3rd grade vs. 2nd grade

"I'm going to start the war now! Your squadrons must have received their bracelets! This is the original idea

of defense, and it breaks down when you get a certain damage! I want to thank your nurse, or a military

doctor, who excels both physically and mentally!"

The physical education teacher, who became an MC from the referee, shouted at a large crowd.

Each squad leader handed out bracelets to his squad members.

It was a fluorescent bracelet with a subtle green glow. First of all, on the surface, there was not much

difference from the cheap ones that were often seen during festivals.

The physical education teacher, who checked the squad leaders, continued.

"If your bracelet breaks, you're out! However, considering the objective power difference, we will set a time

limit of 5 minutes! The second-grade 10th class, that is, the 2nd Battalion, 10th Platoon, will win if it lasts for

5 minutes!"

The second graders unknowingly expressed their feelings through rotten expressions.

No matter how strong the third graders are, the advantage they get in front of so many people was humiliating

enough. Still, we're a year apart.

"Come here, trash."

Byun Ki-young, who handed the bracelet to the squad members, personally called Park Jin-sung. He grabbed

Park Jin-sung by the back of his neck with his left hand as he filled the bracelet himself.

"Master Squad, do I have to grab your neck? I feel like a puppy."

"Shut up. You're a shield. Don't let it go."

"Hmmm. It wasn't an animal, it was an object."

Park Jin-sung set up his watch secretly.

Stopwatch for 5 minutes.

It is a product that I was satisfied with the cheap price of 5,000 won because I was afraid of losing it to the

kids. I didn't know that appropriate economic arrangements would come to this point and help.

I waited for the start of Daejeon, looking at the watch that was embarrassing even for Park Jin-sung to wear. "YANG JINYOUNG! Salute!" The PE teacher saluted each squadron.

Haeundae High School, which was changed to a military school, used the slogan Pilseung. As it is a class

society that relies on skills, it meant that it must win.

"Feel! Win!"

"Whew. Must win."

Unlike Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho's powerful salute, Byun Ki-young raised his right hand very sadly. Even with

his left hand, he still held Park Jin-sung by the neck.

"Daejeon starts!"

Park Jin-sung was put up as a shield with the instructions of the physical education teacher.

"Huh? Now, wait a minute. Hey, squad leader?"

"I said shut up."

Byun Ki-young was not interested in conducting. He grabbed Park Jin-sung and hid himself among the squad

members.

"Hey, Kiyoung. What should we do?"

"Come on, seniors are coming in. Hurry up and command me!"

The third grade did not give time to the second grade. He immediately surrounded the second grade in a

circle and showed himself what Ilsa-Bulan is.

It has become a painting in which one second-grade student has to handle two or three third-year students,

even though he is behind in his personal combat power.

Squad leader Byun Ki-young, who couldn't stand it, shouted very ugly.

"2nd grade 10th platoon, 3 minutes! I'm protecting myself like this! Five minutes and we'll win!"

[Pull out what's stuck and swing it]

Grade: C

Total combat capability: ?

The idea that Byun Ki-young had was useless only in the playground without silver and shelter. For now, he

was weaker than Park Jin-sung, an F-class player.

Park Jin-sung, who is clumsy even as a shield, hinted to his owner.

"Captain, don't you think you'll be able to hold out even a little bit if you pretend to run out?"

"Trash, what do you know? I can win if I live long!"

"Well, just one of us can hang in there."

"Ah! Shut up!"

Oh, my.

Byun Ki-young hit Park Jin-sung's right rib. Thanks to this, Park Jin-sung had to bend his body as he smiled.

The presser given by the third graders was more than I imagined.

"Ugh."

"Oh, what should I do?"

Each step of the march narrowed the ground for the second graders to take. "Wow, wow!"

In the end, the second-year student, who was driven like a rat, took out the idea first. It was an act close to

desperation by anyone.

The third-year student held his or her respective positions, not to mention Idea. I didn't show whether the

second grade ran or not.

"What's up with senior year!" But if we attack first..., Oh, oh, oh!

The third grade, who was closest to the second grade, overpowered the second grade at once. After kicking

the knee, he pulled out the bracelet naturally.

Most of the students in the combat team dealt with ideas in the form of close weapons.

In the first place, it was meant to be nothing more than a close weapon, although it was diverse in type, size,

and even decoration.

In this case, there were many cases where the owner's ability was more important than the performance of the

idea itself.

"Everyone, everything! Everything! You can hit me together!"

Byun Ki-young's cry flashed through the air.

The third grade was far ahead of the second grade in overall combat capability.

The third grade knocked over the second grade, broke the joints, and captured only the bracelet much more

accurately.

There is no need to break the bracelet. Just take it off your wrist.

The sophomore was a feeble enemy who didn't even have to bring up ideas.

'There was a reason why the entire third grade was sergeant. I'd rather go for a batting order now'

Park Jin-sung thought, still holding Byun Ki-young by the back of his neck.

The gap between fighting and overpowering was quite a hopeless power gap.

Even third-grade girls had better movements than second-grade boys. Rather, female students seemed to have

better criminal records.

The female student, who showed the most explosive performance, came to the place where Park Jin-sung.

"Stop! Trash! Stop it!"

"How can I stop him, Squad Leader?"

"Oh, no! Stop it somehow, you punk!"

"That's what they say, senior. So I'd like to ask you to give me a break."

As soon as Park Jin-sung finished speaking, a face that I didn't want to see came into view naturally.

"Hahaha! I'm not responsible for transferring schools!"

The smiling 10th platoon leader.

Although the sound was not heard, it could be inferred just by the shape of the mouth.

"That's a bit..."

By the time Park Jin-sung felt angry, Yeo's hand was already moving.

"Hello, sophomore. And goodbye."

As soon as Yeo Sun-bae tried to grab Park Jin-sung,

"That's a little annoying, for sure."

Park Jin-sung's hand snatched Yeosun's wrist even before Yeosun responded.

"What?"

Yeo Sun-bae, who was caught on the wrist, was so embarrassed that his body was stiff for a while. It was an

unexpected development, so it seemed to take a little time to understand.

"[Go, Gapju!]"

Surprised, Yeo was the first to take out Idea among the third graders.

He's making a lot.

[The owner doesn't lose the light]

Grade: B

Overall combat capability: B

The armor, which is likely to be seen only in the Middle Ages, was placed on the entire body of Yeo Seonbae. Perhaps because it was for women, the smooth curve was impressive.

"Wow. Your armor is really cool. A soul that has both beauty and function."

"Who are you no matter where you are or what you are doing?"

"Oh, my. What should I do? Our squad leader is running away."

Park Jin-sung said, pointing to Byun Ki-young, who is running away in a hurry.

Daejeon had already entered the war of 100 soldiers. However, it was Baek Byeong-jeon, and two or three

third graders were playing tricks on seven or eight second graders.

"Can I call you Nuna?" I'm not flirting, so you don't have to worry too much."

Park Jin-sung checked his watch.

Damn it

There were still three minutes left. We have no choice but to delay time in moderation due to absurd

conversations.

"...."

"Oh, my. I'm sorry. Are you mad? Then I'll just call you sunbae."

"…it's no use trying to stall. Get the idea out of here."

"No, but we have to make a common name."

"If you don't take Idea out, I'll take it as it is."

"Now, wait a minute! Please wait a minute!"

with a curtsey

Yeo slowly approached Park Jin-sung. The imposing figure of the chief monk doubled as he moved.

"Hurry up and get it out, because you seem to have the highest value here."

"Why are you so relaxed?" People are horses. Relaxation is always important My dad got slapped in the back

by my mom and said, ah! I got it! I got it! I can show you!"

"...."

The woman's footsteps stopped. It was the result of focusing on Park Jin-sung's every move.

"Oh, my! I'm taking it out!" One, two, [Dagger!]"

[A short sword]

Rating: F

*It's just an ordinary dagger with no ability.

Overall combat capability: F

"Huh...?

"Excuse me, sister? Are you sleeping yet?"

"…what are you doing? Get it out of here."

Yeo did not notice the dagger held in Park Jin-sung's right hand.

"Ta-da. I took it out here. Can't you see a beautiful dagger here?"

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"You're not at all

Yeo's attitude became so solemn that it was revealed on the pitch.

"Huh? Your senior? Why are you making such a delicate gesture all of a sudden?"

"Sigh. You're the famous F class?"

"Yes, yes. I'm the famous F-list holder. But I'm confident that I'm S-class among daggers, yes."

with a curtsey

A sunbae with drooping shoulders walked toward the other second graders.

"Senior? I'm sorry, but I'm sorry"

"Oh, I thought he was a very dangerous guy when I got caught...."

The disappointment of Yeo Sun-bae leaked through the pitching gap.

"Hold on! Don't go!" Why are you leaving so disappointed?! If you keep going, I'm going to secretly hit you

in the back! Or you're just going to hit me outright? E, like this! Come on!

Yeo's fighting power is dangerous. Park Jin-sung swung a dagger to hold Yeo Sun-bae even a little bit.

Ting ting, ting ting ting.

the clear sound of daggers and armor hitting each other

a clear sound like a triangle

"What?"

The struggle that Park Jin-sung showed off didn't work in the least.

"…that's enough. Stop it."

Yeo Sun-bae shook the pitch and captured the next sophomore. Other third graders did not bother to deal with

Park Jin-sung, who can handle it anytime, anywhere.

"Hahaha! Look over there!"

"Kiya. As expected, she's class F."

The students, who had been just watching, burst into laughter. There was even a loud applause.

"Wow. I guess this is taking some time, right?'

Park Jin-sung also enjoyed only the cheers and did not chase Gap-ju until the end. However, after looking

ahead, I had to regret that I should have followed him.

There really wasn't this much stuff for the second grade to last the rest of the time.

There were already only four people left in the 3rd division of the 2nd Battalion, 10th Platoon, including Park

Jin-sung and Byun Ki-young. On the other hand, there were even people in the third grade who had never

fought. The ground pits that had been turned off here and there were still fierce battles." Unfortunately, it is only

unilateral to second graders.

At last, Yeo Sun-bae and Byun Ki-young faced each other.

"Those trashy people! You can't last five minutes?!"

"Is that what the kid who kept running away would say?"

Byun Ki-young stepped back little by little under the pressure of Yeo Sun-bae.

"Hahaha. If you don't know anything, why don't you just plan it roughly, huh?

"…Yeah? Well, you prove your worth, too. We need more evidence to cross the Anseong Lake."

Byun Ki-young, who had been stepping back all along, strengthened his posture. He stood in front of the hole

that was turned off like a crater and laughed.

"Huh! I'm finally getting one. It's worth waiting for And it's just the limit."

There was a big rock embedded in the pit. The bumpy appearance seemed to have buried what had previously

rolled on the construction site.

"So, when are you going to show your worth?"

"Right now? Should I show you right now?"

Byun Ki-young jumped into the pit without any hesitation. It was almost self-destructive, but the face was

full of laughter.

'Oh, that's a little dangerous'

Park Jin-sung, who was watching the situation, secretly kicked his tongue. Park Jin-sung's eyes, which he

said were dangerous, were not on his squad leader.

Byun Ki-young grabbed the rock and said in a whisper.

"[Pick one]"

"…what, were you the most valuable person here?"

"[I'm swinging]

With a very faint flash, the rock embedded in the ground moved.

Stepping!

The squad leader of the 10th platoon, who had been running away all along, finally gave strength to his grasp.

The rock, which seemed to be rooted forever, was reborn as a terrible weapon in Byun Ki-young's hand.

The female senior bent her knees and was on alert.

"You must have waited for the environment to use Idea."

"Great senior, great senior, so who told you to let your guard down? It's not worth it

The corner of Byun Ki-young's mouth drew a line called ridicule.

Other seniors or spectators did not notice the rock had moved. This is because Byun Ki-young lifted the rock

slightly from the ground.

"It's dangerous! Gapju sunbae!""

Park Jin-sung was restless and shouted.

Sadly, only Park Jin-sung was aware of the dangers of that rock.