Chapter 303 – Anxiety (2)
Reason insists on resolutely rejecting it, but my heart couldn’t.
That he learned Son Si-woo’s swordsmanship.
On the surface, it can be said that he learned the essence of a person who became an S-class hunter with just one sword, but if you look closely, the situation is extremely complicated.
My swordsmanship is a small tower built on my own experience and knowledge.
Since he had not systematically learned swordsmanship since childhood, there were numerous things that were a little far from common sense.
A tower that he built up as he could get his hands on this and that.
The person who can completely dismantle and analyze it is also the only human who made it, Son Si-woo.
What does that mean?
It means that I am the only one who has a teacher who can guide him on the right path.
It also means that the moment I turn away, it is that much harder to get an answer.
“It is good to learn by watching videos, but it would be better to watch them systematically.”
“Systematic… Say?”
“Yes. Instead of just looking at it as it pops up in the algorithm, we create each category by year or by opponent.”
“Category…”
It wasn’t a look I could understand.
To the extent that I promise to do as I said.
“The hint is, this is the last one. I gave it all this far, but if I can’t find it… , It can’t be helped.”
A bit of a cool tone.
Feeling anxious about this, the guy looks up at me with drooping eyes and asks.
“It can’t be helped… , Does that mean I have to leave the team?”
“Well.”
I don’t know what answer will come out, but that could be one of the conclusions.
“You may have to in the worst case, and if you don’t like it…”
“If you don’t like… ?”
“You may have to give up Hunter Son Siu’s swordsmanship and start over with a different swordsmanship.”
One of the industries that started to flourish again as we welcomed the hunter society is the dojo.
Taekwondo, martial arts, kendo, etc.
Of course, there are dojos full of sportsmanship from the past, but most of them are well-organized programs for awakened people who want practical training.
Popular, common
This expression may seem a bit trite, but in another sense, it can also be seen as meaning that everyone is good enough to learn.
One of the strengths is that there are many masters who can teach me.
The guy, who seemed to be struggling for a while with his face hardened, soon shook his head.
“No.”
“What.”
“Leaving the team, throwing away my father’s swordsmanship.”
Two brightly shining eyes.
There was a burning passion within him that could never be stopped.
“I will definitely do it and not accept either outcome.”
“… Please.”
Nasty guy.
That thing looks exactly like my mother.
* * *
A dining space with a rather heavy atmosphere.
There are a total of four people sitting on a wide table that looks like it could accommodate ten people.
“Today’s side dish is so delicious!”
Jooyeon Han.
“I know.”
Joohee Han.
“…”
Siwoo Son.
“… Huh.”
And Son Seo-yeon.
A splendid composition reminiscent of a royal family that would appear in any drama.
It’s been three months since they’ve had dinner together.
The beginning, of course, came from Han Joo-yeon’s mouth.
“Even if it’s only occasionally, isn’t it nice to have a meal together like this, sister?”
“… Not bad.”
“Right, brother-in-law?!”
“Uh, uh…”
“Isn’t that so, Seo Yeon-ah!?”
“Huh.”
Scared to return to Korea, Han Joo-yeon, sitting at her sister’s house, proposed to her family.
Even if it’s good once in a while, let’s have a meal together several times a month.
At first, everyone was squeamish, but the place was eventually set up because Son Si-woo and Han Ju-yeon, who agreed to the proposal on how to bake and boil, pushed forward with recklessness.
Of course, Han Joo-yeon is the only one who only sits together and talks.
Still, it wasn’t that there was no conversation at all.
Sometimes, there are conversations between husband and wife, between parents and children.
“You.”
“… Uh?”
“How long are you going to take a break?”
“Oh, that. I haven’t decided yet… , Why?”
Son Si-woo asks with an anxious expression.
In response, Han Joo-hee tried to say something of hers, but soon closed her mouth and shook her head.
“No… , It’s nothing.”
Conversation over again.
In the midst of it, Son Seo-yeon pretended to eat hard and looked at her father with her side-eye.
The person who raised my life up with only one sword.
I’ve always had that kind of respect for my father, but now it’s a little different.
‘Amazing.’
I know it when I see it.
How hopeless and miserable it is to have your opponent read your numbers.
The basis of combat is Jipiji (知彼知己).
I hide mine and dig up the opponent’s in detail.
Hunter’s overwhelming power and heroic aspect in itself make people’s hearts stable.
That’s why it’s disadvantageous
It is because he sees not only ordinary people, but also villains who are trying to know him.
How many times has he been dug up in his decades of hunter life, and how many times must he have overcome them?
When I thought about it, I realized it.
National Hunter Son Si-woo.
The greatness of my father who has never been shaken and has kept his position firmly.
‘I want to ask.’
How was that possible
Every time it was dug up, what kind of mindset and thoughts did you overcome it.
But when you can’t bear to ask and chew only the food you put in your mouth.
“Excuse me… , Seo Yeon-ah?”
Wasn’t my father, who had never even looked this way throughout the meal, talking to me first?
“Yes, yes heh?!”
Sohn Seo-yeon, who was so surprised, answered in a strange voice.
Her hand, Siwoo, asked her.
“That… , Do you know a friend named Kim Do-jin? I heard you are on the same team as Seoyeon.”
“… Yes that’s right.”
“How do you think that friend is?”
She tilts her head at her continued question.
She was puzzled
The topic of conversation that started after a long time is Kim Do-jin.
Why are you interested?
Are they trying to find out his talent and try to recruit him?
Why? Anyway, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard a question from my dad.
Son Seo-yeon was deeply troubled by this.
‘Kim Do-jin…’
From the first time we met, my eyes were drawn to you.
Possessing an infinite ability.
Even teaching with him is more than a decent professor.
“I think he is a great person.”
The person I consider the greatest after my mom, dad, and aunt.
For some reason, a man who is not like a junior even though he is a junior who arouses a desire for recognition.
Let’s answer with pure admiration, favor, awe, and other emotions that come from this thought.
“I see…”
For some reason, my father’s face had become even darker.
* * *
Even if her job as a hunter is off, her job as a guild leader remains.
That’s why Son Si-woo finished going to work today in my space in a tall building in the middle of Gangnam.
There is nothing to do.
I just pass the time by leaving the work roughly to the ‘trustworthy person’ imprinted in my head.
If there is one thing that has been added to his daily life.
“This is the information about Hunter Kim Do-jin you mentioned.”
“Oh, you worked hard.”
It is to investigate my former body, Kim Do-jin.
The investigation wasn’t too difficult.
No matter how hard I try, there is no one who will take care of the dirty work.
Just in time, such a person came to mind from an empty memory, and I commissioned him to extract information.
Several times to do so.
Son Si-woo started to feel more and more anxious.
“I guess not… ? It won’t be, no… , That can’t be.”
When he first got this body, everything was like his world.
Wouldn’t it be a loss if you swapped the body of a 20-year-old with a body of a 40-year-old?
Youth is a valuable thing that money can’t buy?
‘It sounds funny.’
His status, his assets, and even his wife he loves.
Do you think you can buy them with money?
What about when you’re in your 40s?
Severely obese over 120kg and the perfect body of an S-class hunter.
Regardless of age, which one is overwhelmingly attractive is not an obvious answer.
So I laughed.
‘A stupid trait.’
SSS class equivalent exchange.
Contrary to the name, I was really stupid and grateful for the trait that allowed me to take away all of that at the words of Son Si-woo, who said that he was only envious of his youth.
In the midst of such joy, he faced despair.
The first is that Son Si-woo and Han Joo-hee are a show-window couple that only looks plausible on the outside.
“Ugh… , Nonsense.”
I coveted everything Son Si-woo had, but Han Joo-hee’s influence was the greatest in choosing him, not anyone else.
I want to touch her, who can only be seen through her pictures and videos, and make her my own.
“… It’s okay though.”
Struggling with despair, he soon brushed himself off and got up.
He made my body look great.
And I realized by reading Son Si-woo’s memories one by one.
‘A guy can never abandon his family.’
Stupid daughter, stupid wife.
To put the word “Show window couple” To shame, he loved them more than his own life.
So he will come to find himself.
The moment the non-aggression pact he has set is broken, he will come to retrieve this body.
‘When that time comes… !’
You will be able to enjoy everything as a single Korean prospect who is young, handsome, and has good abilities.
When you think so and spend a boring day every day.
He inadvertently met his second despair.
“Status window.”
The occasional reading of locked memories.
This finally opened the status window that had been closed.
[Status window]
Name: Siwoo Son
Gender: Male
Age: 46 years old
Height/Weight: 183CM / 75KG
[Muscle: 99↓] [Health: 103↓] [Agility: 101↓] [Magic attribute: 90↓]
Trait: Every Shin Woo I Shin (日新又日新)
[Mutual Inviolability (2022.06.09.~2025.12.31)]
[No disclosure (2022.06.09.~2025.12.31.)]
[Damaged Magic Circuit]
And saw.
At first glance, a brilliant looking ability.
An ominous arrow pointing down hung beside it.
And last.
“Damaged magic circuit… ?”
A name that just doesn’t look good.
Let his fingers touch it naturally.
[The magic circuit has been permanently damaged due to the use of excessive force.]
[The damage to the body is continuously accumulated, resulting in a permanent decrease in stats.]
The moment he realized that his body was being destroyed helplessly.
“Oh, no…”
The faint uneasiness that had settled in my heart began to expand at a terrifying rate.
“Aaaaagh!”
He cried out.
