My Antagonist Life Reancarnation's
Chapter 3: 2

I walked through every tree in the same place. Nothing feels like life risk. Am I the only one here?

All the monsters that existed were just ordinary little monsters. Nor can it make lives so bad. Why am I chasing death and the angel of death?

I don't know

Also..

Something keeps on following me. Whatisit? Not clear, a bit vague. Not humans, are animals? Maybe the exam supervisor, huh?

Hm..

I don't know, which must have been since I kept following him. Looking back there was nothing. I thought it was a hallucination. But, if hallucinations are not possible continuously.

Once again I stop my legs that continue to do this body turning —terbang— and then look back to the back. And yep! There is nothing pu

Oh~

Also true. There's one that keeps following me, and I keep just looking at it. A black-colored fowl, his eyes also had beads just like the color of his body. He was perched on the side of a tree branch openly.

Crow

That's the creature I was referring to earlier. If seen by people who are too vigilant, will definitely think the bird is a man and do a fake gelagat.

According to my observation it was like his habit. Every movement made by this one bird is not a lie. But, wait— for what we are talking about this.

Let out my hand to form something, which I must have done to bring the bird to my hand.

Srak

The bushes made a sound along with the crow approaching me, I threw it on my shoulder.

The distance between myself and the bushes was very close, thus allowing Me to rewind the steps. His voice grew even bigger along with a growl of no more than one.

Grrrrr

Grrrrr

Grrrrr

A group race seemed to be growling with a voice that sounded hungry, light saliva dripping from their mouths. The color of their eyes lit up, looking at me who was silent standing up.

Honestly, I don't know what to do. Directly attacking or waiting for them first?

Even in training to raise the level before, I always wait for the cue. Although sometimes I do cue for them, because it is a determinant of his strategy.

That gray-haired thing is some kind of wolf, or something. I forgot his name. There were about a dozen of them. These..

"First butterfly: The Scratch"

..She is!!

The one I have been waiting for the most!

I'm not very good at making a name for the sword I made recently. Which I definitely call it that, because it only scratches the surface of their skin. This one-eyed weapon I made into only a few inches, the other line was just a regular rectangle. Even so it was just its outward appearance.

It is not in vain that my intention to become a poisonous Assassin. Although in the end I became a sword user like Mama.

This move is a fusion between [Wind Step] and [Wind Slash]. It looks pretty hard about combining them. But that was just at the beginning. As I train it, I keep getting easier.

Although the incorporation of this style is common because it must have been many people who know. But there is something else that makes me make it a homemade style. Pesticides of origin medj— I mean mixed poison.

Oho! And well. There are some artificial mechanics with buttons. For this sword. Like a knife replacement. Knife blades that change different types. Starting from the only paralyzing to kill.

Cruel? Yep. I'm not our heroine. I'm not as gentle and warm as Mama. I am not someone who loves others as much as some people I know. I. a creature who likes to challenge death!

Back to story.

Forget the above story. Because it's a little boring. Just an explanation.

The kind of poison I made was lethal enough if given according to the dose. I only give poison that can paralyze the opponent. So they will slowly have trouble moving. Good. Stop narrating. Go to the battle first.

I used it first [Wind Step]. When a few inches closer to them I just use [Wind Slash]. With limited speed I made some of them hit my sword eyes.

Then I took a few more steps back. Those who hit my knife eyes, growling furiously don't like.

Ck ck ck

Only in the scratch angry. What else was killed.

But I like their reaction. I cut the diamond sword between my fingers. Intended to make them angry. Of course with amiri the victory.

They growled stronger. It means their frustration may already be at the top. Walk my feet towards me. They feel like I'm a kid who can be bullied?

All right then. We return.

Nimblely my little right hand reinserted my size sword into its sheath. Like them, I took a step with also an aura to intimidate back.

Intentionally, my hand lies as if it were an expert. The right hand that hung lazily and the left hand I put at the end of the handle of my sword while stepping.

I know my great potential on this one from that guy. Intimidation is something I rarely do. Because it is difficult to control the area of the aura. Sometimes if the kebablasan I try at home, even a small tiredness even some fainting.

Just "Ah?!" What I can get out of my mouth.

Even so it is fairly well trained even though there is occasionally if not focused properly so kebablasan.

They seem to stop their songg steps earlier. Some tried to retreat but could not. Ouch. Am I kebablasan?

All right, whose conscience doesn't have it? I reduced the dosage so they could be a little relieved.

(Heh! It's poison! Take the dosage of everything!)

Have mercy on them, O conscience. My hands are already moving agilely wanting to paralyze them.

Sriii

They looked for me. I can feel that. Behind them is me. Some of those who were injured because of me just now, just suddenly fell down.

All narratives are length by length equal to a rectangle it only takes place for a minute at sight.

They looked furious knowing the smile was mocking me. Their steps are getting bolder. Attacked me with their dangerous sharp claws.

One of them attacked him with magic.

Bruussh

Lothawat!

Ukh

Sick enough. Fortunately, I immediately avoided the side. Just the first few hours, already hurt, eh wrong, just a few minutes to meet wolf-chan already hurt. But it only takes a minute for my poison to work.

For one minute there was no fatal wound for me, just a few scratches earlier.

They are finally right. I took out a few dozen small sword blades in my courtroom ring - meaning my challenge with A-01.

"Sorry, Wolf-chan." My murmur was small while thrusting it right in the stomach on the core where their core.

Your life is the limit here only. Don't take revenge on me. Because the world is cruel.

This time I actually took a part of their body and put it in my ring.

Hah~

The moon is already where a third of the way is headed, maybe midnight.

Let's walk again.

I again did not find anything to attract angels to keep watch. Only a few groups of morons were slit by me. The rest, who are indeed challenging death, are hiding.

Haduh~

The expectations don't match reality. Life is always like this. But you should be grateful too.

During this trip, there were a few moments I slept.

I also meet other people, sometimes they are in groups, sometimes individuals, like me.

But that's not what I'm trying to say. Because they're all, there's nothing I can protect. They all I can only look at, if figuratively.

During my life, it was not torture that became my trauma, not the loss of a loved one that became my trauma.

No, it's not that.

But it was death before death, which became my trauma.