Chapter 34
34 – Breaking Namgung (3).
The class continued.
The first thing to do was to learn the art of the mind.
Imperial Sword Style and its mental technique, Changgung Great Archery Martial Art, Changgung Nonchalant Sword Technique.
And the martial art known as Infinite Steps.
There was much to master.
‘It’s not even a blank slate.’
Nam Hyelin had already learned many things with her ‘eyes’.
As a result, some bad habits were deeply ingrained.
Even the art of the mind had holes in it.
Proper mental technique did not come naturally to her, but that was only natural.
Everything needed to be fixed and taught anew.
The duration of this was one month.
Although she confidently said so, even an adept examiner might not make the best use of that time.
It was a short period, but…
‘If it’s that talent that Yoo Eunchae mentioned.’
Perhaps everyone will be completely accustomed to it.
I hoped, but pretended not to.
I had to push myself harshly.
What Nam Hyelin needs right now is not a carrot.
Only a whip.
I had to learn quickly.
“First, you will learn the Simbeop.”
“Yes.”
“Fortunately, you are relatively better. If you had learned the Chilryongsimbeop or whatever is taught here, you would have had to go back further.”
“Is Chilryongsimbeop a bad Simbeop?”
“Yeah. It’s not a very good one.”
I quickly gather my internal strength, but it’s not very refined.
There are too many drawbacks to changing the Simbeop subject in the middle.
Most people could live their whole lives just with that, but he’s not an ordinary kid.
So I was fortunate.
“Namgung’s Simbeop. Changgungdaeyeonsingong. First, you will learn that.”
“Isn’t that the Simbeop of the Royal Swordsmanship?”
“Right. You should learn the Royal Sword form before the Brain Sword.”
Originally, I was going to teach the Brain Sword first, but I changed my mind after hearing Yoo Eunchae’s words.
“I will recite the hexameter, so memorize it.”
“Yes.”
[In Namgung’s sky, there is the celestial realm. However, Namgung does not have the celestial realm. To contain the celestial realm, there must be an emperor…]
After that, I was taught which meridian to transfer the Jin-ki to.
“Have you memorized it?”
“Yes, I’ve memorized it all. But I have one question.”
“What is it?”
“What is the meaning of the first hexameter that comes out?”
“Namgung’s sky is the celestial realm?”
“Yes.”
“It’s sim-sang.”
“…Sim-sang?”
“Yes, it’s sim-sang.”
The hexameter is what the first Muin saw and created.
So, in a way, the hexameter is like a diary.
It awakens what is inside oneself.
At first, it may seem like nothing, but it becomes more important as it progresses.
Sang-gyeok.
When reaching that state, one carves oneself into the world, because they can bring out that sim-sang.
“I see.”
“Isn’t there quite a bit of information spread around here?”
“…Yes.”
“Anyway, let’s move on to the next. Once you’ve mastered the meditation technique, try unfolding it.”
Nam Hye-rin adjusted her sitting posture and began to practice the meditation technique.
The claim of memorizing it at once seemed true as she was employing it properly.
After a brief moment, Nam Hye-rin opened her eyes.
“Well done.”
“Thank you.”
“Then shall we move on to the real thing?”
“The real thing?”
I raised the wooden sword.
“Open your eyes wide and watch.”
I held the wooden sword.
Taking another one, I threw it towards Nam Hye-rin.
She caught it skillfully and looked at me.
“What’s this?”
“Didn’t I mention before? Experiencing the real thing is better than just hearing various theories.”
Swish!
I gradually summoned the energy in my body.
Rather than a refined posture, I imbued a more dynamic energy into the sword.
—
Oooh!
The energy was vibrating slowly on the wooden sword.
The energy around was overflowing.
I took a step.
I looked at Nam Hye-rin with a graceful posture.
“Try it once.”
Middle sword and sub-sword.
A sword that combines the two.
“This is the Emperor’s sword of Namgung.”
I raised the sword.
*
It’s breathtaking.
For a moment, it felt like someone else, an immense momentum was coming out of Han Seo-jin.
‘…!’
Nam Hye-rin asked this.
‘It’s hard to breathe.’
Momentum.
Just that can overwhelm the opponent.
It felt like being watched by the most gigantic giant in the world.
That’s why I could smile.
This is the Imperial Sword Form.
Ah, this man really intends to pass me that sword.
He raised the wooden sword.
Nam Hye-rin opened her eyes wide.
“Heavy.”
The body is heavy. It’s hard to breathe. To entrap the opponent.
Yet the opponent was moving freely.
Namgung’s family head, the elder, had only spoken empty words.
They said that with the Imperial Sword Form, one could become the emperor.
And that they could return to being a loser and move as a loser again.
I think I know why they said such things.
Seeing it in front of my eyes, there seemed to be a power in the wooden sword that could divide the world.
“Are you ready?”
“……Yes!”
Han Seo-jin moved.
A heavy step.
Thud.
Even one step feels heavy. Han Seo-jin raised the sword.
The process seems endlessly slow.
Slow enough to dodge right away.
‘It’s unavoidable.’
However, ironically, it’s unavoidable.
The momentum suppresses oneself.
It’s not that kind of feeling.
The intuition as a prosecutor.
Blocking every escape route, a sword poised against oneself.
Hence, an endlessly arrogant sword.
A sword that forces the opponent to choose between two options.
“Will you take a hit from my sword and die now, or will you block my sword and prolong your life a bit more?” Han Seojin’s eyes seemed to say this.
And it was true.
“The Imperial Sword Formation is not a sword that pressures the opponent.”
“What?”
“It merely amplifies power throughout the body with a mana wave that boosts sword strength. It applies pressure on the opponent using this.”
Studying extreme legal principles was necessary.
And mana control ability had to be tremendous.
At the very least, basic mana manipulation had to be surpassed effortlessly to use it properly.
Mid-sword and reverse-sword.
This sword, combining those two, is an endlessly arrogant sword.
One strike.
Containing the decisive blow, it restricts the opponent’s movements.
And the swift sword, the changing sword, and the powerful sword are mixed to kill the opponent.
Just a fatal blow that captures that essence.
That is the eclipse of the Emperor’s Sword Style.
“This is a swordsmanship that becomes more enjoyable as it progresses to the later stages.”
That’s why we are only teaching the early stages of the eclipse.
I didn’t call myself a genius for no reason.
The one who created the Emperor’s Sword Style was truly a genius.
“What is the intermediate sword?”
It made me contemplate that.
The powerful sword carries power efficiently.
The swift sword cuts through gaps.
The intermediate sword molds its own framework into the world.
It sees through the opponent and determines the outcome in a single moment.
That’s why the intermediate sword is heavy.
The changing sword molds the world’s framework onto itself.
It has the determination to kill any opponent.
That’s why it is the changing sword.
The combination of these two, the Emperor’s Sword Style, is difficult to master.
There are various reasons why it is comparable to the Taoist’s Taegeuk Hyegeom and the volcanic Jaha Sword Technique.
Han Seojin looked at Nam Hye Rin.
The Ultimate Solar Eclipse.
Even if I were to transmit only this much.
“It should be easy to defeat Nanggung Mirey or whatever her name is.”
However, the process of getting there is not easy.
“Just to master one solar eclipse, do I have to run myself to death for a month?”
Everything I’ve taught so far in the class is merely basic.
Just “basic.”
And if there’s a basic, there’s an advanced level, and there’s a level above that.
“Well, what can I do.”
Until then, there’s no way other than training to death.
“Are you ready?”
“…Yes.”
It was evident that they were nervous, sweating cold.
That’s why I liked it.
“All the weak-willed ones are collapsing with weak legs.”
Proof that they’ve at least crossed the minimum line.
Han Seojin swung the sword as it was.
*
Han Seojin’s class.
It was currently filled with silence.
Simply because it was tough.
That was part of it, but Han Seojin was also tired of controlling Nam Hyerin.
“Could someone die from this?”
“Surely not….”
Yoo Eunchae thought the extent was enough to make her wonder, but perhaps it was possible.
She glanced at Nam Hyerin.
“Gasp, gasp.”
She was fading away.
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Her eyes had lost focus, mechanically breathing to stay alive.
She had long surpassed the limits of her body. She persisted only with her mind.
“Still, it’s enviable.”
“That…?”
Abel’s words startled Yoo Seoran beside him.
“She’s gotten stronger. You might not realize, Yoo Seoran, who hones her inherent abilities, but Nam Hyerin’s movements are completely different from before receiving the professor’s intensive training.”
“Right. From birth, the momentum. Everything has changed. It sounds like not just a month of training but years.”
“The issue is cramming those years’ worth of training into less than a month….”
Yet the results are outstanding.
At first, it seemed like someone might die, but seeing how she manages to keep up, it makes you wonder if there’s a plan.
“The problem is the enormous budget that’s being drained.”
Every time, Han Seojin roamed around, loudly insisting, “Just trust me.”
The principal didn’t even bother to think about what they were thinking.
“They must be seeing something in their eyes.”
That’s why Abel doesn’t touch Hansujin.
He speaks informally to the principal, but the principal doesn’t touch on it at all.
Even though it would have almost killed anyone else who spoke informally.
“It wasn’t the eyes of a young master of the Cheolhyeol Swordsmen.”
The eyes when the principal looks at Hansujin.
Abel had seen those eyes a few times.
Eyes that see those who have reached a similar level as oneself.
“Hoo…hoo…”
Nam Hye Rin ran. Her body begged for rest, but she forced herself to run.
“What does it matter if a child of low birth has a little talent?”
Her own exceptional sister had looked down on her.
“hehehehe, our daughter has grown up beautifully. hehehe.”
The child who gave birth to her had felt resentment when looking at her.
“No matter how many times you look, will it be of any use? You were born with half a penny from the family and haven’t received proper training in martial arts.”
The warriors of the Namgungsega.
They didn’t see her as a person.
They didn’t give her the martial arts of the Namgungsega, saying they would turn her into a dark sword.
Of course, she is also a person.
With a sword as her companion, even if it dulled her emotions, she yearned for revenge.
But Nam Hye Rin couldn’t afford to do so.
However.
Han Seo Jin was different.
He saw her as Nam Hye Rin herself, devoid of any s*xual desires.
He didn’t sympathize with her even when she spoke about her past.
He simply saw her as Nam Hye Rin.
He looked at her with those eyes.
“I have to repay.”
She had received an overwhelming favor.
From the vanished Emperor Sword Style of the Namgoong Clan and its corresponding laws.
And she had properly learned the Law of Infinite Violet.
So.
This physical pain meant nothing.
She had endured much greater hardships before.
In less than a month, she pushed herself relentlessly.
She had lost consciousness forcefully more than five times from the physical strain, and her steps faltered every time she walked.
Lunchtime was used to torture her body.
She learned the laws and swordsmanship in the evenings.
Nam Hye Rin forced her trembling body to rise and went to the training room.
“Ms. Nam Hye-rin?”
“…Why, Shin Yura?”
“I have something to ask the professor.”
Shin Yura pushed her hair behind her ear and looked at Nam Hye-rin.
Her body felt exhausted.
Can she receive training in that condition?
“…The professor treated me.”
“I see.”
Nam Hye-rin responded as if she had sensed the situation.
“…”
“…”
Silence fell.
Shin Yura organized once again in her mind what she wanted to ask the professor and walked towards him.
“…?”
Puzzled.
It felt like the training ground had strangely lowered.
“No, lowered? What a strange thing to say.”
The personal training room is equipped with various protective spells and sturdiness, prioritizing secrecy.
Therefore, it is impervious to most attacks.
Thunk.
As Shin Yura entered the training room, her eyes were dull.
In the center of the training ground.
There, it seemed like multiple bombs had exploded, creating a tense atmosphere.
“What is this?”
“The teacher was demonstrating.”
“A demonstration?”
What kind of magic should one use to prevent such a thing?
With a gaze full of questions, Yura looked at Professor Shin.
But Han Seojin was different now.
He exuded an overwhelming force in all directions.
A force so powerful that killing someone wouldn’t be unusual.
Gulp.
Swallowing her saliva, Yura made up her mind.
Who on earth had provoked that person to make them look so upset?
There were many suspects.
Starting from the foolish and stupid Yoo Eunchae to those with brains comparable to hers, like the villainous Kang Woonak and Seo Boram.
Or even some professors who couldn’t properly teach.
As she pondered such thoughts, Han Seojin approached.
“What is it?”
“Ah, ah! Wait, don’t suddenly aah like that!”
Shin Yura fell backward, hitting her head on the wall, and whimpered.
What’s going on?
Han Seojin looked at Shin Yura with a pathetic expression.
“Well, um….”
“I came because there’s something I want to ask.”
Nam Hyerin spoke with a sharper voice than before.
“hehehehe.”
Shin Yura quickly composed herself and packaged herself again with a helpless look.
“I came because there’s something I want to ask, huk.”
However.
Nevertheless, Han Seojin’s momentum was still intimidating.
Even though he was right in front of her, he exuded a force that could kill her dozens of times.
“Ah, sorry. Let me bring out the ‘unmanned’ for a moment.”
Han Seojin’s force disappeared for a moment.
He had the same unsettling appearance again.
‘Did he change that at once?’
In an instant, he became a different person.
The usual professor Han Seojin.
“What is it?”
“I was curious about advanced magic…”
“…Have you already reached that level?”
Surprised eyes.
Shin Yura shrugged her shoulders, leaned forward a bit, and looked for praise.
“Yes, I was chosen by magic.”
“Right, right. I see. Hye Rin, you should take a private lesson for a while.”
“Yes.”
Han Seo-jin was briefly surprised, but then his expression changed.
It was as if he wasn’t surprised by such things.
Unconsciously, Shin Yura puffed out her cheeks at that attitude and asked about something else.
“But how did you do that?”
“I swung the sword.”
“…What?”
“Maybe it’s been a while. I made a slight mistake in controlling the power.”
The aftermath became significant, prioritizing Nam Hye-rin’s safety.
She ended up creating a crater with a diameter of 10 meters.
“What kind of swordsmanship is that, exactly…?”
Shin Yura stopped there.
It’s an impolite question.
However, Han Seo-jin said without hesitation.
“Imperial Sword Trial.”
“Imperial Sword… Yes?”
Shin Yu paused her words.
Imperial Sword Trial.
She had heard a lot about it.
It had fallen into obscurity for now, but there was a time when it was called the greatest swordsmanship under the heavens, the Namgung Clan’s Imperial Sword Technique.
And Han Seojin had grasped it.
“That’s….”
Many questions swirled in her mind.
Starting from where he found it, to learning it and becoming enemies with Namgung Se Ga.
But the ultimate destination of it all was inevitably Professor Han Seojin.
“If it’s him…”
He will resolve it without any problems.
He has the track record for it.
Shin Yu still remembered.
His figure as he single-handedly dealt with the zombie horde and decimated the corpse lords.
“But aren’t you pushing it too much? Even if Nam Hye Rin is known to be venomous…”
Shin Yu’s worried voice.
“Don’t worry.”
Han Seojin spoke with a confident voice.
“I’ll win.”
And then.
The day of the assembly dawned.