The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 51

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 51

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace Episode 51

A Foul Smell (3)

“Of course, Min Cheong-un will win. Why else would he be an S-class diver and the guild master of Taengcheon?”

“Even if they limit magic and only fight with pure swordsmanship, how could some unknown diver beat Min Cheong-un?”

An impromptu swordsmanship duel between Yoo Seong-woo and Min Cheong-un was arranged.

Most of the students predicted Min Cheong-un’s victory.

Naturally, Yoo Seong-woo was an unknown with no recognition, while Min Cheong-un was already a renowned S-class diver.

Their reputations were so different that no one predicted Yoo Seong-woo would win.

Except for three people.

Hong Seo-hwa, who knew Yoo Seong-woo’s true skills.

The Red Dragon diver and Kwon Soo-hyun, who had both received help from Yoo Seong-woo.

Kwon Soo-hyun’s reason for believing Yoo Seong-woo would win was simple.

Simply put, he felt a deep understanding of the sword from Yoo Seong-woo’s words that had pierced through his own swordsmanship.

His sword was exactly as Yoo Seong-woo had described.

It had stagnated because he swung it without any intention, only focusing on swinging with a ‘correct’ mindset.

The purpose of the sword was lost because it lacked will.

‘……Who the hell is that guy?’

Who is he?

Perhaps the answer could be found by watching Yoo Seong-woo’s sword.

Yoo Seong-woo and Min Cheong-un stood facing each other in the training ground, wooden swords in hand.

Yoo Seong-woo glanced at him for a moment before speaking.

“Our guild master has bet a lot on this duel, so if I win, I’d like to ask you something.”

“Anything.”

Min Cheong-un, never imagining he would lose, took a stance with his wooden sword.

He stepped forward with his right foot and drew the sword towards himself.

The tip of the sword pointed at his opponent, ready to strike at any moment.

The basic stance of the Waterfall River Sword (폭하검) [a sword style emphasizing flowing, powerful strikes].

Yoo Seong-woo waited for Min Cheong-un to move, the tip of his sword hanging down.

When he showed no movement, Min Cheong-un frowned.

“I was going to concede the first move.”

“The first move is what masters concede to novices.”

Min Cheong-un’s expression twisted at Yoo Seong-woo’s words.

It was a remark that not only hurt his pride but crushed it.

“I’ll give you what you want, then.”

Min Cheong-un took the first move.

A clean sword path, stepping forward and thrusting.

The wooden sword elegantly and powerfully stirred the air.

His sequential unfolding of the Waterfall River Sword’s forms seemed to seize the offensive at first glance.

“Oh, oh! As expected of Diver Min Cheong-un!”

“Look at that swordsmanship, where did he learn it? It’s amazing!”

“I heard it’s Min Cheong-un’s unique swordsmanship.”

The students chattered noisily at Min Cheong-un’s display.

However, unlike the commotion, Min Cheong-un felt a sense of unease.

It was as if a beast was contemplating when to bite his neck right in front of him.

‘He’s not an opponent I can’t beat.’

The opponent is definitely weaker than him, and his skills are poor.

He felt like he could beat him to a pulp with his swordsmanship.

Strangely, the sword didn’t extend as much as he thought it would.

‘Is it because I’m limiting my magic?’

If it weren’t for the rule restricting energy, he would have sliced the man in front of him in an instant.

By a hair’s breadth, Min Cheong-un’s wooden sword narrowly missed Yoo Seong-woo’s body.

Or he dodged, or parried the sword, solidifying his defensive stance.

Min Cheong-un’s offensive continued.

The characteristic of the Waterfall River Sword is that it is as intense as a falling waterfall and as flexible as a flowing river.

The Waterfall River Sword, specialized in continuous attacks (연격기) [yeon-gyeok-gi, a series of linked attacks], surged like a falling waterfall.

“Haaap!”

The sound of wooden swords clashing repeatedly echoed with Min Cheong-un’s shout.

Min Cheong-un pushed forward, thinking he had gained the upper hand as Yoo Seong-woo took a few steps back.

However, the next moment.

With a crisp sound of “Clack!”, Min Cheong-un’s wooden sword flew into the sky and stuck in the ground.

It was truly a fleeting moment.

Yoo Seong-woo’s wooden sword, entering from a perfect blind spot, beyond the gap of recognition, lifted Min Cheong-un’s wooden sword upwards.

Min Cheong-un instinctively reached out to pick up his wooden sword, but Yoo Seong-woo’s wooden sword was already touching his neck.

“It’s over. You got lucky.”

“……What just happened.”

“I’ll ask what I’m curious about later.”

He pushed Yoo Seong-woo’s wooden sword away with his finger as if he didn’t understand, and looked back and forth between his own wooden sword and Yoo Seong-woo.

Yoo Seong-woo casually stuck his wooden sword into the ground and walked towards Hong Seo-hwa, standing next to her.

Then, Hong Seo-hwa shouted with a triumphant smile.

“Everyone! This is the level of Taengcheon! Come to Red Dragon!”

* * *

The rumor that Taengcheon’s reputation had been tarnished spread quickly throughout the school.

Video recording was prohibited, so no video remained, but the rumor spread widely by the students.

Some students requested personal instruction from Yoo Seong-woo after the duel.

Most thought it was a fluke that occurred because Min Cheong-un was careless, and even the defeated Min Cheong-un seemed to think so.

Three people didn’t think so.

Hong Seo-hwa and the Red Dragon diver, who gained immense popularity in the lecture thanks to Yoo Seong-woo.

And Kwon Soo-hyun.

After the lecture, she returned to her classroom and replayed the duel between Min Cheong-un and Yoo Seong-woo in her head.

It was clear that Min Cheong-un had seized the offensive first.

No, Min Cheong-un was on the offensive from the beginning to the end of the duel.

He pushed forward with his unique swordsmanship, the ‘Waterfall River Sword.’

But at some point, Yoo Seong-woo’s sword drew a strange path.

It was as if the focus on defense until now was an illusion.

‘I couldn’t see it.’

Moreover, Yoo Seong-woo’s last move was not visible at all.

But even though it was invisible, the will contained in the sword was definitely felt.

The reason for wielding the sword, which she had been trying to find all along.

The feeling she wanted to capture, the feeling she wanted to put into the sword, seemed to touch her skin.

“The Red Dragon diver…….”

Judging by the energy felt, his awakening grade is not very high, but she was confident that she was the only one among those present who noticed.

The sword intent (劍意) [gyeom-ui, the spiritual essence or will behind a sword technique] contained in his sword.

At first glance, it seemed indifferent, but it was wielded with a clear purpose and will.

Kwon Soo-hyun couldn’t help but be surprised when she realized this fact.

Understanding of the sword. He was the only one there who could be said to understand the sword and wield it better than anyone else.

Kwon Soo-hyun thought she should visit him sometime.

He might really be able to find the path she should take.

And.

‘I should never go to Taengcheon.’

* * *

“……So, what did you come to ask? Ask quickly. I’ll answer and let you go back.”

After the lecture, Yoo Seong-woo went to see Min Cheong-un separately.

It was to use the right to ask a question, the price of winning the duel.

He thought he would run away with his tail between his legs because he lost, but surprisingly, Min Cheong-un was holding his ground.

“I’m curious about your swordsmanship. Where did you learn it? I’m hired as a swordsmanship instructor for Red Dragon, but I’m interested because your swordsmanship is something I’ve never seen anywhere.”

“Red Dragon’s swordsmanship instructor? I’ve never heard of that.”

“My name is Yoon Seong-woo, newly hired this time.”

“Well, Red Dragon is a place that needs to learn some system.”

Min Cheong-un subtly criticized Red Dragon.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Yoo Seong-woo before biting his lip.

He didn’t want to publicize the Waterfall River Sword and the Southern Azure Sword.

It was only natural that they became known because he used unique swords and swordsmanship that he had never seen anywhere else while fighting.

“……The Southern Azure Sword and the Waterfall River Sword, which is the swordsmanship I use, were obtained from the Abyss.”

“Isn’t that a fact that everyone knows? I want something else. I want to learn the Waterfall River Sword too.”

“You want to learn the Waterfall River Sword.”

Min Cheong-un’s eyebrows twitched at the words that he wanted to learn the Waterfall River Sword.

Yoo Seong-woo nodded without changing his expression.

Min Cheong-un pondered something for a moment, tilted his head, and then opened his mouth.

“……If I pass on the Waterfall River Sword to you, come to Taengcheon. You seem to be a talent more suited to Taengcheon than Red Dragon anyway.”

‘Is he the type to try to bring me under his wing rather than make me an enemy?’

Yoo Seong-woo nodded at his words.

“I swear on the name of Yoon Seong-woo. If I can learn the Waterfall River Sword, I will transfer to Taengcheon.”

Min Cheong-un smiled slyly at Yoo Seong-woo’s pledge and said.

“Then I’ll contact you next time. I’ll pass on the Waterfall River Sword to you myself.”

* * *

“He came over really easily.”

“Is he an idiot?”

“He must be because he’s an idiot.”

Yoo Seong-woo, who had finished his secret meeting with Min Cheong-un, had dinner with Hong Seo-hwa.

The Red Dragon diver had left because he had something to do, and only the two of them remained, eating meat at a restaurant with a private room.

Hong Seo-hwa grilled the meat with her ability, so the meat cooked twice as fast.

“That’s convenient.”

“Can’t even Teacher do this much?”

“It’s terribly inefficient for grilling meat.”

He picked up a piece of beef and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

“I can finally see that damn bastard’s face.”

“You’re talking about the person who taught Min Byung-shin swordsmanship, right?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if it’s because a moron taught swordsmanship to a moron, but it’s become moronic swordsmanship.”

“Was the duel earlier like that too?”

“The Waterfall River Sword that he unfolds when he’s not a moron isn’t such a sloppy sword.”

Waterfall (瀑) fall.

River (河) name.

The Waterfall River Sword is as intense as a falling waterfall and as flexible as a flowing river.

The intense continuous attacks confine the enemy to the area so that they cannot escape from the sword path.

“To unfold such a sword like that…… It’s a waste of swordsmanship, a waste of swordsmanship.”

Moreover, Yoo Seong-woo was convinced after fighting Min Cheong-un again this time.

That Maynard directly taught Min Cheong-un the sword.

If Min Cheong-un had learned the Waterfall River Sword on his own through books or other methods, Maynard’s habits would not have been ingrained.

A swordsman’s unique habit.

Yoo Seong-woo had pointed it out many times when he was with Maynard, but Maynard never fixed it.

Min Cheong-un had the same habit because he had seen and learned from such a habit.

“That, what kind of person is the person who taught swordsmanship to Min Byung-shin?”

Now his name has completely become Min Byung-shin.

Yoo Seong-woo picked up another well-grilled piece of meat at Hong Seo-hwa’s question, nodded, and spat out a word.

“A guy who fights well.”

“A guy who fights well?”

“Yeah. A guy who fights well.”

Maynard was a person who could be summed up in one word.

How well he fights, the powerful swordsmanship unfolded through the Waterfall River Sword sliced off the heads of most demons.

The number of heads cut off by Maynard alone is terrifying.

At the same time.

“……A pitiful guy.”

He was also a pitiful guy.

If he had grown up well, he might have earned the title of Swordmaster like his disciples.

But for some reason, he suddenly betrayed them and became an enemy of humanity.

Yoo Seong-woo, who was feeling a little depressed thinking about the old days, ordered soju [a Korean distilled spirit].

He chugged the soju that arrived soon after and muttered quietly.

“I told you not to meet again. I’m going to meet you again.”

A tragedy, a tragedy, a tragedy.

In a series without comedy, he vowed inwardly.

He would slice him up for sure so that he couldn’t be resurrected this time.

There is no fourth tragedy.