The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 283

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 282

Susanoo-no-Mikoto

Yoosungwoo watched the battle between Susanoo and Yamata no Orochi in his inner world countless times.

Yamata no Orochi sat beside him, and before they knew it, other beings had joined them to watch the battle.

Gradually, Yoosungwoo’s swords filled the surroundings.

Seven swords that had flown in and were lying or stuck nearby.

The lifelong red sword, the pair of otherworldliness.

The greatsword Samjeong and the demon sword Black Serpent.

Oewol, forged from dragon’s teeth, and the magic sword-like holy sword, Six Mang.

And with one more added, there were eight swords.

The Yamata no Orochi sitting beside him transformed into a sword.

The sword named Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi became Yoosungwoo’s eighth sword.

Including his seventh sword, which did not appear in this place.

“…….”

Yoosungwoo stared at the repeatedly playing mythical battle, then picked up the scattered swords one by one and pulled them towards him.

Surrounded by swords, Yoosungwoo smiled contentedly and said.

“I could come this far thanks to you guys. Thanks to you, I was able to overcome adversity several times.”

Except for a few.

Like Black Serpent.

Like Six Mang.

Like Black Serpent.

Like Six Mang.

Anyway.

He reached out and created a piece of nameless cloth. This was his inner world; he could create anything.

In addition, he created supplies for managing the swords, such as oil and brushes.

“It’s been a while…….”

Then, starting with Lifelong, he began to carefully polish the swords.

Yoosungwoo’s swords, from the moment they took root in his soul, became swords that didn’t need maintenance.

Even if they got dirty, they would become clean again when returned and summoned.

But before that, Yoosungwoo cherished his swords.

At first, he didn’t know their importance and broke or lost them often…….

A well-maintained sword, a good sword, would save his life at least once.

If their skills were equal, the one with the better sword would win.

As he carefully polished the swords, many past memories came to mind.

How he acquired these swords, and who he defeated with them.

“…So much has happened.”

Following Lifelong, Otherworldliness, and Samjeong.

Black Serpent was quiet for once. As he gently wiped the jet-black blade with a nameless cloth, it only trembled as if feeling good.

-Death!

“This bastard.”

Of course.

He tapped Black Serpent’s blade with his finger and then placed it aside. Next, he polished Oewol and Six Mang.

And finally, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, which had newly joined.

“Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, the name is too long to call it that, so I’ll have to give it a separate name.”

The sword in the seventh seat is separate. So, he can’t give it the name of Seven…….

After pondering for a moment, he opened his mouth.

“Eight-Headed Dragon, it’s a sword forged by Yamata no Orochi, so the position of Eight fits perfectly. I will call you Palseong (八星 – Eight Stars) from now on. Palryong (八龍 – Eight Dragons) is too obvious anyway.”

After finishing the maintenance, Yoosungwoo flicked Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, Palseong’s blade with his finger, and Palseong trembled.

After finishing the swords, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Outwardly calm, but in his mind, he was pitting Susanoo in the illusion against his current self.

Combat simulation.

He reproduced Susanoo’s movements, which he had repeatedly watched, in his mind.

And opposing him was himself.

Switching between several swords, he sought the most effective means.

He swung his sword tens of thousands of times, seeking the sword path where Susanoo was weak, and slowly completed a sword technique for (對 – against) Susanoo.

And this act was also connected to tempering his divinity.

Yoosungwoo’s divinity was essentially ‘sword,’ so constantly swinging and proving himself led to the purity of his divinity.

His endlessly battling Susanoo in his mind and establishing the concept of swordsmanship further elevated his status.

The more he fought Susanoo in his mind and newly tempered his sword, the sharper his divinity became.

Like a sword that can cut anything.

Yoosungwoo spent a long time in that flow.

The flow of time is different between the earth and Takamagahara [the High Celestial Plain, the realm of the gods in Shinto mythology], and the flow of reality and the inner world is also different.

Slowly, even more slowly.

He accelerated his inner world even further, increasing the time gap with reality and increasing the time for training.

It wasn’t a difficult task for him now.

He had often done it even before acquiring divinity…….

Thus, much time passed.

***

“The barrier is so well done that I’m bored…….”

Shuten-doji [a powerful oni or demon in Japanese folklore] voluntarily guarded the front of the cave, but no one came.

The barrier set up by Yamata no Orochi was so sturdy that even the gods of the 4th floor couldn’t find it.

“…It’s terrifying.”

Shuten-doji glanced at the cave behind him and felt goosebumps.

He wondered what they were doing inside, as the energy flowing out was explosively increasing.

If it weren’t for Yamata no Orochi’s barrier, they would have been exposed in an instant.

“I’m no match for him now.”

He chuckled and tilted his sake cup. The time to settle things was not far off.

Once Yoosungwoo finished managing his divinity, he would guide him to the 5th floor of Takamagahara.

That was the only thing left he could do.

Several days passed with him just drinking sake.

Several gods occasionally passed overhead, but thanks to the barrier, they didn’t seem to notice.

Shuten-doji, who was anxious each time, only hoped that Yoosungwoo would finish managing his divinity soon.

And as time passed again, when he felt morning had arrived.

Kuuuung─

Yamata no Orochi’s barrier began to shake with a roar.

Shuten-doji, who had been dozing off, hurriedly got up and looked at the boundary of the barrier.

There, beings that appeared to be the shikigami [familiar spirits or summoned creatures] of the gods were colliding to break the barrier.

“How did they know?”

He quickly realized the answer.

The divinity of Yoosungwoo flowing out of the cave had become too powerful.

So terrifyingly powerful that even Yamata no Orochi’s barrier couldn’t stop it.

He didn’t seem to have finished his awakening as a proper god yet, but even the pre-stage sent shivers down his spine.

If he were to complete his world and establish himself as a true god… what kind of monster would be born?

“This is not the time for this.”

He had to protect Yoosungwoo.

If it was shikigami and not the gods themselves, he could stop them.

Thinking so, he raised his yokai power [supernatural power possessed by yokai]. The moment he did, Yamata no Orochi’s barrier shattered.

“It’s over there!”

“Catch him!”

The human-shaped shikigami flew in like arrows.

Shuten-doji threw his sake cup at them and immediately fired his yokai power.

The enlarged sake cup covered the shikigami, and the yokai power that followed exploded, covering the area.

However, the shikigami shattered the sake cup and emerged from the explosion unscathed, rushing towards Shuten-doji.

“Damn, they’re tough guys!”

As expected, they were the shikigami of the gods residing on the 4th floor of Takamagahara.

Shuten-doji responded by extending his fist filled with yokai power.

His fist shot out at a rapid speed, knocking down the two shikigami running in the front.

However, the shikigami that followed quickly filled their places.

And as he continued to punch for a while, the fallen shikigami stood up.

He couldn’t even guess how much divinity they had consumed.

‘If this goes on, there will be no end.’

Even if he knocked them down, they would get up again.

If he dragged it out for too long, the gods would come themselves.

He shouldn’t expect Amaterasu’s help twice…….

As he thought so and gathered his yokai power again, a strong wind blew from the cave.

A sharp wind that could be called a cold wind.

And the next moment, the bodies of the shikigami holding weapons in front of Shuten-doji were torn into dozens of pieces and turned into paper before disappearing.

It didn’t take long to understand what had happened.

A person was walking out of the cave.

Slowly, with a bluish sword in one hand.

“…Did you wait long?”

From a distance, in one blow.

Yoosungwoo, who had instantly dealt with the shikigami that even Shuten-doji was struggling with, took a long breath and said.

“The preparation is complete.”

It was time to end it.

***

Japan, Kyoto, Fushimi Inari Shrine.

Inari [the Shinto deity of foxes, fertility, rice, tea and sake], who had not yet returned to Takamagahara, was basking in the sun in her fox form.

How comfortable it was to abandon her duties as a god and roll around, resting.

‘I wonder if he’s dead yet?’

No matter how skilled Yoosungwoo was, it would be impossible for him to break through Takamagahara and reach Susanoo.

He was probably still wandering in hell.

As she thought so and smacked her lips, Koyuki came with a letter.

“Inari-sama, a letter has arrived for you?”

“Sniff, sniff, it seems to be a letter from Benzaiten (弁才天 – Benten) [one of the Seven Lucky Gods in Japanese mythology, often associated with music, eloquence, and wealth]. Bring it here.”

As Koyuki politely handed over the letter, Inari grabbed it with her front paws and tore it open with her teeth.

Then, she unfolded the letter and frowned deeply.

“Inari-sama……?”

“What, what on earth is going on……?!”

The letter sent by Benzaiten, also called Benten, contained shocking information along with the names of several gods.

A living human who seemed to have risen from hell was stirring up Takamagahara.

Dozens of gods had died on the 3rd floor, and Yamata no Orochi had disappeared from the 4th floor.

There was even speculation that Amaterasu Omikami [the sun goddess and a major deity in Shinto] was involved in this.

Inari grabbed her head with both front paws and agonized.

‘What, what have I done?!’

The reason why this was happening in Takamagahara, where there had been no abnormalities until now, could only be one.

A crazy bastard with a sword who wasn’t afraid to attack even if the opponent was a god.

It was the same as releasing such a crazy bastard into Takamagahara.

Even though her avatar was taken hostage…….

Inari, who had jumped up from her seat, said.

“I have to go back to Takamagahara. It seems like something unusual is happening.”

“Come back safely.”

And as Inari opened the door to return to Takamagahara, Koyuki’s cell phone suddenly started ringing.

Inari, who felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, stopped walking at the same time as she answered the phone.

The voice flowing from the cell phone.

And.

“The, the shrine is under attack?!”

Puh-wuhng─!!

Puh-wuhng──

Puh-uh-uh-uhng──

As if to prove it, explosions were heard from all over the place.

Koyuki turned her head towards the direction of the explosions.

She could see Kyoto burning in various places.

The news from the phone continued. In addition to Kyoto, shrines all over Kansai were burning.

She dropped her cell phone with a thud.

The reality she was witnessing now was what she had been trying so hard to prevent.

What she had thought she would somehow prevent and protect Japan…….

It was a terrible sight.

Something that should never have happened.

And what everyone had asserted was impossible for a single diver to do…….

The prophecy of Kudan [a Japanese prophetic yokai depicted as a human-faced calf] had become a reality.