273. Inspection (3)

Fortunately, Jin-yu Baek Seol-hee was able to avoid the worst situation she could think of.

“······No matter how much you are the Master’s Master, I cannot say that I want to become your disciple without asking for your consent.”

Jin Yu-ha remained loyal to his teacher until the end.

This time, I was worried because it seemed like the worries would be long.

That freaking kid really seemed to have his mouth shut.

‘Tsk, I’m almost there.’

The inspector clicked his tongue and glanced at Jin Yu-ha with regret.

But then I soon changed my mind.

‘No, there’s still plenty of time. He won’t be here for more than a day or two. He came here to learn swordsmanship anyway, right?’

Yes, this is Aida who came to me to learn the teachings of the sword.

If you stick close to him and teach him the sword in earnest, it is only a matter of time before he opens his heart.

After all, those people obsessed with swords were all selfish creatures with a screw missing somewhere in their heads.

‘Hmm, it seems like he follows that little monster around a lot. Maybe if I tell him stories from the past, he’ll open up to me quicker?’

It seeps in slowly.

It’s like taming a wary stray cat.

So that you can’t learn anything without receiving my teachings.

The swordsman’s eyes took on a cold light.

‘One day, I will make you grab my trouser leg and ask me to accept you as your disciple. I will make you a body that will not be satisfied unless I am your master.’

She was confident.

“Yes, if you say so, then there’s nothing I can do. I lost. I’ll give up on recruiting disciples.”

The inspector said something he didn’t mean naturally.

Jin Yu sighed in relief at the fact that he would no longer have to have uncomfortable conversations.

“Well, since you decided to take a look at the sword, you have to do it. Show me the sword you learned from my ‘disciple’. Show me your everything.”

“all right.”

“Please don’t disappoint me.”

Srrrrung─

Jin Yu-ha closed his eyes and drew his sword.

* * *

Let’s think about demonstrating swordsmanship in front of the lord.

Tension was running high.

He is the one who taught the sword to the master.

Of course, the eyes that see the sword will also not be ordinary.

‘You must not disappoint me.’

Because the Master’s honor is at stake with this sword.

‘You asked me to show you everything.’

I calmed my mind as I thought about the sword I had learned so far.

The Master is never one to speak carelessly.

Since he doesn’t say much in the first place, he picks out the words he needs to say and even if he says just one word, it carries many meanings.

‘Just like the Wolyeong Sword Technique.’

Now that I think about it, I think that Wolyeong Sword Technique is truly a sword technique that resembles my master.

The essence of Wolyeong Sword Technique is also simplicity and conciseness.

Embracing the potential of a colorful sword with just one swing.

The possibilities include everything from ‘speed’ and ‘direction’ to ‘intention’, ‘posture’, ‘mana’ and ‘flow’.

Because of that combination, the sword will branch out into infinite branches.

Depending on the enemy you are facing, you can select the appropriate sword path and attack at the right time.

‘Then what the Inspector meant when he said to show everything? It would be the same as saying to try to contain as many things as possible with the simplest thing.’

okay.

You don’t need to swing many swords to show everything.

Just one swing is enough.

That one time is probably all I can hold on to right now.

And the one black one I’m most confident in.

‘A straight sword that falls from the head down to the ground.’

This was the sword I first came to the academy with, the sword I first met with my teacher, and the sword I first practiced with.

There was a time when I held my sword above my head all day long to draw a single straight line.

If only I had drawn a straight line so slowly back then.

Now let’s go back to the beginning again.

Dismantle the thick sword that allows you to breathe.

With dozens of lines.

With hundreds of dots.

And further on, with countless possibilities.

I raised my sword above my head just like I did the first day I came to the training grounds.

“Ss …

Take a deep breath.

Open your eyes.

Hooo …

He brought the sword down just once.

Okay then.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Hundreds of materialized sword marks are carved into the air.

“!?”

It was the first time that the black energy that was just a possibility was materialized and spread out like this.

I made a bewildered expression.

and.

dump!

The swordsman watched from the side with his arms crossed.

She was on her buttocks on the floor.

His eyes were wide open.

“Crazy b*tch······.”

The inspector cursed in a trembling voice.

“What the heck······. What on earth did you teach that kid!!!!”

Her loud scream echoed throughout the training grounds.

*

‘crazy······.’

The inspector, who had barely come to his senses, got up from his seat and wiped his face.

She couldn’t quite believe that what she had just seen was real.

Just a single, unremarkable strike.

At first, when Jin Yu-ha raised his sword above his head, it wasn’t that surprising.

I was just excited that this child would take up his sword.

Upright attitude.

Precise body balance.

The energy that flows powerfully.

And the traces of effort felt in the posture in which the sword is held.

Because all of those things were saying that Jin Yu-ha was a sparkling ‘gemstone’.

but.

The raw material is bullshit.

That anticipation is felt the moment he lowers his sword.

It was shattered into pieces.

She prided herself on having an eye for swords that was better than anyone else’s.

In all these years, I have never once let go of the sword from my bosom.

Because I never neglected my training for even a single moment.

Because I could see it,

I could tell.

Just now, how ridiculous the sword that Jin Yu-ha was swinging was.

If I had to describe the sword he wielded in just one word,

Madness.

How could it not be madness?

The delusion of holding all the swords in the world in one sword is something that only a lunatic with a serious mental disorder could ever have.

‘No, I can imagine.’

The problem is that this mad swordsmanship doesn’t stop at the realm of imagination.

She looked at Jin Yu-ha with trembling eyes.

What kind of training have you done so far to bring that sword from the realm of the ideal into the realm of reality?

Even if I couldn’t do it, I probably died hundreds or thousands of times a day.

Not a virtual death, but a real death.

If he hadn’t been performing tricks on the edge of death every day, swinging his sword precariously like a tightrope walker, such absurd swordsmanship would never have been created.

If it were a normal person, it wouldn’t be strange if their heart had already broken, their spirit had been broken, and their brain had burned out.

‘That girl or this guy.’

A monster kid who threw his body away like a human who was desperate to die every day.

The image of Baek Seol-hee overlapped Jin Yu-ha’s face.

– Kid. Is it really your dream to die quickly?

– I’m not a kid. I’m going to finish the sword.

– Ha, if a sword can be completed by doing something like that, then is it really a sword?

At that time, I thought I had crushed Baek Seol-hee with force and broken her heart.

It seems like the guy has been doing the same thing since he left here.

So in the end I ended up making this sword.

‘They’re both out of their minds.’

She couldn’t admit that it was a sword.

There was no way,

There was no heart,

There is no intention.

There is only a dream that is mad and arrogant to the core.

Oh so so─

Goosebumps like chicken skin appeared on the swordsman’s forearm.

‘Crazy b*tch, real crazy b*tch——. That freak b*stard gave birth to a sword ghost——.’

Of course, she didn’t know.

The first nickname Jin Yu-ha received was ‘Sword Ghost’.

* * *

“Excuse me, sir, are you okay?”

I suddenly shouted, then approached the swordsman who was glaring at me with his mouth shut and asked him.

“······.”

But the sword master still doesn’t say anything.

‘Did I do something wrong?’

Or something is wrong.

I was worried and asked her.

“······Did I do something wrong?”

Then she shook her head to the side.

“No, let me ask you one thing before that.”

The inspector immediately grabbed my shoulder and spoke in an urgent voice.

“That Snow White, did you complete the sword you just swung?”

‘You said I failed… So you want me to complete this sword…’

I thought it would be better to protect the teacher’s pride here.

As expected, a master would choose not to hide it.

I shook my head.

“No, the master said he failed.”

“Yes, that’s right. This is that kind of sword. It’s a sword that child can never complete······.”

“Huh? What does that mean······.”

I asked back, embarrassed.

The inspector said with a serious expression on his face, as if he had no intention of answering my question.

“Now that you’ve seen this, I can no longer ask you to be my disciple. Still, you must take up my sword.”

It was a contradiction.

I won’t tell you to become my disciple,

At the same time, you have to carry a sword.

“I see why Lina sent you to me. Ha, that damn brat······.”

The inspector sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead.

“Starting tomorrow, you will learn again how to fear death.”

That’s how she described the training she would teach.