The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 73

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 73

Swordmaster Seijak (3)

Shua-nel found it hard to believe what she was seeing.

She hadn’t had high expectations when Yoo Seong-woo said he would learn the Elven Vision.

Why were the Elven Vision, Spirit Magic, and Spirit Sword Technique considered such closely guarded secrets?

It was because they were techniques that ordinary elves couldn’t even dream of mastering.

Even High Elves or Royal Elves took hundreds of years just to acquire the Vision.

However, the power gained after mastering it far surpassed imagination, which was why High Elves and Royal Elves of the past had tried so hard to learn it.

So, she never thought that a human like Yoo Seong-woo could learn it.

It was the Elven Vision, after all.

It seemed only natural that humans couldn’t master it.

But Yoo Seong-woo had asked her to teach him, so she did, curious to see how far he would get before giving up.

However, he hadn’t given up at all, and in the end, he was creating a magnificent flame.

“…Yoo Seong-woo, you.”

Are you really human?

Can that even be considered human?

From the moment he cut down the thing gnawing at the roots of the Great Sephiroth [a massive, life-sustaining tree in Elven lore], she thought he had surpassed humanity.

But this was a different matter entirely.

A human had reproduced the Elven technique. He had succeeded in manipulating spirits with a body that couldn’t even handle them.

Shua-nel blinked her large eyes as she watched the falling pillar of fire.

Her blue eyes were now dyed red, filled with the flame of the spirits.

However, she couldn’t let him burn down the entire forest, so she spread her arms and summoned the water spirits.

She surrounded the entire forest with a moisture barrier to dissipate the heat.

However, Seijak, standing in the center of the clearing, had to withstand Yoo Seong-woo’s pillar of fire directly.

“You are indeed the person who will make my life more enjoyable!”

Shua-nel shouted loudly, and at the same time, the pillar of fire descended.

* * *

Seijak was an elf born in Grand Lotus, and after six hundred years of training, he had reached the realm of Swordmaster.

It was a realm that other elves could not reach.

The ultimate realm that could only be attained through a harmony of talent and effort.

There had been many events, but he had firmly established the name of Grand Lotus as a Swordmaster.

Therefore, he thought this was the same as usual.

As the Elder’s great warrior, he just had to go to the battlefield and crush the enemy.

But he couldn’t.

He continued his offensive with nearly full power to defeat him in one blow, but the enemy did not fall.

The human holding the ridiculous olive-colored sword stubbornly endured his attacks.

Without even using Aura [a manifestation of inner energy used by skilled warriors].

Seijak was shocked by this fact, but the human looked very tired.

He was convinced that he could defeat him if he pushed a little harder.

However, at that moment, something happened that overturned his common sense.

The fire spirit he had been handling disappeared and began to lend its power to the human.

Subsequently, the flame, which was only a small spark, turned into a huge pillar of fire.

A powerful blaze that more than covered the sky painted the world.

A swordsman’s flame that illuminated the world on a dark night.

“No, it can’t be!”

This was not a realm that a human could reach.

Not an elf, but a human.

It’s not something that an inferior and less intelligent race than elves can achieve.

His whole body began to tremble.

From his toes to his head, he was filled with fear and awe.

It was a powerful force beyond recognition.

He felt that he would never be able to overcome that huge pillar of fire.

“Surrender! Surrender!”

He hurriedly declared defeat, but the human on the other side did not seem to accept it and swung down the huge pillar of fire as it was.

Hell on earth arrived.

Seijak took a small breath.

Hoping that the pillar of fire would not burn everything he had, he drew out the power of the water spirit to the maximum.

A sizzling sound filled his ears.

However, what he truly heard was the sound of flames burning.

He realized that his stream of water was only a cup of water poured on a large burning mansion.

“Damn it──!!”

Even Seijak’s screams were devoured by the flames.

* * *

Yoo Seong-woo took a long breath and sat down on the floor.

He felt like he had poured out everything he had.

Two days of hardship were rewarded at once.

The sense of accomplishment that he had reproduced the Spirit Sword Technique, which only High Elves or Elven royalty could master, with human hands, was immense.

He couldn’t stop laughing at the conviction that he was right.

Then, he dusted himself off and approached the Swordmaster who was sprawled on the floor opposite him.

He wanted to hear his impressions of being thoroughly grilled after wielding his sword to kill him.

“He’s not dead.”

He had controlled the firepower at the end, so he hadn’t turned him into ashes.

Yoo Seong-woo sent Samjeong [his sword] back and looked around.

All the elves were surprised by the scene he had created.

They were even more surprised by the fact that the great warrior had fallen.

In particular, Beyorgan started shouting as if he couldn’t believe that Seijak had been defeated.

“Using sorcery in a sacred duel! I can’t accept it! That wicked human! Invalid, invalid! Warriors, kill that guy!”

“You’re going to kill me?”

Yoo Seong-woo, who had expected this development, drew Ilsaeng [another sword] instead of Samjeong this time.

A cluster of red lights gathered and was held in his hand, and now not flames but bright red Aura was rising.

The Aura overflowing not only from the sword but also from his entire body moved as if to devour the surrounding space.

It far surpassed the Aura that Seijak had shown.

He was showing that there was a huge gap even between Swordmasters.

That Aura can be categorized, and even if they are the same Swordmaster, they are not on the same level.

He was expressing with his whole body that dealing with their great warrior until now was just a joke.

The atmosphere trembled.

The spirits began to stir, and the forest rustled.

The elves were horrified by the chilling sensation that felt like their necks would be cut off and collapsed to the floor.

“Yoo Seong-woo, stop, calm down.”

It was Shua-nel who stood in front of Yoo Seong-woo, who was in a state like a beast that seemed like it would run wild at any moment.

She grabbed Yoo Seong-woo’s collar and continued.

“That’s ugly, Beyorgan. You swore on the name of Grand Lotus and insulted my great warrior. The great Father Tree will laugh at you.”

“Are you so proud of winning the duel by using evil sorcery!”

“Sorcery? Where is the sorcery here? Rather, my great warrior was just recognized by the spirits and spewed out a large and beautiful pillar of fire.”

Yoo Seong-woo coughed briefly at Shua-nel’s words.

“It was a sacred battle sworn to the Great Sephiroth and Grand Lotus. Even if sorcery was used, the result will be recognized. Accept it, Beyorgan!”

Beyorgan gritted his teeth at her cry.

A High Elf and a Swordmaster whose skills cannot be estimated.

There was no way he could defeat them even if he gave it his all.

Beyorgan understood that he had no choice but to stop here.

“…I will accept it. Tell me what you want, High Elf Shua-nel.”

“There is only one thing I want. Do not interfere in the affairs of humans. Quietly coexist in the forest. You moron elves.”

The last words didn’t really need to be said.

With Shua-nel’s declaration, the duel that had put forward the great warrior ended like that.

And on the way back.

“Yoo Seong-woo, did you feel it?”

“Yeah. Those guys aren’t ordinary elves. Where did those guys come from?”

“What are you talking about?”

Yoo Ji-woo, who was holding the steering wheel, asked about Shua-nel and Yoo Seong-woo’s conversation.

Yoo Seong-woo pondered for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“Shua-nel’s elves worship the Great Sephiroth, and those guys don’t worship the Grand Lotus.”

“Yeah.”

“The two worship different parent trees, but they should have similar lifestyles, so they should be the same. The customs may be a little different, but it means that they are not much different elves.”

“Yeah.”

“But the elves who newly immigrated this time felt different from Shua-nel’s elves. How should I put it, it felt like they had no roots…”

Shua-nel added to Yoo Seong-woo’s clumsy explanation.

“All elves are connected to their mother or father tree. But the elves I met today didn’t seem to be connected at all, but rather like independent entities.”

“Is that a problem?”

“It’s a big problem. Because it means they abandoned their parent tree. It’s the same as swearing to the Grand Lotus, but saying that they don’t believe in that kind of thing.”

“Shua-nel, there’s no possibility that their Grand Lotus was destroyed.”

“Maybe if that were the case, they would be weaker. They can’t use the power of the spirits very well either.”

“Then it’s right to assume that they voluntarily severed their connection with the parent tree by some means.”

Shua-nel nodded.

The elves severed their ties with the parent tree that protects them.

What that meant was ‘corruption.’

It meant that it was no different from patricide, killing their parents with their own hands.

“If we keep those guys on this land… it will probably be harmful.”

Yoo Seong-woo agreed with Shua-nel’s words. He didn’t feel the anxiety of being threatened with his life from them.

It also meant that their parent tree was not in any danger, like when Shua-nel was.

“…We’ll have to watch a little more.”

He can’t just kill them all with mere suspicion.

Besides, it seemed that they were distributed in various forests in Korea, so it was difficult to track down and kill them one by one.

If he were to kill them, he would have to somehow drive them to one place and catch them.

‘…It feels like my karma is piling up more and more.’

I want to reduce killing…

The world doesn’t let me.

Yoo Seong-woo reminded himself once again that he was definitely going to hell.

It’s not that he’s afraid of hell now, but if he meets the people he killed there, his heart will hurt a little.

* * *

The elves’ commotion subsided.

They no longer interfered with the restoration of the transmission towers, so at least Beyorgan kept his promise with Shua-nel.

And about two weeks passed.

“I’m going to become a pro gamer.”

“Pro gamer? How can a woman be a *gamer*?”

“…”

It was Shua-nel’s cold eyes.

Yoo Seong-woo, who was lying on the sofa and looking at his smartphone, retorted to Shua-nel with a face that said, “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“What pro gamer with no proper identity. Don’t talk nonsense and go play the game as you used to. Who would even let you?”

“I’m saying this because I got a pro offer! I’m ashamed to say that I’m in the top 50 in the rankings this time…”

Shua-nel, who is nine hundred years old, really wiped under her nose with her finger as if she was really ashamed.

Yoo Seong-woo rolled his eyes at Shua-nel’s words that she was in the top 50 in the game rankings.

“Top 50 means you’re good.”

“But I want to fight against guys who are better than me. I thought it was time to go to the pro stage.”

“You have to say something that makes sense.”

It was nonsense that was not worth reconsidering.

When he completely ignored her, Shua-nel jumped onto Yoo Seong-woo on the sofa and said.

“If you don’t let me take the entrance exam, I’ll turn the house into a vine paradise. Then a lot of mosquitoes will flock to it.”

Looking at Shua-nel, who was now threatening him, Yoo Seong-woo thought.

Is she completely crazy?