Breaking Up With the Number 1 S-Class - Breaking Up With the Number 1 S-Class chapter 65

65 – The Price of Karma [ EPISODE – 4 ]

“It’s been a while. Narin noona.”

I greeted the blonde woman in front of me.

A person who wears silk clothes and has a pretty innocent expression with a sword at his waist.

She was the guild leader of the Sword Saint Association and the one-year-old sister of my childhood friend Inari.

Inarin.

To my childhood friend Inari, she is her own older sister, although she is the kind of person I know a little bit from playing with Inari when I was little.

To be honest, even my childhood friend’s older sister had nothing to do with me.

It was only to the extent of knowing that Inari had a pretty talented older sister.

However, now I know a lot about Inarin.

The reason I learned about Inarin in detail was when I was working as Eunha Yoo’s secretary at Frozen Heart.

At that time, it was one of my duties to find out about other large guilds.

Of course, I knew something about Inarin, the head of a large guild called the Sword Saint Association.

A swordsman girl called a genius.

Unlike other guild leaders, as a person with the aspect of a tyrant who wants power for its own sake rather than as a means of use.

He had a pretty violent mindset.

But well, that was a story that only applies to one’s own guild.

It wasn’t like he was hurting anyone or anything.

In the end, he was someone who didn’t do such a stupid thing as crossing the line.

So there were no sanctions or anything like that.

“ha…”

No matter how you look at it, it was a situation where the line was crossed too hard.

I found Lee Si-eun sleeping on the sofa in front of me.

As expected, Lee Si-eun was at the headquarters of the Swordsman Association.

Perhaps Inarin over there kidnapped my sister Lee Si-eun.

Why are you trying to touch what I hold dearest…?

I’m trying to get a headache.

I don’t know anything else, but touching my little sister is bound to make me very angry.

Even my childhood friend’s older sister can’t easily forgive that.

“Hmm. It’s been a while. How long has it been since the guild leaders meeting? It’s been a year.”

Inarin looked at me and smiled in front of me.

At first, he seemed a little surprised, but soon regained his composure.

And he lightly greeted me.

“Narin-noona. No need to say hello.”

I couldn’t accept the greeting.

Because I was a little bit angry right now.

I quickly got to the point.

“Rather than that, what the hell are you doing? Kidnapping, you’re doing something pretty bold.”

“Kidnapped? It’s just that he’s sleeping, so he’s comfortable. I just let him rest.”

“I’m not in the mood to joke.”

“Whoops. So?”

“You want to fight me now, right?”

The problem with Lee Si-eun was too sensitive for me.

Besides, what the Sword Saints did just now was quite a mess, and to me, it didn’t matter if it was just a provocation.

So I said very nervously.

“Maybe. But then what? Do you really want to fight me?”

Apparently, Inarin continued to be playful even when she saw my attitude.

“In the end, if you are weak, you have no choice but to take something away. And then you have no choice but to give in. Isn’t that natural?

And while it was between a playful attitude, it spit out words that were sincere.

It was a word that explained Inarin’s values very well.

“I agree.”

To be honest, it’s extreme, but it’s not particularly wrong. Rather, it was very true.

I sighed and drew my sword.

Inarin and I seem to have a similar way of thinking.

“Are you going to fight me now? With a sword? Ahaha. That’s fun.”

As I drew my sword, Inarin’s expression changed from benign to mocking me.

It was such a happy expression.

“To hold a sword against me who has inherited the title of swordsman, you’re quite a cheeky little brother’s friend, right?”

The reason why he enjoyed it so much was because he was so foolish to deal with the existence of the Sword Saint with a sword.

It is true that a normal person under normal circumstances would make no sense.

Of course, if I were a normal person…

“Then let’s see your skills.”

Inarin draws his sword.

face me

The battle has begun.

ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ

Inarin looked at Lee Siu and drew her sword.

And he is staring at Lee Si-woo all the time.

‘It’s normal…’

A swordsman as skilled as Inarin would be able to evaluate an opponent’s skills just by looking at them.

And when I looked at it like that and measured the opponent’s skills, it was really just a feeling.

There is a fighting spirit to fight, but other than that, there really wasn’t much to see.

From Inarin’s point of view, the sword handling skills of the man in front of her were very ordinary.

The basic posture of holding a sword was fixed, but in the end that was all.

It was only his posture, and he seemed unprepared for anything other than that.

I couldn’t feel the slightest bit of great skill in this man.

A person who has just learned a sword, knows how to wield it, but is just that.

This was the evaluation that Inarin, the swordsman facing the limit of the sword, gave to Lee Siu.

‘No matter how you look at it, it’s too insignificant…’

I kept looking at it, wondering if I was seeing something wrong, but no matter how many times I looked at it, it was still difficult to evaluate it further.

A man who is in the realm of Beomjae who has to be really, really good at it.

It was just an ordinary A-class hunter’s talent, a widespread talent that even Inari, who was called a genius, could not follow, let alone a monster like himself.

But even so.

‘I can’t even recognize the difference in skills…’

The man in front of him had just that much talent, but he was about to attack himself called the Sword Saint.

And I never thought I was losing now.

He did not lose his will while facing himself as a Sword Saint. Rather, in his eyes, there was a certainty of victory that he would win.

Such a will to fight is sometimes to be appreciated, but…

There is a difference between being brave and stupid.

From Inarin’s point of view, I can’t help but think that this is really stupid.

In the end, the reason why you can have such a fighting spirit is because you can’t judge the opponent’s ability.

There is no one in the world who can bravely attack a monster.

If anyone had the courage to attack the monster.

It was because he didn’t recognize that his opponent was a monster that he could be so brave.

Be brave if you don’t know.

Lee Si-woo’s appearance was exactly like that.

He was stupid enough to not recognize the difference in skill against the monster named Inarin.

Seeing such a pitiful appearance, Inarin sighed.

‘But, this must also be a game.’

But even for a while, Inarin smiled at Lee Siu.

It wasn’t even once or twice.

Since before, there were more than one truck of military prosecutors who were arrogant and arrogant to themselves because they did not know the gap in their skills.

The one who mercilessly defeated all those people was the current Sword Saint, Inarin.

Every time he was defeated, Inarin felt a sense of pleasure.

The pleasure of stepping on the weak, Inarin loved it.

It had to be good.

I like Inarin who establishes the value of my existence.

Every time you bully those things, it proves that you are here.

That’s why I always couldn’t stand the excitement when I saw the grievous expressions of the weak in despair.

So now I just do what I always do.

The strong ruthlessly trampling on the weak.

It was to let the weak know the subject.

“I’ll give you a concession.”

Inarin looked at Siwoo Lee while raising the corner of her mouth.

Inarin showed her composure. I have no intention of being sincere.

Inarin’s head was filled with thoughts of playing with him in moderation.

After all, this was just a game for Inarin.

So, I was thinking of giving up on the priorities.

It would be fun to see the expression on his face when the attack he poured all his strength into didn’t work.

“Sure. Then.”

Siwoo Lee did not refuse.

Hearing that, he began to draw his sword.

and hit it

‘Hehe…’

Inarin stared at the sword.

A sword approaching you.

All he had to do was simply knock it off with his skills.

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Just before sword meets sword.

Inarin showed off her skills.

A skill that can easily shed any power…

However…

“what…?”

Quaang!

A roar rang out.

And Inarin couldn’t help but be surprised.

After that roar, he was lying on the floor before he knew it, and he couldn’t keep up with the current situation.

In a moment of uncertainty, an incomprehensible situation occurred.

‘I’m sure… she must have spilled it…’

Obviously, he let go of Lee Si-woo’s attack and took a counterattack stance.

Still, I couldn’t let it go.

no… shed it

Apparently, he offset all of Siwoo’s power by shedding it.

By the way…

And yet…

Even though I drained almost all my strength.

It was this much power even though it was only a piece of power left.

“Even… what the hell…”

I didn’t understand.

What kind of power is this…

Without knowing the answer, only Inarin’s black eyes stared at Siwoo Lee.

“Narin older sister.”

The man in front of me showed the attitude of a winner.

And he called himself the loser.

“Don’t think you can easily be forgiven.”

And it sounded a bit angry.

The man in front of me put the sword back in and took out his smartphone.

Then, pointing the camera lens at herself, she smiled kindly.

“Take it off.”