The Y2H Pen

The Y2H Pen
008. Balance sheet


"Uhhhh! "


"I brought Sarang here" said Yuki.


"Ah. After this I'll need an explanation from you fucking Ryung hae. " said Ho-Seok.


"Huh?! "


"Everything gathers..! "


"Uhhhh! "


Their gaze was directed at the top floor, where Yue was already standing there with several bodyguards behind him.


Yuki stared up at the top, Yue's face filled with satisfaction at the plan from his superior that he thought was going smoothly. Plus seeing Yuki's gloomy face, Yue grew more confident so she could not help but feel satisfied with her face.


"This is the boss's order! Starting tomorrow, the group of writers and the group of fighters will compete for the best title. This will be decisive, whether or not your group is present here! " obviously Yue.


Being a delinquent, and a writer, is indeed taken lightly. That's why [NC] built a system about the best degree between writers and fighters. The victor will get the title, and will certainly get the right. The loser will be considered trash.


"๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ฉ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข. ๐˜›๐˜ค๐˜ฉ. "


"Huh. stupid organization. "


"UH! "


The words coming out of Yuki's mouth sounded very clear even though her voice was not too loud.


"What did you say?! "


"Say your organization is stupid. You play around with someone's feelings, then want to destroy someone else's dreams, you think you're a god?!! "


"Tchs! A killer like you doesn't deserve to talk about feelings..!! You should be aware of what you're doing! "


Yue turned on the CCTV video that was connected to a large screen that was behind them. Everyone looked back, showing Yuki and Sarang killing people in the hallway of the [NC] building.


"Look! A murderer like you has no right to talk about feelings!! After killing all the TOP 10 members, you even still dare to speak so presumptuously! "


"Uh! ..You killed them! "


Yuki started getting carried away with emotions, making her want to beat up Yue right then and there - Nest immediately held Yuki's hand to prevent any misunderstandings like before.


"What does all this mean? Brother.you.. "


"That-that. "


"Monsters. "


*DEG! /stretch/


The rude gasp that came out of Ho-Seok's mouth made the entire room echo.


"Ho-Seok! "


"You monster! "


"Then what are you?!! "


"Uhhhh! "


"haah.. haah.. haah.. kill others, is not that your job too? " said Yuki who was unable to speak anymore.


"Ck. We don't kill people. "


"Uh-huh! "


"Even though we look very sad, we never kill people! You really are a monster, even after killing them you can still talk about other people. Just like that damn woman!! "


*Plak!


/slap/


Yuki's slap hit Ho-Seok's left cheek.


"Uhhhh! Ho-Seok, i-i. "


"Plac.


/hand pressing/


"Stop, that's disgusting. Ihate you. "


Yuki remembered her past..


In a fairly spacious house, her mother was sitting in a wheelchair while Yuki who was then in 1st grade Junior High was silent looking down with trembling hands. The mother looks frustrated at seeing Yuki in front of her.


๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜๐˜ฐ-๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ. ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช. ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ.


๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฌ.. ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข, ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ด-๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ-๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ.


๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข ๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช. ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข ๐˜ซ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ซ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข. ๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ซ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฌ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต. ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ข. ๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข, ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ.


๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ช ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฉ ๐˜๐˜ฐ-๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ. ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ?


๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ซ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ.. ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข ๐˜ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ข. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข.. ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข. ๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข.. ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ช ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ.


๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ช. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ 7 ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ. ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด-๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ซ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ช.


In the end, the court decided to give custody of Yokohama Ho-Seok and Yokohama Haneul to his father, while Yokohama Yuki was placed in an orphanage.


Three months later, the mother was pronounced dead of cancer, but Yuki still came to the mother's funeral. She was also warmly welcomed by her family from the mother's side, and her aunt who was holding her baby at the time, told about Yuki's mother who was so happy when holding Yuki first.


"๐˜๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ ๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ. "


Words that Yuki will never forget, even if he doesn't know it's true or not. Because Yuki loves her mother so much, she loves her family.


Therefore, Yuki began his career as a novelist, to devote all his emotions to a story that he made. For years he had not seen his father and his two younger siblings, but was struck by longing-Yuki kept trying to forget them.


"A philosopher once said, memory must be weak enough to make someone dare to move forward" said a grandmother who looks after a flower shop that Yuki went to.


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"Ho-Seok, what are you doing?!! " Haneul pulls Ho-Seok's shoulder.


"Grove! "


"Do you still think of your sister as your sister?!! "


"Uh-huh! " (*Yuki shock)


"WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK?!! Is it because of that stupid advice that you get so easily influenced?!! "


"Ho-Seok don't you understand?!"


"I don't care! If he really loves us why is he leaving?!! Can you call yourself a big brother after daring to leave your sisters behind?!! "


"Do you insinuate me?!! " ๐Ÿ’ข (*Ryung hae)


"B*c*t! "


"Uhhhh! What.. what happened..? " Miyano arrives at the hall as ordered by the premna-thugs guarding their place, along with the other writers.


At the same time the 100 children also came, making them shocked and surprised. Yue Yang stood on top smiling cunningly.


"What'sthis? "


"Woy! Why here?! "


Shouts from the field children who were forced to wake up during their break.


"Hear everything! It's an impromptu order. "


"Uh?! Miyano..? " The nest turned its head towards the back and saw Miyano as well as the other writers standing by the door.


"THE MATCH BETWEEN THE WRITER AND THE FIGHTER, WILL BEGIN! " said Yue loudly.


๐•Š๐•–๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•’๐•š~