55. Festival (3)
Lee Do-jin operated the Reverse Sky God. In the form of a body spirit, the reverse heaven god filled Lee Do-jin’s entire body.
And in that state, the momentum was condensed at the tips of his toes. As the living creatures that disturbed the air like a haze gathered in one place, the shadow slowly slanted.
Distortion.
As he realized that it was possible to distort the phenomenon only with momentum, dozens of realizations fluttered in Lee Do-jin’s head at the same time.
It would be possible to cause distortion even with a colorless sword burning on a wooden sword.
-Go against the law.
There was a lot in the words that Sword Emperor Dan Chun-wu once spat out about Yeok-cheon.
A colorless sword surged from the wooden sword.
The atmosphere is distorted. In Lee Do-jin’s image, a picture of something bloomed.
It was also one of the many trees in the world of Misteltein.
It was ‘thorn tree’.
Thin thorns sprouted from the vertical sword. Thorn tree.
The atmosphere shook violently.
The thorns that stretched out slowly tore the atmosphere according to Lee Do-jin’s will.
The mangongbo spread from Lee Do-jin’s feet stretched along with the thorns of the thorn tree.
The Sword Demon laughed.
This goddamn kid was pretending to be a ghost boy just by seeing it once.
And it did not stop at using momentum, but also used sword skills to unfold the mystery of distortion.
‘You become as strong as breathing.’
Surado.
The sword path that walked through that place is absorbed.
To that talented kid. The Sword Demon was quite amused by that fact.
It was because I was convinced that I could leave something behind in this world.
The swordsmanship of the two swordsmen exploded one after another.
The sun goes down.
Lee Do-jin completely absorbed the sword ghost’s ghost spirit.
With your own.
***
When I got home, I planned to fall asleep soon.
After clashing swords with the sword ghost for half a day, her body was exhausted.
But something got on my nerves.
Dream-frame!
The King of the Great Forest.
A small tree spirit that didn’t look like its plausible name at all wriggled.
It must be a cry for touch.
I picked him up.
While meditating, I slowly stroked his body.
Every time I touched him, his body trembled. But today’s reaction was different. Blue light began to flow from the rooted area.
Soon after, the voice of Mistiltein, who entered the advice ego state, rang in my head.
[The ‘King of the Great Forest’ tries to make a ‘spirit contract’ with the master.]
Suck!
The king of the Great Forest began to draw something with a dainty tree branch serving as his right-hand man.
Looked like a contract employee.
I put my right hand on the contract team.
A green light slowly flowed from my palm. This was not a type of energy, but it seemed to be the materialized form of Misteltein’s power.
[The spirit contract has been completed.]
Sleep-
The tree was suddenly uprooted. Then, it climbed slowly on the back of Lee Do-jin’s hand and wrapped around his neck.
“…Aren’t they usually in some kind of spirit realm? What about the spirits?”
It stung my body like a snail without a home. He is a tree in appearance. He seemed to be looking at a crustacean. Fortunately, it was only on the outside, but not tactile or anything like that.
[You have been informed by the ‘King of the Great Forest’. Interpretation begins.]
[It is said that it does not affect the master’s movement at all.]
Even if it doesn’t affect the body, it does affect the emotions.
[It is said to be a contact to communicate with the spirit contractor.]
“Does he have a name? Other than grandiose titles like King of the Great Forest.”
[I have answered ‘Khan’.]
Even the name is grandiose.
***
Saturday.
I opened my eyes. Today, for the festival next week, we headed to the That senior Yeon Si-mun kept talking about.
Unlike other club rooms, the gymnastics club was in the form of a gymnasium. The wooden floor caught my eye.
The first male senior cadet saw me and pretended to know me.
He was strong-boned, showing off his muscular physique even though he was wearing gym clothes. Indeed, even on weekends, he was like a person who always resided in the club.
“Ah, you’re the representative of freshmen this year. I’ve heard a lot from senior poetry.”
I lowered my head.
“Yes, hello.”
“Would you wait a minute? Senior Shimun is eating bread inside.”
11 Am.
It was an ambiguous time to eat anything by my standards.
A woman with silver hair was wearing a black gym suit with a tank top.
“W.”
That absurd greeting from senior Yeonsi Moon, which he had heard so far, stuck in his ears. I heard a bit of a malaise today.
It sounded like that because he had bread in his mouth. Yeonsimun finished the bread wildly.
“Cream, red beans.”
What does this mean again?
Are you asking which one is better, cream or red beans?
Originally, I don’t eat bread often, but if I had to, it was red beans.
“…Red beans?”
“Passed.”
It looks like he was eating red bean bread.
“What kind of event are you planning to do at the club during the festival?”
At my words, Senior Shimun suddenly put her arm forward.
“Arm wrestling.”
“Arm wrestling?”
“Chi, Aura, Mana cannot be used. Pure body physical.”
“That’s nice.”
Certainly, if an arm wrestling match was won with pure physical strength, there was a chance that an accidental winner would emerge from the Faculty of Magic as well.
When I walked around the academy, I saw students from the Faculty of Magic who didn’t look like wizards at all.
“You have to fight with me purely physically.”
“Yes?”
At the sudden words of Yeon Si-mun, nonsense came out of my mouth, but the senior cadet next to me laughed as if it was a normal thing.
“You’ve lost a lot of troops again.”
It seems that it is quite common to apply for sparring like this.
“Bring a uniform to your junior.”
“Yes, senior. Mr. Dojin, follow me.”
When I followed the senior cadet, he gave me a white uniform.
“Are you fighting wearing only this?”
The senior cadet smiled.
“Because it’s not a fight. Simun-senpai does this every day. Literally sparring.”
After hearing that, I put on a white uniform without saying anything.
Senior Yeon Si-moon, wearing a black uniform, gave me a chin.
“Come up.”
A strange sense of intimidation emanated from the image of him wearing a black uniform with flowing silver hair.
“Have you ever learned martial arts properly? After entering the academy.”
Yeon Si-mun asked me with a smirk.
I tried to say no, but I was speechless.
Even now, in the world of Mistiltein, the face of King Hwang Bo Seryeong, who was almost certain to be eating something, shimmered.
I learned quite a lot to say I didn’t learn anything. Most of the time, it’s like learning over your shoulder while getting hit.
“A little bit.”
In the end, I had no choice but to answer like that.
“That’s right. The standing form is pretty scary.”
I just stand still.
Just looking at the other person’s arms, legs, and eyes at a glance.
That was the advice of King Hwang Bo Se-ryeong.
-It’s better to make people feel like they’re going to become a corpse if they act clumsily rather than clumsily stance.
-Stand still and watch your opponent move.
Hwangbo Seryeong’s advice seemed to be applicable in reality as well.
Yeonsimun stepped forward.
The air was crushed. The ground was trampled.
Hook!
Yeon Si-mun’s body attacked me like a beast. Just because he didn’t use ki, his movements couldn’t have been slow.
In the first place, even in a world where there was no such thing as ki or magic, the pro-choices were human weapons.
Yeon Si-mun’s palm rose from the bottom to the top.
I turned my head around.
The right arm of a martial artist who trained his body to the limit crossed the air.
Quack!
Yeon Si-mun immediately turned the tip of his toe to the right. There was no hesitation in the movement. I wrapped the right arm of the rushing Yeon Si-mun with my left hand and removed it.
I leaned back and raised my knees. I aimed for the senior’s abdomen, but Yeon Si-moon’s left hand caught my knee.
I twisted myself this time.
Pabababababak!
My senpai’s Kwon and Jang were intertwined in dozens of ways. Depending on the color of the uniform, black and white embroidered the air here and there.
I could see a smile on senior Yeon Si-moon’s lips.
“It’s clumsy, but it’s strong. It’s amazing.”
Shhh!
The senpai narrowly avoided her feet. A cool wind hit his face. Her legs were clipped so fast that she didn’t even think about trying to grab and hold.
Whoa.
I could hear the senior breathing. A heavy breath was coming out of my mouth.
Even if we don’t open our mouths and confirm each other’s intentions. Seniors and I knew. Now is the time to fight.
She stepped out.
She swung her sword at the senior’s neck.
Puck!
The senior’s palm lightly hit my abdomen.
Chin!
The capital of my outstretched right hand did not reach the senior’s neck and was blocked by the crossed left arm.
Yeonsi Moon sunbaenim pulled me by the left arm and pulled me into his arms.
I saw the senior’s two shining eyes.
“I won.”
“…I lost.”
The senior’s attack was successful.
My attack was blocked, so the winner of this match was Yeon Si-moon.
Yeon Si-moon’s long silver hair flowed down my shoulder. Through her black uniform, she could see her sweaty body.
“Cancer, the winner should have this much initiative.”
At the beginning of the year, senior Moon hugged me as she was. Her touch and words were very natural, so I just hugged her.
“hahahaha!”
The senior laughed in a loud voice I had never heard before.
“It’s cute. Juniors.”
The senior stroked my hair.
A large man watching from the side opened her mouth wide.
“…Wow, you just say you’re cute, you’ve never hugged other people like this before, right?”
Senior Yeon Si-moon looked at the senior but didn’t look at him and continued to stare at me as he spoke.
“Especially cuter.”
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Senior Yeon Si-moon stared at me for a long time.
I knew he had a personality that didn’t matter whether or not someone was by his side, but I didn’t know he was this bold.
Then he got up.
“Let’s have lunch. Tonkatsu? Cole?”
“You ate bread a few minutes ago.”
“I just digested it while working out.”
“…Yes, let’s go.”
The three of us went into a pork cutlet restaurant across the academy.