Episode 43 Faster than my black eyes.
Her appearance startled Hyeoncheondoma. He hadn’t told him that Geomjon was coming here today.
“Welcome, senior. Please sit here.”
Ilhwageomjon also stood there with a stiff expression, as if he had not known that Hyeolcheondoma would be there. He spoke calmly to her, who seemed as if she would turn around at any moment.
“Today is Elder Doma’s birthday. I learned that no matter how much you hate someone, you should at least celebrate their birthday.”
Since he was saying that much, he couldn’t just turn back, so Ilhwageomjon sat down.
The mood turned gloomy when she joined.
“Why did you ask me to come?”
Later, when he asked me to drink at a bar, I heard that he meant that he wanted to drink alone with me.
“I called you to celebrate today, a good day.”
“Call me next time when you’re alone.”
As she was about to get up from her seat, Hyeolcheondoma blurted out a word.
“What are you so dissatisfied with?”
It was a moment when all the grievances that had been suppressed for a very long time burst out.
Ilhwageomjon also got angry and shouted.
“What? What are you complaining about? Are you asking now because you don’t know?”
The black of emotion was drawn faster than her sword.
“Yeah, I don’t know, so I’m asking. What on earth are you so angry about?”
“You! It’s you!”
“What about me? What did I do wrong! Back then… … .”
“Shut up! Shut up!”
She was nervous that what had happened between them would come out. Her anger and nervousness were clearly conveyed.
“You are a selfish idiot.”
“what?”
The blood clot also suddenly rose to its feet.
“You want to swing that ignorant sword that looks like you? Yeah, give it a try. Get drunk again and start talking nonsense!”
The sword of destruction in Doma’s hand trembled.
I didn’t stop them.
Because I knew we wouldn’t fight anyway.
There was an iron rule that the Amazons never fought each other. They would argue, gossip, and have all sorts of internal strife, but they never engaged in a life-or-death fight.
This is something of a survival principle that has been maintained for a very long time, and it is also the most important reason why Palmazone has existed until now.
“It’s still a while before midnight, so hold on tight for a moment.”
Then Ilhwageomjon raised his voice in a loud tone.
“Lee Gongja! What the hell are you doing! How much must you have despised me to do something like this?”
It was the moment when her composure, which had always been polite, collapsed.
“Fix it.”
“I can’t fix it.”
“Let me tell you why I invited you, Master Sword. To be honest, I need you, Senior Sword. That’s why I hoped that the two of you would reconcile here today. I don’t know why you hate each other so much.”
Then, Ilhwageomjon let out a long sigh and tried to regain his usual appearance.
“If we could have made up over a drink, why did we still have such bad relations?”
“We meet and meet again until we get over it. We swear and pull out each other’s hair. We meet and fight until we get over it.”
“Lee Gong-ja, you are too greedy. I told you clearly on the first day. You cannot go with Doma.”
“Then, are you confident that you can make me your successor on your own?”
“I am confident.”
“I can’t believe it. If the reason you two are at odds is public, I would have known about it. However, no one in our school knows. It’s probably because it’s an extremely personal reason. How can I trust my senior who can’t let go of his personal feelings for the greater good and risk my life?”
Ilhwageomjon’s expression distorted. She was about to say something, but then she glared at me and Doma fiercely before turning around and leaving.
After emptying his glass, Hyeolcheondoma stood up from his seat.
“Congratulations are well received, you son of a bitch!”
Bam!
Today, after breaking the table, the blood chopping board also went out.
I put the table money back on the table next to me and smiled at Jo Chun-bae, who was standing in front of the kitchen.
“I guess I should start by fixing this habit of hitting and breaking things.”
Jo Chun-bae smiled awkwardly and made a joke.
“These days, it seems like I would make more money if I became a carpenter.”
I also left the guest house with a smile.
I expected this would happen when these two people met.
You have to keep bringing them out. You have to bring out the buried emotions and clash with each other, swear at each other, and fight. Then, you have to make yourself realize that the old resentment that has been eating you up was nothing special when you look back.
I think it’s possible. They’ve already lived a lot longer than before.
Their reconciliation took time, but Ilhwageomjon did not wait even for a single day.
* * *
That night, I opened my eyes while sleeping.
What woke me up was the Cheonmahosingong. Feeling an energy from outside, I got up from my bed, put on my black magic sword, and went outside.
The person who woke me up was standing in the middle of the yard.
She was none other than Ilhwageomjeon.
“As expected. Your skills are not ordinary.”
Even though I didn’t show any particular presence, it seemed surprising that I woke up.
“I can’t sleep well.”
“Scholar of engineering.”
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“Yes, senior.”
She said, turning her back.
“The calm lake is rippling because of the scientist.”
Does the lake represent the main church? Or does it represent her own heart?
“I am still young, so I prefer a stormy sea to a calm lake.”
“You told me this before? You despised people who tried to win the hearts of their subordinates for free with dreams or ideals.”
“yes.”
“I have people I despise too.”
“What kind of person are you?”
“He’s a person who talks big but doesn’t have the skills to back it up.”
“Am I that kind of person?”
“Shall we check whether that is true or not?”
Ilhwageomjon slowly drew his sword while turning his back. It was a perfect swordsmanship. Even though he was standing with his back turned, she did not feel any weakness.
Still, I spoke coldly to Ilhwageomjon.
“There’s someone else I hate.”
“Who are you?”
She asked without looking back.
“He is a strong but inconsiderate person. I despise people who use force to gain advantage in relationships. I hate seeing them hurt others with their poor imagination.”
Magic energy exploded from the sword master’s body.
“Shut up! I told you you were doing a good job, but you’re being too cocky.”
She turned to me. Her eyes were pouring out a powerful magical energy like frost.
“What will you do if I win?”
As I watched her come to me right away when conflict arose, I realized that the only way to make her mine was to suppress her with my own skills.
In a situation where one act of power is more effective than a hundred attempts at politics, the relationship with Doma was a later problem.
For a moment, Geomjon made a dumbfounded expression.
“Did you say you won just now?”
“yes.”
“If the Duke defeats me, I will do whatever he wants. If he tells me to die, I will die.”
She risked her life. It was a confidence that would never be broken.
“great.”
“What would you do if you lost to a scientist?”
“I will also do whatever you want, senior.”
“What I want is simple: Kick the chopping board out of the life of a scientist.”
Her confidence was somewhat natural, since she was proud of being second only to her father in martial arts.
“Aren’t you curious about what I want?”
“I’m not curious at all. It’s a story I’ll never hear again.”
I slowly pulled out the black magic sword.
“Then I guess I’ll find out what I want today.”
We drew our swords and stared at each other in silence.
I know very well how fast the Majon-level masters are. You can’t see the attack and block it. If your instincts, honed through training, don’t work properly, you’ll die.
It’s the same if the servants can’t block my attacks and I die. My sword is invisible to them.
Whew.
A gust of wind blew from somewhere, causing Geomjon’s hair to flutter in the wind.
She slightly twisted the end of her hanging sword. That alone changed the momentum.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this kind of tension.
“Lee Gong-ja, although I won’t kill you, you must be careful. You might sustain internal injuries.”
If this match was a life-or-death battle with an enemy that had to be killed, I would have cut off the opponent’s breathing and left the game when I said, “Be careful.” Since it was a word that came from pride that ignored the opponent, then the opportunity to leave the game was then.
Of course, this fight wasn’t a life-or-death battle, so we had time to talk calmly.
“Yes, I will be careful. However, my sword is a black magic sword, so it might damage your sword.”
She ignored my concerns and instead took them further.
“I will yield three moves to the scholar.”
In the past, when seniors dealt with juniors, they made concessions three times. People in the past were like that, but these days, you can’t find seniors who make concessions to their juniors. In that sense, Geomjon is a romantic person.
“I will gratefully accept your offer. Now, I will go, junior.”
I was never proud, but instead I hid one skill.
The idea is to deal with it without using the Wind God’s Sword. One’s secret move must always be hidden. The same goes for the Ilhwa Sword.
My plan was this.
‘It ends within the three seconds of giving in.’
I skipped the exploration part and went straight to using the great sword technique.
The first ceremony, Gyuncheonsik, was held.
Shhhhh!
It seemed as if a single ray of light was cutting her in two.
Chaeng-aaaaaaa!
The sword clashed with the sword in front of her chest. Her surprise was transmitted through the sword. The internal energy contained in my attack must have been more than she had thought, so the sense of crisis when meeting a true rival must have made the hair on her body stand on end.
A second attack was launched in quick succession.
Jayshik’s transformation style scattered a splendid sword light. The sword transformed twelve times before her eyes, and the sword master retreated and deflected each attack.
But in the ninth change, she broke her promise.
Shhh!
visor.
Her sword flew into my chest, and I twisted my body and struck back with the Black Magic Sword.
Ilhwageomjon broke her promise to give up three moves and went on the attack. She had no choice. She couldn’t stop Byeoncheonsik’s continuous changes with just defense, so she ended up using offense instead of defense.
“this.”
Just when she was about to make an excuse for her defeat.
I was about to launch my third attack. This was my chance. I was so shaken up that I was even about to speak.
The third form, the Mysterious Heavenly Form, has arrived.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Kaang!
A single cry was heard simultaneously with the sound of swords clashing, words that should never have come out of the mouth of the Sword Master.
“No face!”
And then the silence followed.
My black sword stopped in front of the face of the swordsman. In fact, the sword stopped before her scream. Because my sword was faster than her eyes.
Meanwhile, her sword, which had left her hand, was floating in the air.
Our eyes were turned to the Ilhwa Sword. It was falling to the floor in a black parabolic arc. Perhaps the Ilhwa Sword Lord wished that it would never fall to the floor.
Sigh.
The sword was stuck in the floor. The sword was shaking violently, and the pure white handle made it feel like a white flag was shaking.
Ilhwageomjon, who had been blankly watching the scene, slowly turned her gaze toward me. Her eyes looked as if she couldn’t believe this situation at all.
I really hoped so.
I hope her first words are a curse.
May a stone fall out of the dam of dignity she has built so firmly. May we glimpse her wounds through that hole… … .
