Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 147

Black (5)

It was a breeze.

Huge tents were erected in a circle in the central training ground of the castle.

Originally, it was not a training center, but rather a place for various events, including promotion ceremonies.

It was designed to seat hundreds of people facing the center.

“A little more to the left!”

“If you do two, it goes up!”

“One of the stone pillars is missing. Bring me a medium-sized one!”

Dozens of servants, nameless disciples, and white warriors carried stones and lifted a huge silk platform.

It was rare for a castle to be used for cutting timber. This was because it was conscious of the noble family of the castle lord.

It would not be easy to make a place with only stone and cloth, but the nameless disciple and the white warrior displayed great strength and raised stone pillars in various places.

It was a great collaboration. It was faster than the work of the odd jobs mobilized by most government offices.

“I never thought that this kind of odd job would be similar to the military. It’s something I never imagined when I was a headache at home. It’s fun. It’s very boring.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong is talking nonsense. Some of Ma Gwang-Ik’s people were also drafted as laborers.

Heonwonchang glanced at him.

He is carrying a stone pillar the size of his body.

Contrary to his grumbling, he managed to accomplish more work by himself than three average white warriors.

He walked with a careless attitude like an arrogant nobleman, but his balance was not shaken.

“You practice the Dharma in a strange way.”

He stared blankly at Taeyeonryong and pursed his lips slightly.

The hero’s sword tied to the forehead of the Great Swordsman was covered in dust. It was the result of a long period of work.

“Senior Heonwon, who knows that, is quite something.”

Next to him, the beautiful Shin So-bin, who had been holding a stone slab with amazing courage, smiled.

As many of Kangho’s reviewers were concerned about their appearance, she also wore her neatly braided hair down below her waist.

Unlike Heonwonchang, his new color was clean. This meant that he was skilled in the Boshin Gyeong.

The three were drafted as the youngest of Ma Gwang-ik’s men.

They were dragged in because their age and rank were suitable for the job and it was difficult to get them out.

“You can listen to more, but you don’t. I heard you were the best reviewer in Jinan.”

Taeyeonryong’s lips curled up at Heonwonchang’s complaint.

“People only do things that are proportionate to their rank. While they value both martial arts and popularity from the head of a clan, they don’t even expect the right posture of a horseman from a newly initiated disciple. If an unknown person does this much for them, wouldn’t they be grateful? Wouldn’t it be shameful to be white and not be able to exert any strength?”

“Are we committing insubordination now?”

“Don’t take my words so seriously. It can rot away like a stagnant well. That’s how our family came to ruin. I said that conscripting commoners for labor was crazy, but I was treated like a dog on the side of the road. Ignored like a dog.”

“You mean straight talk?”

“Isn’t that a very gentle and straightforward statement? It seems like I can’t even keep up with the temporary leader’s toes.”

“So, you’re saying that you provoked Baek as an anonymous person.”

Heonwonchang responded immediately to Taeyeonryong’s clever words.

There must be no disagreement about that. Taeyeonryong opened his mouth slightly, slightly raising his eyes. Ah, so that’s how it is.

thud!

He spoke again, driving a stone pillar into the floor of the training hall.

“Anyway, this is happening because the breakwater is stubbornly using only stone. The original duty of a martial artist is to cultivate martial arts and character, pursue the infinite, and demonstrate chivalry. But here, no one has complained even though they were drafted to carry materials. It’s really strange.”

He speaks like a shabby little boy from a rather prestigious family. His slow speech strangely suits him.

Shin So-bin shook her head.

“It’s nothing more than a black promotion ceremony. No matter what the outcome, the ceremony itself is huge.”

“I understand. That seems to be the tone of the clan.”

“Isn’t that obvious? Think of it as a place where the leader of the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats or the leader of the Hwasan Plum Blossom Swordsmen are chosen. No, the Great Master’s Promotion Exam is even worse than that.”

“hmm.”

“Where is there a bigger place than ours in terms of single-branched sect? It has to be a grand event that is worthy of being counted among the clans. It’s a special festival. The large sects outside must be paying attention in many ways as well.”

“That’s true. But, it’s a bit odd that people who are treated as masters outside are just quietly carrying the load like slaves. It’s hard for me to slack off too. Huh? That guy over there, his balance is precarious… … No, I see. He had some tricks.”

“This is a place where the Lord himself will come, so what can’t he do? There is no master in the castle who doesn’t admire him.”

“Well… … You were overwhelming in many ways. Even though I only met you once.”

The current Taeyeonryong has become adept at speaking informally as if he is talking to himself.

This is probably the area where I have grown the most since entering the world of philanthropy.

He glanced at the top seat. It was a white stone throne where the Lord of the Imperial Palace would sit.

It is on top of several layers of marble piled up like an altar.

It was built originally, and overlooked the training grounds.

A banquet hall-like structure was being created centered around the Grand Master of the Castle.

The Black Lord’s Promotion Test. A spectacle that foreshadows a grand ceremony.

“Go to work.”

Now, Shin So-bin didn’t say anything else. Hwangbo Sogaju rode the line like a ghost.

There wasn’t much to point out even as the youngest of the Shins. It would be more correct to say that he gave up.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong didn’t listen to her. He just blurted out.

“Has the Emperor of the Imperial Palace ever lost a test like this? He is someone who rarely shows up outside of the martial arts world, and even my family only has information that he is very strong.”

The rumor has spread.

The opponent of Seomye’s promotion to the top has been the subject of the greatest interest in recent times.

He said that from the moment the word “Yulryeong Daeju” was mentioned, interest was rapidly rising. He said that it would be a rare and rare martial arts.

“once.”

As they approached Heonwonchang, Shin So-bin opened her mouth.

“The current Shingeomdanju won. Other than that, he is undefeated. After losing to Yullyeongdaeju, Suncheonikju and Changcheondaeju fought against others. I understand it took a considerable amount of time for them to re-challenge.”

“You must be very strong. If you are the Great Master of the Heavens, you are a swordsman of the highest rank that I have ever seen.”

Taeyeonryong gently touched his chin.

“That’s obvious. There are no masters who aren’t super-experts. There are rising masters even within the black realm, but it’s not something we can discuss. In any case, more than that… … .”

“Is there anything else?”

“The problem is the nature of the Yulyeongdae. They know all the martial arts of the Iphwangseong warriors who are entrusted with important tasks. That’s what they say by rumor. They have to catch the warriors who break the law easily.”

“It’s like the main court of the family. It was scary.”

“Yulryeong Daeju has it all. Beauty, character, martial arts, and the study of destruction. As a woman, she is the idol of the masters who practice martial arts. Senior Miryeo is no different, right?”

Shin So-bin’s focus became slightly blurred. She seemed to have become hazy.

Taeyeonryong, who had been staring blankly at the sight, shook his head slightly. There is no one among the children of Sega who is normal.

“So, you’re saying that you don’t think the interim leader’s chances of winning are high?”

“That’s hard to say for sure. For reasons only I know.”

Her eyes immediately returned. Heonwonchang asked with interest.

“Is there a secret between you and Jeong So-hyeop?”

“Senior Seomye said that.”

Shin So-bin muttered.

“The reason I released him from prison was not just because of his achievements. Rather, I hope that a law of destruction will be enacted.”

“Well then, that’s true. I know that story too.”

Heonwonchang turned around as if he had no regrets.

The walking away footsteps seemed rather carefree, as if he were someone who claimed to be Jeong Yeon-shin’s confidant.

Only Taeyeonryong remained to listen to her words.

“Rather, do you wish? What is the reason?”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

Shin So-bin tilted her head in a mocking manner as she spoke. Her lips were slightly twisted upwards.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong laughed in vain. As if he was saying that some foolish person was acting like a mean superior.

Boom! Kwung!

Time passed with the talk. The outline of the promotion ceremony was slowly taking shape.

There is a reason for decorating the central training ground in a cumbersome manner instead of using a separate stage in the vast nature.

That is why the symbolism of the black sword is so great.

A sword that serves as one axis of a mission across the vast Central Plains.

It was a position that had to fully take charge of one of the elite groups of the anti-war factions.

The General Office was pushing things forward at a tremendous pace. It was a situation where they had lost two of their best purple masters.

A grand ceremony is a great way to grab the attention of the crowd and boost morale, so they are creating a promotion ceremony on an unprecedented scale.

Under the stage.

Before we knew it, hundreds of people had taken their seats. An overwhelming sense of pressure filled the air in the ceremony hall.

It was a space filled with excitement, curiosity, and tension.

Even the huge circular tents were reminiscent of a grand royal event.

From sharp-tongued warriors and neatly groomed servants to craftsmen proudly displaying their messy appearances and various guests invited as guests.

It couldn’t help but be very noisy.

Hah! Haa!

It was the central stage.

A sword dance was performed to liven up the pre-meal atmosphere.

A dozen swords drew graceful curves with synchronized movements.

In one corner, the artists living in the castle were playing gold and singing songs.

A poem that praised the spirit of the unmanned army flowed out in a beautiful melody. It was a ritual music that went well with the sword dance.

But the experts were busy talking.

“If we are to talk about the characteristics of the Seomye Ilmaek, it is definitely the flow. The initial stages are not long. However, they are powerful.”

“It’s just like what I saw. It was mostly short strikes. It felt like I had to rely on my senses to decide when to cast the martial arts.”

“It didn’t seem like he valued the flow of change. Instead, he seemed to have gained power.”

“A martial art specialized in short-term decisive battles. They are all in a hurry. As if being chased by something… … .”

“That’s right. They’re all one-shot. They’re powerful in each moment, but… … .”

“The weakness is obvious. When facing a master, there are two things you should keep in mind. You should not divide the sum for too long, and you should not give them time to adapt to the martial arts.”

“It’s better to just cut it off. You have to overcome it by improvising. It seems like you’ve been doing well so far.”

“So that’s why you’re standing in the black promotion ceremony. It means you’ve caught the moment in any life-or-death situation. It’s impossible unless you were born with a sense of wonder.”

Sharp opinions flashed.

Not only the blue ones, but even the few black masters discussed martial arts.

The lives of most of the masters of nature are immersed in the defense of the people and in the martial arts. It is rare to find an event as interesting as today.

What is the level of Seomye’s martial arts? Is it enough to match the martial arts of Yullyeongdaeju, who is accompanied by the study of destruction?

Will a new Magwangikju be born in this place?

It is a matter of great interest. No one here can be indifferent.

Even the veterans of the Senate who had been holding the Blue Ceremony for a long time attended in large numbers.

“You’re here early.”

Suncheon Ikju, who was sitting at the bottom of the wide and long stone steps, suddenly muttered. He was looking into the empty space.

A slender new figure was blocking the sun, growing larger little by little along with the shadow of its graceful arms outstretched.

The nerves that cross the atmosphere do not appear to be human studies. It reminds me of the emptiness of the mind.

Paralock!

A pitch-black robe falls into the middle of the stage with a fluttering sound.

The movements of the dancers who were dancing and playing instruments stopped. A beautiful and famous master stepped lightly on the marble.

Sabak.

The long, jet-black hem of her clothes swept across the floor like a palace. The Yullyeongdaeju was the first to appear.

The uniforms of the black lords were different for each lord. The general office reflected the lords’ preferences.

In the case of Yulyeongdaeju, who greatly revered Iphwangseongju, it was rumored that he requested a fabric that was only one inch shorter than the Seongju.

It was the longest cannon among the seventeen continents.

“oh.”

Heonwonchang’s exclamation rang out briefly. He, who was sitting in a corner due to his low status, hurriedly covered his mouth.

The appearance of a master who has completely integrated the clan’s abilities into martial arts. Silence fell for a moment.

There was no one in the world who had the nature to create a corner that would make the Supreme Commander look bad. Not even the Senate.

“… … .”

There was a moment of silence. Even the white, piercing sunlight seemed to freeze.

That was when.

Damn it.

A boy wearing a blue robe slowly came up.

A path is created between the tow trucks that are quickly moving down.

Jeong Yeon-shin stepped onto the stage, slightly closing the sleeves of her blue shirt.

The sight of him wielding two swords together was no different than usual.

“scent.”

This time it was Shin So-bin.

Jeongyeonshin took a bath and purified herself, and her body and mind were clean. She had a pure appearance.

On stage.

The appearance of a young swordsman who would appear in a story is revealed. It was a time when the blood of his parents, who were said to be outstanding in appearance, was blooming.

Along with the slightly lonely-looking eyes, there was also a sharp nose bridge that looked good under the thick eyebrows.

The sight of him facing the great Yullyeong Lord, who had a rare beauty for a noble family, was beautiful.

Jeong Yeon-shin looked at her for a moment and slowly turned her head.

“You don’t have to take an example.”

Before the boy could even speak, a beautiful voice spoke first.

It was the end of the roof of the inner castle located on one side of the training ground, and the sun was slowly rising.

A stone seat located under a thick cypress tree.

The pure white sunlight slanted through the shadows, then touched Ip Hwang Seong Ju’s hair and rippled with the soft color of grass leaves.

The beautiful woman lying on her back with her legs crossed opened her eyes. Her deep green eyes slowly appeared beneath her thick eyelashes.

“Think about etiquette when you are wearing black robes. You may engage in combat now.”

The gaze that looked down was deep. The pupils of the Emperor’s eyes were as always like an abyss.

It seemed to capture the gaze of the boy looking up.

Swish.

In the meantime, Yullyeongdaeju had already knelt down on one knee and was standing up.

Unlike other nobles, she turned her head with pitch-black eyes. The black eyes staring at Jeongyeonshin were cold.

It didn’t seem to be because of her emotions. Rather, she seemed indifferent to the boy the whole time.

‘He is a skilled swordsman.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. The moment she locked eyes with Yullyeongdaeju, she felt it.

The natural virtues of a swordsman are fully present. The cool-headedness of a clear-sighted swordsman.

“… … .”

The two masters faced each other without warning. It was a sight that immediately led to a fight.

Both sides are of a nature that does not need long explanations.

Silence followed.

The air in the gap danced ceaselessly. The dry wind gradually became a gentle wave.

The ground began to scrape sharply. It was a fight of the level where one could strike with only the power of the sword without drawing one’s sword.

Super experts competing in the black realm.

Kuung!

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out. It was from Jeongyeonshin’s strongly rolling feet.

First, he pulled out the Iphwanggeom from his waist.

The moment the white blade rose and distorted the sunlight, Yullyeongdaeju was striking with his sword.

Wow!

In that moment, Jeongyeonshin’s Ip Hwang Geum shattered. It was a completely different realm.

The sight of the sword that had been with me since I first started being shattered into pieces in one blow flashed before my eyes.

The boy was not embarrassed.

He reached out to the shards of iron that had been his close friend.

The petals of light waver along the movement of the heart.

From the beginning of the rain, the new energy was activated, scattering sunlight in a stream.

Chiririring!

It was a moment. Mancheonhwawoo enveloped Yulyeongdaeju’s entire body.

Many of the experts who were watching suddenly stood up.