episode_0301

The next day at dawn.

Jeong Yu-sin, the Scars, Sian, and Karin gathered in one place.

The only reason they gathered from morning was this:

To watch the sparring match between Jeong Yu-sin and the middle-aged Scar.

Everyone sat squatting in a row under the shade of the wall, watching Jeong Yu-sin and the middle-aged Scar warm up.

The Mysticist guy yawned and drooped.

“Why did I even come out?”

“Aren’t you curious how the youngest fights?”

“Not really.”

He grumbled with his mouth, but the Mysticist guy’s eyes were on Jeong Yu-sin.

“Didn’t we all have a drink last night and hear about it? What kind of abilities that guy has.”

Breast-Tank Scar shook her head.

“He achieved Engraving Linkage. Was it the Dance of Death? But we need to examine the actual combat method, excluding the Engraving Linkage. It’s faster to see it directly than to hear it. It’s starting.”

Jeong Yu-sin, having finished warming up, held up a longsword. He used a real sword to spar as if it were an actual battle.

The middle-aged Scar also raised a greatsword.

The greatsword was an ordinary Zweihander. There was a ricasso on the cross-guard side so that it was possible to hold the sword short and fight, half-swording.

Jeong Yu-sin took a center guard stance and looked at the middle-aged Scar.

“I’m going.”

“Come comfortably, Youngest.”

Jeong Yu-sin narrowed his eyes.

‘It’s not easy.’

The middle-aged Scar was standing still with his sword on his shoulder, but it was difficult to find an opening.

‘I’ll attach myself first!’

Jeong Yu-sin switched to an upper guard stance and rushed in.

Fast step.

A strike chopping down from above.

Jeong Yu-sin skillfully narrowed the distance and tried to seize the momentum. The middle-aged Scar smiled slyly at the sight.

The middle-aged Scar immediately grabbed the ricasso and swung the greatsword.

WHOOOOOOSHHHH!!!

The greatsword, swung in a half-swording stance, tore through the air and quickly aimed for Jeong Yu-sin’s head.

As fast as a longsword.

‘Shit!’

Jeong Yu-sin, horrified, grabbed the sword handle tightly.

CLANGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

Sparks flew, and the sound of metal echoed loudly in the yard.

Jeong Yu-sin frowned and quickly retreated.

‘What’s with the brute strength?’

His wrist was burning.

When the sword and sword collided, the force was so great that if he hadn’t deflected the greatsword, the sword and wrist bones would have been shattered entirely.

The middle-aged Scar quickly changed his stance and swung the greatsword again.

Middle cut.

He only slightly twisted his feet, but the greatsword was full of rotational force and quickly cut towards Jeong Yu-sin’s waist.

WHOOOOOOSH!!!

The sound of tearing through the air was different from the start.

Penetrate the starting point of the power and parry it.

His actions were faster than he thought.

Jeong Yu-sin, who rushed in immediately, aimed for the handle of the greatsword.

One.

Two.

“…!”

The greatsword sweeping sideways suddenly changed direction.

A straight cut coming up from below.

Is this possible?!

Jeong Yu-sin, horrified by the impossible change in posture, quickly turned his body.

WHOOOOOOSHHHH!!!

The greatsword that came up from below brushed past Jeong Yu-sin’s side.

Cut hair fluttered and slowly flew into the sky.

“Tempo.”

The middle-aged Scar said briefly.

Jeong Yu-sin’s face hardened.

Goosebumps ran down his spine.

He grasped the opponent’s timing in an instant, dividing a single sword strike.

The depth of skill was on a different dimension.

“Continue. Do your best.”

The middle-aged Scar grabbed the greatsword short again and stabbed it like a spear.

WHOOOOOOSHHHHH!!!

Jeong Yu-sin’s eyes widened once again.

‘No, you crazy bastard!’

It’s definitely a greatsword.

Why is it aiming for his neck so quickly, like a spear thrust?

Is this possible?

Jeong Yu-sin turned his body again and avoided the greatsword’s thrust.

As if it were just beginning.

The middle-aged Scar’s greatsword became faster and faster.

He couldn’t even blink.

If he hadn’t fought Thunder Blade Zern once, it would have been difficult to follow such a fast sword strike with his eyes.

‘I can’t be pushed back in brute strength.’

Jeong Yu-sin immediately gathered magical power.

[Sacred Weapon]

Granting characteristic.

Half-Ogre Gauntlets.

Golden gauntlets that increase the caster’s strength appeared on Jeong Yu-sin’s fists.

CLANGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

Once again, the sword and greatsword collided in mid-air.

But.

The middle-aged Scar didn’t even bat an eye and pushed back Jeong Yu-sin’s sword.

‘It’s breaking!’

He hastily released the longsword from his hand and became empty-handed.

[Sacred Weapon]

He created a golden halberd in both hands and swung it.

The halberd and greatsword collided once again.

CRASHHHHHHHHH!!!

The air burst and dust rose from the yard floor.

‘I need to change my fighting style!’

Jeong Yu-sin quickly stepped forward and summoned golden weapons to fight the middle-aged Scar.

Starting with a simple skill fight.

Engraving abilities were appearing one by one.

Sword, axe, dagger, mace, spear, etc.

Dozens of golden weapons shone in Jeong Yu-sin’s hands with the morning sunlight.

The middle-aged Scar’s face briefly clouded over, then a small smile appeared.

He had heard rumors, but now that he had directly clashed, he understood.

More precisely.

He knew what kind of life he had lived so far.

‘He’s survived life-or-death situations more than once or twice.’

He himself was no different.

This handsome guy was getting stronger while meticulously taking care of the relationships around him.

He couldn’t help but know.

Each weapon he wielded contained the posture of another person.

He also saw traces of Imperial swordsmanship that occasionally appeared.

He must have learned it from that woman called the Hero.

The middle-aged Scar, lost in thought while swinging the greatsword, quickly tilted his head.

A glob of spit brushed past his cheek.

“···Youngest, isn’t that a bit too much?”

“You told me to do my best, didn’t you?”

“…”

Increasingly vile tactics began to emerge from the handsome Scar’s fighting style.

The middle-aged Scar suppressed a hollow laugh.

Even the traces of combat that had clawed its way up from the bottom.

He had acquired various fighting methods in a really short time.

The TS Scar, who was watching the fight, opened her mouth wide.

“He really fights well? Is he really a first-year?”

The Mysticist guy, who was leaning against the wall, smiled.

“Look at him spitting. He has no reservations. I like him.”

Karin was blankly watching Jeong Yu-sin’s fight as if her soul had left her body.

Sian stared silently at the middle-aged Scar fighting, with her eyes wide open.

She couldn’t help but know.

That greatsword skill was definitely from the Empire.

The middle-aged Scar, who had been sparring for a long time, stepped back.

“That’s it for today. Good work.”

Jeong Yu-sin’s body was soaked with sweat for the first time in a while.

“Heeeuuugh!!! Heeeuuuugh!!!”

His breath was coming up to his throat.

But.

The middle-aged Scar’s breathing hadn’t become rough, and not a single piece of clothing was disheveled.

“Hoo Woo Woo. Crazy.”

Jeong Yu-sin, panting heavily, plopped down on the floor.

His muscles were stiff, but his head was burning hot.

Not only could no calculation of moves work, but neither could any fighting style.

Rather, he twisted the timing and struck back in reverse.

It was clearly felt that he had adjusted his strength and speed because it wasn’t a fight to the death.

Sian jumped up from her seat and approached the middle-aged Scar.

“Excuse me.”

“Hmm?”

The middle-aged Scar turned his head.

Sian looked at the middle-aged Scar with a stiff face.

“The swordsmanship you just used is···.”

“Ah. It’s the Imperial greatsword skill.”

“Y-you’re right, as I expected?!”

Sian’s eyes sparkled.

Jeong Yu-sin wore a dazed expression.

“The first one was from the Empire?”

The middle-aged Scar smiled bitterly.

“I spent quite a long time in the Empire.”

“Then the Engraving…?”

The middle-aged Scar shook his head.

“I don’t have an Engraving.”

“…”

Now he knew why he only used the greatsword.

“What is your level?”

The middle-aged Scar pondered for a moment and shrugged his shoulders.

“I haven’t counted after 60.”

“Heoeo.”

No wonder he was crazy strong.

How many monsters did he cut down?

And.

Where did that monster come from?

The middle-aged Scar noticed the doubt in Jeong Yu-sin’s gaze and smiled slightly.

“I’ll tell you later. First, there are a few things Handsome Scar needs to do. First, I will continue sparring with me every dawn. I think it will be a good experience.”

“Sounds great.”

Jeong Yu-sin nodded. He already thought that he lacked an opponent to spar with to his heart’s content.

“And it seems like you’ve acquired an Engraving that summons weapons, but the summoning cooldown is too long. I can see the opening. You need to reduce it more than you do now. It’s a matter of magical power management, so the second one will have to help with this.”

The Mysticist guy waved his hands.

“Trust me. I’ll help you.”

Jeong Yu-sin looked at the Mysticist guy.

“Mysticist, what is your level?”

The second one smiled at Jeong Yu-sin’s question.

“Me? I think it’s around 50? I forgot that I’m strong too.”

Jeong Yu-sin’s expression twisted.

‘He really is stronger than me.’

His current level is 10.

A situation where the level difference between him and others is several times different.

Next is Breast-Tank Scar.

“What about you?”

“I’m level 40.”

The middle-aged Scar interjected.

“When I spoke with the fourth one yesterday, she had quite a lot of knowledge about Engraving management. Of course, there are many amazing tactics, like spitting on faces, but if we think together, there will be other tactics.”

The TS Scar smiled and patted her chest. The Mysticist guy’s eyes widened at the jiggling breasts.

“I’m the fourth and in charge of using my head? Leave it to me!”

“Jiggle jiggle. There are three heads.”

The Mysticist guy mumbled blankly.

“Stop teasing me about my breasts. You ugly guy.”

“By the way, what’s with that outfit? Suddenly dolphin pants.”

“Karin lent it to me, and this is the most comfortable.”

The TS Scar stretched out her thighs. The firm muscles and plump flesh were balanced, exuding healthy beauty.

The Mysticist guy frowned.

“Now that I think about it, I feel a bit wronged? I think I can think of a better way to manage Engravings?”

Jeong Yu-sin, who switched with Sian, slowly approached.

“What do you have?”

The Mysticist guy swung his fist in the air.

“You’re a half-incubus Engraving, right? If you infuse Yin energy into your fist and hit their stomach, it’ll be a Yin energy seal! Sow punch! This is great!”

Breast-Tank Scar and Karin glared at the Mysticist guy with cold eyes.

“Isn’t this guy crazy?”

“Eww. Robe Scar is a pervert!”

Jeong Yu-sin stroked his forehead.

‘Actually, I thought about it too.’

I should just shut my mouth. If I stay still, I’ll at least be half as bad.

While people were chatting.

The middle-aged Scar and Sian finished sparring, and then Karin stepped up.

Both of them hadn’t neglected their training, as their movements were agile and their sword strikes were sharp.

The middle-aged Scar smiled and stroked Karin’s head.

“Sian and Karin are both excellent. Their combat sense is outstanding. Handsome Scar has good fortune with people.”

“Hehe.”

Karin wiggled her wolf ears and smiled brightly.

At that time.

Squeeeeak.

The kitchen door opened and the wolf beastman Scar stuck his head out.

“Dinner is ready.”

The Mysticist guy quickly turned his head.

“Third, what’s on the menu?”

“Stew… no. Sausage stew.”

“Ooh.”

“Really?!”

Breast-Tank Scar and the Mysticist guy jumped up from their seats.

No wonder he could smell a familiar scent wafting from the kitchen.

The people who had finished sparring all rushed into the restaurant and took their seats.

After sitting down and waiting for a while.

The third one brought a whole pot of steaming sausage stew and put it in bowls and handed them out.

“The third one must have worked hard since dawn. Thank you for your hard work.”

“It smells good.”

“I’ll eat well.”

The people put the stew in their mouths with spoons along with words of gratitude.

Jeong Yu-sin also smiled at the wolf beastman once and ate the stew.

The slightly spicy and rich broth, beans, sausage, and cheese mixed in his mouth, creating a nostalgic taste.

Karin’s eyes twinkled.

“Oh, it’s so delicious!”

The wolf beastman smiled.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

The Mysticist guy shuddered and smiled.

“Keuheueu. I want to have a drink in the morning.”

“What drink? Go to the Magic Tower quickly.”

“Stop nagging me so much. I’m going to lose my hair.”

Breast-Tank Scar and the Mysticist guy started bickering again.

The wolf beastman guy, who was watching the scene, smiled faintly.

“Huh?! The third one is smiling!”

When the TS Scar pointed at the wolf beastman, people’s attention was focused.

“What’s so fun?”

At the Mysticist’s question, the wolf beastman turned his gaze and scratched his cheek.

“Just. It’s more enjoyable to eat with people who know the taste than to eat alone.”

“…”

The people were silent for a moment.

It was just a simple word, but the loneliness contained within it was vividly felt.

Breast-Tank Scar nudged the wolf beastman’s side.

“Let’s eat well this time and rest before going, okay?”

The middle-aged Scar smiled gently.

“The fourth one is right. By the way, has everyone thought of a name?”

No one answered.

Well.

They were too busy partying last night to think straight.

The Mysticist guy quietly raised his hand.

“I thought about it carefully last night, and this is all I could come up with. Call me Henry Ca*ill.”

As the name of the actor in Su*erman popped out.

“…”

The atmosphere around him cooled down for a moment.

The Scars wore dumbfounded expressions.

“···You have too little conscience.”

“Kkeureureung! Don’t eat the stew I made!”

The middle-aged Scar also cleared his throat and turned his head away.

“The second one should come back with a better name.”

The Mysticist guy raised his voice, unable to bear the people’s nagging.

“No. Why only me?! This is unfair! Unfair!”

The inn in the spring morning.

It was noisy with the sound of people’s laughter and the Mysticist guy’s shouts.