The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 72

Swordmaster Seijak (2)

Underground, Yoosungwoo contemplated many things while wielding his sword alone.

Where did Schuel’s Spirit Sword Technique come from, and where was it going?

Was he really wielding it correctly, or was it a sword he truly couldn’t handle?

The Spirit Sword Technique was a sword that made him think a lot.

Swordsmanship usually becomes clear after wielding it to some extent, but the Spirit Sword Technique was different.

No matter how much he wielded and repeated it, the spirits didn’t respond to him.

He even thought about kneeling and begging the spirits to come to him.

If it’s a sword technique that doesn’t work, shouldn’t he just give up?

Isn’t it better to just get better at what he already knows?

People might say he’s foolish for wielding the sword like that, but he felt another way to utilize Schuel’s Spirit Sword Technique.

It was a power borrowed from the outside, without consuming his own power.

Swordsmen’s auras refine internal energy and emit it externally.

Naturally, they can’t help but constantly deplete their energy, and it’s difficult to maintain it while fighting.

Those who have reached the realm of Swordmaster can fight while maintaining it for hours, but it’s still consumption.

In that regard, the Spirit Sword Technique that Schuel showed had a great advantage in that it didn’t consume his own energy.

The spirit itself dwells in the sword and replaces the aura.

When the aura is completely exhausted, it will be a great substitute.

That’s why he was so desperate to learn the Spirit Sword Technique.

Yoosungwoo was someone who thought of the worst before the best.

When going to war, he considered the battlefield worsening, and he thought about things going wrong even before starting.

So, even after returning to Earth, which was relatively safer than the other world, he didn’t stop training himself.

Even when he seemed to be just lying down and sleeping, he constantly stimulated his muscles with aura to maintain a state of tension, and he worked hard to establish his swordsmanship in his head.

A Swordmaster shouldn’t stop.

He had to move forward even more, or he would be deprived of what was his.

So, Yoosungwoo poured all his strength and mental power into learning the Spirit Sword Technique for two days.

He wanted to grasp the basics somehow before the fight with that elven great warrior.

Fighting an enemy with high intelligence, not just a monster, would be more helpful in making progress.

However, all Yoosungwoo gained from wielding the sword for two days was perfect posture and fatigue.

The Spirit Sword Technique didn’t respond just because he wielded the sword properly.

‘Damn spirits,’ he thought, ‘if I had known this would happen, I would have built up some affinity [a natural liking or connection].’

Yoosungwoo muttered that to himself several times.

So, Yoosungwoo headed to face the elven great warrior with nothing gained and fatigue hanging over him.

Even if he was tired, he could still handle the elven great warrior.

But here, an unexpected twist occurred.

The elven great warrior was a Swordmaster.

Anyone else would have been shocked, but Yoosungwoo thought it was a good thing.

If the opponent was a master of the sword, and an elven swordsman who could handle spirits, he might get a clue to the Spirit Sword Technique.

And as he expected, the elven Swordmaster Seijak showed off swordsmanship accompanied by spirits.

It was sharp and keen.

The long, thin sword constantly pierced the empty spaces.

Yoosungwoo defended by filling the empty spaces with the area of Samjeong.

Samjeong was not a sword made for cutting in the first place, but a shield-like sword made for defense.

Even if it was Seijak’s aura-clad sword, it wouldn’t break or anything like that.

‘…Spirit.’

Seijak, not content with just wielding aura, began to drive him with spirits.

The sight of the spirits dancing was clearly visible in his eyes.

Originally, spirits don’t show their form to the eye.

Yoosungwoo could only recognize them as a cluster of light.

But strangely, now he could see the spirits hovering around Seijak.

They took the form of small animals, and sometimes the form of tiny humans like Tinkerbell.

They each flew around and led nature according to Seijak’s will.

Yoosungwoo watched the scene.

He moved his sword and body, figuring out how the spirits moved and what miracles they were trying to create.

Of course, he was using the Spirit Sword Technique.

A secret art passed down only to high elves and elven royalty with particularly high spirit affinity.

The main point was the fusion of spirit and sword.

It could be seen as a realm of performing miracles with the sword.

Yoosungwoo engraved it deeply in his mind again and parried Seijak’s sword.

Wounds on his body increased.

The guy was getting faster even while using aura, and it was natural since Yoosungwoo was only defending with limited sword paths.

Blood dripped to the floor, and dust obscured his vision.

Yoosungwoo blocked the numerous sword strikes that emerged from the dust with red eyes.

Wounds increased again.

Flames continued to spark from Samjeong. Time continued like an eternity.

Seijak didn’t stop attacking, and soon awakened all the spirits’ power and tried to turn the sky and earth upside down.

Yoosungwoo experienced the wrath of the spirits firsthand.

Experiencing life, experiencing the spirits. There was no better way to know how a spirit swordsman fights.

He stomped on the ground that grabbed his ankle, burying his legs even deeper, and swung Samjeong.

And he wished, for the spirit to dwell in this sword.

But unlike his wish, the spirit didn’t dwell in the sword.

Samjeong cut through the waves of aura that came with excellent intensity, and even deflected Seijak’s sword.

However, injuries were unavoidable.

The aftermath of the aura lightly slashed Yoosungwoo’s body, scattering blood everywhere.

He felt the strength leaving his body.

Still, it wasn’t enough to drop the sword, so he regulated his breathing and opened his mouth.

“Try again.”

He provoked Seijak.

To experience again the movements of the spirits and the will of the spirits that he had just shown.

Using spirits as swordplay assistance and having them dwell in the sword are clearly different levels of skill.

Yoosungwoo took a long breath.

He narrowed his eyes and watched Seijak gather the spirits’ energy.

Seijak’s will, moving the spirits, must be his will.

At that moment, he realized that he was thinking about the Spirit Sword Technique wrong.

If his will is reflected in the world, isn’t there no need to coax and appease them to gather them?

Yoosungwoo twisted the foundation of the Spirit Sword Technique embedded in his mind.

He shattered the notion of coaxing the spirits to dwell in the sword.

Instead, he sparked another will. He danced a sword dance for the spirits, and said this.

‘Not coming? Wanna die?’

‘Oh, you’re really gonna make me kill you if you don’t come?’

‘You better come willingly.’

He threatened them instead of coaxing them.

He had no spirit affinity.

He wasn’t as sensitive as elves, so the spirits wouldn’t like him.

So, no matter how well he danced the sword dance, no spirit would be drawn to it.

What good is dancing the sword dance perfectly if they instinctively avoid him?

To the spirits, it would only look like a walking undead zombie wielding a sword.

They might be curious for a moment, but they wouldn’t lend him their power because they would feel too uncomfortable to keep watching.

So, Yoosungwoo laid down a thick tone of threat so that he would appear as a dignified Death Knight rather than just a zombie.

Yoosungwoo’s threat, unfolding through the sword, didn’t work on elves or humans, but it was quite threatening to the spirits.

Yoosungwoo could feel it in front of the powerful spirit energy that Seijak was unfolding.

The power of the spirits gathering in front of him.

There were spirits who were reluctantly lending their power because they didn’t want to die.

He wondered how these faint-hearted spirits could live in the world.

So, the spirits that gathered in front of him were fire spirits.

A red cluster of light hovered in front of him. It seemed to convey a vague will to quickly order them to do something and send them away.

Then first of all…….

‘Let’s put out the fire.’

When Yoosungwoo unfolded that will through Samjeong, the fires in the brazier went out all at once.

The vision went dark.

Now, all he could see were small clusters of light that he wondered if they could illuminate the surroundings.

Yoosungwoo took the strength out of his body.

The muscles that had been tense relaxed, and unnecessary strength was released.

It was a work to give the spirits a space to dwell.

He just instinctively realized that he had to do that to make the spirits dwell.

When he took the strength out of his body, the spirits’ clusters of light seeped into his body.

And then, he felt the power of the spirits blooming from his tired body.

Fatigue was relieved a little, and the heat of the fire spirits flowed from his chest, through his arms, and into the sword.

Flames rose from Samjeong.

Not the green flames unique to Samjeong, but the bright red flames created by the fire spirits flickered and grew in size.

Just like his aura.

Yoosungwoo barely managed to hold back from bursting into laughter at that moment.

Still, he couldn’t help but let out a snicker from the corner of his mouth.

Was this it, was it this simple?

Was it a sword that could only be completed by breaking the major premise that he was human and the sword technique was created by elves?

It was a simple matter.

The Spirit Sword Technique is an act of talking to the spirit with a sword.

But is it really necessary to speak in the same tone as an elf?

Clearly, there was no need to do that.

He could treat the spirits according to his own tone and what he wanted.

Schuel would have played with the spirits gently and affectionately.

Yoosungwoo was making the spirits his subordinates.

Like putting his arm around their shoulders and asking, ‘Do you have any money?’ [Implies a transactional, less respectful relationship].

Let’s pretend to be close, just for a moment.

That was it.

“Thanks, I got the hang of it thanks to you.”

Yoosungwoo said briefly to Seijak.

He got a hint from Seijak’s handling of the spirits.

If he hadn’t fought him, he didn’t know how long it would have taken him to realize this.

So, in return, Yoosungwoo drew up his power.

He drew up the spirit’s energy to the maximum for the reward of rampaging so far.

A pillar of fire soared from Samjeong.

A large, hot pillar of fire… turned into a huge sword.

It was a pillar of fire too huge for a human to handle.

The sword, as if it came out of mythology, became larger than the trees that soared high into the sky and reached the sky.

The sword held in Yoosungwoo’s hand illuminated the entire forest.

“W, what the hell is this.”

But Yoosungwoo, who had brought out this spectacle, hadn’t thought of this either.

He thought that the spirits would only increase in size a little, but what was this?

Laevatein from Norse mythology had arrived.

Seijak, who was looking up at the huge pillar of fire, didn’t hear his embarrassed voice and said.

“S, stop! Stop! I lost!”

He immediately declared surrender.

Because the energy seen in his sword was enormous.

He wondered where this energy had sprung from.

However, Yoosungwoo.

“Yeah, I can’t hear you.”

He just swung the sword down as it was.

Hell on earth had descended.