Chapter 151: The Drinking Ga (1)
"He, help . Vikir. Please, just once!"
The budding Tudor, the wannabe superhero, always so proud and confident, is now pleading in a miserable position.
"Ugh. I'm going to die like this. ...Yes, kill . It'll be impossible to beg for rcy from you, Vikir, anyway."
Sancho, the next rcenary king aiming for the supremacy of the North, has an indomitable fighting spirit and also accepts death without losing his will to fight.
"Vikir, you betrayed ! How could you do this to !"
Piggy is just Piggy. But he trusts Vikir more than anyone else, so his frustration is deepest when a knife is plunged into his back at the last mont.
... But. Vikir killed his friends without rcy.
"If you can't do it, die."
Vikir's voice rang out dryly.
Charak-.
The cards moved.
Colorful horses moved across the wide cardboard board.
Vikir's black pieces devoured Tudor's blue pieces, Sancho's red pieces, and Piggy's yellow pieces.
At the sa ti, Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy were sent back to the starting line.
... along with three glasses of punishnt.
"Alas, I lost again! Why is this bastard so good at board gas?"
"I think I've already drank a liter of punishnt drink."
"...I feel like I'm going to puke."
Tudor, Sancho, and Piggy sulked as they watched the distance they'd worked so hard to travel on the board get reset in an instant, and as they watched their drinks pile up in front of them.
anwhile, the girls were in a frenzy of laughter and chatter.
"Hey Vikir, you're really good at board gas."
"Do you have a trick for throwing the cards?"
"You look like you've been playing gas all day! Ho ho ho~"
Churlish, light makeup, and a faint sll of soap instead of perfu.
These are the usual attire of the normally modest academy girls.
The male students who ca to the girls' room late at night were enjoying the atmosphere of the drinking party with their hearts pounding.
Late at night. The lovers(?) led by Tudor secretly escaped from the n's dormitory and sneaked into the won's dormitory.
The girls had broken the latch on one corner of the window in the first-floor restroom, as arranged with the boys, and after sneaking in through the first floor, the boys managed to climb up the drainpipe to the second floor, then up the fire escape to the third floor, and finally to the girls' floor on the fourth floor, which was forbidden territory.
Of course, they were stopped a few tis along the way by the on-duty officer, but the supervision of the wardens was unusually lax today.
Probably because they didn't want to crack down too hard on young n and won's secret etings.
...Well, whatever.
So here we are, boys and girls in a room playing a board ga.
The ga is called Yut, and the penalties are mostly drinking punishnt liquor, but there are also individual penalties written on the board for moving and settling the pieces.
For example, "Hold the hand of your crush for 5 seconds," "Kiss the forehead of anyone wearing red for 10 seconds," "Hug the person in front of you for 30 seconds," etc.
Almost every space had a non-punishable penalty, with the level increasing as you got closer to the goal.
" ... is a thumb ga, not a drinking ga."
Soone looking at the board grumbled.
It was Bianca, sitting on the bed in her sweatpants.
Tudor frowned.
"Don't you think you're being a little too whiny about no one wanting to fuck you?"
"I think you misspoke when you said no one wants to go out with you, asshole."
Another war of words between Tudor and Bianca.
Sinclair, who was standing next to them, interrupted them.
"Aww, co on, guys – it's fun drinking."
Sinclair smiles like a sweet puppy.
As a model student, she always wore an elegant school uniform and had a flawless image, but now that she is wearing a loose tank top and dolphin pants, she looks quite familiar.
The boys began to murmur amongst themselves.
'...Hmm. Maybe we should have paid less attention to our clothes?'
'Are you stupid? You think they don't care about their clothes? Those are their combat uniforms, man.'
Sancho and Tudor exchanged a look.
"Yut."
Vikir moved his horse again.
Tudor and Sancho's horses were eaten again.
And then.
"Yut."
"Mo."
"Yut."
"Mo."
"Yut."
"Mo."
"Do."
Vikir's black horses serially slaughtered, advancing and retreating strategically.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Hey, let's get so other penalties!"
"You're just drinking yourself to death ...."
Tudor and Sancho regretted bringing Vikir with them and picked up their glasses of punishnt liquor.
Then.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey... kids, even the students drink a little."
It was St. Dolores.
She, too, was sitting on the bed, dressed comfortably in a stretched T-shirt and pajama pants.
In fact, she was deep in thought.
'They're volunteering during the Golden Week, so it's okay for them to deviate once in a while. I'm not a jerk at this point, am I? Well, I should probably have a few drinks, just in case there's an accident. Hmmm... look a little old-fashioned, too? Do I look like an asshole?'
At Dolores' troubled look, Tudor smirked and picked up the glass.
"Don't worry, Ms. President, this isn't alcohol, it's soda!"
Suddenly, Dolores is relieved.
Of course, she didn't realize that so sodas also contain alcohol, although in trace amounts.
anwhile, Vikir was still racing alone at the board ga.
Why is Vikir, who doesn't usually like to be in the spotlight, doing so well in the ga?
'... It reminds
of the old days.'
It was the mories.
The ga.
Four tiles are thrown, and depending on the situation in which they are flipped or flipped, Do (Pig), Gae (Dog), Geol (Sheep), Yut (Cow), and Mo (Horse) are selected and move forward or to the side.
If you encounter an opponent's horse along the way, you can eat it and send it back to the starting line.
This board ga was very popular among soldiers in the field, in ambush, or on standby during the Age of Destruction.
Not because it was particularly fun, but because there were no other board gas to play in the army's internal affairs departnt.
'...I played this ga until I got sick of it while fighting in a five-minute standby in the trenches of Hill 7 on the Western Front.'
In the midst of a protracted war and prolonged confrontation with the enemy, the soldiers lived a boring daily life.
It was one of the few things they could do together as a group of n.
Of course, at that ti it was an outdated classic ga that was not played by anyone except soldiers on the front lines, so there were many old people and outcasts who learned all kinds of unusual techniques...
'Now it's a trendy board ga that's been around for a while.'
That's why there weren't any skilled players.
Even Piggy, who is the second best board ga player right now, its throwing skills are terrible.
'If I throw ... like that, I'm going to lose to my fellow soldiers on the military salary.'
Most soldiers on the front lines in the Age of Destruction would have had enough.
Vikir wasn't much of a gambler himself, but he'd been dragged by his superiors often enough to learn the tricks.
...Thud!
Yut, and a thud to the back.
Vikir's black piece moved forward and ate Sinclair's white piece, which was five squares ahead.
Then, on the very next turn, it moves backward one space and eats another of Sinclair's white pieces.
The two white horses are rolled back to the starting line at the end of the turn.
Sinclair, down two pieces, cries out.
"Hyung! Are you a professional player? Why are you so good? It's bad enough that I lost in my studies, but now I'm losing in gas...."
He told her not to call him oppa, but she was calling him hyung.
Tudor, who had five horses stolen by Vikir, asked Vikir with an shocked expression.
"No, you're good with your hands, you're good with dice, you're good with cards,... is there any ga you can't play?"
"No."
Vikir said firmly.
Everyone in the room gasped at his overwhelming confidence.
"Hey, Vikir, Vikir, can't you give
a ride on your horse?"
"Hey, I want to see your face, hehe, can't you just take off your bangs?"
"Let's take off your glasses, okay?"
"Isn't it stuffy, do you want
to cut your hair, especially those bangs...."
So of the girls sidled up to Vikir's side and touched his arm, knee, etc.
Then, another girl showed interest in Vikir.
" ... You're good at board gas?"
It was Dolores, the student council president.
"And do you know how to play Go?"
She didn't know any other gas, but she was confident in this one.
Finally, Vikir nodded.
"I can play so."
"Really? What's your level of Go(棋力)?"
" ...about level 2."
Dolores laughed inwardly.
'Second-grade, that's good enough to go out and show off.'
For reference, she was a level 5 amateur.
She was the top ace in her freshman year, and in her second year, she was the vice president of the Go Club, a position she held with great enthusiasm, because there was no one in her family who could play Go.
... although the club was closed after that because no new students ca in.
No one would play with her after that, and most of them didn't know how to play in the first place.
Dolores also had a busy work schedule that made it difficult for her to play a ga of Go, so the hobby naturally fell by the wayside.
But here we have a kid who thinks he's good at all board gas. With only a second-grade skill.
"Huh, Ms. President, are you going to play a ga with Vikir?"
"Sis, you're aweso!"
"The jack-of-all-trades vs. the newbie who specializes in board gas! How's that for a match?"
The mood of the room was welcoming to Dolores' participation.
Dolores jumped out of bed, unable to resist the cheers.
Until now, she'd watched from the sidelines because she didn't know how to play board gas, but this was different.
The only board ga she knew how to play, and the only one she was very good at, was Go.
It's been a long ti since we've had a ga like this.
"Shall we have a little fun, then?
The saint smiled as she held up the simple checkerboard Tudor had brought with him.
Amateur level 5 hides his strength.
The difference between Dolores' power and Vikir's was as great as the difference between heaven and earth.
And she was keeping it a secret right now.
"As for the penalty, how about a cup of punishnt liquor per house?"
The other students, who had been crushed by Vikir, cheered at Dolores's bold provocation.
And.
"...OK."
Vikir could only nod, as tasteless as ever.
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