episode_0068

“Jang Moon-in, I don’t know if I can be presumptuous in saying this, but… … .”

“Please speak your mind freely. This is a place I have insisted on from the beginning.”

“So, the sword that Jang Moon-in recently created through enlightenment is the Salgeom, and this is one of the paths toward the essence that Jang Moon-in thinks should be pursued through the sword. Is that what you are saying?”

Jang Moon-in nodded instead of answering.

“And now, you have created a sword that is so close to a sword, and if I continue to learn it well, it can be a lifesaver. That is what you are saying.”

“I understand. You are right.”

Jang Moon-in nodded again, but I scratched my head reflexively.

This is driving me crazy.

Why do I keep learning martial arts like this? Was the Cheonma Shingong and Mucham Nangagum not enough?

I know it’s an irreverent act, but I can’t help but feel embarrassed. Just by looking at the demonstration, I can tell that he’s a fearsome swordsman, but it’s a bit much for a newly rising superstar swordsman to use a sword.

Jang Moon-in burst into laughter, perhaps unconsciously showing an expression to that effect.

“I know what you’re talking about. It’s a bit strange to swing a sword around so carelessly when you have the nickname of Black Kirin. It’s not even fun to use it in this Yongbongjihoe.”

“I didn’t mean it to be like that.”

“It doesn’t matter. I will guarantee it at this Yongbong branch meeting, and if anyone says anything, sell my name.”

“Huh?”

What did you just say?

When I opened my eyes wide and looked at him, Jang Moon-in nodded with an expressionless face, the pressure he felt when he was drawing his sword completely gone.

“Sell my name. If it is indeed the sword I created, and if it is the conclusion I reached after studying for a long time, what can I do? Why should you ask me why I taught such a vicious sword?”

“Uh… … .”

“Rather, it would be good for me if you come to me to ask. If you have the skills to ask me that, I can convince you by talking to you with a sword.”

You’re talking about showing off your strength so casually.

This was a confusing statement that made it hard to tell whether he was the eldest member of the Jongnam faction or the leader of the Jongnam group.

As I was blankly staring at Jang Moon-in, Jang Moon-in nodded toward the sword hanging from his waist.

“I can call out your spells, but before I recite them, I will first check your skills. I will not use any of my school’s martial arts, and I will only fight with the sword I just showed you, so it would be a good idea to learn them during the non-martial arts process.”

Then, naturally, I closed my eyes tightly as I saw him once again draw his beloved sword, not a wooden sword, but a weapon hanging from his waist.

This is not it, this is not it.

* * *

If the level difference is too great, there is nothing to be gained by fighting.

Just as a third-rate warrior can hold out for three seconds against a master with a sword in his hand, he has no idea what kind of mysterious group is hiding there.

In particular, the gap between the climax and the end is actually greater than the gap between the third-rate and the climax due to the presence or absence of intention.

“Ugh.”

Yeonjin collapsed on the bed with a scream similar to a monster’s scream.

As Jin Seong-yeon had previously announced, he thoroughly attacked Yeon Jin with only the Salgeom, a sword disguised as a quick sword, that he had created.

No matter how much she kept the situation in her hands because it was a map match, for Yeonjin it was a trembling moment, like walking on ice.

Especially against Jin Seong-yeon, since he couldn’t use Cheonma Shingong and Mucham Nanga Sword, which accounted for a significant portion of Yeon Jin’s power, he had to thoroughly use only the Bokma Yeorae Sword and the Banya Great Power.

“You’ve been strict since birth. You have no mercy, no mercy.”

Yeonjin grumbled as she lay on the bed.

My whole body aches from being hit hard with the back of a knife.

Originally, the world of martial artists was ruthless, and there was no difference between men and women in the process of learning martial arts. More precisely, both men and women were equal.

The rules are not particularly different in a world where the sexes are reversed, so when learning martial arts, both men and women are allowed to use somewhat rough training methods.

Of course, Yeonjin, who was born into the Demonic Cult and was considered the best in her field, was not dissatisfied with that now; she was simply in pain from being hit.

“How did things turn out like this?”

Yeonjin muttered while lying on the bed.

It was a truly fascinating process.

I just helped him out of the desire to save a poor person, but I got involved with Jongnam and went all the way to Shaolin Temple. And now, I’m on my way to Haenam Island, where the Yongbong branch is held, as a sidekick to Jongnam’s faction.

And now, I am in a position where I am receiving the wisdom that the Jongnampa leader realized in his later years.

If you trace back the chain of events to see how things came to this, it is mind-boggling.

“But I think I forgot something important.”

Yeonjin made a subtle expression.

Does it matter?

No, it doesn’t seem like anything particularly important. I think there was something I was forgetting. He made a face as if he couldn’t remember what it was.

If Lee Seo-ran had suddenly lost her opponent to Jang Moon-in, she would have felt wronged, but what can you do?

Rather than dealing with Lee Seo-ran, who is always watching you with eagle eyes all the way to Haenam Island, it would be more helpful to improve your skills to receive training from Jin Seong-yeon.

Eventually, Yeonjin, who couldn’t remember what she had forgotten, laid her tired body on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

With a rustling sound, someone quietly opened the door to the room where Yeonjin was sleeping.

The hinges were quite stiff and should have made a noise, but the skill of opening the door without making a sound was extraordinary.

Even the most sensitive of masters would have a hard time recognizing the silver sleep technique. The one who appeared was a black-clad man, completely covered in black clothing from head to toe.

Above the black mask that completely covered his lower body, only his eyes were visible.

The bright red eyes looked sharply around the room, then turned to Yeonjin, who was lying asleep on the bed.

“… … Phew.”

And only after confirming Yeonjin’s appearance did the man in black let out a sigh of relief.

Then he naturally climbed onto the bed, took off his stuffy mask, sat down next to her, and snuggled into Yeonjin’s arms.

“… … What the.”

Yeonjin, who had been in a deep sleep due to that action, opened her eyes, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Then, her eyes met with those of the man in black.

“Shhh.”

“… … Why are you here?”

Instead of answering, the black-clad Yu Ye-hyang smiled brightly.

Yeonjin, who had suddenly become drowsy, made a subtle expression.

“Don’t even think about covering it up with a smile.”

“… … There’s a saying that goes, if you want to hide a tree, hide it in the forest, and if you want to hide a person, hide it among the person. Even if the King of Geumcheon Sword is a master of a higher rank than you, if you hide your presence this much, no one will know.”

“Really?”

“… … Maybe? Seeing as how nothing happened even though she came all the way here, she probably didn’t notice it. Especially since the guest house is a place where a lot of people come and go.”

Yeonjin clenched her fist and lightly hit Yu Yehyang on the head.

I didn’t hit it that hard, I just lightly touched it.

Yu Ye-hyang pursed her lips as she wrapped her hand around the area where his fist had touched.

“I really hope so. I don’t really want to see an unidentified hemp head suddenly sneak in and the entire Jongnam faction go wild like their tails are on fire.”

“That won’t happen. Especially this time, in order to come see Jin-ah, he even learned the Gwisikdaebeop in a hurry.”

“… … Is this a murder or a leader of the Cheonmasingyo cult?”

Yeonjin sighed at the words that he had even learned the ghost ritual just to see her face once at night.

Still, judging from the fact that he made it here safely, it seems he wasn’t caught by Jin Seong-yeon or any of the other Jongnam faction masters.

Yeonjin looked at Yu Ye-hyang for a moment, wondering what to do about this, and then shook her head.

“Now that I’ve seen your face, are you going to go?”

“What does that mean?”

“Huh?”

“I was thinking of staying here for one night.”

“Huh?”

“That’s obvious.”

Yu Ye-hyang blinked as if asking what he meant, then closed her eyes tightly in his arms.

Yeonjin blinked her eyes in unison with the natural flow, then sighed as if she had no choice.

“Just today.”

“They say that the first time is the hardest. Since I succeeded today, until I go to Haenam Island… … .”

“Aha.”

Yeonjin burst into laughter.

So now, after learning martial arts from Jin Seong-yeon every day, I have to spend time with Yu Ye-hyang at night.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, but Yeonjin shook off her anxiety that Yu Yehyang’s tail might get stepped on at least once and asked.

“But I’m learning a new martial art.”

“Martial arts? Why martial arts all of a sudden?”

“Jongnampa’s leader suddenly started teaching me swordsmanship, saying he had recently realized something. At first, he asked me to become his disciple.”

“Tell me more.”

Yu Ye-hyang’s voice became serious as she corrected her posture.

“So at first, I asked if he could become my disciple if he didn’t have a master, so when I said I had a master, he told me to only learn the swordsmanship he had created. He said I didn’t have to become his disciple.”

“… … ?”

What kind of necrophilia is that in the world?

There was a look of doubt on Yu Ye-hyang’s face as she listened to the explanation.

Is it even possible to give up on taking him as a disciple and only learn martial arts?

“But the sword technique that I realized that way is the Salgeom. It is a quick sword that specializes in killing the opponent by any means, but it is called a specialization, but it is just the Salgeom.”

“… … .”

It’s a real treat.

The sword that you are so hastily buying from the head of the Jongnam faction is actually a sword?

Yu Ye-hyang, who made an expression that seemed to convey something similar to that, soon gave up on understanding.

Then he asked to confirm.

“Are you teaching her anything strange or secretly considering her your disciple?”

“It wasn’t really like that. I got beaten up a lot today during the map sparring.”

Yeonjin tugged on her clothes and showed them the bruises that were left from being beaten up.

Yu Ye-hyang blushed at such careless behavior and nodded her head coolly.

“Then just learn it. You’ve already learned the Heavenly Demonic Art, so what difference would it make if you added one more sword?”

“Is that so?”

After all, now that I have mastered the Heavenly Demonic Art, which can be called the ultimate form of magic, what good will it do to learn another sword?

Moreover, Jin Seong-yeon even went so far as to say that he would sell his name if anyone questioned him.

Yeonjin nodded.

Because there is no law that says that only things that can be understood happen in the world.