The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 83 : Namgung Byeokgeom (2)

As the sun set, Namgung Se-ryu, the second young master of Namgung, brought tea to the annex where the Divine Monk was staying.

"I have brought tea."

The Divine Monk opened the door and confirmed his face.

"I didn't expect you to come in person."

He had never imagined that a direct descendant, not a servant or a maid, would serve tea in person.

"Isn't it an opportunity to serve the renowned Divine Monk of the martial world? I wanted to do it myself."

"Hehe. In that case, I won't refuse."

Namgung Se-ryu, who had entered the room, poured tea and handed it to the Divine Monk. The Divine Monk smiled faintly at the scent rising from the tea.

"It seems to be the Biluochun I drank earlier."

"I heard you liked it, so I deliberately prepared the same one, but I guess I should have brought a different tea."

"Not at all. It's a tea I quite like. Come in."

"Phew. That's a relief."

The Divine Monk finished all the tea while having a simple conversation with Namgung Se-ryu. Namgung Se-ryu, just as when he had entered, packed up all the tea utensils he had brought and left the room.

"Then, I hope you have a comfortable night. If you have any inconveniences, please tell the servants or maids outside, and they will take care of it immediately."

"Thank you."

Namgung Se-ryu, who had bowed, quietly returned as he had come. His eyes were fixed on the completely empty teacup.

The Divine Monk, with his stomach warmed by the tea he had just drunk, sat in the lotus position, quietly closed his eyes, and performed qi circulation. There was nothing particularly wrong with his body.

He was already excited just thinking about the duel tomorrow. He would by no means accept a futile defeat like last time.

Above all, tomorrow's duel, beyond just being a duel, had a very important meaning for the future of the Orthodox Faction's martial world. So he had no intention of doing it with a light heart.

During his qi circulation, the Divine Monk gently opened his eyes.

-Be careful of the Namgung family.

"It wouldn't hurt to be careful."

The Divine Monk put his finger in his mouth.

It was always a rule to be careful when eating something at someone else's house.

* * *

The day broke.

Namgung Mu-gwang, who had returned late last night, opened his eyes in bed. He propped himself up with his arm to get up. Thud. His arm gave out, and he fell back down. The reason was that his arm had no strength at all from swinging the wooden sword all night.

"Ugh..."

It wasn't just his arm. His whole body ached from training after a long time. It was not even easy to breathe because of the muscle pain that came with every breath.

"This is all my karma. Who can I blame?"

Namgung Mu-gwang barely got out of bed and left the room. He planned to take a walk around to check the atmosphere of the family today as well. This was a habit Namgung Mu-gwang had developed since he had felt a strange sensation in the family.

Namgung Mu-gwang, forcing his eyelids, which felt like they would close again at any moment, to stay open, staggered around the family.

His appearance, at a glance, resembled that of someone who was not yet sober.

The family members of the family glanced at Namgung Mu-gwang's appearance and gossiped among themselves. They kept a moderate distance so that if their eyes met, he would not pick a fight with them or his anger would not reach them.

In the old days, Namgung Mu-gwang would have been bothered by the reactions of such family members, but since he had started training, strangely, he was not bothered at all. Perhaps the reason was that he was so tired he was about to die, so he had no time to care about others' gazes.

Or it could be that he had naturally been influenced by living with a person who lived as he pleased.

The first one, that madman.

The Namgung family he had looked over was not much different from yesterday.

Although he still felt a strange sensation, it was not as severe as at the beginning.

And the reason Namgung Mu-gwang woke up at dawn every day was partly voluntary, but also partly forced.

Namgung Mu-gwang, who had finished his morning routine, headed to the training ground.

It was for the second routine. If the former was voluntary, the latter was forced.

The first one, that madman, seemed to be able to read minds, so it was essential to have the right mindset before going.

'He's a madman, but a great man.'

In fact, since this was true, he didn't want to admit it.

Still, the fact that there were things he was wrong about showed that his first older brother was also an ordinary person.

'What do you mean something happened yesterday.'

As he entered the training ground, as expected, the mad... no, his first older brother was swinging his sword.

It resembled the sword style that Namgung Mu-gwang secretly swung in the mountains every day.

Namgung Mu-gwang stared blankly at the sword style.

'When can I do that?'

What he had only imagined was now being drawn in the air. Just then, the trajectory of the sword twisted and flew straight towards where he was.

'Damn it!'

Namgung Mu-gwang cursed inwardly and, now accustomed to it, grabbed the wooden sword set aside. And he quickly swung the wooden sword.

Seeing that, his first older brother sneered.

"Oh. Even a worm has the skill to wriggle."

Namgung Mu-gwang wanted to say that anyone would not just stand still, but would struggle, not just wriggle, if a real sword suddenly flew at their pupils.

Unfortunately, he had no time for that now. Because he couldn't live his whole life with one eye.

Swoosh!

The wooden sword that Namgung Mu-gwang had swung cut through the empty air. And his first older brother's sword, which he had thought he had deflected, had reached right in front of his pupils.

"You're slow. Even a snail would be faster than this."

'I'm slow, but you're incredibly fast!'

The sword blade, which was so close, was indistinguishable whether it was far away or touching.

If I close my eyes here, will I be cut or not?

His wide-open eyes stung, and tears formed.

"Don't close your eyes. You'll get your eyelids cut."

At those words, his eyelids, which were about to close, went up again.

"Actually, it's a lie."

Namgung Mu-gwang immediately closed his eyes, and,

"Ouch!"

His eyelids were cut.

"To be fooled by that, you're truly amazing."

Namgung Mu-gwang, who had safely passed his first older brother's crazy act today as well, touched his slightly cut eyelid and fell into deep thought about how he could get one over on that crazy bastard.

"Little brother, it seems you've been training separately these days. Although it doesn't seem very effective."

But his thoughts were cut off by his first older brother's words that immediately followed, and his composure was broken.

"Someday, it will be different from today."

His first older brother, as if he were listening to his words with his back, turned his body completely and looked up at the sky.

Namgung Mu-gwang also looked up at the sky. The sky was full of clouds.

"It seems it's going to rain today."

Are you ignoring me!

"The weather is a bit humid."

"Come back to the family later than usual today."

"Did you know that I train until late at night?"

"With such a clumsy body, revealing your presence, how could I not know?"

"But it looks like it's going to rain today."

"Come back to the family later than usual today."

"I said it looks like it's going to rain."

"Little brother, it seems my words are a joke to you. This time, I'll have to stab your pupils, not your eyelids, for you to listen."

Did a ghost of an eye possess him?

Namgung Mu-gwang for a moment suspected that this act of tormenting him every morning was also his first older brother's training, but he concluded that it was nothing more than bullying.

Namgung Mu-gwang, at the faint feeling of killing intent, immediately answered.

"Yes! I will come back after midnight today!"

"Good. Now get lost. I have to continue the training I couldn't finish because of you."

Namgung Mu-gwang, inwardly fed up with his first older brother's temper, which was infuriating no matter how many times he experienced it, quickly left the training ground.

Because his intuition was sending a warning that if he stayed here any longer, he might really become a one-eyed man.

Namgung Byeokgeom immediately continued his training.

* * *

Before he knew it, time had passed, and the sun was setting.

As expected in the morning, it was pouring rain. It was a downpour.

Namgung Byeokgeom, with his top off, was still training.

His bronze skin and muscles were so full of life that they seemed to be alive.

Namgung Byeokgeom's sword was so slow that at a glance, it seemed to be stopped, but if you looked closely, it was moving very slightly.

Namgung Byeokgeom, since parting with Namgung Mu-gwang, had been drawing in the air to complete this one sword strike.

For as long as 5 hours.

Finally, the one sword strike was completely drawn in the air.

Namgung Byeokgeom sheathed his sword. His expression was calm, but from his expression and his pupils, it could be seen that he was satisfied now.

Namgung Byeokgeom put on the top he had taken off and picked up a wooden box of unknown identity that had been placed at the end of the training ground all this time.

Namgung Byeokgeom, holding the box, left the training ground for the first time today. The place Namgung Byeokgeom was heading to was the head of the family's hall.

On the way, Namgung Byeokgeom's footsteps stopped. Namgung Byeokgeom turned and walked. At the end of that path was the annex where the second young master of Namgung, Namgung Se-ryu, was staying.

As he arrived at the annex, a warrior came out and greeted Namgung Byeokgeom.

"Young head of the family, what brings you here?"

Namgung Byeokgeom ignored the warrior and entered the annex. The warrior, not knowing what to do, hurriedly followed Namgung Byeokgeom.

Namgung Byeokgeom unhesitatingly opened the closed door.

Creak!

There was no one inside.

"Young head of the family, you can't do this here."

Namgung Byeokgeom, still ignoring the warrior's words, opened the next door.

Creak!

No one was there.

The next door.

Creak!

It was empty this time too.

Creak!

The moment he opened the last door, there was a person inside.

Namgung Se-ryu, with a comfortable face, greeted Namgung Byeokgeom and the anxious warrior.

"It seems my older brother has some business with me. You may leave."

The warrior, not knowing what to do between the two, bowed his head and quickly left the place.

Namgung Se-ryu, while sitting, greeted Namgung Byeokgeom.

"This is the first time my older brother has come to see me in person. What brings you here?"

"Second."

Namgung Byeokgeom opened his mouth with a dry voice that showed no emotion, as usual. To this, Namgung Se-ryu answered with a smile.

"Yes, older brother."

"Where is the second one?"

Namgung Se-ryu tilted his head and asked.

"Isn't he in front of you now?"

Namgung Byeokgeom threw the box he was holding.

"Ouch!"

Namgung Se-ryu, showing an overly surprised appearance at the box that had suddenly fallen in front of him, carefully looked inside the box. And seeing what was inside, he once again raised both his arms and showed a somewhat forced appearance.

His appearance, just like before, felt somewhat excessive.

"Ouch! Isn't this a human head! How can you show me such a shameless thing!"

Namgung Byeokgeom, squeezing his eyes shut and then opening them again, asked.

"I asked where the second one is."

Namgung Se-ryu, still with a smile on his lips, answered.

"What do you think happened?"

"I see."

Namgung Byeokgeom drew the sword he had at his side. Namgung Se-ryu, even seeing that, was still grinning.

"That's a relief."

"What do you mean?"

Because the youngest must be doing some useless training in the mountains alone by now.

-Father and the second older brother will be safe!

Recalling the youngest's words, Namgung Byeokgeom took a stance.

Namgung Se-ryu, still smiling, sneered.

Slice!

Namgung Byeokgeom delivered a blow, and the table and chair that Namgung Se-ryu had been sitting on were split in half.

Namgung Se-ryu's figure was not visible. Namgung Byeokgeom drew the next blow in the right air.

Slice!

The box that Namgung Byeokgeom had brought earlier was split in half. Of course, the head that was inside was also cut in half.

However, Namgung Se-ryu's figure was still not visible.

At that moment, a crackling sound was heard from Namgung Byeokgeom's body. And the third blow that followed had a speed on a different level from the previous first and second blows.

Flash!

An illusion as if lightning had struck indoors.

The wooden things in the room were burnt black.

The smell of burning filled the room. At the end of the sword that Namgung Byeokgeom was holding, a piece of leather was dangling.

Soon, flames rose from the leather and it turned to ash.

"Wow! As expected of Namgung! So fast! Is this the limit for this body?"

At the voice coming from behind, Namgung Byeokgeom turned around.

Creak, creak.

With the sound of bones twisting, the body that had been Namgung Se-ryu was changing.

Thud!

The moment the sound stopped, what was revealed was.

A large face.

Protruding cheekbones.

Thick lips.

A magnificent physique that seemed to be 7 feet tall.

Hands and feet that were twice as big as an ordinary adult's.

A appearance where a faint golden light was spreading throughout the body, starting from the black hair.

Namgung Byeokgeom, who had been in the Suicide Squad in the past, was no exaggeration to say that he knew almost all the information about the martial world's incidents and accidents, or more precisely, about the special-grade criminals.

He compares the information in his memory with the information coming from the person in front of him and finds the answer.

"The Thunder Fist, Hwangbo Yu-gi."

"Oh! Is there anyone who knows me in this era?"

"One of the ten great criminals of the martial world who killed the previous head of the Hwangbo family and ran away from the family."

Hwangbo Yu-gi, he was a master who had entered the Transformation Realm before Namgung Byeokgeom was even born.

That was not particularly important to Namgung Byeokgeom.

Namgung Byeokgeom corrected his stance.

Hwangbo Yu-gi, recognizing that, opened his mouth with a shallow admiration.

"Oh! If you exclude him, it's a preparation stance for the Thirteen Thunder Swords of the Lightning Flash that is close to perfect."

Namgung Byeokgeom asked.

"Where is the second one?"

Hwangbo Yu-gi grinned and answered.

"He's already dead, and a long time ago at that."

Swish.

The moment he kicked off the ground.

Crackle!

Namgung Byeokgeom's figure disappeared.

Namgung Byeokgeom, who had reappeared, was extending his sword.

"Not bad."

Hwangbo Yu-gi had his hands clasped together, and Namgung Byeokgeom's sword was caught between them.

Flash!

With a flash, a finger flew leisurely into the air.

Namgung Byeokgeom, flicking the blood off his sword, asked.

"Where is the second one?"

Hwangbo Yu-gi, looking at his severed ring finger, grinned.

"The rumors about the Sword Dragon have been somewhat downplayed."

(End of Chapter)