I Became the Childhood Friend of the Middle Boss

Do School’s Main House, 2nd Floor Library

The library looked like a library, but in reality, it was just a place for entertainment to pass the time. Most of the guests at the banquet had gathered there to have fun.

“Great! I won again!”

“Come on, stop hogging it. Don’t we need to make a living too?”

“Let’s go have a smoke.”

“Is there something stronger than this?”

People were excitedly gambling at the Baccarat table, making loud and crude remarks. Some were openly smoking cigarettes and pipes, filling the air with smoke. Even though the banquet hadn’t started yet, many were already drinking heavily at the bar set up in the corner.

In the library, people indulged in their pleasures.

“Ugh, the smell of cigarettes.”

“Why do they even smoke indoors like that?”

As Han Ji-ae, Do Gyeon-woo’s mother, entered the study, she wrinkled her nose at the tobacco smell. Do Sang-joon glanced at the smokers and quickly cast a protective spell to keep the smoke away from her.

“Is the smell gone now?”

“Yeah, you’re amazing as always.”

Han Ji-ae’s eyes widened. Do Sang-joon took her hand and pulled her closer, smiling.

“Shall we go meet some people?”

“The Second Elder is over there, and the Second Brother is there.”

“Right, the eldest brother hasn’t arrived yet. Let’s go greet the second brother first.”

They turned to greet those who were friendly toward them and were welcomed warmly and offered seats. However, they remained cautious.

“We know you two have a good relationship, but if Do-husband stays close to Dongseo, we can’t talk freely.”

“Right, if Do-husband is around, the husbands will overhear. It makes it hard to connect.”

“Hahahaha, is that so?”

Do Sang-joon caught the implication behind their laughter—it meant they wanted him to leave Han Ji-ae behind. But he couldn’t do that.

“How can I not worry about Ji-ae when I’m not around?”

A few years ago, Han Ji-ae had faced humiliation while trying to connect with the women of the New Moon Guild to support him. Seeing her hurt and coming home in sorrow made him unable to leave her alone.

“Sorry, it’s my fault.”

“Why apologize? Let’s just go have a drink together.”

They had seen everyone they needed to, so to cheer her up, they decided to spend time together. Then it happened.

“Sang-joon, long time no see. How have you been?”

It was Do Beom-joon, Do Sang-joon’s third brother, who initiated the conversation. Do Sang-joon had avoided talking to him until now.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. Why are you here?”

Do Seung-woo’s father, who had recently been unwelcome due to his harassment of Do Seung-woo, had resentment in his voice.

“We settled it over the phone, but I felt it was necessary to meet in person. I warned Seung-woo not to do it again.”

“…”

“Now that he’s heard it from me, he probably won’t bother Kyungwoo anymore. But is Kyungwoo okay?”

“My son is fine without his brother’s concern, so don’t worry.”

“Well, that’s a relief. I was worried that Seungwoo’s actions might have traumatized Kyungwoo.”

“…”

“If he needs to go to the hospital because of this, let me know. I’ll introduce you to a good doctor. Anyway, I apologize on Seungwoo’s behalf.”

Do Beom-joon reached out his hand as a gesture of reconciliation, suggesting they end the argument.

“Huh? Apologize?”

Do Sang-joon had no intention of accepting the apology. He waved his hand dismissively and glared at Do Beom-joon.

“If you want to apologize, do it directly to Kyungwoo. I’m not going to do it for you.”

“What… What are you suggesting?”

“Don’t slyly try to influence the situation. What exactly are you trying to do?”

It was a gathering of family members. Do Sang-joon knew they were all pretending to focus on their own tasks while subtly eavesdropping on the conversation. He was aware that Do Beom-joon was intentionally fueling the friction between Do Seung-woo and Do Kyung-woo, undermining Kyung-woo.

Feeling angry, Do Sang-joon replied, “If that’s your answer, there’s nothing I can do. I won’t offer any help. If you need my strength later, contact me.”

“I know there won’t be any need for help from you, so I understand that.”

Ignoring Do Sang-joon’s feelings, Do Beom-joon turned away as if he had done all he could. Just then, a man in the Regulus Clan uniform entered the study and approached him.

“Is that so?”

The man whispered something to Do Beom-joon, and soon his expression changed.

‘What’s going on?’

Do Sang-joon felt uneasy about the mocking look in the man’s eyes.

His intuition was correct.

Do Beom-joon raised his voice, ensuring everyone heard.

“It seems the parties involved intend to resolve the matter from last time amongst themselves, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“It seems our sons had a duel at the training ground.”

“Kyungwoo… had a duel?”

“I heard Kyungwoo challenge Seungwoo to a duel first. I find it hard to believe my Kyungwoo would do that, but the information should be accurate.”

“…”

“Well, come to think of it, Kyungwoo is also from the Shin-Geom-Do clan, so it’s not surprising. One should know how to protect their dignity. It seems he inherited the lion’s spirit as well.”

Do Kyungwoo was fighting with Do Seungwoo.

Do Sang-joon paled at Do Beom-joon’s mocking words. He had been told not to cause trouble, yet here it was.

‘Why do I have a bad feeling?’

Do Sang-joon had seen Kyungwoo’s skills before and was no longer worried about his abilities.

The problem was the recent change in Kyungwoo’s personality; Do Sang-joon was deeply worried about what he might do.

His expression darkened.

“Why? Worried?”

Do Beom-joon misunderstood his expression and taunted others, “We might witness a match if we go now. Anyone interested in watching Seungwoo and Kyungwoo spar?”

“Oh, that sounds good!”

Do Beom-joon encouraged them, and a few people got up, already tipsy.

His scheme was obvious—making a public spectacle of the match to diminish Kyungwoo’s influence. The success of his plan depended on Kyungwoo losing.

“Everyone’s going, but are you not coming to watch, Sangjun?”

“I’ll go too.”

“Good decision. I understand your feelings, but they said they would handle it themselves, so let’s not interfere.”

“This match will settle everything. You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes, I won’t forget your words.”

“Pretend you’re tough.”

At that point, Do Sang-joon decided to give up on his thoughts. The situation had escalated beyond his ability to control.

On one hand, he was irritated by Do Beom-joon’s disregard for his own son.

‘In a way, this is a stroke of luck.’

If Kyungwoo could defeat Seungwoo, his evaluation would rise significantly. It wasn’t all turmoil. So, he intended to follow the others to the library, not forgetting to take Han Ji-ae with him.

“Let’s go. It will be interesting, right?”

“Seungwoo troubled Kyungwoo, didn’t he?”

He froze.

“What are you talking about? Why does it feel like the first time I’ve heard this?”

“W-well….”

“You seem to know something.”

Han Ji-ae was smiling, but her smile wasn’t genuine.

To survive, Do Sang-joon instinctively called her by a nickname, but it had no effect.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He trembled in fear.

The Master of Shingeom Martial Arts, Do Seung-woo

He remembered memories from several years ago. Back then, he was known as a master. The family’s expectations rested on someone else, Do Kyung-woo, who showed exceptional swordsmanship and received high praise from the family head.

Because of that, his personality was more proactive and confident back then. Do Seung-woo had become a master through hard work, while Do Kyung-woo was a natural genius.

The difference in their talents created an insurmountable gap. Constantly compared and competing with Kyung-woo, Do Seung-woo felt despair.

The memories of that time were dreadful. He was pushed by his father to surpass Kyung-woo, trying to reduce even his sleeping time. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t defeat Kyung-woo.

The more he tried, the more he irrationally despised him. He resentted Kyung-woo, blaming him for his own failures.

The incident during their first evaluation match was pivotal. Do Seung-woo found himself dueling Kyung-woo with wooden swords. In that duel, he was injured by Kyung-woo’s attack.

“What do I do? There’s blood….”

Kyung-woo was young and inexperienced, not realizing how dangerous his attack was. But Do Seung-woo seized the opportunity when Kyung-woo failed to respond.

He achieved his first victory, but it came with a twisted sense of pleasure. From then on, he thought Kyung-woo was no different from anyone else.

He continued to elevate his own evaluation, provoking Kyung-woo. Having gained the psychological upper hand, he unleashed all his suppressed emotions.

But now, facing Kyung-woo again, he felt a strange discomfort and inferiority.

“Do not let him rise again; crush him mercilessly.”

He was determined to bring Kyung-woo down in front of the family. But things took a different turn.

As if reading his thoughts, Kyung-woo dodged the attack.

“It’s unbelievable! How on earth?”

Do Seung-woo couldn’t understand. Each time his sword seemed to touch Kyung-woo, it barely grazed him.

Then came Kyung-woo’s counterattacks. Do Seung-woo hastily blocked the strikes aimed at him.

Clang! Swords clashed.

During their fast movements, Do Seung-woo glared at Kyung-woo, who looked indifferent.

“What’s with that look?”

Kyung-woo’s gaze seemed to say there was nothing special. Do Seung-woo felt unfamiliar discomfort and a kick of inferiority.

“This brat…!”

Don’t ignore me.

Seung-woo clenched his teeth, holding back his words. He struck Kyung-woo’s sword and assumed the Suwangryu stance.

At that moment, Kyung-woo responded, stepping back and channeling mana into his swordsmanship.

The clash of their techniques was intense.

But then, Kyung-woo delivered a spinning kick to Seung-woo’s chest, catching him off guard.

“Slow.”

A smirk appeared on Kyung-woo’s lips, twisting Seung-woo’s face in frustration.

“Too slow.”

In an instant, Kyung-woo spun around Seung-woo and brought down his sword.

Seung-woo needed to defend but couldn’t react in time.

A sharp impact struck the back of his head. He tried to withstand it but lost balance and crumbled.

Consciousness faded.

“No…”

He tried to speak, but his body didn’t comply. Only his eyes moved, capturing Kyung-woo’s figure as it faded from view.

“Sleep well; it was nothing special.”

Kyung-woo’s smirk lingered in Seung-woo’s fading consciousness until it all went dark.

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The top floor of the Shingeom Dogga main house was a space designed for the head of the family.

“Hmm.”

The head of the family, Doyeik, was there.

Despite being at the peak of all the lions, he did not neglect his training, even on the day of the banquet.

After swinging his sword vigorously, he washed his sweaty body.

And then…

“Refreshing.”

With a wet towel on his head and only a towel around his waist, Doyeik entered the sauna.

Phew.

He spent time in the scorching heat that an ordinary person could not bear, not even controlling his mana.

Even though sweat flowed endlessly, there was not a hint of disturbance in his breathing.

In that state

“It seems everyone has gathered.”

Without spreading his sensory net, Doyeik expanded his senses to grasp the relatives in the main house.

Unlike ordinary people, handling mana and sensing the movements of those who had trained with swords since childhood was not a difficult task for him.

Soon, he withdrew his senses.

“Since everyone seems to be here, I should start preparing as well.”

The banquet will begin shortly.

Even though the troublesome offspring had arrived, as the head of the family, he couldn’t be late for the annual event because of his position.

At that moment, the head secretary arrived.

“Sir, the banquet is scheduled to begin shortly.”

“Yes, I know. I’ll be out in a moment.”

The head secretary relayed the message from outside the door.

Doyeik gripped the towel on his head and got up from his seat.

As he opened the door, the heat and steam from the sauna escaped.

“I will assist you in preparing.”

“Thank you.”

Even in that heat.

The secretary, wearing frost-covered glasses, gestured to the servants behind him.

The servants approached Doyeik and handed him his clothes.

Doyeik took the clothes and put them on.

Then he asked the secretary.

“Did any issues arise with all the children gathered in one place?”

“There were no significant issues that required your attention, sir.”

“Is that so?”

“However….”

The chief secretary paused for a moment.

Doyeik remained silent, casting his gaze.

Soon, the chief secretary spoke up.

“I heard that the two young masters have engaged in a noticeable dispute.”

“A dispute? Nothing significant. So, who was it that fought with whom?”

“It was Do Beomjun, the Sub Lord, and Do Sangjun, the Regional Chief.”

“Sangjun?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Hmm….”

His fifth son, Do Sangjun.

A pitiful child who, despite his noble blood, had no talent and foolishly established a family with an ordinary person.

Upon hearing Do Sangjun’s name, Doyeik couldn’t help but find it surprising.

Due to going against the family’s wishes and marrying, Sangjun knew his place and lived a humble life.

Given his recent clash, it was inevitable that Doyeik would take an interest in his son’s quarrel.

“It seems that the dispute has reignited due to the confrontation between the two from last time.”

“Is that so?”

Soon, Doyeik understood.

As the head of the family, he couldn’t be unaware of the conflicts within the family.

He recalled a recent incident where Do Beomjun and Do Sangjun clashed over their children’s issues.

“The lad who used to live inconspicuously and quietly now shows such behavior due to his children’s problems getting entangled. So, what happened then?”

“Well….”

Even if Sangjun had initiated it, he couldn’t match Beomjun’s influence.

Doyeik asked, anticipating the answer.

However, the chief secretary’s response was completely different from what he had expected.

“By chance, when Do Seungwoo and Do Gyunwoo were about to engage in a duel, things shifted towards the parties resolving the issue themselves.”

“….”

“Do Beomjun set up the stage and took everyone present to witness the duel between the two young lords.”

“Oh, how did that happen?”

It was a completely unexpected turn of events.

Doyeik clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Sangjun is going to face a great humiliation.”

Considering the current trend.

With Beomjun and Seungwoo premeditating, Sangjun and Gyunwoo were set up for disgrace.

Sangjun fell into a trap.

Doyeik decided to no longer concern himself with the inevitable outcome.

If the chief secretary hadn’t spoken up immediately after.

“However, it is said that it was Do Gyunwoo who first proposed the duel.”

“What?”

“Do Gyenwoo has challenged Do Seungwoo to a duel.”

“….”

“After seeing Do Seungwoo, Do Gyenwoo.”

Do Gyenwoo proposed a duel.

Upon hearing the secretary’s words, Do Yeiik couldn’t help but doubt his ears.

“That kid said that?”

“Yes, I’m certain.”

Rabbit, Do Gyenwoo.

Once known as a promising figure in the family, he became the subject of contempt within the family due to his frail and timid nature.

Do Yeiik couldn’t believe that he had challenged Do Seungwoo to a duel.

‘What is he thinking?’

Do Yeiik got lost in his thoughts.

Curiosity soon followed the thoughts.

“If we go now, will we be able to see it?”

“Most likely, by the time Lord Gaju arrives, it will already be over.”

“Then we must go see the outcome.”

The outcome seemed predictable.

However, the curiosity arose as to what exactly led Do Gyenwoo to challenge Do Seungwoo.

Finally, Do Yeiik started to move his feet.

* * *

Any being is bound to reveal a vulnerability at the moment of attack.

That is the moment of the hunt.

I aimed for that moment.

“Grow well; it was nothing special.”

I pierced Do Seungwoo’s side.

The Suwangryu Defense Form 2 is fundamentally designed to defend against the opponent’s attack with equal or greater force, so if one does not properly assess the opponent’s skill, it cannot be used efficiently.

However, I could compensate for this flaw with the instinct to escape.

The instinct to evade helped regulate the distribution of power.

[Skill level has increased.]

[Instinct Control Lv. 1 and 2]

The level of instinctual control has increased.

As I brushed away the message that immediately popped up, I looked down at Do Seungwoo.

Do Seungwoo was lying on the ground, showing his back.

In a way, he seemed stuck.

“I didn’t intend for it to end like this.”

Seeing Do Seungwoo lying unconscious on the ground, I felt a sense of regret wash over me.

“I haven’t ruled out pretending it was a mistake and cutting off an arm or a leg. But even so, that was not a viable option. It was beyond what I could handle. Even if the Divine Sword School emphasized competition, our family was not so obsessed with it as to cause turmoil within the clan or, most importantly, disregard human life.

“So I had planned to delay and toy with him instead, but damn it. I lost control of my strength. It was all because, in the heat of the moment, I let my emotions get the best of me.

“Can I really not suggest we start over? Should I try suggesting it when he wakes up?”

Do Seungwoo’s excited expression overlapped with the face of the person who had tormented me in the past. Just looking at that face made me angry. Unknowingly, I gripped the sword with excessive force in my hand.

And this was the result.

“Aren’t you going to get up?” I prodded the person lying on the ground with the tip of my foot. He didn’t even flinch.

Suddenly, fear crept in. “Could he be dead?”

Though I had struck with the blade, there was still no assurance. A wrong strike could indeed be fatal. Moreover, this was the first time I had used a blade to knock someone unconscious. Naturally, fear consumed me.

“Hey, get up. Get up, quickly.” I tapped his body with the sword. Still, he didn’t regain consciousness, so I smacked his cheeks a few times.

“Don’t pretend to be dead.” Smack!

“Get up, quickly.” Smack!

“Don’t make me a murderer.” Smack!

“Seungwoo? Will you get up?” Smack!

“Ugh….”

Oh, there was a reaction. When Do Seungwoo’s cheeks turned red, he furrowed his brow. Only then could I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Realizing that confirming he was breathing was all that mattered, I noticed how I had forgotten this simple fact in a moment of agitation.

That was when.

“Ah?”

Grabbing the back of his neck and lifting him halfway up, I soon realized that something was flowing from his lower body.

It was urine.

His lower garment was damp enough for anyone to notice, with puddles spreading on the ground.

Since the floor of the training ground was not dirt but a light yellowish color, it was vividly visible.

“Oh, he wet himself.”

Oops, did I say that too loudly?

I belatedly observed the reactions of the people who had been watching the training.

“….”

People were gaping.

Fainted, slapped, urinated—it was Doseungwoo who had wet himself, yet his face looked as if he himself had received the blow.

I looked at them and gulped.

“Looks like everyone saw it.”

Well, with a puddle this big, it’s impossible not to see.

Without the need for me to announce it, people had already seen it.

“Ew, disgusting.”

I instinctively stepped back.

Before I knew it, Doseungwoo’s urine had spread all the way to my feet.

“At this rate, I might not be able to suggest another training session.”

In any case, Doseungwoo’s survival was confirmed.

I let go of his neck and decided to return to Yeeun.

Just then.

“hahahaha! Perhaps the training is already over, and there’s nothing left to watch?”

“….”

“Regardless of who won or lost, let’s encourage both as adults.”

Suddenly, the training ground door creaked open, and adults started pouring in.

Among them, I saw my father and mother.

“What’s going on?”

I watched them approach and tilted my head.

“Seungwoo, well done. Gyenwoo, keep in mind that you lost.”

Gradually, they walked towards the training ground, looking at me and Doseungwoo.

“S-Seungwoo!”

“…!”

The eyes of the third elder, who was leading the people at the front, widened, and he let out a very surprised sound.

His face contorted severely.

“Oh, that’s what it was.”

I understood the situation and let go of Doseungwoo’s neck.

He collapsed once again.

After that, what happened was

It was complete chaos.

“What on earth did you do to make the child end up like this!?”

“….”

Do Beomjun, Do Seungwoo’s father.

The third eldest uncle, who would often pick fights for no reason, was now flushed with anger, pacing back and forth.

Then he tried to corner me somehow to resolve the situation.

He was trying to invalidate the match by accusing me of using cowardly tactics.

“Hyung, what are you doing to the child right now? Are you out of your mind!? It was you who said not to interfere regardless of the outcome of the match! Don’t you remember!?”

“Step aside! Do Sangjun!”

Naturally, Father physically blocked the third eldest uncle from threatening or approaching me.

And then, a physical altercation ensued as a natural progression.

“Hey, calm down a bit, will you!?”

“You’re not moving from here!?”

“They say all the kids who were watching agreed that the match was fair!”

“Tch…! What do those young kids know, telling us to believe that!?”

Apart from not using fists, the two of them pushed and pulled each other, even rolling on the ground in a sudden burst of aggression.

‘…This is a complete mess.’

I had no choice but to silently watch the scene.

There was no way for me to intervene in the fight between the fathers.

Meanwhile…

Another fight broke out elsewhere.

“Fine, let’s say the match was fair! But what about hitting the child even after the match is over? What are we supposed to do about that!? Can’t you see the child’s swollen cheek!? That kid is a total thug!?”

“What? What did you say? Sir, please say it again. Did you just call my son a kid? A thug?”

“Don’t you dare hit our mother!”

My mother and Do Seungwoo’s mother.

Even the mothers got into a fight.

Both of them, eyes wide open as if refusing to back down, argued fiercely.

And when one mother grabbed the other by the hair, Yeeun stepped in.

‘Our mother is quite scary.’

It was strange to see my mother with a fierce expression and shouting.

When we were at the main house, my mother would bow her head and act meekly towards others, so I never expected to see her like this.

But leaving that aside

“Hey! Do Beomjun! Are you my brother!?”

“What did this guy just say!?”

“That’s right! He called you a thug! Whether the child is from a lowly background or not!….”

“What about your son being no different? The kid seems to have inherited your traits; that’s why I always felt like giving him a good smack whenever I saw him, right? It’s okay, Gyunwoo! You did well!”

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It was a complete mess.

There was chaos like no other.

It was so confusing whether this place was a martial arts sanctuary or a martial arts market.

“How can we calm this situation?”

It seemed like the members of the clan had no intention of calming the situation.

Instead, they seemed to be enjoying the chaos.

It seemed like there was no hope of getting any help.

I let out a sigh.

And that’s when it happened.

“What’s going on here right now?”

Suddenly, a roar erupted, filling the training ground to the brim.

In the voice tinged with authority, there was a force that seemed to intimidate people.

“….”

After the roar subsided,

Everyone fell silent.

They all turned their heads in the direction where the sound came from, as if on cue.

I did the same.

“It’s a complete mess, no dignity at all.”

“….”

A tall old man was approaching.

The head of the Shin Sword Clan, the grandfather.

‘Why is the grandfather here?’

It wasn’t just me having that thought; probably everyone present was wondering the same.

However, the grandfather seemed to have no intention of answering our questions.

As soon as he approached us, the grandfather furrowed his brow.

“There’s chaos like no other, chaos. Are you all really from a prestigious clan, acting like this? I’m ashamed just looking at you.”

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The Top Floor of the Shingeom Dogga Main House

The top floor was designed for the head of the family, Doyeik. Despite being the leader, he didn’t neglect his training, even on the day of the banquet. After a vigorous sword workout, he washed off the sweat and entered the sauna, feeling refreshed.

In the intense heat, he didn’t even bother to control his mana. Even as sweat poured down, his breathing remained steady.

“It seems everyone has gathered,” he thought, using his senses to check on his relatives without needing to spread a sensory net. For someone like him, sensing those who had trained with swords since childhood was easy.

After confirming everyone was present, he decided it was time to prepare for the banquet. As the head of the family, he couldn’t afford to be late for such an important event.

At that moment, his head secretary arrived. “Sir, the banquet is about to begin.”

“Yes, I know. I’ll be out shortly,” Doyeik replied, standing up and adjusting the towel on his head.

As he opened the door, the heat and steam escaped. The secretary gestured to the servants, who brought Doyeik his clothes. He quickly got dressed and asked, “Did any issues arise with all the children gathered?”

“There weren’t any major problems, sir,” the secretary replied, pausing for a moment. “However, I did hear about a noticeable dispute between two young masters.”

“A dispute? Who was involved?” Doyeik asked, intrigued.

“It was Do Beomjun, the Sub Lord, and Do Sangjun, the Regional Chief.”

“Sangjun?” Doyeik raised an eyebrow. His fifth son, Do Sangjun, had little talent and had married someone ordinary against the family’s wishes. Hearing his name surprised Doyeik, who knew Sangjun had been living a humble life.

“It seems the dispute reignited due to a confrontation between the two from last time,” the secretary explained.

Doyeik understood the situation. He remembered a recent incident where Beomjun and Sangjun clashed over their children’s issues. “The quiet one finally shows some behavior due to his children’s problems. So, what happened?”

“Well,” the secretary hesitated. “Even if Sangjun initiated it, he couldn’t match Beomjun’s influence. By chance, when Do Seungwoo and Do Gyunwoo were about to duel, things shifted toward them resolving the issue themselves.”

“Really?” Doyeik was surprised. “Beomjun set up the stage for everyone to witness the duel.”

“Yes.”

Doyeik clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Sangjun is going to face great humiliation. With Beomjun and Seungwoo teamed up, Sangjun and Gyunwoo are set up for disgrace.”

However, the secretary added, “But it’s said that Do Gyunwoo was the one who proposed the duel.”

“What?” Doyeik was taken aback. “Gyunwoo challenged Seungwoo?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Doyeik couldn’t believe it. Do Gyunwoo, once seen as weak and timid, have challenged Seungwoo? “What is he thinking?” he wondered, curiosity piquing.

“If we go now, will we catch it?” Doyeik asked.

“Most likely, by the time you arrive, it will be over.”

“Then we must see the outcome.” Doyeik’s curiosity about why Gyunwoo would challenge Seungwoo drove him to move.

The Duel

Every being reveals a vulnerability at the moment of attack—that’s the moment of the hunt. I aimed for that moment and struck Do Seungwoo’s side.

The Suwangryu Defense Form 2 is designed to counter an opponent’s attack with equal or greater force, but it requires proper assessment of the opponent’s skill. I compensated for this flaw with my instinct to escape, helping me regulate my power.

[Skill level has increased.]

[Instinct Control Lv. 1 and 2]

As I brushed away the message, I looked down at Do Seungwoo, who lay unconscious on the ground. I felt a twinge of regret. “I didn’t intend for it to end like this.”

I had considered pretending it was a mistake, but that option seemed too risky. Even if our school emphasized competition, we valued human life and wouldn’t create chaos within the clan.

“I planned to toy with him, but I lost control. My emotions got the better of me.”

“Can I suggest starting over when he wakes up?” I wondered, but the sight of Seungwoo’s excited expression reminded me of someone who had tormented me in the past, making me grip my sword tightly.

“Aren’t you going to get up?” I prodded him with my foot, but he didn’t move. Panic set in. “Could he be dead?”

I had struck him with my blade, and a wrong strike could be fatal. This was the first time I had knocked someone unconscious with a blade, and fear consumed me.

“Hey, get up!” I tapped him with the sword, then slapped his cheeks. “Don’t pretend to be dead!”

“Ugh…”

Finally, he reacted. When I saw his cheeks turn red, I sighed in relief, realizing I had forgotten to check if he was breathing in my panic.

That’s when I noticed something flowing from him. It was urine—his lower garment was damp, creating a noticeable puddle on the training ground.

“Oh, he wet himself,” I said, perhaps too loudly.

The spectators were gaping. Seungwoo had fainted, and now this! I gulped, realizing everyone had seen it.

“Ew, disgusting.” I instinctively stepped back, realizing the puddle was spreading to my feet.

“At this rate, I might not be able to suggest another training session.”

With Seungwoo’s survival confirmed, I let go of his neck and turned to leave, heading back to Yeeun.

Just then, the training ground door creaked open, and adults began pouring in, including my parents.

“What’s going on?” they asked as they approached.

“Seungwoo, well done. Gyunwoo, remember that you lost,” they said, looking at us.

Suddenly, the third elder, Do Beomjun’s father, gasped in shock. “What happened here?”

Chaos erupted as he confronted me. “What did you do to make the child end up like this!?”

I remained silent as he paced back and forth, furious. He tried to corner me, accusing me of cowardly tactics.

“Hyung, you said not to interfere regardless of the outcome! Don’t you remember!?”

“Step aside! Do Sangjun!” My father physically blocked the third elder from approaching me.

A physical altercation ensued as they pushed and pulled each other.

“This is a complete mess,” I thought, unable to intervene in the fight between the fathers.

Meanwhile, another fight broke out. “Fine, let’s say the match was fair! But what about hitting the child after the match? Look at his swollen cheek! That kid is a thug!”

“What? Did you just call my son a thug?”

My mother and Do Seungwoo’s mother joined the fray, both refusing to back down.

“Hey! Do Beomjun! Are you my brother!?” One of them shouted.

“It’s a complete mess,” I thought.

Just then, a powerful voice boomed, silencing everyone.

“What’s going on here right now?”

The head of the Shin Sword Clan, my grandfather, approached, his presence commanding respect.

“There’s chaos like no other. Are you all really from a prestigious clan, acting like this? I’m ashamed just looking at you.”