The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 45

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 45

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully Episode 45

My Disciples (3)

“So… why are these people in this state?”

“Because they are too weak.”

Yoosungwoo carried Yujiwoo in one arm and dragged Baek Woohyun and Hong Seohwa by the scruffs of their necks as he exited the Abyss.

The Abyss closed as soon as he came out. Seo Yeonjung picked up her tablet, checked the Abyss closing, and said,

“That’s the eighth closing. Shall we wrap up the schedule for today?”

“Let’s do that. I need to send these guys home first.”

Yoosungwoo opened the car door and roughly shoved the three into the back seat.

This time, all three faced the boss with their abilities restricted, relying solely on swordsmanship.

They diligently used the Native Sword Style, Red Dragon Flame Dance Sword, and Sea Moon Sword, but without their abilities, they couldn’t even unleash 30% of their full power.

Even so, they managed to defeat the large golem after a fierce battle.

As you can see, they are battered and bruised.

“Weaklings…”

Yoosungwoo clicked his tongue, looking at the three. *When will they ever get stronger?*

He at least wanted them to be as strong as his old disciples.

“…Well, they’ll get stronger eventually.”

His old disciples weren’t strong from the start either.

Some were so weak they couldn’t even lift a sword.

Eventually, they all became quite capable, so these ones will too, someday.

“Let’s go home.”

“Understood.”

* * *

Another day.

Yoosungwoo decided to set aside one day every two weeks to personally oversee the training of the three.

That would make it easier for the busy trio to schedule, and it was also convenient for Yoosungwoo to teach them regularly.

It would also give him time to think about what to teach next.

“…Still no significant progress today.”

“Good work on the closing. That’s already over twenty un-cleared Abyss dungeons closed.”

Seo Yeonjung was pleased, saying they could squeeze a hefty amount of support money from the government, but Yoosungwoo felt uneasy.

Despite clearing twenty Abyss dungeons, he hadn’t seen anything resembling an Ascender [a being who has transcended their mortal limitations].

They were easy to spot when he wasn’t looking for them, but now that he was actively searching, they were nowhere to be found.

Could it be that he couldn’t find them in these low-level Abyss dungeons?

“…Should I look for higher-level Abyss dungeons after all? Are there any Abyss dungeons like Bulyasung?”

“High-level Abyss dungeons are usually managed by the government or guilds, so entry and exit are meticulously recorded.”

“We sneaked into Bulyasung, looted it, and got out without any problems, right?”

“Bulyasung was a wasteland… Other high-level Abyss dungeons have the potential for value creation, so it could escalate into a major issue.”

“…Hmm.”

Yoosungwoo pondered for a moment.

Would it be impossible to clear a high-level Abyss dungeon and slip away unnoticed?

It would be possible.

However, if a monster like Aza or a Jaron-level creature appeared as the Abyss boss, he wouldn’t be able to deal with it quickly, and it would take up too much time.

And if someone approached during the fight, his identity would be exposed.

“…Is contacting another race the only option left?”

“If you want to get what you want, that’s the fastest way, but do you need to take on other risks to find them?”

“I’m the kind of person who believes in eliminating dangers early on. Who knows when those guys will pop out on Earth.”

“Then the Towel Clan’s Moon Gate…”

“I heard it can’t be used for a while. Are there any other precognitive ability users?”

At Yoosungwoo’s question, Seo Yeonjung, who was driving, paused for a moment as if deep in thought.

And soon, something seemed to come to mind, and she opened her mouth.

“How about going to see a Shaman?”

“A quack?”

“No, that’s not it. I’m suggesting we go see a Shaman at the Osaek Mudang Association [Five Colors Shaman Association].”

The Osaek Mudang Association (五色巫堂會).

It is a guild to which most of Korea’s shamans belong. Unlike Hong Seohwa or Baek Woohyun, they do not have innate superpowers, but those who can handle magic and want to become Shamans or magicians join this place.

Yujiwoo said that he joined the Magic Tower that started in Europe, not the Osaek Mudang Association, to learn magic.

So, while the Magic Tower cultivates Western magicians called Sorcerers, the Osaek Mudang Association cultivates Shamans who perform miracles by borrowing the power of God, which is a slightly opposing aspect of divers.

“The Osaek Mudang Association’s fortune-telling is rumored to be very accurate. It’s not for nothing that the Republic of Korea is the land of Shamanism.”

“What can you find out with fortune-telling?”

“I’ve heard that they can foresee the past, present, and even the future. The past is almost accurate, and the future is about setting the direction to move forward. I think that would be helpful.”

“Is it similar to the four pillars of destiny [a traditional Chinese metaphysical concept used in fortune telling]?”

“You could say that.”

“Then it wouldn’t be bad to get it checked out once.”

“I’ll look for a place where confidentiality is well maintained.”

That’s how Yoosungwoo ended up seeing a Shaman.

Unaware of how the Shaman he would meet would react.

* * *

A few days later, Yoosungwoo arrived in Seoul. Just as the Republic of Korea is the land of Shamanism, there was a Shaman’s shrine in Seoul that was used by prominent figures in the political and business world.

“Isn’t it funny that politicians rely on divine power?”

“Isn’t it for nothing that the Republic of Korea is a country with a long history of Shamanism? It’s been even stronger since the Osaek Mudang Association took root. Now, politics is a competition to see which politician has a Shaman who serves a greater god.”

“That’s black comedy…”

“The place we’re going to now is one of the most famous, a Shaman who serves the Heavenly God (天神) [a deity in Chinese and Korean folk religion].”

“You managed to book such a place in just a few days. Isn’t it like the Towel Clan’s Moon Gate, costing money and time?”

“These days, Shamans are said to be secular.”

That means they pushed with money.

It was possible because Yoosungwoo had a considerable budget allocated to him.

“This country has gone crazy.”

What happened to Korea while he was in another world?

He couldn’t understand it.

Politicians relying on divine power, Shamans who have tasted money and become tainted by the world….

There are too many crazy people in the world.

“The name of the Shaman you’re going to see now is ‘Heavenly Cloud Fairy (天雲仙女)’ Kim Yoonjoo. She is a well-known person in the industry and also works as an A-class Diver.”

“So she’s reasonably skilled.”

“I’m curious to see what the future sight of a Korean Shaman is like.”

“Me too!”

Oh, geez.

Yoosungwoo frowned and turned his head at the sudden voice from beside him.

There were Yuwol and Knox, who had come to Seoul to follow Yoosungwoo.

The sight of the two holding hands looked very much like parents.

Their hair color was the complete opposite, though.

“Why did you come?”

“Knox looked bored. So when Sungwoo said he was going to Seoul, I asked him to come with me.”

“…Hey, can a Towel Clan member just walk around like this? Aren’t you not supposed to get caught?”

“Thankfully, CEO Yujiwoo lent us an artifact. This necklace allows us to avoid attention.”

Yuwol said, showing the necklace around her neck.

It was definitely a necklace with a strange power.

In fact, people didn’t pay much attention to Yuwol, who had silver-white hair, even though she was wearing a hat.

Including Knox, who was holding her hand.

Yoosungwoo sighed helplessly and asked Seo Yeonjung.

“Can I take them with me?”

“It doesn’t really matter. You’re the one going to see the Shaman, Yoosungwoo. The others will wait outside with me.”

“Wow, thank you!”

“Thank you!”

So the four headed to Bukhansan [a mountain in Seoul] to see the Shaman.

Bukhansan is said to have the most spiritually potent energy in Seoul.

During the Japanese colonial period, stakes were driven into various parts of Bukhansan to cut off the energy, making it a highly regarded mountain in Seoul.

Cheonunseonnyeo set up a shrine on one of Bukhansan’s peaks.

A magnificent tiled house, built in a way that no one knew how, stood proudly on the peak, sometimes creating a mysterious spectacle when covered in fog.

“There aren’t many people.”

“That’s because it’s strictly by appointment, huh, huh….”

“Do you make reservations via Instagram DM?”

“Wait, don’t talk to me. Huff….”

Perhaps because it was on a peak, the mountain path to the shrine was a bit rough.

Yoosungwoo realized why Seo Yeonjung was wearing hiking clothes only after going halfway up the mountain.

Seo Yeonjung was not a Diver but had the stamina of an ordinary person, so it was difficult for her to keep up with Yoosungwoo and the other two’s pace of climbing.

“It seems like we still have time, so let’s take it easy. Hey, you two in front. Slow down a bit.”

“Yes~”

“Yes!”

In that way, they finished several hours of hiking, being considerate of Seo Yeonjung.

The place they arrived at was a magnificent tiled house covered in fog.

The gate was large, and above the gate, red and white flags, signifying a Shaman’s house, were hung side by side, gently swaying.

“It feels a bit eerie.”

“I don’t feel any particular energy.”

“…How are you guys’ bodies so strong that you climbed up here without resting once and aren’t even out of breath?”

“You just need to exercise hard.”

“Same here.”

‘Crazy gym rats….’

Seo Yeonjung thought to herself and barely caught her breath.

Knox was already fast asleep on Yuwol’s back.

He couldn’t sleep properly last night because he was excited about the outing.

He was a child.

“Oh, there, someone’s coming out.”

At Yuwol’s words, they looked at the open gate, and a person holding a lamp walked out from the thick fog.

A woman wearing an elegant white hanbok [traditional Korean dress] approached and opened her mouth.

“Are you the ones who made a reservation under the name of Seo Yeonjung?”

“Yes, that’s me, Seo Yeonjung. This is the person who will be seeing the Shaman.”

Seo Yeonjung, who had recovered her breath, stepped forward and pointed to Yoosungwoo.

Then the woman bowed her head and greeted him.

“I am Lee Jiyeon, the Sibi [a Shaman’s assistant] of Cheonunseonnyeo Kim Yoonjoo. I will guide you to the shrine.”

There is a Sibi in this era.

Yoosungwoo followed Lee Jiyeon with a sullen expression.

As they entered through the gate, they saw a magnificent tiled house and a small garden on one side.

It was a wonderful sight that made one wonder how they had created it in this high place.

It was worthy of being called the home of a divine being.

‘Although she has the name Fairy (仙女).’

“Except for those who will be seeing the Shaman, please wait in this room. I will bring you tea.”

The place where Lee Jiyeon guided the people was a spacious room with chairs and a table prepared on the outside of the traditional Korean house.

“And the person who will be seeing the Shaman, please follow me. I will guide you to Cheonunseonnyeo.”

The others told him to have a good visit and sat down in the waiting room, and Yoosungwoo followed Lee Jiyeon again.

The place Lee Jiyeon headed to was inside the traditional Korean house.

There were gold ropes hanging all over, and five-colored cloths were decorated everywhere.

The atmosphere was very much like a ‘Shaman’s’ house.

When he took off his shoes and stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor, a cool sensation flowed through his feet.

“Please go in that way.”

Lee Jiyeon, who had stepped up first, spread her hand and pointed in one direction.

A corridor with gold ropes and five-colored cloths hanging all over.

The candles lit in various places created an eerie atmosphere.

Yoosungwoo strode forward and threw open the paper door at the end of the corridor.

Then, a roaring shout echoed from inside, pounding his eardrums.

“You crazy demon, what brings you here!”