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Terrence Moore was in a warrior training facility when she was tempted.

Growing up in a mysterious warrior training facility in some country where the country's name is not revealed, Terrence was tapped into the skill, knowledge and mindset of battle from an early age, put into battle at the age of eight, and continued to cross and fight battlefields around the world for ten years until he turned eighteen.

Terrence's childhood was not allowed anything but a way of life as an institutionalized soldier, but there was no dissatisfaction or despair about it. By the time I was mindful, I was given the destiny to fight, and because I accepted that as my natural life. In the meantime, he had been promised that if he survived until the age of eighteen, he would be given freedom, and neither himself nor the soldiers of the children around him would dwell in despair or grief, dawning in battle every day.

I wasn't using the hanging, bait of hope of freedom as a base for my heart. There is also a great reason why their substitute instructor has always given me hope and passion.

"I will raise you as warriors. but at the same time raise them as human beings. I'm not willing to grow into a heartless killing machine or anything. Such a man is weak. You're strong because you're human. Laugh, cry, anger, joy, play, fight, worry, get lost, share. That's human. Again, I will raise you as human beings."

The instructor vomited this dialogue every once in a while, and every time this dialogue was repeated, Terrence was uplifting her mind and tightening her mind.

Terrence was always the leader of the troops. Usually temperate, but on the battlefield he showed leadership and traction and grabbed the hearts of those who grew up in the same training facility. Terrence's high level of leadership and combat made the troops less likely to fall into distress, and even if they did, they sent out numerous survivors to return compared to other troops.

The children in the facility not only fought, but also received a decent education and were regularly given holiday periods to take the instructors to various places to visit.

"Survive to enjoy life, too. You were given the destiny to fight, but fighting is not the only thing in life. Live to the point of the dead. Don't forget about the dead guy, enjoy your life until he's dead. But never die. Live. If you die, your memory of the dead will be wasted."

Believing that word of the instructor, Terrence survived until the age of eighteen, when he was made tenure, and was freed from the institution.

Thereafter, Terrence, picked up by the terrorist organization Sea Chihuahua, despairs lightly there. Even on the battlefield, he had involved and killed civilians, but Terrence had fierce resistance to killing other than soldiers. But this organization actively depends on killing civilians.

Getting out of the organization is a simple story, but Terrence didn't do it. These evil terrorists will continue to kill. Suppose we can't overlook that. But Terrence can't crush the organization by himself and kill them all. So he waited for the opportunity and started a leap within the organization.

Thereafter, the change from the days of death and adjacent battlefields to the occasional days of serenity borrowed into battle made a huge difference in Terrence's mind.

It was a journey by train that Terrence haunted, remembering the words of the instructor and thinking about gaining plenty of experience other than fighting. Continuing to see the landscape through the window brought a pleasant stimulus to Terrence's mind above all.

Terrence, on the other hand, learns to be lonely. The instructor said fighting wasn't the only thing, but in the end he spent most of his life on the battlefield, so he can't leave fighting. While I sing about my other life, I am always excited when I go to the battlefield at the request of Sea Chihuahua.

That's why I don't even feel like going back to the battlefield as a soldier. I also find it hard to let go of my peaceful routine. Terrence lives a day where peace and struggle are lost either way, just instantly savoring the stimulus in front of him. But neither of them can be fully satisfied.

Something is missing that is right for me. Terrence was only beginning to think so. He wants to find something of it.

There seems to be someone in the world who has the notion of life, but Terrence doesn't understand that. If I find it, if I know it, I wonder if I can be satisfied and look for it.

I envy you for a long time. Terrence knew by instinct. He has a life. I heard Van Damme was poking around a lot, but I'm sure Yoshiku would be best off as he is now, Terrence said. He said the journalist in the back street looked good on him.

Umeko comes packing the distance again. Terrence sticks his left hand out to the counter feeling for that timing. The knife is gripped on my left hand at some point.

But Terrence's left wrist is grabbed lightly by Umeko's right hand. Terrence also wolfed over this.

Terrence will be clearly surprised by the subsequent movement of Umeko. With Terrence's wrist grabbed, as if replacing an iron rod, he pitched Terrence's arm half a turn and collapsed.

(Untasty...... The next attack is eighty-nine...)

Terrence had a hunch. The most defenseless, fully exposed, falling attack on the extended left arm.

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As expected, Umeko let go of her hand as she collapsed and then half-rotated again, bending her knee and adding momentum to the rotation, kicking Terrence's extended left arm and snapping.

I can't even pull my arm in. Because they grabbed it to the brink. But...

Umeko had a rough posture. Because Terrence made an unexpected move. The prospect of breaking his arms was prevented by the unbalanced plum, stomping on him with maximum power in the air, and being overwhelmed by his whole body. Plum's kick literally cut the sky, and its body landed before Terrence, who fell into depression, exposing its back.

Not Terrence who misses this excellent opportunity. From a complete blind spot, shoot twice with a right hand pocket pistol. This is irresistible to boulders, plums eating bullets in the back and hips.

"It's just great to loosen up the dust."

Even though it was close range, regardless of piercing the bulletproof fiber, Umeko looks back and, at the same time, stretches her legs wide and turns and kicks. The aim was to destroy every gun in Terrence's right hand, but Terrence, alert, had already pulled his hand in, pulled himself wide back and was on his mid back.

"You're still young, but you do. I see you've stepped on quite a few spots."

Plum laughing and praising Terence standing up.

"Even young people have quite a long battlefield experience, sir. Besides, I spent a lot of time in battle as a boy."

That's what I said, plus Terrence pulling the trigger on the pocket pistol. The rest is one shot. Aim is the head.

It was a plum that tilted its upper body to the side to soften it, but that's what Terrence expected. Terrence misses the timing and pushes the switch on the knife on his left hand side. Guns are fired. This one is destiny.

The blade of the knife is ejected from the pattern and pierced deeply into the right thigh of the plum, where nerves were concentrated on the upper body to exchange bullets.

"Hmm... you did a great job with this"

"Did you also remove the tightness in your legs?

Terrence smiled and said to Umeko, who became tannic.

"Do you still work hard with those legs? I think it's hard for me, yo? I don't want a useless biocide, and it's a misunderstanding in the first place. Surrender cleanly here. And give me a chance to solve the misunderstanding."

Asked by Terrence in a gentle tone, Umeko grinned bitterly in her squeaky face and exhaled heavily.

"I get it. Certainly not with a kid like you, not with these legs. Oh man... finally the first black star at age one hundred and fifteen. But... if you were ten more years younger, maybe I would have won? It may sound like a loser, but it's true."

"It's a loss, sir. It's ten years from now."

"You're not cute hungry. At a time when you weren't trying to kill me, you were right and I must have been wrong. If they tried to kill my grandson, they wouldn't miss me. There he goes. There he goes."

While I rarely say it, Umeko picks up her cell phone and calls an ambulance herself.

"If you're going to get that far, I hope you won't treat me like a bad guy because I'm on the back streets."

"Not at all, sir."

I laughed and agreed that Terrence would shudder long enough to say it with a shuddering face.

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