I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 220

220. East, Hwaguk (8)

[ Zeto, why are you suddenly wearing clothes… ]

[ It’s a little hot. ]

[ I see. ]

The face of a girl with platinum hair turns red.

“You’ve been fooled. From what I’ve heard, you’re not a ninja, or a grave robber trying to dig up a grave. They’re just students who came up in the West chasing a man. Is it okay to kill them?”

Observing the three women through the scroll, Hanzo finally decided not to kill them.

He hoped that ninjas would enter this tomb at the risk of dying, overcome the gates, and gain enlightenment through training, not a place for pointless killing.

If there were ninjas who couldn’t even think of ninjas and panicked like that, they should of course be killed on the spot, but they didn’t seem to have anything to do with this tomb or ninjas.

“You’d better send it back outside the entrance.”

It was the moment when Hanjo was about to withdraw the order given to the wooden soldiers earlier and order them to place sleeping needles.

ㅡPoo-wook!

Suddenly, a platinum-haired girl who could be seen through the scroll pulls out a golden stick from her bosom, and immediately pierces the chest of a wooden soldier in the shape of Zeto.

[ Ms. Eisel…? ]

The wooden soldier’s performance did not end even when her chest was pierced, and soon she frowned at her.

[ Unpleasant. ]

[ What is that… ]

[ I can’t stand it anymore because it’s so unpleasant to dare to imitate and imitate Zeto. Why? Did you know you didn’t know You don’t smell of Jetto. ]

Blue sparks fly from her window as she tilts her head. Then, the wooden soldier’s whole body quickly burst into flames, and his disguise was released.

“Hmm…”

Hanzo scratched his head at Eisel’s bloody voice. When I turned her gaze a little, the other women’s reactions were not much different.

[ Aren’t you a Jeto cadet? ]

[ What do you mean, Miss Kaen? ]

[ I guess you couldn’t follow until the feeling? ]

[ Feeling…? ]

[ Oh, please just die at this point. Because it seems like a waste of time ]

This one, which was supposed to be Dohwa’s reincarnation, is also here.

[ I mean Jeto. He’s not a guy who takes off his clothes so easily, and he’s not a guy who doesn’t ask where others are in situations like this. To the point of frustration, he takes care of other people every time and every time. ]

It was the same with the red-haired woman.

The neck of the wooden bottle then soars, and the last remaining wooden bottle is reduced to ashes in the intense flames.

I thought I had completely fallen for the wooden soldier’s deception, but without any sign of anything, they figured out that the man in front of me was not Jeto.

“Did I underestimate them?”

I thought the acting of the wooden soldier was perfect.

Hasn’t he already directly observed things like Jetto’s tone and attitude?

Still, it was clumsy.

They were evaluating that.

“This is so… A ghost must mourn. My friend, what the hell did you do? There are so many women with eyes like that around you.”

Hanzo glanced at the murderous eyes of the women looking down at the wooden bottle, then shook his head.

Soon the three women walked down the aisle and came to a point.

[ Did everyone find anything? ]

[ Well, I didn’t see anything? ]

[ Me too. ]

The three women talked as if nothing was wrong with the wooden soldier they had just met before heading straight to the next gateway.

“They are talented women, so if you adjust the level of difficulty, you’ll be able to pass through the gate without too much trouble. Then where…”

As Hanzo recited, he turned his gaze to the scroll that Zeto was looking at.

“…”

However, only the remnants of the wooden bottle that was horribly broken remained there, and Zeto was nowhere to be seen.

“Where are you?”

Around the time when Hanzo was concentrating on finding his presence with his eyes closed.

ㅡ Kung kung kung!

Someone knocked on the door of Hanzo’s closet.

‘Genga passed through the last gate just because he missed it for a while…’

It was Jetto who stood behind the door.

Hanzo flicks his finger to open the door on the other side, and his pure white bandage is in his eyes.

“…Welcome. The ghost next to you must be Master.”

Then Hanzo was able to see Master’s face floating next to him.

It was a beauty with black hair and purple eyes.

[ Can you see the original woman? ]

As Hanzo addressed her, her Sierra tilted her head and asked.

“Since they are both dead, isn’t it natural that they see each other?”

I couldn’t confirm it with the scroll, but now that I’m face to face, I can confirm each other.

“You… Are you Hanzo? You’re already dead, leaving only your soul behind.”

Jeto strode into the closet and continued his words.

“Hmm… This place… So this building has a soul in it. It’s unique. I guess this entire tomb is you.”

“That’s right. It’s common to put the soul in armor like your master, but what I want is to nurture the next generation, not blood or slaughter. I couldn’t help it because the disciples died before the master.”

Sealing one’s own soul in a tomb in order to nurture future generations would be unthinkable without being quite insane.

[ That Hanzo was such an old man. ]

“For a ninja, you are lucky to have a long life. Unfortunately, you seem to have reached your end at a fairly young age. I am Hanzo, a ninja from the Chinese nation who was once called the great ninja.”

[ The original daughter is Jawol Sierra. ]

“…My name is Zeto.”

At the same time that each person was introduced, Jeto pondered over whether he should say his name or not, and ended the greeting in a simple way.

“So… I don’t think I came here to train as a ninja or to gain enlightenment… Originally, a reward should be given, but I don’t think I’m interested. You seem to have other business, What is it?”

Yes.

Hanjo knew that Zeto was the previous life of the Conqueror King, but he did not know why he came here or his purpose.

“I want two things. First, a treasure that will be here.”

“Isn’t there something like gold and silver that grave robbers covet?”

“However, I thought there would be a treasure here that is more valuable than any other gold or silver treasure for the present Hwaguk.”

“…Hwaguk? Are you a human from Hwaguk?”

“It’s not really like that, but I really need it for the future work.”

Jeto then went on to explain what kind of difficulties Hwaguk is currently experiencing.

In fact, Hanzo’s soul had been asleep for hundreds of years and was awakened when the entrance to the tomb was opened, so he had no way of knowing what was going on outside.

“Shinsoo… Haa… I told you to be very careful when dealing with shamans when I was alive…”

Hanzo sighed when he learned of the pathetic nature of the later ninjas.

“If that’s the case, then it looks like you need a ‘compass’ that can detect Shinsoo. But you can’t see a compass, can you? Master can help you?”

“Rather than using it myself, I think it would be enough to give it to Miko.”

“Oh, I see. Then what do you want second?”

“…”

In response to Hanzo’s question, Jeto took a moment to look at Sierra and finally opened her mouth.

“I had an unpleasant experience at the first gate. Apparently, Hanzo-sama seems to have a connection with my past, that is, my previous life… I would like to hear an explanation for that. If no satisfactory answer is forthcoming….”

“If not?”

“…Well, I’ve been thinking about what could be a valid threat to a ghost. For example, something like destroying this tomb where Hanzo’s soul is sealed. I haven’t decided yet. I hope I can stop worrying about this after I reveal it.”

“Heh heh…”

Hanzo smiled as he stroked his long beard.

‘You’re very angry…’

***

Meanwhile, on the train heading to Hwaguk, a demon was sitting with his horn hidden and a newspaper open.

‘If everything went according to schedule, Zeto-nim would probably be in the country of fire.’

It was Keraf.

I thought I wouldn’t have to follow him all the way to the east, but he urgently found Zeto because of valuable information that reached his ears.

But there was one problem: he was the boy sitting right next to him.

Keraf couldn’t concentrate on the paper at the moment.

“It smells…”

The silver-haired boy, clad in a shaggy rag, turned his head toward Keraf and sniffed him.

More than anything, what hindered his concentration was the large red coffin next to the boy.

‘Wasn’t that Jeto’s coffin…?’

Keraph, who watched Jeto’s funeral from a distance, was familiar with the engravings on the coffin.

I don’t know if the other passengers don’t notice or aren’t interested, but at least to Keraf, this boy holding the ‘Coffin of Zeto’ and heading for the ‘Country with Zeto’ has a premonition that can’t be interpreted any way. I was carrying a lot of

Ceraph tried not to make eye contact and pretended to concentrate on the newspaper, trying to guess what the boy might be.

‘A boy with silver hair. Holding a coffin He keeps sniffing.’

I don’t know anything else, but there was one person who I could guess about the bizarre act of sniffing and sniffing.

‘Wild dog…’

The boy next to him looked like a wild dog, but it was a ‘little boy’.

‘No matter how hard it is, there’s no way a wild dog can be this kind of kid. I can’t even see the ears or tail that can be said to be characteristic of the lycanthrope…’

Keraph shook his head and quickly cleared his head.

“Does it smell like something?”

Keraph asked, smiling as benignly as possible so as not to make the young boy feel frightened or suspicious.

Then the silver-haired boy replied indifferently.

“Now I get it. You…”

“Eh…?”

“…Not human?”

“Ah, this man doesn’t know what he’s talking about all of a sudden?”

“It’s okay. I’m not particularly human either. I’m a lycanthrope. What about you?”

“hahahaha, I…”

Keraph was looking for something suitable among different races that could hide his identity.

“Are you a demon?”

“……”

However, the boy’s resolute voice immediately leads to the boy’s troubles collapsing with colorless ease.

“I think so. I’m confident in sniffing.”

A silver-haired boy who rubs his nose and makes a proud expression.

‘I see. The wild dog must have been a little boy.’

Keraph, who accidentally found out new information about the ‘wild dog’, smiled lightly and prayed earnestly in his heart.

‘Zetto, help me…’