Chapter 128 – Quenching (2)

Ho-yeon, who was kneeling in the dojo, began training while watching Do-jin, who was kneeling in front of him.

“Every martial art has a philosophy.”

“Philosophy?”

“Okay.”

Having said that, Hoyeon stood up from her seat and stretched out her fist lightly. It was a posture that Dojin was also very familiar with.

Jab.
The fastest fist ever invented by mankind.

“What does this look like?”

“…… Jab.”

“The names are different, but it would be quick to know.”

She landed a few jabs in the air, then stretched her right straight in an instant.

“How is it?”

“You punch well.”

“I didn’t ask for that, but…… Anyway, what did you feel?”

“It’s fast, it’s strong.”

“Okay. In a way, this could be called a ‘perfect number’.”

“…… Perfect Demand?”

There is a concept of the perfect number. The best and most reasonable number that can be played out in theory. So, do all martial arts train to perfect their moves?

Not like that.

The regime of Taekwondo and Karate starts from the side.
The unique martial art of the beast tribe is to swing without extending the fist.

For some reason, when there is already a perfect answer, why do people choose a different path?

“That is the philosophy of martial arts.”

Since punches to the face were forbidden, fists were developed that hit the stomach the hardest.

Because there is a sharp weapon called a claw, swinging it rather than simply extending it becomes a more threatening weapon.

Likewise, even though there is a perfect answer, they deliberately walk a different path according to that philosophy.

“In other words, that’s why martial arts were created.”

“…… Okay.”

“How was your swordsmanship made?”

“My swordsmanship is—”

A swordsmanship created by a single monster.
Dojin tried to recall the meaning of the swordsmanship.
But it wasn’t easy. The only thing that could know the thoughts of a monster was the same monster.

“I do not know.”

“Um, I should go back to Bing, but… There are other ways.”

“Another way?”

“Okay. Not knowing history and swordsmanship, on the contrary. You know the history of swordsmanship.”

He said it was something that could not be done easily unless he was a master with very good skills. And coincidentally, Hoyeon belonged to those outstanding talents.

Do-jin stood in front of her, holding her sword. Do-jin, holding her real sword, asked her.

“What can I do?”

“Do what you do best.”

At those words, Do-jin unfolded her sword.
From type 1 to type 9.
The sword form that his father imprinted on my bones and flesh.
A swordsmanship engraved in the soul that cannot be forgotten anymore.

Looking at the swordsmanship, Hoyeon spontaneously exclaimed.
Indeed, you have reached the level of swordsmanship.
Even more so, swordsmanship was as strong as artistic.

“It is done.”

“Whoa-.”

After reviewing the history of swordsmanship to some extent, Hoyeon stopped Dojin. In an instant, Dojin drew her sword and looked at her.

“Your swordsmanship… It’s full of playfulness.”

“…… I didn’t come in as a joke.”

“No, it’s not like that. It is a swordsmanship created by a genius as a joke. This one.”

“This swordsmanship?”

No way, if that was the case, Do-jin would have been rolling at the bottom of the dungeon without being able to overcome a single goblin.

The strength of swordsmanship was proven by Do-jin in real combat. His swordsmanship was the strongest and the best.

Do-jin hated his father, but he could not even disparage the swordsmanship he created.

“I hope not.”

“Well, I can feel the playfulness in the swordsmanship itself.”

For example- Hoyeon followed suit and unfolded one of the sword patterns that Dojin had spread. In that short period of time, he stole the sword, proof that he had excellent eyesight.

“This part here.”

Whiik-.

Hoyeon showed Dojin’s sword path. Certainly, from the point of view of something strange, it seemed a little strange.

But I couldn’t admit that it was a joke.

“That…… Assuming that the enemy’s attack is shed—”

“So, do you really need to let the enemy’s attack go there?”

“…… Yes?”

“You already put pressure on the other side in the first part. You don’t even have to let go of the attack once more, you should be able to kill the other person enough by stabbing the sword.”

Swordsmanship can’t hesitate to kill the other person, so this was created because he wanted to show off the other person’s swordsmanship even more.

In other words, it was filled with a heart that enjoyed swordsmanship itself.

“However…… How can that be so playful…….”

“That’s not all. In addition to that, there were movements that seemed to show off swordsmanship rather than practical combat in various parts.”

There was a tendency to put in an irrational sword tax for that.
Hoyeon evaluated that and hung the sword on the wall again.
Her evaluation of Dojin’s swordsmanship was like this.

[The strongest swordsmanship in my opinion, dope? See you too. And die.]

In terms of killing in the end, there is no doubt that it is excellent in practical combat.
However, in the process of showing off his swordsmanship, he felt childlike innocence, obsession, and madness.

“The person who created this swordsmanship…… I didn’t create swordsmanship to cut something.”

“…… Then?”

“I made it just because I can make it, because I was born with that kind of talent. In the process, the desire to get more attention and the desire not to lose seem to have combined to become this kind of swordsmanship.”

To be honest, Hoyeon wanted to see the man who made this swordsmanship.
What kind of face would the person who makes this look like?
And how much he loves swordsmanship and how strong he is.

‘It gives me goosebumps.’

Often felt irrationality. Even though she could achieve greater efficiency with less effort, her secret skill her, which she completed with her talent and madness, made her admire.

Dojin, who heard the story, was slightly embarrassed and thought of his father.
To be honest, I still couldn’t believe it.

‘Father…… Are you just interested?’

To Do-jin, who was born and raised all her life under an oppressive father, those words were very hard to believe.

It wasn’t easy to admit…….

“…… I cannot admit it.”
“Then you can’t do it.”
“…… Yes?”
“No, I am not a god. How do you know the thoughts of the person who made the sword? It’s just an analogy.”

She said and scratched her cheek as if embarrassed.

“If you don’t like my guess, it won’t hurt you to look it up. Aren’t you swordsman?”

“…… Well, yes.”

Dojin looked down at her sword and thought of her father her.
He who was once his pillar his and everything in the world, who was both a god and a demon.

* * *

[A sword only becomes meaningful when it cuts down an enemy.]

His father often said so.
However, in modern society, it is impossible to cut humans.

No matter how much his father his is a socially renowned martial artist and a human cultural asset …… It wasn’t even a cartoon, so you couldn’t cut humans.

At least, in modern times technology has advanced so much that it is possible to cut targets that resemble humans.

Although he wielded the sword as he was taught, his father his never taught him what it meant.

But swinging the sword was the only way to survive, so he swung it.

‘Why did you swing your sword?’

We don’t know much about his father’s past his.
In the yard that I can’t even remember my mother’s face her right now, I’ve never seen her grandfather her in my life.

What did your father do in the past?
What kind of person was your father
Why did my father take up the sword?

I have many thoughts. And in the end, Do-jin came to imagine his father her.

“You’re here.”

Rumbling.
A father with a sword appeared in front of Dojin.

The man in front of him was not real. It was a fake, an illusion created by his brain.

However, Dojin laughed and stood up. As he gripped the sword, his illusionary appearance also changed to a young man of his age.

The appearance of the illusion was too similar to Dojin. At first glance, you might think it might be you.

But it wasn’t Dojin. That was his father’s figure. A young father to be exact.

Park Eun, who took out Do-jin’s youthful appearance, so even his skills are welcomed as they were when he was young.

“Come on.”

The ghost in the form of a father quickly drew his sword and swung it.
Since he was young, he must have believed in his youth and acted vigorously.

As much as the talent was real, the blow with the perfectly harmonized mind and body had the power to call it the prime of life.

As Dojin let go of the ghostly sword, he remembered what Hoyeon had said.

‘Show off your swordsmanship?’

Sure enough, the ghost then came in with a sharp sword thrust.
It was sharp, but not shady. As if advertising that his sword would pierce him, he was honest and at the same time flew into an unavoidable trajectory.

From the other side’s point of view, it must have felt like a bizarre attack that could be seen but could not be stopped.

‘Inefficient.’

Avoiding it by bending his head lightly, Dojin swung his sword in front of him.
The ghost’s attack was not completed, but it was surpassing completion with its youthful body and talent.

Do-jin did not use the power of the body and only fought against him with perfect swordsmanship.

Certainly, I don’t know if it was because of Do-jin’s imagination his, but he had ridiculous skills.

To the extent that Do-jin, who has honed his skills through countless real battles, is pushed back.

However, Dojin had no intention of denying this.

‘Yes, if it’s my father.’

It would be such a talent.
This level of skill will be
It must be so overwhelming.

Wield a sword
The illusion shed the sword very lightly, and at the same time became stronger and counterattacked Do-jin.
It was absurd to be strong on the subject of illusion.

Chow-!

Do-jin swung his sword at the illusion, and was cut by the sword he wielded. At the same time, his body began to tear and bleed.

‘It’s strong.’

It was a fantasy, but a very solid and powerful fantasy materialized. Perhaps if the illusion were to stab Do-jin to death, Do-jin would actually stop his heart his and enter a state of suspended animation.

This was a fight to the death.
As soon as I thought that, sweat started flowing from my whole body.

‘However, I can win.’

The fight between the strong of this level was always one point apart.
A single stroke of my sword can sever an opponent’s vitals, and at the same time, the opponent’s sword can sever my vitals.

A life-or-death situation similar to a western gunman’s duel.

Soon after, the illusion showed off the most powerful technique I knew.
It was a technology that had not yet been completed, and that would never be completed.
Dojin felt very disappointed and swung his sword.

Chow-!

He cut his chest and took the head of the illusion.
The reason the technology was not completed was simple.
This is because the future father discovered a loophole in the technology even before it was perfected, and thus left the technology unfinished.

‘At last welcome…… Is it an illusion swayed by my thoughts?’

It was lacking.
Dojin wanted a stronger opponent.

* * *

“…… So, he came to me.”

“Okay.”

Dojin went to the magic tower to find Raize. Fortunately, the receptionist remembered his face this time, so he was able to meet Raize without much restraint.

Rajee held out his hand, still looking tired. Dojin laughed and completely volatilized the fatigue.

Raje, who regained his clean look, asked Dojin as he stretched himself.

“What exactly do you want?”

“I want to see my father.”

“…… Are you asking me to pierce a dimension?”

“No.”

Dojin tapped my head.

“Get my father out of here.”

Welcome if it’s not real.
If not as a welcome, as a memory.
I’m going to meet you