The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 265

Nox (7)

Nureonna’s torso is sliced away.

The chunks of flesh fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the remains of Nureonna’s body that had been constricting the meteor shower.

Yoosungwoo dusted off his clothes, looking at Nureonna, who was left with only her upper body and a fragment of her lower body.

The monster alternated between looking at her missing lower body and Yoosungwoo in disbelief.

Nureonna’s nearly 300-meter-long lower body was a symbol of her life.

Her long body was her pride, grown by devouring countless humans.

But now that body was less than 10 meters long, let alone 300 meters.

“Keuheok!”

Nureonna, who had lost a great deal of power in an instant, coughed up blood and collapsed. Gyuki, whose legs had been cut off, went mad at the sight and charged at Yoosungwoo.

“I’ll kill you!”

“You’re rushing to your death even after seeing that mess [꼴, a Korean slang term for ‘state’ or ‘condition’],”

Yoosungwoo extended his sword against the charging Gyuki.

Hong Seohwa had only managed to deflect him, but Yoosungwoo was different.

A red aura flashed from his sword, splitting Gyuki in half as he charged.

The monster, who had devoured dozens of humans, collapsed, spraying blood everywhere.

Yoosungwoo shook the blood off his sword and turned his gaze to the fallen Nureonna.

“Y-Yeobo…….”

Nureonna reached out to Gyuki with a faint look on her face.

“End it.”

Then, Hong Seohwa, who had fallen from the sky, plunged her sword into Nureonna’s defenseless neck, ending her long life.

Then, the fox on his wrist spoke.

-Confirmed the annihilation of Gyuki and Nureonna’s spiritual power. Remaining targets: Satori and Shuten-doji.

***

The yokai [a class of supernatural monsters, spirits, and demons in Japanese folklore] who reads people’s minds, Satori, was in Nara, Japan.

Satori, a monkey-like creature covered in black fur, was sensitive to people’s hostility.

But conversely, it was also a monster that would devour anyone who was afraid of it.

“Is it here?”

Satori, like the others, was a yokai who had escaped from the Abyss and settled in the mountains.

Behind Kasuga Taisha Shrine, one of Japan’s World Heritage sites, is the Kasugayama Primeval Forest.

Like Lake Biwa, it was off-limits.

Satori, who had popped out when the Abyss collapsed, had taken up residence in the mountains and was hunting, making it impossible for people to enter.

“This is going to be a tricky hunt. He’s said to be sensitive to hostility, and his detection radius is kilometers.”

Yoosungwoo tapped the fox pattern on his wrist with his finger.

After catching Gyuki and Nureonna, he went straight to Nara, and it was already dusk.

Moreover, they were in the mountains, so if they waited any longer, complete darkness would descend, making it difficult to catch and kill Satori.

Hong Seohwa raised her hand and asked.

“Can’t we come tomorrow morning?”

“No. Strike while the iron is hot.”

Yoosungwoo seemed a little impatient.

In fact, he was a little anxious.

He knew Nox would wake up fine, but he couldn’t help but worry.

He took a deep breath to relax his body and said.

“We’re going to drive him out. Since he’s in the mountains anyway, if we drive him to the edge of the mountain, he’ll have nowhere to run.”

“Then who’s going to be the driver?”

“I’ll do it. If he’s so sensitive to hostility…….”

Yoosungwoo smiled.

“Driving him out will be very easy.”

***

Satori (覚) [lit. “comprehension” or “awakening”].

A yokai that appears in Japanese folklore and reads people’s minds. It is famous for reading people’s minds and saying what they were about to say first.

It is known for not causing any harm other than playing pranks, but the Satori after the Great Disaster was not like that.

During the Great Disaster, he escaped from the Abyss and secretly took a seat in the mountains.

He devoured humans who he thought were weaker than him or who were afraid of him, and increased his power.

As he grew stronger, Satori became stronger and more intelligent.

Satori, who was just a mere beast, rose to the position of a true yokai.

He went beyond reading human minds and learned human techniques with a sword.

No one could follow him in reading his opponent’s moves, so he used that to taunt those who came to defeat him.

If he thought he couldn’t win, he would run deep into the forest and hide, launching guerrilla tactics.

That’s how Satori lived.

Thinking that no one could kill him.

But, today.

“Heugyaak, heugyaaaaa……!!”

Satori ran through the dark forest, making beast-like noises.

He had to run. He had a feeling that if he didn’t run, his head wouldn’t be properly attached to his shoulders.

The terrible murderous intent that covered the entire forest.

The intense hostility did not stop and spread deep into the mountains.

The fear grew as it spread wider and thicker, but there was no limit to it.

What on earth is coming here?

‘Where, where should I go?’

The direction to go is not visible.

The murderous intent was spreading widely, but it was clearly aimed at him and slowly narrowing the distance.

‘T-This way!’

Satori found a way out in the midst of the rushing murderous intent.

He ran blindly in the direction where the murderous intent did not reach.

Not knowing that it was a path that would drive him to the edge of a cliff.

As he ran so frantically, a figure appeared in front of him.

A red-haired woman holding a sword in both hands. As soon as she made eye contact with Satori, she revealed her hostility, creating a red flame.

However, Satori could not turn around and avoid her.

The murderous intent behind him was more frightening than the human in front of him.

Satori took out two swords that he had stuck in his waist.

He can’t go any other way.

The only way is to kill the human in front of him and run away.

“Ukkyaaaaaaaak─!!”

Satori rushed towards the human, holding a sword in each hand.

And he reads.

Where the human will attack from, and what path the sword will swing along.

The human swings the sword.

The human’s sword was swung as he read his mind.

Satori deflected the human’s sword with his left hand and stabbed with his right hand.

He stabs the human’s chest because he has read not only the direction the human is attacking, but also the direction he is dodging.

However, Satori’s sword does not pierce his chest and bounces back.

“Hugyaak!”

“You monkey bastard!”

The red-haired human, Hong Seohwa, who blocked Satori’s path, smiled and swung her sword wildly.

Her sword sprayed fire in all directions, illuminating the surroundings.

“You really read minds? This is so much fun.”

Hong Seohwa was facing Satori after Gyuki, but even though there was fatigue on her face, her fighting spirit had not disappeared.

Rather, it burns even more.

This was an opportunity Yoosungwoo was giving her.

Perhaps he thought he hadn’t paid enough attention to her because she was the master of another guild.

He was giving her a special favor for growth.

…or so Hong Seohwa thought. But thanks to that, her flame burns even hotter.

“Let’s have some fun!”

***

Yoosungwoo, who had been emitting murderous intent from afar, turned his head after confirming that Hong Seohwa and Satori were fighting.

There is a guy who runs away from his murderous intent, and conversely, there is a guy who chases after it.

‘It’ll be okay since I put Schuel on Hong Seohwa’s side.’

I thought things were going too easily.

A man was walking towards him in the direction he turned his head.

In one hand he held a blue Japanese sword, and in the other hand he held a shorter dagger.

The man in Japanese traditional clothing walked at a leisurely pace and stopped at a distance from Yoosungwoo.

“Who are you?”

“Nice to meet you. I am Miyamoto Musashi.”

“What… Miamoto Sashimi?”

Yoosungwoo frowned at the old-fashioned tone that didn’t fit the times, and the fox on his wrist shone and said.

-It’s Miyamoto Musashi (宮本武蔵) [1584 – 1645]. He is a famous swordsman from the past, and is characterized by using Niten Ichiryū [a kenjutsu style involving the use of two swords].

“He’s a swordsman from the past, so why is he alive?”

-It’s not the ‘real’ one. Judging from the looks of it, he appears to be an Awakened One who carries the karma (業) [destiny or fate] of Miyamoto Musashi.

“What the hell is that?”

-A quasi-deity who has not reached complete divinity allows the Awakened to act on his behalf in order to achieve his status.

Listening to this, I roughly understood. In order to raise his name, God chooses an agent to continue his work.

Yoosungwoo, who understood the structure, looked at the man who introduced himself as Miyamoto Musashi.

The Gi [fighting spirit] was well refined.

There were traces of learning swordsmanship everywhere, and there were many scars, indicating that he had fought many battles.

He also seemed to be full of talent, so I could see why the swordsman of the past had chosen him.

“What’s your real name?”

“The moment I was chosen, I abandoned my name. Now I am just Miyamoto Musashi.”

He looks to be in his late twenties or early thirties.

‘A Japanese swordsman.’

How did he know?

Well, there’s no way he wouldn’t know. He attracted so much attention at the airport.

This is all thanks to the shrine maiden.

“What did you come here for? You don’t look like you came to say hello.”

“I heard that you are a famous swordsman, so I came to test my skills. Of course, with real swords, risking my life.”

“I heard a good self-introduction from a crazy bastard. Then get out of here, I’m busy.”

“No, I can’t go. Not until I cross swords with you.”

Musashi said that and emitted a sharp murderous intent.

It was a sharp murderous intent like the Japanese sword he was holding. I couldn’t even imagine how many people and monsters he had cut down so far.

“Draw your sword.”

“Ha… I’m really going to see all kinds of crazy bastards.”

Yoosungwoo summoned Ilsaeng as if he was annoyed.

A sword with a bright red blade appeared in his hand.

Along with it came a thick scent of blood.

It was also the scent of death that had deeply permeated Ilsaeng.

Musashi, who smelled the scent, raised the corners of his mouth.

“I’ve only been dealing with weaklings so far, but to meet a swordsman like you, what a happy thing this is.”

“A dying man has a lot to say.”

“Indeed, we’ll have to test that out! Niten Ichiryū (二天一流) Miyamoto Musashi, I’m going!”

Musashi shouted and took a step.

The swordsman in front of him is strong. A skilled person who doesn’t need to give up the first move.

Musashi, who rushed in silently and quickly, swung the long Japanese sword in his right hand and aimed for Yoosungwoo’s neck.

Yoosungwoo easily deflected the Japanese sword with Ilsaeng and swung it lightly.

Musashi used a dagger to block Ilsaeng, who was instantly aiming for his neck in reverse.

However, Yoosungwoo’s sword does not stop.

Instead of bouncing back with repulsion, he pushed forward with even greater force, blowing Musashi far away with the dagger.

Musashi, who flew away and crashed into several trees, got up and let out a dumbfounded laugh.

He touched his neck, which had a strong sword mark, and thought.

‘…If it had been a sword instead of a blade, I would have been beheaded and killed.’

Unbelievable skill and power.

The skill of handling a sword is also clearly superior to his own.

But that’s why Musashi could laugh.

“He is a worthy opponent to achieve my divinity!”

Yoosungwoo sighed as he watched Musashi start laughing to himself.

“Why are there so many crazy people in this neighborhood?”

Is it because they don’t eat kimchi…….