286. East, Yue Kingdom (13)
“I am Ja-wol’s disciple and her lover. I have come to destroy this seal.”
My declaration resonates quietly throughout the dojo.
“”……””
If not everyone, at least those who knew who Jawol was, I could feel the flinching through the feeling.
[What on earth did you say…]
Sierra, covering her mouth with her sleeve, slaps me on the back.
Didn’t you ask me to provoke you?
Is there anything more provocative than the director’s daughter’s lover coming to visit and breaking the seal?
“…What’s the fuss?”
Soon, an old woman came out from a stately building that appeared to be the main building of the dojo and asked.
A sick old woman.
This is my first time hearing your voice.
[ Damn old woman… She was alive after all… ]
She was presumed to be Sierra’s biological mother.
“Godmother, you don’t have to come out.”
“That’s enough. What does that young man want by pointing a knife at you?”
I sheathed my sword at her voice.
Soon, a large man approaches the old woman and whispers something in her ear.
“Well… She claims that she is Jia Yue’s disciple. Not only that, but she is also saying that he is her lover…”
With excellent hearing, their whispers could be heard clearly, and soon the old woman’s eyebrows twitched.
“Lover…?”
“Yes… I think he might be a crazy person or a fraud…”
Soon, the coughing old woman caught her breath and asked me.
“Hey, young man… How old are you?”
“I’m twenty this year.”
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“If the Ja-wol you mentioned is alive, do you know what her age will be this year?”
Well, that will happen as expected.
She and Chris, the sword saint who shared her sword in her youth, had whitish white hair, so she would have been in a strange situation if Sierra had survived.
But that was probably a good thing.
“Nothing like age can stop me.”
In the first place, she is not in a ‘state’ where her age can be considered.
“…Hmm, he’s Jawol’s disciple.”
“……”
I nodded quietly.
She was old, and her name as an NPC was ‘sick old woman’, so even though it was clear that she was suffering from a chronic illness, she was slightly crushed by the old woman’s well-honed blade.
Is it because she is the woman who gave birth to and raised Jawol Sierra, not anyone else?
Soon the old woman turned her back and slowly continued speaking.
“But that b*tch didn’t raise her sword in reverse like you did. If she was going to deceive others, she should have gotten the information right first.”
What she said also made sense.
It was after Sierra left her home that she made a reversal.
“Jinbong.”
“Yes, godmother.”
A large man named Jinbong slightly lowered his head and answered.
“This is the guy who dared to point a sword at Sakwol. Make it impossible for him to leave the dojo on his own two feet.”
“Yes!”
Soon, Jinbong strides towards me.
[ That damn old woman… Doesn’t even care to listen to people… ]
Sierra flailed her arms to show her anger, but it was only natural since we were the ones who provoked her.
“Young friend, is this your first time in Yue Guo?”
“I should say this is the first time…”
Do you also punish things that happened in your past life?
“As you will see when you meet the soldiers of the Wolguk later, there are many people who have visited the Sakwol dojo. For the soldiers of the Wolguk, this dojo is no different from a sacred place. That is why retired centurions like me are guarding this place.”
“I see.”
I heard he looked strangely angular. I guess he was a retired soldier.
Seeing as Sierra didn’t know much about him, Jinbong seemed to be someone who came into the dojo after she left her house.
Soon, Jinbong lifts the heavy mace that was standing between the wooden swords.
“Even though I retired early due to injury… I’m not so rusty that I can’t catch even a blind swindler.”
This is my first time using a mace.
Anyway, I didn’t come here to see blood, so I wondered if I should at least pick up a wooden sword, but it was nice to have less work to do.
“I don’t have a hobby of messing with people who are physically uncomfortable… But if you offend my godmother, I won’t tolerate it.”
Huh!
Jin Feng took a deep breath and twisted her waist sharply.
ㅡBoo!
His heavy mace cut the wind with a harsh sound and flew straight toward my leg.
I simply raised my sword at an angle toward his mace.
For a split second, Jinbong relaxed slightly at my calm attitude.
If I had been hit directly, my leg would not have been broken, but would have been completely shattered.
‘The judgment is unfortunate.’
It’s not the time to worry about others.
ㅡCard deukdeukdeuk!!!
The mace that hit the red-bladed ‘Sierra’ splits in half.
However, because Jinbong lost his strength, he was not able to give out half of it completely.
“Huh…?”
Jinbong’s mouth opens wide.
The mace, which should be considered a piece of high-purity iron itself, was split cleanly as if the head had been cut off.
And that too with a sword that is thin compared to a mace.
He, too, seemed to be in disbelief as he held up the split mace and looked around with wide eyes.
“Brother Jinbong’s mace…”
“How did it split?”
“Is he really Jia Yue’s disciple?”
The ear-piercing sound that echoed through the dojo drew the attention of everyone in the dojo, and soon the whispers of the officials were heard.
Thanks to this, the old woman’s steps as she tried to enter the building stopped.
“…You said you wanted to break the seal. What a b*tch-like idea.”
Soon the old woman entered the building and continued speaking again.
“Please come in. I think we need to check if you are really Jia Yue’s disciple.”
Is it a feeling that somehow it worked out?
Sierra was holding her forehead as if she had a headache, but I liked that she seemed to have definitely left an impression at this level.
Well, in a way, I guess I came here for a meeting.
***
The floor contains the long tradition of Sakwol Dojo.
The floor was soaked with the blood and sweat of countless people who had passed through the dojo.
The officials who were kneeling on the floor and sitting in a reverential posture closed their eyes tightly, as if they were staring at an ugly looking devil.
ㅡCudangtang!
A man wearing a uniform falls.
It was a sight I could not bear to see with my eyes open.
“Following Brother Jinbong, Brother Doichi…”
“If you do this, won’t you really end up breaking the seal?”
“Arthur, what can you do if you step forward? That blind man in front of you is not just a strong man. If I had to say it, I would say he is the worst of evils.”
“Are you evil?”
The official, who was relatively new, asked the official with a grave look.
“He is thoroughly trampling on his opponent. Like a ferocious beast playing with a fawn. I don’t know if he is really Ja-wol’s disciple, but it is clear that he is someone you don’t want to have as an enemy.”
Zetto, who was waiting for his next opponent while listening to this, thought to himself.
‘I just wasn’t using Yeokcheon…’
Soon, the old woman who was the owner of the dojo asked.
“Why doesn’t he use Jia Yue’s sword?”
“Why not bring it up only when a worthy opponent appears?”
“Insolent guy… Shuri. You go out next.”
With her voice, a woman sitting on the floor walks in front of Zeto.
‘Necklace…?’
Scattering energy Zeto sensed a necklace of familiar energy in her arms and organized her thoughts as he adjusted her bandages for no reason.
Sierra, on the other hand, was interested in something else.
[ That posture… How can I do it? ]
Shuri’s posture while holding a sword.
It was a preparatory move for Jawol that Sierra had made earlier.
It was strange that Sierra, the person who created Jawol, had no disciples other than Zeto.
“I will not allow you to insult Sierra any longer.”
Shuri was one of the people who deeply respected Jia Yue. Having heard the story of Jia Yue from her father since her childhood, she could not help but pay her respect to Jia Yue as the woman who held her sword.
Meanwhile, a blind man whom he had never heard of appeared, claiming to be his disciple and lover.
It was absurd for him to claim to be her disciple when he couldn’t even write Jawol.
“I’ll show you what the true Jawol is…”
Shuri clenched her teeth.
I will defeat him and make sure that Jia Yue’s reputation is not damaged.
With that promise, she swung her sword.
The purple sword light flashes in a semicircle.
Jeto took a leap forward in time.
[ This is amazing perfection. Who on earth taught this? First of all, she is not the real girl. ]
Sierra, who was next to him, was impressed when she saw Shuri’s sword.
[ Disciple, do you need to explain what kind of sword Jayue is? ]
“……”
Zeto, who landed lightly on the floor, shook his head barely noticeable.
If it was Sierra Ryu Jawol, it was a sword technique he knew well.
After all, it was a swordsmanship he had used dozens of times in the game.
“Huh!”
Shuri charged once again.
Jawol consists of a total of six types of herbivores.
It is made up of candles that imitate the shape of the moon in the following order: new moon, first moon, full moon, last moon, and last moon. Among these, the one to be most careful of is the full moon.
But did she learn Manwol?
Zeto, who was curious about this, predicted the sword paths of the herbivores he knew and avoided Shuri’s sword with minimal movement.
“Ugh… Ugh…!”
Shuri is so frustrated that no matter how much she swings her sword, it doesn’t hit her, she’s about to die.
Ironically, the black-haired man, who was covering her eyes with a bandage because he was blind, was able to avoid her sword by only a piece of paper.
Jawol’s sword, which was said to be the pinnacle of elegance, could not reach him.
“Haa… Haa…”
In the end, my physical strength reached its limit.
“Whoa…”
Shuri, sheathing her sword in desperation, slowly catches her breath and looks around her.
She was sending a silent signal to her officials.
“…Is there something strange?”
“That crazy b*tch… It looks like he’s definitely planning on using that in the dojo!”
“Evacuate quickly!”
The officials rush out of the dojang in a huff.
Zeto smiled as he waited for her, and Sierra also touched her chin curiously.
“Godmother, just a moment…”
Jin Bong blocked the old woman’s path.
Soon, after checking the surrounding situation, a change occurs in Shuri’s body.
The mana in her body was gathering into one point around her waist where the sword was.
[ Coming. ]
It didn’t matter how she mastered that skill.
The full moon was about to rise in the blue sky.
Manwol, located in the final stage of Jawol, is an herbivore that indiscriminately fires black energy in a certain radius.
The sword energy pours out in countless numbers, and eventually the sword energy draws a purple full moon.
Despite knowing this, Zeto leisurely walked towards Shuri who was on the other side of her.
‘What are you planning…?’
After avoiding the sword so far, does she not even know she is in danger?
‘There is nothing more to think about.’
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Eliminate those who try to tarnish Jawol’s reputation. That was the only thought in Shuri’s mind.
Soon, as soon as she fired the sword at her waist, the condensed sword energy began to pour out in all directions around her.
Shuri’s movements, which were moving at high speed, were like a kind of sword dance.
In that split-second, Shuri, who was rotating her body, witnessed a strange sight.
The inner energy flowing through the blind person’s body is distorted.
ㅡKaang!!! Cancan!!!
Sounds of friction erupt one after another in the air of the dojo.
The embers that flew out when iron collided with each other were reminiscent of fireworks.
In an unknown situation, the blind man, who was not even swinging his sword, calmly approached Shuri, as if he was not afraid of the sword fire coming at him.
Soon, he thrust his sword at Shuri’s neck, who was exhausted from the sword dance.
“Stop!”
The cry of an old woman in the dojo mediated this.
The old woman, who was closing her eyes tightly, shook her head and declared.
“That’s enough. I admit it. You are Jawol’s, my daughter’s student.”
***
ㅡSseu-eup.
The sound of hot tea being sipped.
In a room filled with silence, a clicking sound was occasionally heard as water filled the bamboo bucket used to landscape the yard.
The old woman put down her teacup and spoke to me in a disapproving voice.
“… Even though I raised my daughter wrong, I raised her quite wrongly. I brought her a little boy who didn’t even have blood on his head as my mate.”
Director of the Sakwol Dojo, Ayako.
She was Sierra’s biological mother.