Namgung Se-ga, the warrior, was reincarnated in Romance

According to the professor’s words, I should have gone to the infirmary, but it seemed better to manage my own blood flow to heal my internal injuries.

I returned to the room, rinsed my mouth twice, and then sat on the floor under the bed.

The soft and wobbly mattress was not suitable for practicing qigong. The bedroom floor, covered with a thick and soft carpet, was more suitable for sitting cross-legged.

Starting from the lower abdomen, I carefully observed the energy channels that extend to both arms.

Magic was indeed remarkable. Even if the thin thread would naturally heal on its own, it seemed that all the thicker energy veins, which were thicker than three strands of hair combined, had been healed with added mana. It was as if a splint had been placed on the injured energy channel and it had been wrapped with bandages.

As I examined it closely, it became even more fascinating and strange. Even if one were to bring forth any technique from the Central Plains, it would be impossible to heal the meridians affected by the Zhu Hua Yi Ma in such a short time, barely counting to three.

I stopped marveling and began to circulate my qi through my entire body. In the first round, I followed only the Dae-maek. After that, it gradually circled twice, as if soothing the energy meridian that had swelled rapidly after the injury.

The swollen areas subsided, the twisted areas relaxed, and the cramped areas loosened. As the path opened up, by the fourth round, I could even tend to the finer veins, and by the fifth round, the tingling pain in both arms subsided.

Only then did I take a deep breath and exhale it slowly. Very long and thin, like the path of I saw earlier…

From the middle onwards, I couldn’t remember the way, so I just flicked my fingers a few times.

If I were truly a clumsy kendo club student, it would have been a condition that required four days of rest even after receiving treatment. Even if I didn’t intend to kill, it was undoubtedly a rough and mischievous prank.

However, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand why Edwin would want to harm me. Could it be because I interrupted the class? But the crystal bead was in my hands even before the class started!

Lost in deep thought, at one moment, I gasped and inhaled sharply.

Even though it was clear that we had both suffered losses, it seemed quite strange that neither of us thought of killing each other.

In the previous world, it was common for three lives to be lost over a single thin memorization. In the Central Plains, the term “blood price” was common and pitiful, so even if the target was not their intended victim, they would constantly devastate the surrounding area.

However, the sixteen-year-old boy Edwin had only inflicted a thin wound on me that kept me bedridden for four days, and despite being a butcher who had slaughtered thousands of humans, I had no intention of dragging him into the shadows. Instead, I was curious about the reason and struggled to unravel the mystery.

Thinking of that, a smile crept onto my lips. Isn’t this just like a duel between warriors?

It was the same in the Central Plains, and here at Count Ernhardt’s estate in Shireun. A duel was a contest where one sharply tested the limits of the other while scoring points based on how minimal the damage inflicted on the opponent was.

Even while unleashing a torrent of sword energy, he could only manage to slice the hem of his clothes, leave a small wound on his earlobe, or cause a tiny bruise on the nape of his neck… He recalled the exhilarating thrill he felt in those moments.

As I thought about it, I began to ponder how excellent a magician Edwin Kiaridis was. Inside that tiny crystal bead, several strands of mana had already been embedded, but they were all inscribed relying on thin iron rods as delicate as hair.

However, the mana of the crimson light was different. Without relying on any tools, it was an incredible achievement to establish itself and occupy the most mischievous position on its own.

I regretted not being able to count how many times the circle of savings that had spread to the floor had gone around. In the morning, I gained a great insight, and in the afternoon, I gained a small one, so my luck on the first day of class was truly exceptional.

After that, I had to wait at least another week until the next magic class. If we meet again, I will definitely ask him in detail about the acupuncture he performed with that mana. If you want a duel of magic and swordsmanship, I have no intention of backing down.

A peaceful night passed just like that.

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During advanced swordsmanship class, nothing happened that would worry Sheiden Rose. The precious imperial princes of the Sieran Empire didn’t even glance this way. Reading their faces and energy, I became intrigued upon realizing that the two of them were top-tier martial artists among the work-study students who wore uniforms at the entrance ceremony.

Born into a noble lineage, and yet they call it a “work scholarship.”

Upon careful consideration, the nobles here did not think it was beneath them to earn money directly.

He recalled the dozens of sponsorship documents that were in his father’s office, as well as the three times as many documents related to his business and leases.

The place where the emperor’s son serves with his body, and the nobles count and tally goods with their hands. A place where people of all social classes are gathered, educated, and re-educated to lead the country.

It was precisely because of such a place that Si-eon was able to achieve such national prosperity and military strength.

I hesitated, wondering whether to speak up, but then remembered that my own manners were not enough to address someone so esteemed, and I suppressed my curiosity. Instead, I stuck close to Claudian Youngsik and Benjamin.

He takes basic swordsmanship, advanced swordsmanship, and mana and aura classes with me. He was a friend who stayed by my side just as much as Shaiden.

The advanced swordsmanship class was filled with sparring and endless observation. There wasn’t much time to look away.

Out of thirty students, only ten were second-rate martial artists, and twenty were first-rate martial artists. Including me, the two royals didn’t seem that impressive.

Among them, more than half looked older, as if they had postponed their graduation for a few years, but they still wouldn’t have reached adulthood.

If I can endlessly learn from the unmanned of the flower realm, then what exactly is the problem with graduation?

First-rate martial artists fought desperately against each other, and second-rate martial artists did the same. They didn’t hesitate to use lethal moves against each other. Maelo Sanson, who was nearby, was able to stop it by grabbing the blade with an unseen hand at the most dangerous moment.

It felt like being a monkey playing on the palm of Buddha’s hand. The firm grip of the monkey king crushed the students’ fear.

After swinging the sword until his mouth was dry and the winner was determined, Sanson, the martial artist of Huakyung, personally explained step by step what was good, what was wrong, and where deeper thought was needed.

It was an excellent teaching method for both those who directly clashed swords and those who, having maximized their inner strength, observed the duel. Even in the empire, they shared and became familiar with the sword techniques of the talented individuals they had carefully selected.

From a distance, it appears slower than a black thousand-year-old tortoise, but up close, it moves as swiftly as a black venomous rattlesnake.

The swordsmen, who had become accustomed to life by repeatedly returning unscathed from the brink of death, having recognized the distance between close and far swords, had grown used to living. They swung their swords along their own paths without batting an eye at the sword coming straight for their throat.

My heart kept racing at the teaching method I had never imagined before.

“…we just need to correct it a bit.” You both did well, it was a very exciting match.

A single compliment was so sweet it could melt.

It felt like being a child who receives applause after taking their first steps. Even though I was once again walking the path I had taken over a decade ago, shivering with embarrassment, I couldn’t help but keep smiling.

My eyes sparkled as if I were drunk, and my facial muscles relaxed into a smile, and even though I already knew it myself, I couldn’t help it.

Is it because my body has aged, or has my heart also aged? As I swayed as if drunk, I could clearly feel the gazes on me. For no reason, I felt a surge of heat and fanned myself.

It wasn’t just waving the hand like a wing, but rather spreading the internal energy wide like a shield and sweeping it like a fan, creating quite a wind. Even though it was invisible to the eye, many who felt the energy burst out with hearty laughs, fake coughs, and chuckles.

“Our youngest seems to be in a really good mood.” How about it, Walter Organ? Losing to a thirteen-year-old.

“Is that what a typical thirteen-year-old looks like?” Very refreshing, yes.

In the duel with me, the lanky man who had lost, with his long hair braided and twisted up and placed on the back of his head, carelessly reached out and ruffled my hair. Even though my head was being pressed down hard, I didn’t resist because there was no malice in that hand.

Since I was born as the eldest in this land and had been arguing back since I was young, it felt strange to be treated as a child like this. As I nodded my head as they swung it around, the hand pressing down lost its strength.

My knees went weak at the gentle hand that stroked my hair more tenderly than my own father’s.

“Seeing you do it, I understand why you’re growing so fast, I get it.” Originally, children have better concentration. My youngest at home has read that princess book over eighty times.

“I’m the one, I’m the one.”

The hair, which was thin and voluminous, settled down neatly with just a few ruffles by a hand wet with sweat, which had been floating softly in a light pink hue.

While a few more hands patted the round head, Sanson, who had become accustomed to my piercing gaze in just two days, gathered the students once more and received another pledge.

“The sparring we’re doing now is draining all the energy in your body, whether it’s mana or stamina.” But in real combat, you shouldn’t do it this way. What is the reason for that?

“Real combat is three times harsher than practice!”

“Right.” And at the end of victory?

“We need to open an escape route!”

“Yes, heroes of the Empire.” After capturing the largest and most fearsome monster, our task is to lead our weary bodies and injured comrades, beat the goblin scum to death, and return to safety.

“Yes, Master!”

“To be the first to advance and the last to retreat, you must always conserve your strength.” For the next month, we will practice fighting with all our might, and after that, we will practice conserving our energy. In a month, everyone here will have had more than five sparring sessions. Squeeze out your energy until wrinkles form on your forehead. Got it!”

“Yes, Master!”

In this glorious place, it was only natural for the memories of the Central Plains to seep in once again.

Killing a monster is such a brave and faithful act, yet killing a human is filled with mockery, self-comfort, and compromise to the very end. How desperate it must be.

Thousands of zombies that would rise again even after being killed and demons that were rampaging to absorb human energy appeared in sight, and they shook their heads to shake it off.

Alright, let’s eat! I followed the crowd as they rushed out. The top of my head still tingled.

This way, Mikael. The name Benjamin called me by, as he dragged me along, suddenly felt unfamiliar. I suddenly became curious about who had won the final battle between the Murim Alliance and the Heavenly Demon Cult.

I can assure you that neither side would have been a complete victor.