Novel Rooftop Sword Master Chapter 9 English

"No, why are you making so much noise in the rooftop room every night?" "Oh? Can you hear me on the 3rd floor? This morning, the screams didn't stop for two or three hours, so my husband and children couldn't sleep. Aw! I'm so upset!" "Aww! You're still one floor down? We who live on the 5th floor are going to die. We're going to be replaced. "My uncle is more excited than angry. Are people alive?" "Interesting?" "why?" "No, isn't it? No one of us has actually seen the owner of the house, right? The aunt on the 5th floor says it's been two years since you rented here? Have you ever seen a landlord?" "That's right. I don't know how old I may be whether the owner of the house is male or female. What should I have seen?" "So I mean." The tenants of the 5th, 4th and 3rd floors were chattering in front of the stairs from the 5th floor to the roof. Right in front of me, the automatic locking device and the auxiliary locking device were not enough, so if it weren't for the iron door that was tightly locked with a padlock, they were already rushing to the roof. The door was blocked and it was impossible to check, so it was strongly suggested that there was no need to report it to the police at the sound of people screaming. It was the claim of the person on the fifth floor who was the oldest and lived the longest. However, the young women on the 3rd and 4th floors were in the position of not wanting to intervene even though they complained and worried. When everyone first came in as tenants, the reason I nailed it to the real estate agent a few times was to tell them not to worry about the rooftop for any reason and not to be curious. After arguing, I finally came up with a way to pass this on to a third party. "Hello. Oh, yes. This is Seyoung Villa. It's been banging in the rooftop room day and night for the past few days... Yeah? Yes. It's been about a week." The woman on the fifth floor, who lived the longest and the oldest, spoke to a real estate agent in charge of Seyoung Villa as the representative. The women on the 3rd and 4th floors whispered to the woman on the 5th floor who was talking on the phone while drawing the word “scream” at the same time. "We heard screams! How surprised we were! Shouldn't we have to report it to the police? When? Because it was today! Yes! I'm sure! Yes? No, not just today. I heard… Joe." The voice of the woman on the 5th floor, who was talking with excitement, suddenly decreased. "Yes. Yes. I see. Yes, I'll ask you." "What do you say. Auntie?" "What are you talking about there?" As soon as the call ends, the girls quarrel asked like "That's it: The woman on the 5th floor had a confused expression on her face. "Isn't that because people don't have a problem with constantly hearing screams or sounds? It's possible that they're screaming instead of screaming." "…Yes?" "No, are you talking like that? You hear people screaming?" "He said he's out now, and after a while he'll call the landlord and check it out. Let's wait until then." As soon as the sun came up, the women who gathered together like they had promised to do so and were arguing with energy quickly lost their focus and went back to their house muttering. "Ugh?" Seyoung screamed and opened her eyes. The memories of the pain he had suffered until he fainted remained, and he started screaming involuntarily. Heoyeon's breath came out of his mouth like steam from a steamer of dumplings. Not only that, but steam, clearly visible from the body, leaked out, forming a tail like a haze. In fact, even though it was a cold day when the season entered winter, I lay on the cold floor of the rooftop for several hours, but my whole body felt as if I was in a boiling hot water. However, Se-young was not surprised to see what was happening in her body. It didn't matter what happened just before the fainting. In his own head, a command by rational thought was being given like that. Because such things were nothing compared to the things that filled his head. No, not just the head... . Seyoung gently grabbed her chest. 'Didn't Zhuangzi live the life of a butterfly in a dream while taking a nap?' a sudden thought I felt an incomparable joy that I had never experienced before, I felt an indescribable despair and grief with my whole body, and I did not want to lose to all of them, I did not waver, I did not bend, I did not break my courage and fighting spirit, and precious things. When we reached the final destination of sorrow, even our hearts died. Everything remains vivid in the heart. It was as if he had actually experienced it rather than imagining it. In my head, the unimaginable years of time flow like a proud river. "Ugh?" Se-young, who was about to stand up, stopped moaning through her teeth. It felt like his right arm was being held by someone, so he looked at me belatedly. Se-young opened her mouth in surprise. This is because he holds the two-handed sword, the origin of all these events, in his hand. Se-young's gaze reflexively turned to the place where she was originally buried. For several days, the place where the knife was stuck was intact as if it had been originally. Rubbing his eyes, he went to his knees and swept the floor with his hands, but there was not even a scratch like a lie, let alone a crack that the knife would have pierced. Se-young's gaze turned to the two-handed sword that was lying on the floor again. The length of the sword was longer than expected. Only the exposed part when it was embedded was almost the same as Se-young's height, but the original length when it was completely pulled out seems to be 1m longer. At that length, didn't it come out through the ceiling downstairs? An idle thought passed by. Se-young leaned back and grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands. Even though I held both hands separately, I couldn't capture less than half of the handle. Even though he hadn't picked up the sword yet, a heavy feeling was transmitted through his hand. "Suck!" As if lifting a large stone, he took a deep breath and raised the sword as hard as he could. "Is it big?" It was a two-handed sword that was taller than my height, so I couldn't even stand properly under the heavy weight as soon as I lifted it. Every time the tip of the sword, which could not hold its center, leaned this way and that way, Se-Young's body turned and twisted to and fro. Se-young, who stood upright by bringing the knife to the center of her chest and face, sighed. In that moment, my legs were shaking as if my whole body had lost all strength. Seyoung's gaze traced from the pommel, the hem of the handle, to the tip of the long blade, passing through the grip and guard. 'Fighting Sword' The head remembers the name of the sword. At the same time, another name for the sword came to mind. 'The pilgrim of thunder and storm' But that's not Carl's real name. Someone else just made up a random name. Something hot came up in my chest, and my eyes were red with tears in my eyes. “Why am I doing this?” Se-young was embarrassed by the vortex of emotions for which the reason was unknown. Conversely, through the hand that grabbed the sword, his heart beat stronger as if urging him. not shaken by anything, Unbending, unbreakable courage and fighting spirit spring from the body. The two-handed sword held in both hands overlapped with the scene that came to Se-Young's mind and lifted it overhead. With both arms raised, draw a circle towards the sky with the tip of the sword, while rotating both feet lightly and moving forward. Retreat back again in the same way. Forward again, retreat again. Forward again, retreat again. With a large, dull sword that is difficult to balance, Se-young's steps are light and fluid, as if dancing a waltz. The tip of the sword draws a circle towards the sky and the circle draws with both feet through the ground. The two circles are combined to form the largest circle. with both hands! Seyoung's black eyes lit up with a strong light. And he screamed involuntarily. "Hey... ah ah ah ah?" The spirit of a warrior turned into a bewildered scream. Although Se-young's muscular strength could not handle the weight of the sword itself, it was out of control by adding rotational force. Se-young's hands and feet, who were trying to forcefully stop the knife trying to get out of her grip, were twisted and wrinkled. "Ouch!" Se-young, who had collapsed, bent her back like a shrimp and let out a scream mixed with pain. 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