Bachelor Swordsmanship Remastered [EN]: Chapter 112

The priest standing behind Mook Hyul-yeop yawned, his mouth wide open.

It had been quite a while since he started watching that slow training, devoid of fun or excitement.

Dawn’s twilight had faded, and now the surroundings were brightly lit, so it was no wonder he yawned.

The priest glanced around furtively.

It didn’t seem like the Captain had come all the way here to see such a sight, but no one else had appeared either.

Moreover, that sword dance, with no clear beginning or end, showed no signs of stopping.

‘Haa-aam.’

The priest yawned again.

‘When is the Captain going to return…?’

Unable to urge him, he looked back at Mook Hyul-yeop and was startled.

Mook Hyul-yeop’s large eyes were wide open.

‘Huh?’

Not just his eyes. Mook Hyul-yeop, who had been crossing his arms, was now clenching his fists tightly.

So much so that veins were popping out on his large hands and thick arms.

“C-Captain…”

The surprised priest called out to Mook Hyul-yeop without realizing it.

However, Mook Hyul-yeop didn’t hear him.

Mook Hyul-yeop’s large eyes were fixed on the unbelievable sight unfolding before him.

Crack.

Mook Hyul-yeop gritted his teeth.

‘Damn it.’

Whoosh.

The blade of the Invisible Sword cut through the air before his eyes.

Although he couldn’t see it, Mook Hyul-yeop could clearly perceive it.

If that sword had been swung at him in the same way, he would never have been able to stop it.

‘…Damn it.’

It wasn’t that he couldn’t see it, nor that he hadn’t anticipated it.

But Mook Hyul-yeop had no confidence in blocking that extremely simple sword path.

A sword path that he couldn’t block even though he could clearly see it, a path he would inevitably succumb to despite already knowing it.

A gap that was only a single step, but a gap like a destiny that was never allowed for some.

‘I am…’

Mook Hyul-yeop, who had lived as a martial artist, could clearly understand.

That absolute gap was now clearly revealing its merciless form between him and Un-hyun.

Grind.

Mook Hyul-yeop frowned and gritted his teeth.

‘…I can’t block that sword.’

It was the desperate self-awareness of a martial artist who had faced an unbeatable opponent and had no choice but to accept defeat.

***

“It wasn’t the content that was the problem.”

Je-gal Yeon muttered powerlessly.

It wasn’t the content that was the problem.

A single stroke that had captured his attention.

Within it, Je-gal Yeon saw the trace of a sword that had sharpened its blade towards him.

It wasn’t as prominent in the first chapter.

However, as he went to the later chapters, the handwriting became rushed as if he was pressed for time, but that was precisely why the trace of a single sword came to life even more vividly.

“Heo.”

Je-gal Yeon let out a sigh.

“I see. So…”

Now he could understand exactly why he had felt bad looking at his answer sheet, and why he had felt a sense of crisis.

A huge wall that seemed impossible to overcome.

An overwhelming gap that seemed to look down on him.

And a sense of despair that he felt he could never reach.

Je-gal Yeon was once again facing the very same feeling he had felt long ago when he faced his father, the head of the family, with a sword.

And that too, through the writing on a mere piece of paper.

Swish.

Je-gal Yeon habitually reached for his teacup.

However, he discovered that his hand was trembling, and he could only let out a hollow laugh.

‘It’s just a trace of a brush passing by…’

Yet his hand was trembling.

If the successor of the Sword Saint was standing before him, would he be able to stand against him?

When his sword cut through the air, would Je-gal Yeon’s sword be able to stop him?

No, would he even be able to move?

Je-gal Yeon couldn’t answer.

It wasn’t because he didn’t know the answer, but because he couldn’t even bring himself to imagine it.

Chirp, chirp.

The sound of birds began to be heard from outside the window.

The outside of the office was already brightly lit, but Je-gal Yeon’s heart was still wandering in the morning mist.

***

Chirp, chirp.

Mornings has come.

Mook Hyul-yeop’s priest glanced at Mook Hyul-yeop.

However, Mook Hyul-yeop was biting his lip tightly and didn’t move at all.

Mook Hyul-yeop’s large eyes were also fixed on the training being performed by the ‘Hidden Child of the Divine Saint or Sword Saint’.

‘What’s going on?’

The priest frowned.

Mook Hyul-yeop’s appearance was definitely strange.

They had called him carefully several times, but Mook Hyul-yeop didn’t even answer.

The priests, who knew Mook Hyul-yeop’s personality, didn’t provoke him any further.

Above all, Mook Hyul-yeop’s appearance was quite unusual.

‘The cause must be that…’

The priest turned his head and looked at the training being performed by the ‘Hidden Child of the Divine Saint or Sword Saint’.

Mook Hyul-yeop’s reaction must be due to that training.

But there was nothing particularly special about it.

Just like they had confirmed several times so far.

Swish.

The priest glanced at another senior brother next to him.

However, he also shrugged as if he didn’t know.

“Hoo.”

The priest sighed.

It was then.

Rustle.

The continuous sword dance stopped.

The training was over.

The priest thought to himself that it was a relief.

“Hoo.”

The priest turned his head at the sound of a deep sigh.

His Captain, Mook Hyul-yeop, was letting out a long sigh.

“…Captain.”

The priest called Mook Hyul-yeop carefully.

However, Mook Hyul-yeop still didn’t answer.

But the priests could clearly see that Mook Hyul-yeop’s expression, which had been serious, had become much lighter.

And at that time, Un-hyun was also taking a light breath.

“Hoo.”

The refreshing feeling of finishing training filled his body.

However, before he could savor that pleasant feeling, Un-hyun began to worry about how to resolve this situation.

‘What should I do?’

The situation that made Un-hyun worry was because of the uninvited guests.

‘That person is definitely the Black Blood Association’s leader, the passionate sword Mook Hyul-yeop.’

He was seeing him for the first time, but he knew who he was. The things he had diligently memorized had not been in vain.

‘The other two people seem to be martial artists from the Black Blood Association.’

Their uniforms are similar, so they are probably from the same Black Blood Association.

He already knew they were coming.

But at that time, he didn’t feel anything.

He was so engrossed in training that he had forgotten everything.

But now that the training was over, it was truly an awkward situation.

‘I asked for a place where no one would come, but…’

It was a place that the Divine Monk had assured him that no one would come to.

But three uninvited guests had come so brazenly?

‘No, not three people…’

Although he couldn’t see him, Un-hyun could clearly feel it.

There was another person who was watching him without revealing himself.

He had felt it before, but he didn’t realize it was a human presence. But now he knew for sure.

‘Anyway…’

Un-hyun straightened his clothes.

And slowly turned his body towards Mook Hyul-yeop and his party.

‘Showing respect is the beginning of all relationships.’

Recalling the wise words of the sages, Un-hyun bowed politely.

Towards the Black Blood Association’s leader Mook Hyul-yeop and his party.

Swish.

Mook Hyul-yeop’s priest saw Un-hyun, who had finished his training, bowing to them.

The priests, who were just going to ignore him, were startled.

Squeak.

Mook Hyul-yeop, their Captain and the Black Blood Association’s representative to the Martial Arts Alliance, returned the greeting politely.

‘Huh?’

The priests couldn’t hide their surprised expressions.

But Mook Hyul-yeop finished his greeting and turned his head towards the priests.

“What are you doing?”

Mook Hyul-yeop said, glaring at them.

“Aren’t you going to greet him?”

“Ah, yes.”

The priests were flustered.

But it was the Captain’s order.

They immediately put their hands together and bowed to Un-hyun.

Un-hyun was also a little flustered by the unexpected greeting, but soon returned the greeting with a soft smile.

‘Amazing.’

Un-hyun muttered inwardly.

Mook Hyul-yeop, the leader of the Black Blood Association, is known for his rough personality and hasty temperament.

The books Un-hyun had read even had a warning to pay special attention to him.

‘He seems like a better person than I thought.’

Indeed, people should not be judged by their appearance alone.

Un-hyun thought so and finished his greeting.

But there was nothing more than that.

Mook Hyul-yeop was still silent, and the priests who had finished their greetings were only looking at Mook Hyul-yeop.

Un-hyun waited for a while, wondering if he would say something.

If he asked why he was training here, he was planning to use the Divine Monk’s name.

But Mook Hyul-yeop just stood there.

He didn’t say anything and didn’t call Un-hyun.

‘…Can I go?’

Un-hyun hesitated for a moment.

He had finished his training, so he had to go back quickly.

Un-hyun bowed to Mook Hyul-yeop once again to indicate that he was leaving.

Mook Hyul-yeop’s party also returned the greeting, although a little awkwardly.

Un-hyun breathed a sigh of relief inwardly and turned his body.

‘Ah.’

Un-hyun suddenly stopped walking.

The gaze that had been watching him was not only from Mook Hyul-yeop and his two priests.

There was also someone’s gaze that had been watching Un-hyun all along, although they had hidden their presence.

Swish.

Un-hyun turned his head towards the place where he felt someone’s presence.

He waited for a while, but that someone didn’t show himself in the end.

Un-hyun let out a soft sigh and turned his body.

‘There’s no need to show respect to someone who doesn’t even have basic manners.’

If the other party doesn’t show himself, Un-hyun will just ignore him.

Step, step.

Un-hyun left the empty space at a fast pace.

Mook Hyul-yeop couldn’t take his eyes off Un-hyun’s back until he disappeared.

And when Un-hyun finally disappeared, Mook Hyul-yeop let out a deep sigh.

“Hoo.”

As Mook Hyul-yeop seemed to relax, the priests immediately asked.

“Captain, are you okay?”

“No, why are you suddenly silent…”

However, Mook Hyul-yeop just looked at the priests instead of answering.

“You guys are… No, it’s nothing.”

Judging from the priests’ reactions, they didn’t seem to know.

If they had seen what Mook Hyul-yeop had seen, they wouldn’t have been able to be so calm.

“Captain, should we wait any longer?”

One of the priests asked carefully.

“What? Why?”

Mook Hyul-yeop frowned, and the priest said with a puzzled expression.

“No, you said you were going to run into someone earlier…”

“Tsk.”

Thanks to Mook Hyul-yeop’s tongue-lashing, the priest was speechless.

“It’s okay.”

Mook Hyul-yeop said that without rhyme or reason.

“…Let’s go.”

Step.

Before the priests could say anything, Mook Hyul-yeop turned his body.

The bewildered priests looked at each other, but no one could understand the Captain’s change of heart.

“Aren’t you coming quickly?”

The priests hurriedly started moving their feet at Mook Hyul-yeop’s urging, who was already far ahead.

Mook Hyul-yeop, who was looking at the priests, clicked his tongue briefly with a mixed voice of annoyance at the sight of the empty space behind them.

“Tch.”

Just thinking about it makes his whole body crawl.

Thinking that he wouldn’t be able to come near this place for a while, Mook Hyul-yeop turned his body.