Bachelor Swordsmanship Remastered [EN]: Chapter 138

138. Master Swordsmanship

“Hoo.”

Yunhyun let out a long sigh.

‘I’m relieved that Godokgaek has at least regained his senses.’

Godokgaek, or Dokgorang, had sustained significant injuries.

However, Dokgorang regained consciousness and woke up after three days.

Even the physician was amazed by his strong vitality.

The physician said that his depleted energy was also recovering quickly, and he would be able to move around by tomorrow.

‘He probably doesn’t know that I sent the letter.’

When Dokgorang recovers, the Murim Alliance investigation team, Mae Hwa Geom Younghojun [Plum Blossom Sword Younghojun], or Tang Mun Seolhwa, Tang Seolryeon [Tang Clan Snow Flower, Tang Seolryeon], will naturally begin their investigation.

Since Godokgaek, Dokgorang, doesn’t know anything about Yunhyun anyway, there’s nothing to be gained from investigating.

The problem is that the very mention of his letter makes Yunhyun uncomfortable.

It’s embarrassing to pretend not to know what he did, and it’s also difficult to endure Mo Yongmi’s meaningful gaze at him.

Especially Mo Yongmi’s gaze, even though she always smiles, made him wonder if she already knew.

‘Would it be better to tell her now?’

The reason he hid it in the first place was because he was afraid of being framed.

As the person who sent that mysterious letter that was circulating among the bandits.

But rather than suffering like this because of it, he thought it would be better to come clean and say that he wasn’t the one who sent the strange letter.

Yunhyun, who didn’t know what had happened in the Jang Gang [Long River region], was seriously contemplating this when…

“Haa!”

Shwaaa.

Yunhyun suddenly snapped out of his thoughts at the sound that echoed through the training hall.

The shouts of the young disciples of the Mo Yong Family echoed all around.

“Tahah!”

The energetic appearance of the young men stretching out their swords powerfully caught Yunhyun’s eye.

It was just simple autonomous training, but it was an enviable sight for Yunhyun, who hadn’t been able to train even once in the past few days.

‘I’m jealous.’

Yunhyun stared intently at the young disciples of the Mo Yong Family.

‘Ah, they shouldn’t do that over there.’

His envy was short-lived, and Yunhyun quickly noticed the shortcomings in the young disciples’ posture.

With a regretful heart, Yunhyun let out a sigh of disappointment.

He had even forgotten that he had a disagreement with them in the past.

“Yun Oppa [Older brother/term of endearment for a close male friend].”

At the sound of a clear girl’s voice, Yunhyun smiled and turned his head.

There is only one person in the world who calls Yunhyun “Oppa.”

“Ah, Sangah.”

As expected.

Doddododo.

Mo Yong Sangah ran to Yunhyun with light steps, as if bouncing.

Yunhyun smiled unconsciously at her cute appearance.

“You’re here again? Does Oppa like it here?”

Mo Yong Sangah tilted her head and asked.

Yunhyun smiled gently.

Then, he suddenly thought of something and asked.

“Didn’t your sister or brother come with you?”

“My sister isn’t here right now.”

Mo Yong Sangah jumped and sat down next to the stone steps where Yunhyun was sitting.

“Some merchant group came to visit her. And if you want to win my sister’s heart, you have to be more proactive instead of hesitating like that.”

Mo Yong Sangah said, looking up at Yunhyun with round, sparkling eyes.

“My sister likes people who are confident and full of spirit.”

Yunhyun gave a bitter smile.

“I like people who are confident and full of spirit too.”

That was just a response.

“Oh, Oppa… are you into that?”

“What?”

Yunhyun’s face suddenly contorted at Sangah’s wondering words.

“Sangah, you…”

“No, well, I think it’s okay.”

Mo Yong Sangah said to Yunhyun with a pitiful expression.

“It must be hard for you, Oppa.”

“No!”

Yunhyun raised his voice without realizing it.

Mo Yong Sangah frowned and covered her ears.

“It hurts my ears.”

Only then did Yunhyun realize that he had intimidated the child.

“S, sorry.”

Yunhyun immediately apologized.

And he reflected on his immature response.

“Ahem. Sangah. Such words…”

He tried to give a stern warning with a feigned cough, but it didn’t work on Mo Yong Sangah.

“By the way, when are you going to show me your sword?”

“Sword?”

When Yunhyun asked, Mo Yong Sangah nodded.

“Yeah. You said you’d show it to me back then, but you just left.”

“Ah.”

Come to think of it, he had said that to Mo Yong Sangah before.

But it was canceled because he had a disagreement with the young disciples.

“Can’t you show it to me now?”

“…But.”

The reason he hesitated for a moment was because Yunhyun wanted to train too much.

However, Yunhyun is not the only one in this training hall.

“Haa!”

Kung.

The young disciples of the Mo Yong Family shouted and swung their swords.

“Why? Are you worried about those people?”

Mo Yong Sangah accurately read Yunhyun’s feelings.

“It’s okay. Jin Oppa [Older brother/term of endearment for a close male friend] has definitely educated them, so no one will be able to say anything now.”

In the past, they were new disciples that even Mo Yong Sangah couldn’t recognize, but now it’s different.

Moreover, they had been thoroughly educated by the chief disciple, Mo Yongjin.

So the young disciples, even though they had recognized Yunhyun’s presence and gaze early on, were silently focusing on their training.

Yunhyun glanced at the young disciples.

As Mo Yong Sangah said, they were not paying any attention to Yunhyun at all.

‘Anyway, the training hall is wide.’

The Mo Yong Family’s training hall was wide and well-maintained.

If he avoided the place where the young disciples were, there was enough space for Yunhyun to train alone.

‘…Should I do it?’

The reason Yunhyun had been training in a place where there was no one else was just a habit.

He also thought it was embarrassing to show others, but that was only for a very short time at the beginning. He had also trained in front of Ilchunghyun Gyodu [First-Class Guard] and other Gyodus [Guards], and he had also shown it to Park Hwan-gwan.

In the Murim Alliance, he looked for a quiet place to avoid causing trouble to others and to avoid unnecessary gossip.

‘Anyway, everyone is training, so I don’t think I’ll stand out.’

Yunhyun thought that he wouldn’t stand out even if he trained in this situation.

It was a judgment that was completely different from the common sense of Gangho Murim [Martial Arts World], but Yunhyun didn’t know that.

More than anything, Yunhyun himself wanted to train so badly.

“…Okay.”

“Waa!”

Mo Yong Sangah raised both hands and cheered.

Yunhyun smiled unconsciously at the sight.

Rustle.

Yunhyun got up from his seat.

“Shall we go?”

“Yeah!”

Mo Yong Sangah quickly got up and nodded.

Yunhyun walked with Mo Yong Sangah to the weapon rack in the corner of the training hall.

As befits a family with tradition, the weapons placed on the rack were well-maintained.

There were sharp spears, shining swords, and imposing great swords, but what caught Yunhyun’s eye was the wooden sword in the far corner.

‘That’s good.’

Yunhyun grabbed the wooden sword without thinking twice.

Swish.

The wooden sword was well-maintained at a glance.

Yunhyun smiled as he felt the familiar touch of the wooden sword.

Swish, swish.

Yunhyun swung the wooden sword lightly.

The feeling was good too.

Yunhyun took his place, gauging the surrounding distance appropriately.

He suddenly met Mo Yong Sangah’s eyes.

Mo Yong Sangah clenched her small fist and sent a look of support, as if telling him to do well.

‘Hehe.’

Yunhyun laughed inwardly.

The sparkling eyes of the little Mo Yong Sangah somehow made Yunhyun feel comfortable.

Holding the wooden sword, Yunhyun closed his eyes and slowly calmed his breath.

“Hoo Woo Woo.”

As soon as he exhaled, his mind became calm as if by a lie.

And as soon as he inhaled, everything around him disappeared.

Worries, concerns, and anxieties disappeared.

Only one sword was proudly present alone in Yunhyun’s heart.

Flash.

Yunhyun opened his eyes.

He didn’t even know when it started.

But Yunhyun’s sword was already unfolding the first form of the Baekho Training Sword [White Tiger Training Sword].

A sword style without beginning or end was flowing out of Yunhyun’s wooden sword like a huge wave.

“Haa!”

Tak.

Go Jin-cheol, a young disciple of the Mo Yong Family, let out a shout as he unfolded the last stance.

But the shouts of his colleagues that should have burst out together were not heard.

‘Huh?’

Go Jin-cheol turned his head.

Almost at the same time, the hand of a colleague next to him touched Go Jin-cheol’s shoulder.

“Hey, hey. Look at that.”

Go Jin-cheol frowned.

What was he supposed to look at during training?

But Go Jin-cheol, who turned his head without thinking, froze at that moment.

Woo Woong.

The sword was crying.

A wooden sword made of wood, without even a blade, was shedding its sword name from the hands of a man dressed as a scholar.

No, it wasn’t just the sword name.

Hoo Woong.

A strange energy was lingering on the wooden sword.

That eerie momentum left a trail in the air like a haze each time the wooden sword cut through the air.

As if the space itself could not handle the momentum.

It was an amazing sight that Go Jin-cheol had never seen before in his life.

Wheeing.

The rough wooden sword passed through the air gracefully like flowing water.

The sword path was so smooth and natural.

He couldn’t know the beginning or the end.

The young disciples were all standing there blankly, their eyes taken away by the amazing sight.

They didn’t even know what they were seeing.

But one thing was clear.

‘A, a master…!’

The young man dressed as a scholar was a master.

A master that the young disciples could not even imagine.

It was by no means an excessive reaction for the chief disciple Mo Yongjin to give a stern warning to the new disciples.

Gulp.

Go Jin-cheol swallowed his saliva without realizing it.

The sword he was holding was already hanging down.

No one cared anymore that they were in training.

It seemed that the other disciples were feeling the same way, and they were all sighing in relief.

Go Jin-cheol glanced at Yunhyun.

‘…Master.’

The realm of sword energy manifestation is the dream of all martial artists.

The person who achieved that realm is right there.

Jeok, jeok.

Yunhyun was walking slowly to the weapon rack with the wooden sword in his hand.

That back view, that figure that looked like a shabby scholar just a moment ago, could not have looked so dignified to Go Jin-cheol.