The Illegitimate Who Devours Weapons

Weapon-Eating Illegitimate Son

Episode 55

I can’t even guess how much time has passed.

When I came to, all I could see was a bloodless dream sky, brightly shining despite the absence of the sun.

“after.”

I took a deep breath and raised my upper body.

The lord was still standing in the center, staring into space with unfocused eyes.

‘This time… … is your sternum broken?’

Overwhelming difference.

It was the first time in my life that I felt that way about anyone other than my father.

‘It’s not meaningless though. I know now.’

At first, it was impossible to even feel the sword strike.

And only after clashing with the lord several more times was I able to figure out the reason for his strength.

The founder did not display any noble swordsmanship or possess any unidentified powers.

The source of the lord’s strength was… …. Simply put, it could be said to be the talent for finding the right answer.

‘The lord plays the optimal move at every moment.’

How to move your body, use your magic, and swing your sword.

Every time, I instinctively know this ‘optimal moment’.

That is why you can win even without using any special swordsmanship or techniques.

The most optimal move was the one that was more suitable than any other trick or technique in that situation.

Literally,

‘The essence of martial arts. Itself.’

That was the talent of the poet.

All of Shijo’s movements contain the essence of martial arts.

Basics, and fundamentals.

The founder simply maintained the essence of martial arts most faithfully.

‘The problem is that its essence is not something that can be simply said to be solid.’

Each and every essence has a depth comparable to the five principles.

Even a single downward strike, if the lord swings his sword, becomes an unavoidable fatal blow.

Only then did I understand the legend about the founder.

The expression ‘God of War’ was not at all unsuitable for the patriarch.

“Okay, that’s fine.”

He stood up again, taking up his sword.

I focused my whole mind on this moment like never before.

‘When did I ever have anything?’

He gripped the knife so tightly that his hands started to go numb.

I’ve never had anything come easy to me before.

I just had to struggle once again to see the sight that the lord was seeing.

widely-.

The ancestors moved.

‘Come on! Where on earth did you come from… …!’

Crunch-.

I sensed it right there and my neck snapped.

There was no need to recall, so I got up right away and ran to the lord again.

Phew!

My heart was stabbed.

Crunch!

My head is torn.

I was struck by swords in all sorts of ways, from all sorts of directions.

I didn’t think about it on purpose.

If we compare martial arts to architecture.

Anticipating your opponent or swinging your sword were like the steel frames that hold up the skeleton of a building.

Even if such things are not visible on the outside, it is easy to guess how they were built up.

And after that, the completed appearance with the walls plastered and the exterior trimmed could be called a herb garden, a bigi, or an oyster garden.

‘That’s not important.’

What I wanted to see now was not the external appearance of how the sword was swung or the path it took to dig in.

What is invisible to the eye. What is not easily guessed.

The floor of the building. I wanted to see the solid ground that underlies it.

Boom!

Another long time passed.

There was no time to rest.

I ran towards the ancestral spirit without rest.

For a moment.

My eyes were drawn to the swordsmanship of the ancestral spirit that I had never seen before.

It was such a simple blow.

A horizontal slash swinging from left to right, out of the corner of my vision.

Scratch!

But just looking at it, I fell down again.

But I clenched my fist.

“it’s okay.”

Once becomes twice, and twice becomes three.

As soon as I woke up, I started moving.

bang!

How much more time has passed?

I managed to block the ancestral sword’s blow.

Before I knew it, my movements were becoming monotonous, similar to Sijo’s.

Kagagagagak!

I dodged the ancestral sword for the first time.

bang!

For the first time, I was able to block Jay Gyeok.

From then on, he blocked the three attacks and shots, and finally succeeded in counterattacking.

Slowly, at some point, I was competing on equal terms with the lord.

Before I knew it, an aura began to linger on the tip of Shijo’s sword, and the same was true for me.

Phew!

And the moment I got there, my movements changed again.

‘My own fighting style is unconventional and free.’

Follow the black classics of the sijo master.

Follow the path of swordsmanship that has reached the pinnacle of classics.

That’s not the essence I’m supposed to create.

I had to handle all kinds of weapons and create a foundation on which all those skills could stand without wavering.

Bam! Bam! Crunch!

My movements, which had become monotonous for a moment, began to become complex and colorful again.

But if you look at each movement separately, it was a very basic movement.

It is not bound, changes with the times, but does not deviate from the basics.

Boom! Boom!

The shattering sound was different from the power that had been continuing until then.

The founder of the Sungmoo family.

A huge wall named Lee Hyul-Hyeon.

It’s the sound coming from that wall.

‘No, no.’

Only then did I realize the true purpose of the bloodless dream.

Those who gave up only thought about taking down the founder.

That’s why I was frustrated in front of the overwhelming wall called Lee Hyul-Hyeon.

‘That’s not the purpose of bloodless dreams. You shouldn’t do that.’

I had to break the wall with a chisel and a hammer.

But that wall is not the sijo.

It is me.

Breaking and splitting constantly, building a solid foundation that will never be shaken.

Kwaaang!

That’s how I began to look at things from the same eye level as the founder.

Before I knew it, I wasn’t pushed around, and neither was my ancestor.

Now that the struggle is over.

All that remains is victory.

If you were to stand at the same height, you had to look one step above to win.

‘What I have.’

Something that the founder did not have, and only I have.

-Your talent for magic is incredible. It overshadows everything else.

I remembered something my aunt once said.

Something that is mine and no one else has it.

My magical talent that is on a different level.

“Haaaaaap!”

Kookookookook!

Mujin suddenly transformed into a sharp sword, and an aura like the swirling wind formed at the tip of it.

Strong wind, strong force.

The unfocused eyes of the sijo look at me.

The sharp blade of the auror extended without hesitation across the front.

Crunch-.

and.

The wall came down.

* * *

thud-.

The mountain man, who was drinking in his room, felt a strange resonance.

Thud, thud-.

It sounded like a wall was collapsing.

‘What happened in the mountain…? No way.’

The mountain keeper was startled and jumped to his feet.

The mountain keeper, who had just performed his magic, ran towards the stone gate.

That’s right-.

The stone gate was scraping the ground, making a deafening sound.

And Inyoung walking out from there.

“her…….”

The mountain man’s eyes widened.

This is Lee Cheol.

In the end, this guy Lee Cheol passed the test.

* * *

I passed through the stone gate and headed to the treatment room.

In fact, there wasn’t a single injury on his body.

It was impossible for my body to be injured after fighting so fiercely in a fantasy, but I was in desperate need of mental rest right away.

“How was it?”

The mountain man followed me, but instead of entering the bath, he sat on the rock by my head.

The mountain man chuckled while gulping down a can of beer.

‘How was it?’

I couldn’t find the words to express it.

“Honestly, I never want to do it again.”

Regardless of victory or defeat, it was an experience I never want to feel again.

The founder of the Sungmoo clan, Lee Hyul-hyeon.

He was hopelessly strong.

“Hmm… why doesn’t it seem like anything has changed since I came in and came out? Did you take the test properly?”

“Then you must have been absent-minded all this time?”

“No. Hmm, that’s weird. Most of the kids who come out after kicking the stone gate usually come out with fish eyes. I guess it’s their temperament. It’s something like that that changes. Most of them have high noses that get broken.”

Got your nose broken?

Unless you’ve given up, why would you do that?

‘Did each of you give different answers?’

After all, the ancestral spirit was merely a recreated being, and did not say or demand anything in particular.

The enlightenment I gained was also my own.

“……Then do you know what your father was like?”

“Father? Are you talking about Taeshin?”

“yes.”

“Kuuuuu! Still curious about my father? Hmm, is it a son-in-law? They seem a bit similar…….”

The mountain keeper suddenly tilted his head and started laughing as if something funny had occurred to him.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Do you know what he said as soon as he came out?”

The mountain man opened another bottle of beer and said, pretending to lower his voice.

“The training is over, so I’ll head back now. Thank you for everything.”

“……Are you playing the role of father just now?”

“Huh? Wasn’t it the same?”

“Not at all.”

“That cheeky kid. Anyway, he’s weird too. I told you, he didn’t look any different when he came in and when he came out. His facial expression didn’t change at all, like he just came back from a bar!”

I dove deep into the water and thought of my father when he was my age.

‘That’s so fatherly.’

Rather, I think it would have been more awkward if my father’s temperament had changed.

“Anyway, you’ve done something terrible, kid.”

Kyaa-.

The mountain man downed a can of beer in one shot and said this with admiration.

“What are you talking about?”

“You are the youngest among all the test takers to have passed the bloodless dream.”

I felt nothing but indifference at those words.

‘It wasn’t a meaningful test because I finished it a little quickly.’

That’s not an achievement or anything.

In reality, the bloodless dream was not a test that had much significance in terms of being one or two years older or younger.

“But, Master Sanji. It’s been a month since I came in, but why am I feeling fine?”

I didn’t realize it when I came out, but it seemed like I had spent nearly a month in a bloodless dream.

I clearly hadn’t eaten or moved, but there was nothing wrong with my body.

“That’s because inside, time is practically stopped.”

The mountaineer shook the squid legs he had brought as a side dish.

“Well, actually, you could say that the space itself is separate. Do you know the story of the Peach Blossom Land?”

“……Yes, I know that.”

“Why would someone who lives off of rice anyway try to figure out something complicated? Think of it as something similar.”

Anyway, that drunkard.

I sighed deeply and nodded.

“Yes, I understand.”

“So, there’s about a month left? What are you going to do?”

“I plan to reorganize what I have realized.”

“Ugh, you crazy guy. Training again?”

“No. I plan to take a break while I organize things.”

The mountain keeper blinked at my words.

“I thought this kid hadn’t changed, but he has. Does it hurt? Are you under the influence of magic? It seems like everything becomes strange after you go in there and come out.”

“……Okay. Anyway, Mr. Mountain Keeper.”

Now, the work at Cheonwisan Mountain is over.

But come to think of it, there were still calculations to be completed.

“Anyway, it’s time to get your reward now.”

“Compensation? What compensation?”

The mountain man shuddered.

“Don’t be so ignorant. I think it’s time to receive the reward I told you about last time.”

“what?”

The mountain man frowned.

There were two compensations that I was supposed to receive when the elixir was stolen by the spirit.

The first is to get help with training.

The second one is something I agreed to receive if I passed the test of the bloodless dream and kicked open the stone gate.

“No, you, Inma, that’s…….”

“A promise is a promise, Mountain Keeper.”

The mountain keeper trembled and clicked his tongue.

“Hey, I told you that’s not something that humans can do. It’s impossible to use in the first place. It’s not a question of whether it’s difficult or easy, it’s a question of whether it’s possible or impossible.”

“But it’s only a one-time touch, right? Wouldn’t just touching it cause problems?”

“Ouch! Damn it! Yeah! A promise is a promise! I’m going to give it to you because it’s dirty! You won’t be able to do anything anyway!”

The mountain man grumbled and threw his hands into the air.

Woohoo-.

Something that was distorting and rippling the air was caught in the mountain keeper’s hand.

Goblin bat.

What I asked the mountain keeper for was that goblin club.