Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 135

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius – Episode 135

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius Episode 135

Nightmare (5)

Clang!

Sword and sword clashed.

A normal swordsman would consider the moment their sword met the Sword Saint’s as an honor, or think it was the end for them.

Squeeze.

It had nothing to do with the widow, who gripped the sword hilt tightly, expressing her intense will. She silently blocked my sword.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Do not run away.”

“From where, from what?”

“Do not run away from your duty, Sword Saint.”

“…….”

Yes, this was an escape.

I wasn’t exactly thinking of escaping this hell by dying.

I was just thinking of putting a blemish on this face that people liked so much.

Would people still like a scarred face, just like a body that had been rolling around on the battlefield and was more terrible than a cripple?

I suddenly wanted to test that out.

I didn’t know if it stemmed from the immature thoughts of an adolescent boy.

Or if it was a wrong decision stemming from the loneliness and sorrow of a powerful person.

The Sword Saint’s mind was not calm enough to dwell on such trivial matters.

The moment the thought occurred and the decision was made, I tried to implement it right away.

“I wasn’t exactly planning to die.”

“I know.”

“I was just thinking of putting a few scars on my face.”

“Tens of thousands of soldiers have burned their lives to prevent even a scratch on your face. Please cherish your countenance.”

And that.

The widow’s soldier, who lost her husband because of me, stopped me.

“You… you’re more troublesome than I thought.”

“Is that so?”

“Your personality and *mal-tu* [manner of speaking] are not great. But it seems like it would be fun to have you around.”

“I am not great enough or precious enough to be by your side…”

“Is that so?”

But that’s none of my business.

“The ability to say everything you want in front of your superior. You seem out of your mind, but you have the best qualities as my comrade.”

“……Pardon?”

“I won’t say much. What is your name, soldier?”

What, something’s strange.

Usually, around this point, even if they don’t curse, wouldn’t they think about giving a reprimand?

The widow, who had forgotten the brakes due to the shock of losing her husband, revealed her convictions with all her might.

This unexpectedly bought the Sword Saint’s favor.

“My name is Han Yeon-woo…”

“Han Yeon-woo, a person from my hometown. Alright, Han Yeon-woo, won’t you be my comrade?”

“That’s…!”

“Of course, I plan to pay a fair price. After cremating your husband, I promise that he will be able to hold a memorial service alone with honor when you return. And I will quadruple your salary. If that’s not enough, I plan to give you generous incentives based on performance.”

A considerable price.

I was curious if she would accept my offer.

Most people would have accepted my offer here.

“…I am grateful for the offer, but I am not strong enough to follow you. A crow-tit [small, weak bird] will have its legs torn if it tries to follow a stork too hard.”

“Then I will personally teach you how to become a noble hawk, surpassing a mere crow-tit.”

“!!!!!”

I’ll teach you how to become stronger.

I wouldn’t reject the offer after going this far.

Actually, it doesn’t matter if I force it with an order.

The Sword Saint was curious about what kind of person she would become when someone like her jumped into the same battlefield as him.

For that, he didn’t even hesitate to take the widow as his disciple. From the beginning, there were no conditions to be met to become his disciple.

The tragedy that happens on this land.

Because of the hope that his generation would be the end, he dared not keep any holiness as a master-disciple relationship.

“That… haven’t you never had a disciple before, Sword Saint?”

“That’s right.”

“Then if you were to create a sect, would I be the head disciple?”

“?”

Is that so?

Aren’t head disciple and senior disciple titles for men?

The Sword Saint scratched his head.

He doesn’t know much because he has never belonged to such a sect.

Before he even wanted to be taught, those who glimpsed his talent came to him and taught him all kinds of skills and famous techniques.

They said he had a natural martial physique.

Or that he was born with a martial talent that even the God of War would be shocked by, saying things he couldn’t understand because he was too young, and they gave him everything.

There were so many people like that, so I can’t say that I belonged to a specific sect, but instead, there is one person I serve as a teacher.

“I have never belonged to a sect, and I have no intention of creating one, so that will never happen.”

“Is that so? I heard rumors that you used to belong to Hwasan and then left.”

“Are you talking about 위극 [Wi Geuk] grandpa… Are you talking about <위창천> [Wi Changcheon] of Hwasan, Elder 위극 [Wi Geuk]? It is true that he taught me swordsmanship, but strictly speaking, it wasn’t a master-disciple relationship.”

“Then what on earth…?”

“Rather than a master-disciple relationship, it was closer to inputting his skills into a weapon with excellent learning and development. Still, well.”

He would occasionally buy me snacks because I was younger than his grandson.

On days when he bought me too much, my physical balance would be disrupted, and I would often get scolded by the other people who were teaching me.

Nevertheless, he always bought me snacks because he said I looked good when I ate something.

Because it is the past that I can no longer return to.

I only reminisce about the deceased old man.

I changed the subject because it wasn’t worth mentioning.

“If I were to call someone my teacher, he would be the only one.”

“Who is that? There are so many rumors that it is not easy to narrow it down to one person.”

“Who is it? Of course, it’s Yeon… If I say it by my real name, you probably won’t know. It’s Yeomra [King of Hell].”

Looking at her actions these days, she is closer to a pyromaniac than a *geomsa* [prosecutor], but her essence is a *geomsa*.

The Sword Saint’s sword was mostly based on hers.

So, in reality, she is his only teacher.

Perhaps it was an unexpected answer.

Sergeant Han Yeon-woo was stiff.

It’s not like I’ve ever hidden it, but it seems like she didn’t expect it at all from her point of view. Well, the disciple and the teacher are in the same position as 팔대성 [Eight Great Stars – powerful figures].

No matter how much a disciple beats a teacher.

There is a limit to surpassing one’s teacher.

And well, in fact, the part about the teacher was not a particularly important story, so I went back to the topic.

“And about my disciple, I did have one.”

“!!!”

“It wasn’t official, and it was just what he kept shouting. But now that I think about it, he was my disciple.”

There was a boy who followed the Sword Saint like a chick, asking him to teach him the sword. However, his talent stood out in spears and axes, so he ended up teaching him other martial arts besides the sword.

It was quite annoying at the time.

But now that I think about it, it’s an unforgettable memory.

“Then where is that person now…?”

“I thought you were quick-witted. But you seem surprisingly dull. Can’t you guess if I said it in the past tense?”

He’s already dead.

I said it indirectly.

It is very pitiful to mention death.

It was best to soothe his heart by being a little roundabout.

“He was a member of the White Sword Squad. He was a junior in my class, but he was making a fuss about wanting to become a disciple.”

“Ah…….”

White Sword Squad, the only unit operated by the Sword Saint.

Because most of the soldiers belonging to this place have died or retired due to injuries, it is now the name of a special forces unit that remains like a legend among the soldiers on the battlefield.

“Anyway, I never taught him the sword, but he is clearly my student and disciple.”

After his death, the Sword Saint tried not to take in any disciples, but now he has changed his mind a little.

Han Yeon-woo’s appearance, desperately alive to protect his reputation even in the face of the death of a loved one. Seeing that, I thought it would be quite fun to have her by my side, so I took her as my disciple.

She was 20 years older than the Sword Saint, but what is important in a master-disciple relationship is not age but teaching.

However, when the Sword Saint was eating and carelessly got something on his mouth, the widow who smiled gently wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Sometimes she makes him food.

Around the time when their relationship was no longer a simple master-disciple relationship.

The 2nd class monster appeared again, and the tragedy happened again, as if recalling deja vu.

A huge monster’s attack landed on Han Yeon-woo’s body.

She resisted as much as possible, but her strength was only enough to block half of it.

“Ah… my poor Sword Saint.”

“Ah, no. I can’t let you go like this. I can’t let you go like this again!”

“Hehe… I get to see you angry while I’m still alive.”

The Sword Saint, who couldn’t protect her in front of his eyes, despaired.

The widow, who saw him crying, who had been insensitive like a doll, wiped away his tears with her dying body.

“It’s a blasphemous thing to say, but I’ve been thinking of you as a son.”

Half of her body was gone.

Her upper and lower body were separated, but the body of a *choin* [superhuman] with magical power and supernatural powers allowed her a moment to utter her last words.

“……My mother and father are alive? I didn’t become a child soldier because I was an orphan, but because my talent was so outstanding that the military state scouted me.”

“Oh… hehe, is that so? For someone like that, you didn’t seem used to women’s touch.”

“……I enlisted when I was too young.”

“How old?”

“Five years old.”

He was young.

Too young.

The widow knew that his heart was too tender compared to the duties and responsibilities he carried.

The one year she lived as his disciple.

That short time made her, who had planned to have a husband and children, realize what maternal love was.

“Then would you like to call me mom?”

“……Are you crazy?”

“No. But I want to be called that at least once. Please, teacher.”

A disciple making an impious request.

But her request had a magic that could not be refused.

“Uh… mother.”

“Hehe……. This is a very blasphemous thought.”

The master-disciple relationship was reversed.

Although it is not a natural relationship made by heaven, she and the Sword Saint became a temporary mother-child relationship through a bond in which they relied on each other.

This will be a short relationship that will not last even an hour.

Nevertheless, the Sword Saint was faithful to that relationship.

I wanted to do my best.

“There must be a way to live. There must be a way to live somehow, so…!”

There is no.

I know that better than anyone else.

That’s how I sent her away in vain.

Even after that, hell showed no signs of ending.

When I was being educated as a cadet in the military state.

The former masters who taught me every day, even splitting up short periods of time.

The elders who taught me all kinds of martial arts, tactics, and how to survive in the harsh wilderness decided to seek death and protect me.

“Ha, what are you doing, grandma! You’ll die if you go!!”

“This is the only way to save our puppy.”

“Don’t talk nonsense and come here! Don’t go! Don’t go!!”

“Be sure to survive to the end… I’m sorry that I couldn’t end this hellish war in advance and passed it on to your generation.”

“Hehe, grandma’s gone. Now, it’s my turn.”

“Why are you doing this again! Don’t let old people with bright futures leave like this in vain!”

“Hey! You rude bastard. I’m doing this because I love you… but it’s hard to say that with dignity.”

Choice and judgment.

It was more efficient to save a young man called the hope of mankind than an old man who was far from his prime.

The old men, who had personally experienced how important that was for the past few decades, became moths that burned their bodies without hesitation.

Around the time when the last old man was left.

The Sword Saint’s eyes were clouded.

The brilliant starlight-like *seonseong* [divine nature] that symbolized him was no longer felt.

The last remaining old man patted him on the shoulder and said.

“You are… our common enemy.”

“Ha, grandpa. You acted like you were going to live for 100 more years…! How are you going to see your youngest grandson’s antics if you die like this?! You just bragged to me that he’s two years old!!”

“Haha……. I’ve seen enough of my grandson’s antics from you. So you must… survive to the end and be happy. That’s my wish.”

“Don’t bullshit! Don’t leave everything to me and go!! If you’re going to fight, fight with me to the end, grandpa!!!”

In this way, even the former heroes who swept through the era became twilight and faded away. Even after that, death did not stop.

How many times will it be repeated?

Those on the battlefield knew that they would die someday, but surely the people in the rear.

Even the *myeongjang* [renowned generals] who were most safely protected in the rear did not imagine that they would die like that.

“Why is *noya* [Old Master] dead? How could those great *noong* [Old Men], *myeongjang* die?”

“Your Excellency, here are their…”

“Answer my question.”

“…Here are their wills.”

“Give it to me.”

Not much was written in the will.

The material called the Heart of the Star obtained from the last expedition.

He was convinced that if he processed it into my sword, it would definitely have a huge impact on the war situation, so he risked his life to heat the material and make a sword.

As a result, he suffered severe damage from the powerful magic released from the Heart of the Star, and all the *myeongjang* died.

In fact, this is their last work and the strongest weapon that can be created in the current civilization. It was written that they were having fun as blacksmiths until the end and then left.

……Crazy old men.

“If this happens, there will be a disruption in the supply of weapons in the future.”

The Sword Saint with dead eyes tore the letter with the will written on it and held a sword that came with the letter in his hand.

A pure white sword.

The name of the sword, which was brilliantly golden, seemed to be *seonggeom* [holy sword], but.

The birth story was no different from a *mageom* [demon sword], so I felt a little ominous.

Still… as the old men’s last work, the performance was excellent.

They were not wrong, the *seonggeom* erased all the *mamul* [monsters] and *main* [demons] in front of them.

As the war situation slowly began to breathe and the possibility of humanity winning began to appear.

Crack─!

Like a tomato bursting.

The heads of friends who roamed the battlefield in the same class were crushed before my eyes.

In order to tilt the tide of the war back to their side, an offensive of ten million units poured in regardless of land, sea, or air, and even the Sword Saint of *cheonha* [all under heaven] had no choice but to be caught off guard.

That’s how he lost a precious person again in vain.

Even in front of his eyes.

I thought there was no more room to get stronger.

I even had the *seonggeom* in my hand, which I could be proud of as the strongest.

But I couldn’t protect it again.

Again.

“Your Excellency! According to the information, the allied forces are far superior to the enemy *mamul*’s offensive. The number of deaths in the military state is about 120,000. On the other hand, more than 6 million *mamul* have died and are fleeing across the sea!”

“…….”

“It’s all thanks to Your Excellency slaughtering 1 million *mamul* by wielding the sword like this and that!”

Even though he had nothing in his hand, the unknown man seemed to be holding a sword.

He moved his hands here and there in a ridiculous way.

“Ah, and Your Excellency. The Chief of Staff has issued an order. He told me to go near Japan right now.”

“……I don’t want to.”

“……Pardon?”

The Sword Saint, who was not even an adult, stared blankly at the sky.

A clear blue sky.

He is going through the time of *pureutpureuthan* [lush/vibrant] youth.

His passion has faded, and even the blue sky only looks like a gloomy gray.

“Sword Saint, Your Excellency. What on earth are you talking about…”

“Shut up.”

“……Yes?”

“A sword that couldn’t protect even one loved one is a Sword Saint, what a *gaeppul* [bullshit].”

I am a sword. The sword of the military state.

A sword that could not overcome the rough waves and broke.

It’s not a sword that has become dull over time and cannot kill others according to its beliefs, but a *muneonghan* [incompetent] sword that cannot protect anything.

“Now… I hate everything.”

Swords and *mamul*.

I hate everything white.

I want to stop now.

It’s hard.

It hurts so much…….”