
"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.
"๐๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ต๐ช๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ข๐บ๐ข ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฉ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ญ๐ช๐ด, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ช ๐ฅ๐ช๐ข ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ช ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข. ๐๐ค๐ฉ. "
"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.
๐๐ข๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต๐ถ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ-๐๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ. ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ช ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ช. ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ช ๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ, ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ญ๐ถ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ช ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ.
๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฌ.. ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐ด๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ถ๐ณ๐ถ, ๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ท๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข, ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ด-๐ฉ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฉ ๐ช๐ฃ๐ถ, ๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ ๐ท๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ข ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ-๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ.
๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ช ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ถ๐ข ๐ซ๐ถ๐จ๐ข ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ข ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ฌ๐ข๐ด๐ช. ๐๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ต๐ถ ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฎ, ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ข ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ข, ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ข. ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ถ๐ญ ๐ด๐ข๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐บ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ต ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐บ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ซ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ถ๐ต. ๐๐ต๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ฃ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฅ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ต ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฃ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ข. ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ซ๐ถ๐ต๐ฏ๐บ๐ข, ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ข๐ฏ.
๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ช ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ช ๐ช๐ฏ๐ช ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฌ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ฉ ๐๐ฐ-๐๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ญ. ๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ข ๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ?
๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ญ.. ๐ต๐ช๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข ๐ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ช ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ข. ๐๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐บ๐ข.. ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐บ๐ข๐ฉ ๐บ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ข๐บ๐ข ๐ซ๐ถ๐จ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข. ๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ฉ๐ถ๐ช ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข.. ๐ช๐ฃ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ถ.
๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ญ๐ช๐ต ๐ฃ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฌ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐บ๐ช. ๐๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ช ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฌ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ช ๐ด๐ข๐ข๐ต ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ 7 ๐ต๐ข๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ, ๐ช๐ต๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ฃ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ข ๐ด๐ถ๐ฌ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐บ๐ฌ๐ถ. ๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ช ๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ ๐บ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ข๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต๐ถ ๐ข๐ค๐ถ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฃ๐ถ, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด-๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ช.
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.
"๐๐ฃ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฎ๐ถ, ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ช๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ถ ๐ต๐ช๐ฅ๐ถ๐ณ ๐บ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ. ๐๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ข๐ข๐ต ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ถ ๐ช๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฏ๐บ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต๐ณ๐ช ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ถ. "
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?!! " ๐ข (*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.
๐๐๐๐๐ค๐๐~