.

An old man in a long beard and eyebrows, dressed in traditional Chinese folklore, was an image in his imagination.

Of course, it was part of the unorthodox mania that Organosuke recognized during his academic years… but wouldn't anyone imagine that image?

"You're looking at people pretty well."

"Ah…! Shi, excuse me."

The Organosphere hides its head with a blemish.

Greet them in long-standing Chinese.

"It's an honor to meet you! Organic rock, the head of the Gungon."

"I heard."

Rather, she answered in Korean, and Jingyeongbak sighed.

"Then let's go."

"......?"

"Yes? Master, what is it..."

In the words of Jinyubai, organic stones, as well as thrust, put a question mark over his head.

"I thought it was a light hike, but I was up all night hunting because of that rascal."

Sunglasses glanced at the cornerstone.

"Well, I saw your face once. All right, let's go. I'm tired."

When Jinyubai nodded, a propulsion arose.

Who are you to disobey?

But the organite was not that far.

"No, wait…!"

It's called a crooked opponent, but it's business all the way.

The three hours of sitting and drinking water remained with emotion.

"I've been waiting for hours on this side!"

The mistake that that emotion made.

Bang, bang.

"......!"

Thrust swallowed my breath.

The hand of the organic stone was halfway round on the arm of the authentic bag.

Of course, a simple touch without any coercion or power.

"... I'm sorry to hear you say that. However, I have been looking forward to seeing Ms. Jean in person for a long time. I also want to say..."

However.

That's not even close.

It didn't matter at all.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"........!"

Taang!

What he did was not authentic.

Organosphere quickly retreated back.

Corner of the restaurant room.

The organic-stone body with its back was in a battle position without even knowing it.

"I'm tired."

Third place on the string.

One is that it can't go beyond Lee Jae-jae. In other words, it is a skill pie that has been constantly following right behind Lee Jae-jae.

It's such an organic stone.

The trained unconscious reacted first, rather than reason.

'Die.'

Sunglasses that still look at you.

But the eye beyond that is different from what it just was.

The absolute man he had imagined.

No, more than that.

The thrusters rushed out of the room door.

You hear a sound outside the door and convince the waiter that propulsion is no big deal.

"Yes. You have something to say?"

"Er... Th..."

"Well, obviously."

Jinyubai's eyes glanced through the room.

The side seat where the organic-seat sat.

A sword was placed in the protective gear.

Professional tools in organic stone.

It was a love sword taken by organicstones to appeal to Jinwibaek as a more valuable timber.

Jinyubai picked it up.

And then...

Tuck.

I threw it in front of the organics.

"Squeeze it."

"Yes… yes?"

"Draw your sword. Whatever you're trying to pull, try it here."

The arms of the organic-stone were tucked together against the wall on either side of the corner with the back.

The sweaty head looks down at its blade.

"However."

"...."

"If Jarong is not well enough, he must pay for it."

"......!"

That's ridiculous.

You want me to draw swords against people?

However, the 'nonsense' that organic stones felt was not related to such common sense.

Death.

The old man in front of you. Jinyubai is currently experiencing no errors, but the survival instincts of organic stones have been stimulated to the extreme.

Organosphere itself desperately denies.

Instead of picking up the sword, the arm sticking to the wall proves it, and the legs trembling.

"I... I..."

"Well, never mind."

A word of authenticity dropped like permission.

But just like that,

"Huff, huff!"

In the room.

The atmosphere that surrounded the organic stone disappeared at once.

Organic stone that sits on the floor with ease in its legs.

"I appreciate the willingness to learn."

Turning around, Jinyubai said.

"Obviously, you have a lot to learn going on."

It was an organic rock with hope in its words.

"You're a dog."

It was not just language that was cold.

"A dog should eat only what its owner gives it."

I turned my back.

Only the voice that flowed beyond it pressed against the organic stone.

"And you don't touch your master's arm."

Before leaving the visit.

Jinyubai only looked at the organic stone once.

"I hope you'll remember that. The son of a bitch is crawling, and I don't like him very much."

"......."

Brutally closed visits.

The thrust draws near, noticing.

"How did you see..."

"Ground Sword."

Jinyubai said briefly.

The thrust swallowed my breath.

While walking through the hallway of the restaurant, I looked at Jingyeongbae for a long time, and finally I opened my mouth after knowing that the teacher wasn't in a bad mood.

"Master?"

"Tell me."

He said, "You see, organic stones are the timber that lives in this country with new fingers. The swatched Samjae Sword has already confirmed its talents. But…"

Among the duplicate copies that Tenz had, the Ground Swordsman avoided the lower ones rather than the upper ones.

No matter how much I'm told I'll grow up under it, I still have to provide a duplicate copy to suit my abilities.

Jinyubai smiled.

"If anyone hears you, you know they're all from your hands, right?"

"......!"

The new white is the face of thrust.

"I'm sorry!"

"I can't see. He is."

"......."

while tightening his head.

The momentum, on the other hand, felt curious.

I can't... see...? "

Have you ever criticized someone that way before?

"And that's just the level of talent."

Jinyubaik yawned again.

"All night... what happened to you?"

"I saw him. His name is Yooseong."

"......!"

Is that so?

Then I could see the momentum.

The reason why teachers are harsh on organic stones is because of a very simple principle.

If you eat something that tastes really good,

I don't feel anything for a lighter taste.

"You seemed pleased."

"Well, that's just it."

It was a huge compliment for Jinyubai.

'You must have been impressed.'

Of course, the propulsion was just a guess.

The fact that Yooseong chased after Jinseok last night and slapped Jinseok's cheek hard. Above all,

I didn't even know that Jinwi-baek casted a bunch of unconscious bodies on him last night.

"There's gonna be another priest. '

with a faint smile,

The momentum asked the forgotten question.

"Ah… and by the way, I see that you did well with the job you saw in the gentleman before you came."

"Yes, I haven't been stubborn. Either way, I got one."

"......!"

The momentum did not conceal the joy.

"Finally…"

"It's not in my hands right now."

"Yes?"

It's been a long time since I've seen thrust.

Maybe it's the first time.

With a slight look on his face,

The teacher scratches the back of the head.

"Well, I gave it to him."

"If it's him... you mean Yooseong?"

My heart is full of momentum.

'I didn't think you'd seen it that high......! "

It wasn't that I didn't understand just the quality, but it was a radical decision considering the other disciples.

I wanted to say a lot.

As always, I endured the push.

So I didn't know completely.

The teacher's face,

What a shivering face means.

"Phew."

If he had known, he would have collapsed in a bubble.

The fact that the teacher handed over the treasure to a non-disciple.

...

Yooseong raised the button.

"Whew."

I guess I got lucky.

Even the smallest 'mountains' class crack, there were not many monsters beyond the crack.

Even before the pulse breaker was fully charged, the thrusters alone were able to clear out the monsters inside.

It's not always an accident.

"I guess we're in luck."

Trespassing interest,

The team leader in charge of Yooseong's escort handed him the advice.

"17 hours."

"Yes."

"Good luck. Yooseong."

Yooseong shook his hand with the team leader.

Other team members, as well as the team leader, asked to shake hands with him.

"Well, I'm going to close now."

"Yes, thank you."

Jiay-

Pulse breaker engaged.

The group leaves one by one before the crack closes.

Finally.

Parker!

An otherworld where cracks are closed.

Yooseong was completely alone.

"July 19, 20xx. PM 1: 02."

An analog recorder with tape inside cracks.

Meteor leaves the first record.

"Hunter Yooseong. Dive in."

Once again, you check the equipment you brought.

19 hours from now.

Cracks occur 52 kilometers from here.

However, within 21 hours, Yooseong has to arrive alive.

"Check the exploration equipment. All operational. All clear...."

Yooseong opened the last compartment in the bag.

A place where hunters dive in to store personal items or food preferences.

Inside, there was a collar.

"I don't know if I did the right thing."

Without recording, Yooseong muttered.

I could have left it to Seong-wook, but this is a genuine bag and Yooseong related item anyway.

I didn't want to get involved in anything other than taking him and apologizing.

Fluffy.

"......!"

A sideways call.

Meteor's reaction was rapid.

Turn to the other side where the sound came from, while simultaneously pressing the button.

Yooseong's body immediately moved.

However, the act of automatic hunting was not an act of combat.

Pick up the bag and run in the opposite direction.

"Is he that strong? From the beginning?! '

But while I was running,

Click.

Armor that opens your hands.

"......?!"

A frightening meteor mouth opened.

The one in the collar.

A black monopoly thrown by auto hunting.

I went in.

Right after that,

I almost lost my concentration in a long time.

Not for any reason.

Write!

The bitterness of my head spread from my tongue to my body.

Anyway, the monotony melted quickly and went over the throat.

The effect was immediately found.

The past of apartments can no longer be made.

The Great Band began to absorb.