Martial Arts Ain't Anything Special-Chapter 125: Chunbong Divine Art (3)

The Chunbong Divine Art.

A martial art created solely for Chunbong.

Just thinking about it made her heart race. But, as was always the case with her brother’s creations, the Chunbong Divine Art wasn’t a typical martial art.

In fact, without that signature strangeness, it wouldn’t be Seojun’s work at all.

Crafted to match her physique, meridians, mental imagery—everything down to the smallest detail—it was no wonder why such an extraordinary martial art had emerged...

“Mmm...!”

Chunbong, brimming with excitement, drew her sword.

That single stroke her brother had shown earlier. Now she understood.

She had called it vivid, while Big Sis had described it as heavy and straightforward.

They were both right.

And at the same time, completely wrong.

Whoosh───

Her sword sliced through the wind, clean and swift. Watching her, Seojun grinned.

“You’re already picking it up fast?”

“Yes!”

Chunbong giggled and turned to Namgung Suah.

“How was it?”

“It’s vivid. Is it a Changing Sword?”

“Nope! Technically, it’s a Phantom Sword.”

“Hmm... is that so?”

Chunbong marveled. Even someone as skilled as Namgung Suah couldn’t identify it immediately.

“More accurately, it looks like whatever you expect it to be. But what I actually used was the Mountain Pressing Technique.”

“Huh? The Mountain Pressing Technique?”

“Yes. But with the Chunbong... Divine Art added.”

The Chunbong Divine Art wasn’t a sword technique in the traditional sense. If anything, it functioned more like a supplementary art.

When its principles infused her movements, they mimicked the effect of illusion techniques.

It imprinted the image of Chunbong that lived in the opponent’s mind directly onto their senses.

Master it, and every move would carry that illusion. A full-body transformation through perception alone.

It was truly an outrageous martial art.

Especially considering illusion wasn’t even its main purpose.

Right now, Chunbong was still training in the Blue Cloud Divine Sword, but she hadn’t achieved perfect unity with it, leaving gaps.

The Chunbong Divine Art existed to fill those gaps.

But it didn’t just fill them. It stood as a divine martial art in its own right.

“When I swing my sword, what you unconsciously expect to see is what actually appears... regardless of what I really did.”

“How is that... even possible?”

“I don’t know either?”

Chunbong and Namgung Suah stared at Seojun.

He nodded, clearly pleased with himself.

“Even if two people do the same thing, how it’s perceived depends on who’s watching. Perspective is everything.”

A martial art born from inspiration over a single cup of coffee.

“Still, how did you implement that into a martial art?”

Seojun looked a little stumped at Chunbong’s question.

“I just infused the inspiration into it. Tailored it to fit you.”

“But how exactly?”

“Well... since your swordsmanship is usually so flashy, I tried this and that until it worked...?”

If he had created it solely from inspiration without anchoring it to Chunbong’s personal style, it probably wouldn’t have reached this level.

But through coincidence, it had become a technique only she could wield, born from a perfect alignment of inspiration and compatibility.

Just like someone with a Hot Yang Body naturally excels at Yang-based martial arts, the Chunbong Divine Art was uniquely suited to Chunbong.

“I can use it too, technically, but it won’t be as effective. It’s really customized entirely to your body.”

Listening to this, Chunbong smacked her forehead.

“I don’t get it. How do martial arts just come to you like this?”

“Curious?”

“Yes.”

“Me too. Why can’t everyone do something so simple?”

“Oh...”

Chunbong raised her sword.

“I need to get familiar with this new style. How about a spar?”

“...Did you really just phrase ‘Can I stab you?’ like that?”

“So can I stab you?”

Seojun thought for a moment, then dramatically spread his arms.

“If that’s what our Chunbubbie wants...!”

Chunbong charged forward.

A drop kick?

Seojun closed his eyes, smiling faintly.

A Chunbong drop kick was more like a reward.

But the impact never came.

He peeked one eye open.

“Huh...”

Chunbong was standing right in front of him.

“Big Brother.”

“Yeah?”

“...Thanks.”

Smooch.

A soft sensation brushed his cheek.

“Ack...!”

Seojun clutched his chest and collapsed.

“Well done, Geum Chunbong... A surprise attack... You may now leave the mountain...”

“Shut up.”

Hmph.

With a snort, Chunbong walked off with light, bouncy steps.

Her ears, bright red, betrayed her extreme embarrassment.

Her hasty retreat was nothing short of adorable.

“The most filial daughter under heaven...”

Our precious Geum Chunbong...!

Seojun rose, staggering as he nursed his “wound.”

“I almost ascended...”

“Fufu, really?”

“Really.”

Namgung Suah, who had been quietly watching, boldly approached Seojun.

“What about this?”

Smooch.

Her lips touched his other cheek.

Startled, Seojun grabbed both cheeks.

“I can... see it...”

“See what?”

“The immortal realm...”

“Pfft. What does that even mean.”

Namgung Suah slipped her arm through his. Indeed, the sensation pressing against his forearm was definitely not of this mortal world.

“...I see. So this is the immortal realm.”

“Ahaha!”

Namgung Suah laughed, guiding him along with their arms still linked.

Chunbong was probably in her room, restlessly waiting for him to return.

But for now, Namgung Suah could monopolize him.

She hummed contentedly, then murmured.

“It feels like a dream.”

“Right now?”

“Mm. I’d only ever imagined something like this, vaguely...”

Walking a night path with light steps. A lover by her side, arms linked. Their pace slowing as they neared their destination, reluctant to say goodnight.

Are we really lovers? she wondered, but in the end, it didn’t matter.

Because this moment was perfect.

“I wish days like this could last forever. The war ends, and it’s just the three of us, together.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Right? Then... how many kids should we have?”

“Uh...”

Startled by her sudden question, Seojun froze, and Namgung Suah burst into laughter.

She liked how this seemingly invincible man could be flustered by a single remark.

It made her feel special.

But time, as always, pressed on. Their brief dream neared its end.

When they finally stopped walking, Namgung Suah let go of his arm, slowly and with reluctance.

“...See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

“Sleep well.”

“You too.”

“Dream of your big sis?”

“I’m not really into lewd dreams...”

“Wholesome dreams are fine.”

“I’ll try.”

Seojun smiled wryly and gently cupped her cheeks.

“Why are we acting like we’re parting forever when we’re literally in the same building?”

“Mmm... It just... feels a little sad that it’s over.”

Namgung Suah lowered her gaze. Her tone, usually calm and composed, now carried a hint of childlike poutiness.

Seojun moved as if enchanted.

Smooch.

He placed a kiss on her slightly exposed forehead. Namgung Suah froze.

“Eh...?”

“Sleep well.”

“U-uhm...”

Her hands rose to her forehead, cradling the spot he’d kissed. Her face flushed red, and her expression became dazed.

Having always been on the offensive, the unexpected counterattack seemed to have hit hard.

Seojun grinned.

“Don’t do anything weird tonight. Just go to sleep, alright?”

“Yes...”

“Goodness, why are you suddenly malfunctioning?”

Gently nudging her toward her room, he watched as she peeked back through the door crack.

“...Sleep well.”

Then, zip, she quickly withdrew and vanished.

“Oho...”

Definitely a fresh reaction.

High offense, but zero defense...

Almost like a glass cannon?

Seojun chuckled.

Maybe I’m a master of romance?

Even by his standards, today had gone pretty well.

*The next morning, Seojun sprang out of bed and stretched with a yawn.

After a dream like that, no wonder his body felt a bit stiff.

Next to him, Chunbong lay fast asleep, oblivious to the world.

She’d tried sleeping in her own room for a few days, but at some point gave up and returned to sleeping together.

Even at the Namgung Clan, she’d slowly moved her belongings back, leaving her room empty again.

“Yawn...”

Stepping out into the hallway, Seojun spotted Namgung Suah.

Seojun grinned and waved.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. Fufu, you know that light, refreshed feeling after a really good sleep?” ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Had she returned to her usual self overnight?

He studied her carefully. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Though a bit haggard, her complexion was clear. It was unclear exactly what she did last night.

Hmm.

Her pretending nothing happened somehow irritated him.

If you had to label it, he was sulking.

Swoosh—

In one smooth move, Seojun slipped behind Namgung Suah.

“Hmm?”

She noticed but just tilted her head, showing no sign of resistance.

Grinning, Seojun hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her head.

“You don’t look like you got any sleep. What were you up to last night?”

“Well...”

Blushing, Namgung Suah whispered.

“Thinking of you...?”

Seojun jolted. He let go, cleared his throat, and awkwardly fidgeted.

The mood was unbearably ticklish.

Trying to shake it off, he offered a crooked smile.

“Oh... well, that’s... nice.”

“Fufu... is it?”

Just as they were exchanging embarrassed glances, a sharp voice cut in.

“What are you two doing?”

Startled, Seojun turned to see Pae Jingwang glaring at them.

“...You scared me. What is it?”

“That’s my line. What happened between you two yesterday?”

“No, nothing special.”

“Hmm...”

Pae Jingwang narrowed his eyes and looked between the two of them.

Then he sighed.

“What a filthy world. Just go all out, brat. Smash the heads of the Black Serpent, reach the Profound Realm, and while you’re at it, unify the martial world.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s the plan. Maybe I’ll become the Heavenly Demon too.”

“...Are you crazy?”

“If I reach the Profound Realm, who’s gonna stop me?”

“Hmm. You’ve got a point. Just don’t mention my name while you’re at it..”

“But I was planning to spread a rumor that the Heavenly Demon is the Fist King’s disciple?”

“...Actually, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

Rubbing his chin, Pae Jingwang clicked his tongue.

“Anyway, you’ve got a visitor.”

“Huh? Me? I don’t have friends.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“...You wanna get hit?”

“A sparring match? I accept.”

“I meant a death match.”

“Still not bad.”

Still bickering, they walked toward the entrance. Seojun glanced at Namgung Suah’s eyes.

A sly smile.

Good grief. Scratching his ticklish cheek, he swung open the main.

“Who’s the visitor... Oh?”

“My, as expected of the Namgung Clan. Even the villa’s luxurious.”

“You came personally?”

The visitor, Hyeonwol, smiled broadly.

“I get to stretch my legs on occasions like this.”

If Hyeonwol was here...

Blood Crow Sect bastards, your days are numbered.