How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World-Chapter 49: You are talented
“What is this?”
Cain’s voice grew colder and colder.
Jung Yu-shin’s brain spun quickly.
If you show it, you’ll die.
It was Jung Yu-shin’s intuition that had been through the line of death.
Cain still didn’t know what had happened between him and Mi-on.
He calmed his trembling heart.
Jung Yu-shin’s mouth opened.
“Isn’t that Mi-on’s hair?”
“So why is it on your shoulder?”
“I guess a few strands fell off while you were checking on the progress during class.”
“Mi-on was that close?”
Cain asked in a distrustful voice.
“Can’t you just check on it? You even teach other kids by sticking to them.”
Jung Yu-shin sighed and continued.
“And, Captain, no matter how much I think about it, this seems a bit too much. I know you care about your younger sibling, but it’s hard to understand why you’re doing this over a hair. Would I be crazy enough to touch Teacher Mi-on? And during class?”
The two men made eye contact.
Jung Yu-shin glared at Cain with his eyes wide open.
A brief silence passed through the orphanage yard.
Cain sighed and scratched his head.
“···I overreacted. I’m sorry. I haven’t seen my younger sibling in a long time, so I’m a bit on edge.”
“It’s okay. Okay.”
Jung Yu-shin left Cain and left the orphanage yard.
He walked calmly and glanced back.
Cain was nowhere to be seen. Jung Yu-shin ran madly to the Swordsmanship Association.
If he were to be found out that he had the Virgin Female Corruption Seal.
What if it was revealed that he had rubbed Mi-on’s soft mochi-tteok belly?
It wouldn’t end with just getting beaten up.
Sweat formed on Jung Yu-shin’s forehead as he ran down the street.
The early summer sun and wind brushed past his cheeks.
Several people backed away from Jung Yu-shin, shouting something.
After running for a while, he arrived at the swordsmanship guild.
Clang!!!
He opened the door with all his might.
“Ashur!”
Ashur, who had been lying on the counter chair, raised his head.
“Ska, the door to the guild is not your corner door. Be careful.”
“That’s not important.”
“Then what’s important?”
“Do you know Cain, the commander of the Labyrinth City Knights?”
“I know. He learned swordsmanship from me. Why?”
“How strong is he?”
“The new Barbaroi is strong enough to send you to the underworld with one stroke.”
“Fuck.”
“You even swear? Is this your home?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you doing something so sorry? Anyway.”
Ashur looked at Jung Yushin who was fidgeting, then leaned back against the back of his chair leisurely.
“Who was looking for you?”
“Who?”
“Barbaroi.”
“Huh?!”
Jung Yushin let out a single word of shock.
It was like adding insult to injury.
Why on earth?
“···Who is that guy? Why are you looking for me?”
“I don’t know. He just came in and asked me. Is there a half-blood Barbaroi walking around here?”
“So?”
Ashur shrugged his shoulders at Jung Yushin’s urgent question.
“I told you that.”
“Why are you telling me that?! Is it okay to reveal the trainee’s personal information like that?”
“I guess I knew something.”
The Cain gun disappeared from Jung Yu-shin’s mind.
More incredible guys were hovering around him.
“···Where the hell are they?”
“Eastern District Brothel.”
Crack!!!
Jung Yu-shin hit his forehead.
It was dark under the lamp.
Why didn’t I know?
Earthworms live in dark and damp places.
The devil lives in the pit of hell.
How could I not realize until now that the lawless Barbarians were gathering in the Brothel?
‘You were the master of the red-light district?’
Jung Yu-shin grabbed his frozen mind.
Wait.
This is strange.
“The Eastern District? I didn’t see it last time I went.”
I had been to the Eastern District when I went to catch the slave hunters.
“Wasn’t it that night? Why is Barbaroi wandering around the streets at night?”
Ashur asked with a bewildered expression.
“What do you mean?”
“At night, we should mate on the bed. How come you don’t know more about Barbaroi than I do?”
“...”
“Do you feel the crisis of chastity approaching? I need to get stronger. Let’s go.”
Jung Yushin followed Ashur to the training ground.
The training ground was crowded despite it being early summer.
There were people training with swords, spears, and shields.
Ashur brought a longsword made of iron from a corner of the training ground and threw it.
Jung Yushin raised his hand and grabbed the longsword.
It was a heavy sword, different from the wooden swords I had used until then.
It was a training sword, so the blade was not sharp.
“Use this from now on.”
“You won’t use the wooden sword anymore?”
“Yeah. You leveled up?”
“How did you know?”
“It’s just a feeling. The wooden sword won’t be heavy, so use the iron sword from now on.”
He had a sharp eye, perhaps because he was a sword master.
I wanted to ask more about Barbaroi and Cain, but I held back.
It was training time now. It was right to ask questions related to training.
When I finally arrived at the training grounds and saw the people training, another thought came to mind.
The weakness revealed during the battle with the slave hunter captain.
It was the duration of the Sacred Weapon.
The summoned weapon disappears after 3 seconds.
It means that if you engage in a sword fight with an opponent using a Sacred Weapon and it lasts for 3 seconds, you will be completely defenseless.
Jung Yu-shin racked his brain over this problem and came up with an answer.
Jung Yu-shin scratched his head and spoke.
“I want to knock the sword away, how do I do it?”
“Are you talking about parrying?”
“Yes.”
Ashur shook his head repeatedly.
“Stop talking nonsense. You’re not at that level yet.”
“Isn’t it worth it?”
Ashur pointed his finger at Jung Yu-shin.
“I was going to just let it go, but that won’t work. I’ll have to mention that you fought against slave hunters in the eastern region.”
“What should I mention? Didn’t you already know? There were a lot of trash people, so I had to wield a sword.”
At Jung Yu-shin’s answer, Ashur crossed his arms. His face was filled with irritation.
“I’m not saying anything about killing. The problem is the way you fight. You rely on your imprint and just fight back with your body. You swing your sword roughly with the swordsmanship you learned poorly. You take one hit and give another. Where did you go for drinks? And you bite people’s necks? Are you an animal?!”
Ashur’s voice grew louder.
Ashur was quite angry, so he shouted without saying anything.
“Hey!!! Someone bring me some water!”
Several people moving around in the training ground ran into the union building.
Jeong Yu-shin scratched his head.
“What happened?”
“What happened! I’m getting angry again when I think about it! No, you bit people’s necks?!”
Ashur grabbed his head.
At that moment, a man with a mohawk came running out of breath. He was holding a bottle of water in his hand.
The elf snatched the water bottle and gulped it down.
“Phew. This won’t do. Bring ‘that’.”
“Are you...really?”
“Bring it before I pull out your hair.”
“Okay.”
Mohawk head ran back into the swordsmanship guild in a huff.
Mohawk was holding a strangely shaped leather pouch.
“What is this?”
Jung Yu-shin asked.
“It’s a sandbag. The sand is strange, but you don’t know. Just think of it as a magical tool that overloads the wearer’s body.”
Ashur continued, looking at Jung Yu-shin who was standing there blankly.
“Wear it on your waist, ankles, and wrists.”
Jung Yu-shin accepted the pouch from the Mohawk man.
It felt heavy, as if it had iron filings inside.
“It’s not that heavy.”
Ashur raised the corners of his mouth at Jeong Yu-shin's words.
"Don't cry and whine and beg for your life later."
"Why are you like that?"
"Run. Take your sword."
Jung Yu-shin started walking around the training grounds with sandbags on his body at Ashur’s command.
Those who saw Jung Yu-shin like that clicked their tongues.
“Here he comes. That hell training.”
“Tsk tsk. The newbie is having a hard time.”
Jung Yu-shin listened with one ear and let it go. It wasn’t that hard.
Three hours later.
“Huh-huh. Keue-eeek.”
Jung Yu-shin groaned and crawled on the training grounds floor.
Ashur shouted.
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“Get up!!! You beast of a bastard!”
‘Crazy.’
I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal because it wasn’t heavy, but I was wrong.
As time passed, my stamina drained away and the burden on my muscles became more and more severe.
Unable to take even a single step, I crawled on the floor, my body tottering.
The hot sunlight from the sky beat down on Jung Yu-shin.
Ashur approached and crouched down in front of Jung Yu-shin, who was crawling.
“Get up. You little punk.”
Jung Yu-shin used all his strength to get up from his seat.
His legs were shaking like a newborn baby deer.
“We have to do the last three laps. Where are you crawling?”
Ashur continued as he got up from his seat.
“Parrying? Stop talking nonsense and just hurry back to the training grounds. Next is sparring.”
Jung Yu-shin gritted his teeth and staggered as he walked.
He went around the entire training grounds.
Ashur threw his training iron sword.
Thud!
The sword hit Jung Yu-shin’s body and fell.
He barely picked up the sword with his trembling hands.
“Here we go.”
Before Jung Yu-shin could even get into position, Ashur’s sword swung.
Pfft!!!
His right arm throbbed.
[Revenger]
The imprint was activated.
Jung Yu-shin's eyes burned with blue hues.
Ashur snickered.
"Scar, you can't get through the world with only madness and evil. I'll engrave that fact clearly on your body."
Jung Yu-shin ran toward him without answering.
Kaaaaang!!!
The elf's cold, shining eyes met Jung Yu-shin's blazing eyes.
Close combat.
They entered a close combat.
Kagagagagag.
The clashing swords began to make a strange sound.
"Continuous training is the royal road. Swinging the sword every day. Pushing yourself to your limits every day. Whether it rains or snows, the constant cultivation in the spring breeze and summer sunshine is the strength to get through the world."
“...”
Ashur kept mumbling while they were facing each other, but I listened to it with one ear and let it go.
I felt dizzy as I kept listening.
Jung Yu-shin forcefully kicked Ashur’s sword away and stabbed him.
Ashur lightly turned his body to dodge and stabbed Jung Yu-shin in the neck with his sword.
Swish!!!
“Swish!”
Jung Yu-shin grabbed his neck and staggered back.
His throat was blocked and he couldn’t breathe properly.
Swish!
Ashur’s sword aimed for his left shoulder.
He instinctively raised his sword to block it, but.
Kaaaang!!!
He ended up losing his sword due to the strong force of the blow.
Crackle.
The sword that had been flying through the sky fell to the floor of the training ground.
“Pick it up. It’s still a long way to go.”
Jung Yu-shin staggered toward where the sword had fallen. The weight of his pocket made it difficult for him to move.
He barely picked up the sword and stood in front of Ashur.
“Let’s go.”
Ashur said nonchalantly and charged again.
Jung Yu-shin was beaten and had Ashur’s sword engraved on his body.
“Don’t push your body in first. If you fight like that and meet your master, your neck will fly off.”
“Pull your left foot back. Look at your posture. We’ll have to start over from the beginning.”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to just look at the sword?”
“If you’re going to defend, do it properly. Don’t lift your sword half-heartedly, block firmly. There’s no one who trusts the engraving and holds their sword loosely.”
Ashur swung his sword while shouting.
Time passed.
One by one, the people in the training ground left, leaving only Jung Yu-shin and Ashur.
It was night.
“It’s still far away. You need to learn all the basic offensive and defensive stances first. Parrying is about successfully defending or deflecting the opponent’s attack. The problem is that the races are diverse. What does that mean? Their attack methods are all different. Their strengths are different, and their stances are different. It’s hard to read. Is that the end? No. Parrying is the cornerstone for preparing a counterattack (riposte). It requires a combination of various factors, including the speed of your reflexes against the attack, timing, and your ability to control your body. Parrying is for you who attacks recklessly.”
Ashur said calmly. He explained in detail, different from his initial scolding at him to stop talking nonsense.
“Ugh.”
Jung Yu-shin was kneeling and exhaling.
His entire body was soaked in sweat. It was just like when he first started training.
It was too hard.
The water fight.
The strength fight.
The variety of techniques.
None of it was easy.
I felt like I was making progress, but it was an illusion.
I realized my shortcomings.
Sweat dripped from my forehead and fell to the training ground floor.
Ashur scratched his cheek as he looked at Jung Yushin, who was staring at the floor.
“I don’t usually say things like this. Listen carefully.”
“...”
“You, you’re talented.”
“...”
“Work hard. Remember the attitude of attack and defense. The tip of the sword being disheveled means your mind is wavering. You seem quite stable now, but who knows. Only constant training can protect your mind. I’m telling you not to bite someone’s neck.”
“···Understood.”
Ashur didn’t show it, but he seemed quite shocked by the news that Jung Yushin had bitten someone’s neck.
Jung Yushin barely managed to answer. He straightened up his body covered in sweat and dust.
“And don’t trust that Aldain too much.”
Ashur frowned and said.
“Why shouldn’t I trust you?”
“You can tell just by looking at it. His personality is not good. He’s not a good guy. Listen to me.”
Jung Yu-shin frowned at Ashur’s answer.
It seemed like there was another reason to criticize Aldain, but Ashur seemed to be holding back his words.
While he was thinking about it, he had one more question he wanted to ask.
“What happened to the Magic Tower? Do you think it can cure my madness?”
“Tsk. They don’t know either. They want to take a look, but I can’t trust them at all.”
“Where is the Magic Tower?”
“If you leave the Labyrinth City and go north for about three days, there’s a city where the headquarters is. There’s also a branch in the Labyrinth City.”
“Did you go to the headquarters?”
“Yes.”
“···Then.”
“Stop asking questions. It’s late at night, so go back.”
‘Why are you so nervous?’
“Yes.”
Jung Yu-shin took off the sandbags on his body and stared blankly at Ashur.
“Aren’t you going?”
“Go first.”
“Yes. Thank you for your hard work.”
Jung Yu-shin bowed and left the training ground.
“Come out tomorrow too.”
Ashur spoke behind Jung Yu-shin as he walked away.
“Yes.”
Jung Yu-shin disappeared from the training ground.
Ashur looked up at the sky for a while and spoke.
“Come out.”
A person walked out of the shadows of the building.
Cain.
He was Mion’s older brother and the knight commander of the Labyrinth City.
“What does that Barbaroi guy do?”
Cain asked, brushing back his blond hair.
“Have you met your brother?”
“I haven’t met you. I said I’m not feeling °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° well.”
Cain stared at Ashur.
He didn’t seem to have any intention of backing down before hearing his initial answer.
Ashur hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth.
“He’s a good friend. He’s not the kind of guy who would harm others for no reason. You don’t have to worry about your brother.”
“···I believe you, Ashur. And there’s a summons from the committee. Please stop by the inner palace sometime.”
“Understood. I’ll go.”
“Take care.”
Cain turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Ashur clicked his tongue as he looked at the spot where Cain had been.
“I’m not even a nanny. Tsk.”
“You really deserve your money.”
Jeong Yu-shin walked back to the inn with a limp.
He had no strength left in his body due to excessive training.
No matter how hard it was, it wasn’t like this.
There will be days like today in the future.
I was afraid that I would be vulgar.
Squeak.
I opened the door and went inside, looking around the dark inn hall.
Anne and Tarman had finished their work and returned to their quarters, so it was quiet. All the guests were sleeping.
There was something covered with a blanket on the counter.
I went closer and removed the blanket.
It was a black bread sandwich with ham, vegetables, and a fried egg. There was a note on top of the bread.
‘Ska-nim, I’m going to make dinner and go since you’re not coming.’
Jeong Yu-shin read the note once and put it in his bosom.
Damn it.
I can read it.
His head was spinning as he wondered how he would handle the training ahead.
Cain and the real Barbarians were also getting on his nerves.
It was mentally and physically exhausting.
The fact that he could read comforted him.
Of course, he couldn’t read it perfectly.
But if you keep practicing like learning to write, wouldn’t there definitely be good results?
‘Whew.’
Jung Yu-shin sat on the counter chair and chewed on the sandwich.
It didn’t seem that long ago, the vegetables were crunchy and the bread and meat were warm.
His throat was sore, he took out a bottle of alcohol from the cupboard behind the counter and poured a glass and drank it.
Jung Yu-shin sat on the counter chair and tilted his glass, staring blankly into the dark inn hall.
How is Darmon doing?
What happened to Karin?
He thought about this and that, but no answer came to him right away. He got up and went up to the second floor.
He went back to his room, wiped himself with a wet towel, changed his clothes, and lay down on the bed.
Darkness came.
