The Villains Became Obsessed Bosses

Part 4, Episode 1: Five Senses and Memories.

Salt mixes with the wind and flutters.

The sea water was pushed by the wind and broke against a pillar made of solid concrete, and pieces of the broken sea flew into the air.

Darkness had fallen on the port, which was filled with the faint scent of the sea that brought back memories.

There was silence in the port without a single small fishing boat, but that did not mean there were no people.

A small scent of blood was hidden in the salt-soaked mouth of the wind.

And against the wind, a woman was lying face down on the floor, bound tightly with chains.

She quietly collected the blood that seeped out of her mouth without even moving a single inch, and finally opened her mouth and spit out the culprit of her unpleasant smell.

Sigh.

The liquid mixed with blood and saliva fell to the floor and scattered into pieces.

After refreshingly exhaling the scent of her blood, she raised her head and looked at the men lined up in front of her.

The appearance of each woman wearing a sword at her waist reminded her of a samurai from the Warring States Period.

“…Do you have any last words? Okita.”

One of the men opened his mouth.

Judging by the fact that he is located in the very center, he must be a man of quite high status.

Okita thought about the man’s question for a moment.

What should I say to put a believable end to the novel called life?

Okita, who had been thinking about her for a while, soon shook her head.

Novels ultimately have one theme and are led by the person who writes the novel.

And once you have chosen a topic, you must stick to it until the end.

If you try to change it to something that doesn’t fit at the end, there is a high probability that it will not end well.

Okita, who knew that, quietly closed his eyes and took the final period that suited him best: silence.

“..I understand. You make that choice until the end. I will respect it.”

The man stood up and stretched out his hand toward the knife at his waist.

Grumbling.

A Japanese sword with a surprisingly sharp edge came out of its sheath.

It was a sound that gave goosebumps all over his body, but Okita still didn’t move a muscle.

Grumbling.

Grumbling.

Grumbling.

Starting with the sound of a man pulling out a knife, the sound of swords being struck one after another was heard.

Okita listened to that sound and closed the book called “His Life.”

He opened the first chapter of the book as if he still had some regrets.

Her life all started with that sound.

Her life was nothing special.

It was just that kind of life.

The time when she was still touching the earth with her four feet.

She was when she first began to perceive the sounds around her.

The first thing she recognized was the sound of a sword being drawn.

That too, the ominous sound of a kitchen knife being pulled out of its shelve.

But she was so young when she heard that sound, and that sound made her fall into her happiness.

It was a sound announcing that her mother was cooking for her.

She was happy.

Even when her mother caressed her with her red fluid-covered hands.

Even when her father let out a strange yell that was a mixture of anger and sadness.

She laughed.

Is it because her mother often played with her and her paints?

Is it because her father played with her by pretending to be a monster?

Well. Even she wouldn’t know that.

Now it is a memory that has been worn away and almost forgotten.

Palak.

The book has passed.

The second thing she noticed about her was her smell.

A pungent smell filled her surroundings.

She crawled on all fours to her mother and father, coughing at the strange smell that kept coming from her.

But strangely enough, her mother and father were in such a high place.

They looked even more beautiful surrounded by colorful flowers, and she smiled and crawled hard.

They were still smiling, and it seemed as if they would pick up her little girl and comfort her at any moment.

But their expressions did not change at all, and they were still smiling.

They were living with smiles on their faces at a fixed time.

She extended her hand to them, but they did not turn their eyes to her.

The acrid smell of sadness was coming from them.

Finally she burst into tears.

A child’s cry rang out in a space filled with silence, depression, sadness, and smoke.

Palak.

The book has passed.

The third thing she recognized was color.

Intense black.

Someone was holding her and looking down at the photo of her smiling parents, locked in her frozen time.

She cried for a while and when someone picked her up, she reflexively buried her face in someone’s arms.

Pitch-black black covered her vision.

The acrid smell subsided and a slightly strong but fragrant smell tickled her nose.

“… It’s going to go in vain. Bogs, so be good at the door. You were a truck.”

The man’s loud voice vibrated and flowed through her entire body, and she was startled and took her face away from someone’s arms.

The sight of a huge, straight scar crossing her face, as if she had been slashed with a knife, came into view, but she burst out laughing.

“You’re the same as that bastard with a big smile… Kid.”

The man asked as he watched her caressing her scar as if it were a toy.

“I will raise you. I have a promise with that bastard.”

Palak.

The book has passed.

The fourth thing she recognized was a rough hand stroking her own hair.

After her man adopted her. He gave her a new name, Okita.

Her name was taken from ‘Okita Souji’, a former leader of the Shinsengumi 1st division, and as befits her name, she had a talent for wielding a sword, but whenever he saw her wielding her sword, he He made a disapproving expression.

“With your villain abilities, a sword isn’t very useful. Just use another weapon.”

She refused, brandishing her sword and making the excuse that she liked it.

“Tsk. That’s right. I did send away a lot of f*cking guys with that knife. But if you’re a woman with a lot of energy, shouldn’t you start sending guys away in a different way… Ugh!”

Okita struck him in the abdomen with the back of the knife, and he smiled and stroked her head.

Palak.

The book has passed.

For some reason, there was hesitation mixed in this time.

The last thing she noticed was. It was the taste of blood.

The taste of blood was familiar.

When she swung the knife, drops of blood that occasionally bounced would enter her mouth, and each time, a fishy taste as if she was chewing on iron would fill her mouth.

At first, she hated the fishy taste to the point where she vomited, but now she has gotten used to it and has become so familiar with the blood that with just a piece of candy, she quickly forgets the fishy taste.

..No.

She was mistaken.

It was a familiar taste of blood.

It was so awkward and foreign.

“Wow…!”

She fell to her knees, vomiting up her stomach juices and her spaghetti for dinner.

It was red.

Like blood.

“Wow…!”

Once again, the vomit came flooding back.

Her eyes were still fixed on one place.

The sound of a sword being drawn.

Acrid smell.

Intense black.

The feel of her severed hand, which used to stroke her own hair.

The familiar yet foreign taste of blood.

“f*ck. I’m finally behind.

The men began to move at the command of the man who took the cigarette out of his mouth and chewed it.

She wiped the gastric juices from her mouth.

True to her name, she holds her sword.

Palak.

The book has passed.

Now.

We have reached the section where we need to put a period.

She thought she was getting used to her death.

She thought she had become numb to the despair of death after encountering so many deaths.

But it wasn’t.

Now, finally, she is sitting defenseless before the absolute sentence of death.

I was afraid of death.

I was afraid.

Putting a period.

I was afraid.

To decorate a scene in someone else’s novel and then leave.

I was afraid.

I was afraid.

She didn’t want to die.

She prayed to every god she knew.

But miracles do not happen that easily.

The sound of footsteps is getting closer.

The fountain pen that will put an end to her novel is slowly approaching.

The baton slowly falls to deliver the sentence.

Finally.

The sword was swung.

She quietly closed her eyes.

As she closed her eyes, a single tear pushed against her eyelids and ran down her face and down her neck.

Karl quietly wiped away the teardrops.

“…What?”

She opened her eyes again.

It’s strange.

He didn’t die.

The fountain pen failed to make a dot.

The baton could not be struck down.

And the sound of the waves became stronger.

“Who, who…! Kwaaa!!”

Splash.

Someone fell into the water.

“What kind of bastard! Turn on the lights right now…! Wow?!”

Kudang.

Jeeek.

Splash.

Someone grabbed the man’s feet and pulled him into the sea.

Tak.

My vision has become brighter.

Only then did she open her eyes and look ahead.

“Turn it off… Uh uh…!”

A black being grabbed the neck of the man who was swinging the sword at him and was lifting it up.

There was blood all around him.

There were corpses lying around, all cut into pieces by something.

She knew.

It is not death by a sword.

It was cut so cleanly, in an instant.

Into hundreds of pieces.

She realized it instinctively.

That absolute being.

The absolute sentence of death was prevented.

I broke my fountain pen.

I struck down the falling baton and threw it away.

“You…You…Who…!”

Thud.

And that absolute being did not even allow questions.

“…I feel like I’m back to the beginning. It’s not bad.”

As her voice struck directly into her brain, she felt goosebumps rising all over her body.

After finishing her work, the black being finally turned its head towards her.

It started to approach slowly.

“Ah…Ah…”

Okita’s body stiffened and she closed her eyes tightly again.

But.

Knock knock.

Someone gently tapped her forehead.

“I’m not going to kill you, so open your eyes.”

“…..?”

When she quietly opened her eyes, a man was sitting in front of her.

“Okita. Is that right?”

She couldn’t even think of answering.

In the end, she only moved her head up and down.

“That’s it. It was worth swimming all the way from Korea to here. Hmm, then I guess I’ll write this comment after a long time…”

The man stood up, held out his hand to Okita and said.

“I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse.”