The Illegitimate Who Devours Weapons

Episode 6

All changes.

The nickname of the third brother, and, very rarely, a nickname that was attached to the weapon itself.

Mujin’s abilities were simple and clear.

‘A weapon that can change into any shape you want by injecting it with magic power.’

With a sword, with a spear, with a bow.

It is a unique weapon that can be made heavier or lighter than the same weapon, and can freely adjust its length, hardness, strength, and many other properties.

I looked at Mujin for a moment and then carefully pushed in my magic power.

Mujin slowly changed its form as it absorbed my magic power.

Sweat began to form on his forehead.

‘That’s it.’

My whole body felt hot.

The magic furnace is overheated.

I looked at the writhing and changing Mujin with regret for a moment, and then I blocked the magic power.

“haha.”

A hollow laugh escaped.

The handle and shape were the same as when it was a dagger, but the blade was about a span longer, making it look unbalanced. Furthermore, some parts of the long blade were sharp, while others were blunt and uneven.

‘What I was trying to make was a small sword of moderate size.’

The magical power was lacking, and the tricks were lacking.

But this can be resolved over time.

There is only one thing that is important.

‘Now Mujin is mine.’

The image of my third brother, who used to manipulate Mujin freely, came to mind.

Swing your spear at close range.

If you approach, you will be attacked by a sword.

At long range, they use bows and swords.

The weight can be increased or decreased, the length can be freely adjusted, and sometimes even the hardness and strength can be freely adjusted.

All of those actions were natural and quick, like flowing water.

The third brother was revered by many powerful men for his overwhelming irregularity and diversity.

‘It’s possible for me too. Maybe even more so than my third brother.’

There was no weapon that suited me as much as Mujin, who could read the memories of all weapons.

Then I was startled.

‘More than the third brother, Rani… … You’ve changed a lot, Lee Chul.’

I looked down at Mujin blankly.

If I had been struggling with feelings of helplessness and defeat in the past, I would not have thought that way, even subconsciously.

‘In my previous life, I felt like I had fallen into a deep abyss with no end in sight… … .’

Now, it felt like I was walking down a street that stretched on forever.

The feeling of emptiness was still there, but it was different in nature. It was a emptiness that was more appropriately called anticipation.

“Ahem.”

My nose felt hot. I coughed awkwardly a few times and picked up the dust that had fallen on the ground.

And after struggling for a long time and pouring in magic power, he was finally able to form Mujin into the shape of a dagger.

‘Third brother, what? First, I need to learn how to handle it properly.’

A hollow laugh escaped me as I felt my magic power truly emptied.

At that moment, the sound of a door opening was heard from the entrance.

“Your Majesty, time is up.”

He hurriedly put Mujin in his arms.

And then he took out the object he had been hiding in his pocket.

“Your Majesty? Where are you?”

“I am here.”

Then, as if I was putting the object I had examined back in its place, I naturally placed it back on the stand.

It was a dagger that looked exactly like the Mujin, except that it wasn’t rusty.

‘I think this will be enough.’

In the basement of the Bigo, things that were sealed and left unattended without ever being identified are often found, and then turned into ordinary objects.

Since I had asked my nanny to do it based on my memories from my previous life, there were some differences in appearance, but this was enough.

“It’s time to leave. Time is up.”

“all right.”

I closed the front door and walked out slowly.

There’s nothing to worry about since you’ll be able to get out without a body search anyway, and even if you do, there won’t be a problem.

It has already been transformed into a form, and unless my magic is injected into it, nothing special will be found.

It might be a little confusing, but you can just say that I originally carried it around with me.

The weight of the small dagger felt considerable in my arms.

It wasn’t a bad weight.

* * *

As usual, no one came to Sungmujang.

Even the police officers who occasionally patrolled and the staff who managed the training grounds did not enter the training grounds because they did not want to interfere with the training of their direct subordinates.

Thanks to that, I was able to focus solely on training.

It’s been a week since I got Mujin.

I was practicing only one posture over and over again.

“Hoo!”

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

An image of a man appeared in my head.

Slowly, I took a step forward.

A single sword that slashes downward from above at the same time!

Crunch-!

The sword strike using magic power caused the sword to sink deep into the training dummy’s torso.

But that was it. The sword finally stopped just a span away.

“Failed again.”

I collapsed on the bed, my hair drenched in sweat.

“Phew.”

As I brought my hand to my eyes to block out the sunlight, the black ring on my finger caught my eye.

It was a Mujin that had been transformed into a form that made it easy to carry.

‘… … What was it back then?’

I gently turned the Mujin with my thumb and thought back to when I first got it.

What I am training now is the sword of a man that I read about in Mujin.

No, can you even call that a memory in the first place?

I felt the horrific scene with my whole body.

In that fantasy that was so vivid, yet so unrealistic at the same time… … the man recognized me.

‘That never happened again after that.’

I read Mujin’s memories again several times, but nothing happened like the first time. Just like usual, unfamiliar memories played out briefly and irregularly.

And in that image, I read one incantation.

‘What’s with the inspection? It’s just a technique.’

A breathless laugh came out.

I recently felt like I had become more proficient at this skill, but it seems like that wasn’t the case at all.

Just one pose.

When I read the memory, I only read one pose the man was swinging the sword.

The name of the technique is ‘Chukma’ (刺魔).

As if it was still too early for me, the black flag only showed me one pose and its name.

‘It’s only one pose, but this is a real achievement. I was just trying to get it because of Mujin’s ability, but it was an unexpected harvest.’

My heart was pounding.

Before my return, I was a half-baked child who had not even been taught the basics of my family’s manners.

This was my first exposure to high-level martial arts, even if it was just one technique.

“Let’s try again.”

I took a deep breath and picked up my training sword again.

Boohoo-!

A heavy wind noise flowed out that could never be attributed to the strength of a nine-year-old child.

Magic 1st level, rigid body.

I have already opened the first door of the magical arts to accept magical power and strengthen my body.

I tried again, carefully pouring all my magic into it.

“This is not it.”

It felt so different from the sword fight in my memories.

There was something graceful about the man’s movements, but no matter how hard I tried to imitate him, I failed.

My joints were so sore that it felt like I had done strength training in the wrong posture.

Once again, I recalled the memories of Mujin.

A short fragment of memory that lasted only about 10 seconds.

A man’s downward swing as he steps forward with his front foot.

Accordingly, I focused on the flow and movement of magical power that followed.

Once, twice, three times… … .

Until there is no energy left in the heart.

‘Focus. You can do it.’

Although it wasn’t my body, I could feel more clearly than anyone else the way the man moved his body in his memories.

Stop-

A thought crossed my mind.

‘… … It’s not my body.’

I slowly looked down at my body.

The body of a 9-year-old child is quite sturdy, but is not yet fully developed.

‘I’m not a fully grown adult, I’m a 9-year-old kid.’

Even though I was reborn and 9 years had passed, there were still times when my body felt awkward.

Especially when you can’t do something because your limbs are short.

‘You idiot. You didn’t even know this.’

The man’s movements were natural.

It was as if every single muscle fiber of his was under his control.

It was neither too much nor too little.

He took up his training sword again and took up his stance.

Focus on coordination of the whole body.

I accepted my body as it was.

I didn’t necessarily swing my sword in a hurry.

I swung the sword slowly and naturally, fitting it to my body.

That moment.

Paaaaang-!

A different sound was heard than before.

A sharp, piercing sound that pierces the ears.

It has changed.

My posture has definitely improved.

I clenched my fist.

‘I think I’m starting to get the hang of it a little bit.’

I hadn’t even figured it out until now, but I think I’m starting to see a little bit of direction for the training.

But another problem remained.

‘horsepower.’

A bitter laugh came out.

Is it because I don’t have much knowledge of magic, or is there some other problem?

No matter how hard I try to imitate the way a man uses his magic, it seems like there’s something important missing, and I can’t do it.

‘In the end, I have no choice but to try.’

I took up my stance, swinging my training sword.

The effort was tiring.

If hard work is a talent, then I was confident that I was second to none in that talent.

at that time.

“Baby.”

Shudder-.

Without realizing it, I took a step back and assumed a guarded posture.

A woman was standing.

Age: 40s? No, at first glance, he looked like he was in his early 30s.

Her hair was disheveled, as if she hadn’t even combed it properly, and covered more than half of her face. She was barefoot, not wearing any shoes.

I couldn’t help but frown at the sight of something that was clearly not normal.

“who…….”

Who are you? As I was about to say that, I noticed the woman’s light brown eyes hidden under the thick mud.

“… … Are you there?”

Thick black hair and light-pigmented brown eyes are characteristics that appear in the direct line of the Sungmoo family.

This woman is a direct descendant of the Sungmoo family.

“Me? You don’t know me?”

“Yes, nice to meet you.”

She suddenly took on a sullen expression and nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t know. Actually, this is my first time seeing you too.”

“……yes?”

“I don’t show my face very often. So now that you’ve seen it, you know?”

No, I don’t know what you’re trying to say.

‘The way you act… … Are you lacking in some way?’

She kept tilting her head with a blank expression.

“So what’s your name? I thought this place was only for my family?”

“… … It’s a spirit.”

“Lee Young? That name is weird.”

“It’s a nickname. We haven’t had a naming ceremony yet.”

“Ah, so you’re part of my family too! Which brother’s son are you?”

Brother?

Did your father have a younger sister around that age?

My father had many brothers, just like mine. But as far as I know, only three uncles and one aunt are still alive. And she is quite old.

‘No, wait.’

Old memories flash through my mind.

‘Youngest aunt. I had a youngest aunt.’

The daughter of the previous head of the family, and a hidden person in the family.

‘The name is definitely… … Lee Kyung… … Yes, it was Lee Kyung-hwa.’

I remember my uncle telling me that.

At that time, my uncle had not yet left the family, and when I asked him about his family, he told me only a very brief story about his youngest aunt.

-That child, your aunt was a little different from other people. Your grandfather couldn’t stand that. He couldn’t accept me, an illegitimate child, so how much worse must it have been for him.

“Haha.”

Round and round.

I didn’t know what expression to make as I watched my aunt looking at me from all sides and smiling without being able to stay still.

“… … My father’s son uses this prince’s name.”

“You’re my eldest brother’s son. Even though you’re young, you use difficult words. But you were definitely a daughter. Did the gender change?”

It was nonsense, but he didn’t seem to be joking at all.

You probably don’t know.

I said calmly.

“I came in from outside. I am the ninth.”

“Ah, you are just like your little brother!”

Coming from outside, that is, an illegitimate child.

Despite those words, there was no change in my aunt.

It had been a long time since I had seen anyone other than my uncle discriminate against me just because I was an illegitimate child, so I felt a new sense of wonder.

“Baby. My name is… … Oh, what was my name? Oh! That’s right! My name is Lee Kyung-hwa! Please take care of me!”

She smiled and held out her hand.

While I was blankly staring at the hand, Lee Kyung-hwa shouted with a pouty expression.

“You have to shake hands when greeting someone!”

“Yes? Oh, yes… … .”

When we held hands, Kyung-hwa Lee waved her hands vigorously.

‘Ugh! I think I’m going to fall!’

My shoulders screamed.

As soon as I let go of his hand, I grabbed his shoulder and tried to hold back a groan.

“Are you sick?”

“it’s okay.”

“Well, are you feeling weak?”

Ppoduk-

I almost gritted my teeth without realizing it.

“Oh, but hey.”

Kyung-hwa Lee, who had been laughing for a while, suddenly took a step toward me as if a memory had occurred to her.

“Yes, aunt.”

“Where did you learn that?”

Kyunghwa Lee’s transparent brown eyes stared at me.

My image was reflected in that pupil.

“Why do you ask that?”

“That’s ancient martial arts. My aunt really, really likes ancient martial arts.”

“yes?”

“That’s what I mean. In the old days, magic wasn’t developed, there were no awakenings or supernatural abilities, and there was no science… … But that was when ancient monsters were active. That’s when… … .”

It was Lee Kyung-hwa who suddenly started talking strangely on her own after asking questions out of the blue.

I couldn’t help but clap my hands in agreement.

“… … So that’s pretty good swordsmanship. That’s why it’s amazing. I really like this aunt. You, your name… … was it? Oh, that’s right! Yeol-i!”

“… … It’s Young, Aunt.”

“Either that or that.”

Kyung-Hwa Lee chuckled.

Then suddenly he tilted his head.

“Umm… … But why did I come here? Not you?”

“If you ask me that, I don’t know.”

I feel like I’m getting tired as I talk.

“Oh, that’s right. I saw you swinging your sword as I was passing by. But why did you come back home? Hmm… … .”

She furrowed her brows as if she was really worried.

That was when.

She suddenly turned her head and stared blankly into space.

“Ah, my brother is calling. Yes, I came to see my brother. I have to go now. It was nice to meet you, nephew. And this is a present. Keep it. I will come get it!”

Kyung-Hwa Lee forcibly shoved a thick notebook into my arm.

It was an old notebook with post-it notes and memos sticking out here and there.

The moment I looked away from my notebook and raised my head again.

‘In the meantime?’

My aunt was nowhere to be seen.

I turned my head around to look for my aunt, but there was no trace of her anywhere.

Disappeared like a ghost.

I couldn’t help but nod my head.

‘A gift? What on earth is this?’

Without thinking much, I opened the notebook my aunt had left me.

And soon I was clutching my notebook tightly.