The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 33

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 33

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace Episode 33

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“…How strange.”

Having quietly slipped away after the sudden Abyss incident, Yoo Seong-woo briefly explained the situation to Yoo Ji-woo.

After an agreement, the credit was given to the Towel Tribe, and Yoo Seong-woo decided not to reveal his name.

It was enough for the few who still held power to know his strength and name.

Anyway, since everything passed without incident, Yoo Seong-woo, as usual, sent Knox to school and spent his time at home meditating and biding his time.

Then, during meditation, he felt a sense of incongruity.

“The recovery of my soul has accelerated.”

More of his soul had been restored than when he had checked before.

The cracked sword soul had even lost its cracks, as if it had been newly tempered, which was a great improvement.

“…Why?”

This was a first.

The recovery of his soul was usually so slow that it could take years to fully restore.

He recalled what had happened recently.

Eating food orally wouldn’t restore the soul, so excluding that, all that remained was fighting in the Abyss.

“…Did the monsters of the Abyss help the recovery of my soul?”

By killing them, he took their souls as his own.

Especially since the recovery rate seemed to have increased a lot after fighting Azazel, it was worth considering.

‘Could something like this be possible?’

No, it couldn’t be.

As far as Yoo Seong-woo knew, his sword didn’t have such a function.

He had used it for years, and if it had such a function, he should have reached divinity after catching the Demon God.

If that were the case, he wouldn’t have needed to borrow the goddess’s power to return to Earth by sacrificing his divinity.

Something more is there.

Besides the story about the Abyss that Yoo-wol had told, there was something else.

“Ah, damn it… Veronica was good at using her head.”

I miss you, Veronica.

He missed her brain that not only didn’t get ripped off but even scammed others, for the first time in a while.

Unfortunately, she had been killed by a demon before fighting the Demon God, but he missed her even more today.

Yoo Seong-woo flopped down on the sofa, then got up again at the sudden ringing of the doorbell.

He tried to ignore it, feeling like he shouldn’t open the door for some reason.

But the doorbell rang persistently again, as if it knew he was home.

He got up at the persistent ringing of the doorbell, and when he opened the front door, there was a familiar face.

Silver-white hair.

Fluffy ears that drooped down, which humans didn’t have.

Yoo-wol was standing in front of the front door with a fruit basket in her hand, so he closed the front door again.

“What is it, a cult?”

Then he went back to the sofa and lay down, but the doorbell started ringing persistently again.

He thought she would just leave if it was too much, but she didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving until she achieved her purpose.

Eventually, Yoo Seong-woo opened the front door again and let Yoo-wol into the house.

“Sit down. How did you find my house?”

He accepted the fruit basket she handed him, took an apple from inside, bit into it, and asked.

Yoo-wol looked around the house and carefully sat on the sofa, answering.

“I did a little investigating into who you are. Yoo Seong-woo. After finishing talking with the CEO of Meteor Industries, I received the house address on the condition that I go alone.”

Certainly, he didn’t feel the presence of her escorts around.

Yoo Seong-woo was contemplating whether to call Yoo Ji-woo right away and give her an earful, but soon clicked his tongue and sat down on the opposite side of Yoo-wol.

As the high priestess of the Towel Tribe, she would have her own information networks.

But the fact that she came through Meteor Industries meant that she came to negotiate properly.

“How scary, how scary…”

Still, she’s like a stalker.

He crunched on the apple, staring at Yoo-wol with half-open eyes, and she twisted her hair shyly and said.

“The reason I came to see you again is to express my gratitude. If it weren’t for you, Yoo Seong-woo, my life would have already returned to the moon.”

“I don’t think that’s all you came to say. No matter how I look at it.”

“You’re sharp. This time, I’ve come thoroughly prepared because I want to recruit you, Yoo Seong-woo.”

“…You didn’t even have the basics of negotiation before, but it seems like you know how to negotiate now.”

He crunched on the apple core, looking at her as if to tell her to take out what she had prepared.

Then Yoo-wol took out several files from the bag she was wearing around her waist.

“This is the Abyss information that we want to commission from you, Yoo Seong-woo. Whether you accept the commission or not is up to you to decide…”

“Hmm.”

“And this is the compensation plan we can offer.”

Yoo Seong-woo also accepted the other file. They were documents written in Korean in detail so that he, a Korean, could understand.

“I’ve made up my mind. The divine power you showed in the Abyss is something that no one on Earth can imitate.”

“Is that so.”

Yoo Seong-woo looked at the compensation plan before the information about the Abyss.

Then he frowned, looking at Yoo-wol and the documents alternately with a face that said, ‘Are you serious?’

“…Really? This.”

“Yes. This is the maximum compensation that our Towel Tribe can offer.”

Yoo Seong-woo looked at the documents again.

White was paper, and black was the compensation plan. There were dozens of items, but the most noticeable was:

All the wealth of the Towel Tribe.

And the high priestess herself.

He looked at her with his eyebrows twitching at the content that only made him think she was crazy, and she coughed awkwardly as if she was embarrassed.

“If you accept the commission, Yoo Seong-woo, and the matter is resolved safely, we will hand over everything that the Towel Tribe has built in this land. We will start anew elsewhere.”

In other words…

Including the autonomy of Northern Ireland, all the assets.

The Towel Tribe had earned enormous wealth with their ability called ‘Moon Gate’ [a portal-like ability unique to the Towel Tribe].

The Towel Tribe, with their innate physical abilities and high intelligence, made full use of their abilities on Earth and accumulated tremendous wealth in a short period of time.

After transferring all of that to Yoo Seong-woo, Yoo-wol, the high priestess of the Towel Tribe, decided to dedicate herself.

It was a crazy story, but it was Yoo-wol’s own conclusion to catch Yoo Seong-woo.

“If you are with me, you don’t have to worry about the future. As a high priestess, the Moon Gate will also be used for you, and the Towel Tribe will move at my command, so isn’t it a rational choice?”

“…You’re out of your mind.”

“That’s how much we are putting all our efforts into reclaiming the land. We have hired and deployed divers [individuals who explore and navigate the Abyss] several times so far, but we have failed every time.”

So, he is the last hope.

Yoo Seong-woo’s performance was nowhere to be seen, so Yoo-wol decided to bet everything on him.

First, Yoo Seong-woo put aside the compensation plan and looked at the information about the Abyss.

‘…A monster calling himself a Sword Demon.’

A monster that suddenly appeared one day, with both hands made of swords.

The guy, who started occupying the territory of the Towel Tribe with tremendous skill and momentum, built his power and drove the Towel Tribe to the brink of extinction.

At that moment, an Abyss to Earth was created in the Towel Tribe’s camp, and only a minimum of troops, including Yoo-wol, crossed over to Earth to find a way to drive out the Sword Demon.

After learning about the Sword Demon’s information and the Towel Tribe’s general background story, Yoo Seong-woo thought that these guys were also very pitiful.

Didn’t they suddenly get invaded while living well?

He looked at the two files alternately, closed his eyes, and then tore the compensation plan in half.

As Yoo-wol watched with anxious eyes, Yoo Seong-woo put the torn paper on the table and said.

“I don’t need any of this. I have enough material things. There’s only one thing I want. Lend me your Moon Gate.”

“Are you talking about the Towel Tribe’s Moon Gate?”

“Yes. I heard that the Moon Gate is close to divine revelation, but is it possible for me to talk directly [to the deity associated with the Moon Gate]?”

“…It’s possible, but it will require a huge tribute. It’s not me talking directly, and it’s a stranger who is not a member of the Towel Tribe. I can’t even estimate how much tribute will be needed.”

“I guess it’ll be enough if it’s the spoils from defeating that Sword Demon. If it’s not enough, we can fill it with other things.”

There are plenty of Abysses that have not yet been conquered.

He would never run out of tribute.

‘…If the Moon Gate is really the power to hear the voice of God, it will be a great help.’

Not all gods are omniscient and omnipotent.

Each god has a divine status befitting them and possesses abilities accordingly.

If the god that the Towel Tribe follows, the moon, ‘Luna’, is real, she would have a divine status befitting foresight or wisdom, so it was best to ask questions.

“If you understand, set a date. Let’s go measure the odds a bit.”

“…! I understand! Thank you!”

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“Oppa, I heard you accepted the Towel Tribe’s request?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you should go to Northern Ireland, why are you here?”

“I was a little worried about going alone. I think I need to train you a little more.”

Yoo Seong-woo and Yoo Ji-woo were in the underground training room of Meteor Industries.

After sending all the other divers out, only the two of them were standing face to face inside.

The difference was that Yoo Ji-woo was fully armed, and Yoo Seong-woo was wearing his usual shirt and pants, and holding a wooden sword in one hand.

“You seem to have learned how to use the sword and magic together as I told you last time, instead of separately, but there are still many awkward parts.”

“Isn’t it good to do this much without a teacher?”

“That’s not wrong.”

In Yoo Seong-woo’s view, Yoo Ji-woo’s talent was extraordinary.

He wasn’t a magic swordsman, so there wasn’t much he could advise Yoo Ji-woo on.

At most, he could only look at her posture or sword path.

He wanted to teach her the swordsmanship he had learned, but it was too much of a burden on the body, so if Yoo Ji-woo learned it, her muscles all over her body would definitely tear.

“But there are plenty of kids who do that much.”

“…Where the heck?”

“Here and there. And I’ll teach you a swordsmanship that I only learned by glancing at it.”

“What the heck is a swordsmanship you only learned by glancing at? Is it even helpful?”

“There is a swordsmanship that is suitable for each person’s constitution. It’s a swordsmanship that doesn’t suit my constitution, so I didn’t learn it. But I remember it roughly.”

Saying that, Yoo Seong-woo held the wooden sword and pulled it towards him, holding it straight at his chest.

Then, he closed his eyes and slowly recalled the movements.

This was the swordsmanship that a former colleague had learned.

A pitiful colleague who couldn’t trust his sword, betrayed humans, and sided with the demons.

“The name of the swordsmanship is ‘Sea Moon Sword’. It’s a swordsmanship inspired by the moon floating on the sea, where the moment of stillness shines. Watch carefully, try to follow along. And think about where to put the magic.”

As Yoo Seong-woo said that, he slowly stretched out his sword forward.

Then, in front of Yoo Ji-woo’s eyes.

A vast sea with a crescent moon began to unfold.