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“…Gu Hunter…lost?”

“What is that… How can a top ranker…”

“It was a guidance sparring, a guidance sparring! Where is winning and losing in a map sparring!”

“But now…it looks like you’re hurt…could it be possible that the person instructing you originally got hurt?…”

The audience, who had been watching Ji-hoon and Sung-jun collide from beginning to end, were in bewilderment.

Seong-Jun Seong, a magic swordsman ranked 17th in the rankings.

The magical power he brought up, the movements he showed, and the skills he used were too subversive to be considered for guidance sparring.

It seems like they are trying to pressure, subdue, or test their skills…

Ji-hoon calmly accepted all of his magic sword techniques.

He was no longer a cadet who could be evaluated as a blast from class 11.

The lower class cadets were only surprised when they saw the sparring, but the upper class cadets could tell.

Kang Ji-hoon. That guy who is famous for failing in class 11 is at a higher level than anyone in class 4.

Beating all 4 class teams and advancing to the finals was definitely not luck or coincidence.

That guy is strong.

However, no one knew that much.

They wouldn’t have been able to withstand Seong Seong-jun’s magic sword skills even for a few days…

The results of the remaining final stages will probably be decided as well.

“Large…”

It wasn’t just the upper class cadets who were surprised.

Professor Joo Seong-ho was also impressed when he realized that Ji-hoon’s skills were extraordinary.

If it was the Seong Seong-jun he knew, he would never have been treated like that…

Professor Joo acknowledged that he was not capable of accurately assessing the skills of a cadet named Kang Ji-hoon.

‘I’d better report it to the chairman first…’

Professor Joo was diligently writing something down in Jihoon’s file, not knowing that Chairman Song Yoo-kyung was already watching all of this from a corner of the sparring hall.

“Wait.”

“Why are you doing this to someone who says you don’t need it? Really…”

Tingling

Ji-hoon, who repeatedly refused to give Baekwol to Seong-jun Seong-jun, feels something cold at that moment.

[You will need it]

It wasn’t a voice or text, but it was clearly embedded in Jihoon’s mind and conveyed its meaning.

“Ha…”

Jihoon’s brow furrows again.

“Guido…is”

Seong Seong-jun, who heard Ji-hoon muttering to himself, quickly responds.

“The original owner of this sword also said so. I think it’s Guido.”

“Original owner?”

“I can’t tell you who it is right now, but… this wasn’t mine originally. It is true that it became famous after I carried it, but the original owner of this sword is different.”

“Then you can just bring it to the original owner.”

“…I can’t do that…”

“Ha…”

Jihoon thinks.

It’s that black guido.

It wasn’t the first time I saw a sword talking to a swordsman.

Guido…chooses his own master.

I didn’t know what kind of trouble I would get caught up in by owning that sword, but if I was chosen by the sword, I would have no choice but to own it.

That sword, if Ji-hoon ultimately refuses, will come back for Ji-hoon again, even if it means staining the blood of hundreds or thousands of people.

“How tired I was while carrying the Black Moon…sigh…”

I felt uncomfortable from the beginning.

From the moment he heard the name of the sword, Jihoon thought of his favorite sword, Blackwol, which he carried around in the martial arts world.

However, White Moon and Black Moon would have been completely unrelated swords.

They existed in two completely different worlds, so it’s probably just a coincidence that their names are similar…

It is true that I felt like I wanted to be swayed by an inevitable attraction.

I was also curious whether it would have a similar feeling to Black Moon.

That curiosity ended up being…

Jihoon lost to the curiosity and attraction that overcame his anxiety.

Ji-hoon takes Baekwol over from Seong-jun Seong-jun’s hands as if he were possessed.

Jiiing

Baekwol cries horribly again.

Jihoon closes his eyes and feels him

‘Yes… it’s a sword that will come back anyway. It might be easier to admit it sooner this time…’

Ji-hoon, who felt the sword with his eyes closed, thought that the sensation coming from the white moon was very similar to that of the black moon.

How can this be…

***

-Great cooperation!! Kang Daehyeop!!

-Nothing to be that surprised… It’s not my blood.

Yeonhwa runs barefoot through the garden, startled. Her big eyes are filled with tears.

-Ugh..black

-Even though it’s not my blood… I wasn’t even hurt.

As if her shocked heart couldn’t calm down even after hearing my words, her hands continued to take off my clothes and scan my entire body.

It was like that. I appeared in front of Yeonhwa looking even more miserable than usual.

From head to toe, there was no place that wasn’t soaked in blood.

That thing on your forearm must be the flesh of an unknown demonic cult…

He tries to swat the offending foreign object from his arm and bring his hand to Yeonhwa’s sobbing face, but stops.

These dirty hands, these terrible hands soaked in hundreds of blood.

Is it okay to put it on that flawless white and bright face?

Yeonhwa, who had been looking for the wounds on my body, made eye contact with me as I stopped with my hands raised.

She read my mind and without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed my hands and brought them to her face.

Her white face was instantly stained by the red blood on my hands.

-Wait… It’s dirty, Yeonhwa…

As I spit out words and try to get away from her, she hugs me even more roughly.

Not only her face, but also her neckline, ears, and even the white suit she is wearing…

The blood that was on me is becoming a mess.

-Please don’t hesitate to touch me at any moment… please…

Before she knew it, Yeonhwa was shedding tears of a different kind.

I suddenly feel her eyes focus on the sword strapped to my waist.

-…?

Two eyes filled with her doubts

-Ha…again…the black moon came again…

-Black Moon…?

-Yeah… I guess the name of this sword is Black Moon.

-Who told you?

-…Black Moon

-…

She didn’t need much explanation.

For a moment, she met my expression that I just couldn’t help it.

With that alone, she receives all of my situations and emotions.

-I think you either have the will or fate guides you. If you can’t help it, you have to accept it.

-I don’t want to own anything in this world. I don’t want to have anything to do with anything

It was only when Yeonhwa’s eyes were filled with sadness that it felt like the world was collapsing, that I realized my mistake.

-No…not you Yeonhwa, you are the exception to everything.

-Daehyeop always tries to leave nothing behind in this world. But you’re already late. Me too, and this sword called Black Moon… it already all belongs to the Great Council. Daehyup is no longer just a stranger.

Was it around this time?

My own identity as a modern person began to become ambiguous…

Yeonhwa, Black Moon… As irresistible relationships began to emerge one by one, I began to think that I might not be the person I should return to.

Kang Ji-hoon, a Korean citizen of modern Earth.

The identity, sense of belonging, and longing were all gradually fading away.

-Everyone misses their hometown…

There was no answer to what she said. Can she bear breaking up with me?

At this moment, Yeonhwa’s world falls apart just by thinking about their breakup.

-But the Daehyup must know for sure. This place, Moorim, is now Daehyup’s hometown. Home of the heart. Daehyup is not someone who stays for a while. Even if you go back to the original world at some point, you must… definitely come back. For me who will wait forever…

Yeonhwa’s hand, sobbing, suddenly grabs the black moon around my waist.

Although it was an action without saying anything, I felt it had meaning.

Yeonhwa was saying thank you to Blackwol.

Thank you for constantly coming to me when I didn’t have anything and didn’t want to have a relationship with anyone.

For some reason, Black Moon, who was crying so horribly, accepted her touch more calmly than ever.

***

“Thank you… feel free to use it. It’s yours now”

Seongjun, who handed Baekwol over to Jihoon, looked somewhat relieved.

I think he knew early on that it wasn’t his.

“…sigh…”

On the other hand, Jihoon’s expression as he accepted him was that of someone carrying a very heavy burden.

A fate that was not wanted but eventually came.

Ji-hoon falls into deep thoughts again, thinking of Yeon-hwa and the Black Moon.

Soon, Ji-hoon, Soo-young, and Seong Seong-jun all moved to the audience seats, and the second semifinal match between the two teams from the 4th class was taking place.

Jiiing

Jiiing

Ji-hoon feels the Baekwol on his waist crying continuously.

The thought that he might now have a sword that is much rougher and more ferocious than the black moon passes through Ji-hoon’s mind.

[Choi Seungjun’s team wins]

The second semifinal match didn’t take long.

The name of the leader of the winning team displayed on the large screen was a name Jihoon knew.