The Weapon Genius: Anything I Hold Can Kill-Chapter 89: A Parting Gesture

The room remained still as Eunhe stepped forward, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she simply studied them, taking in the bruises, cuts, and sheer exhaustion weighing down their postures.

Then, without a word, she raised her hands.

A soft golden glow pulsed from her fingertips, expanding outward like ripples in water. It wasn’t blinding, nor was it overwhelming—it was subtle, controlled. Precise.

The warmth that followed wasn’t like the adrenaline rush of a fight, nor the heat of pain. It was something deeper. A quiet restoration. A steady, undeniable mending.

Jin inhaled sharply as he felt the pain in his ribs melt away, the tight pull of torn muscles smoothing out like they had never been injured in the first place.

Across from him, Echo exhaled shakily, fingers curling as feeling returned to parts of his body that had been burning with strain just moments ago. The dull ache in his back, the tension in his arms—all of it vanished, leaving nothing but an odd, weightless relief.

Joon rolled his shoulders as if testing his range of motion. No more stiffness. No more pain. His knuckles, once split open from impact, were untouched now. As if the fight had never happened.

The process was seamless, almost unreal. Unlike potions or makeshift bandages, which left behind the sensation of lingering wounds, this felt... whole. As if nothing had ever been wrong.

Even the exhaustion faded.

It wasn’t just surface-level healing. It was like their bodies had been reset entirely.

Jin’s gaze flickered toward Eunhe’s face.

Despite the ease in which she worked, he noticed the faint strain in her posture. The slight shift of her shoulders, the way she controlled her breathing.

Healing took something out of her.

Even if it wasn’t obvious at first glance, it was there—a quiet toll beneath the effortless display.

A healer’s work was never as simple as just fixing people. There was always a cost.

And yet, she didn’t hesitate.

The glow pulsed once more, a final sweep through the room, and then—just as quickly as it had appeared—it dimmed, fading back into her hands.

Silence followed.

Jin flexed his fingers experimentally. No pain. No tightness.

The others exchanged glances, wordlessly coming to the same realization. They weren’t just healed.

They were back at full strength.

And yet...

The tension in the air remained.

Even after all that, Eunhe hadn’t spoken a word.

She simply stood there, hands lowering, expression calm—but not entirely at ease.

Not discomfort, not hostility. Just... something else. Something distant.

Jin, always one to notice the small shifts in people, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Eunhe wasn’t looking at them.

She was waiting.

For what, exactly, he wasn’t sure.

But someone needed to break the silence.

The silence stretched between them, thick and almost expectant.

Eunhe remained still, her hands folded in front of her, her expression unreadable. She wasn’t avoiding their eyes, but she wasn’t entirely meeting them either.

That subtle unease—it wasn’t outright discomfort, but something more... distant. Reserved.

Echo, sitting closest to her, rubbed the back of his neck. The weight of everything that had just happened, the confusion, the tension—it all pressed down on him.

And for once, he actually hesitated.

He had rushed in earlier, so damn sure of himself. So sure it was her. That someone he thought was long gone had somehow survived.

But now, after everything—

She didn’t know him. Didn’t even recognize his name.

And yet, she had just healed them without hesitation.

He exhaled and finally spoke. "Hey, uh... sorry about earlier."

Eunhe blinked, glancing at him.

Echo shifted, not quite meeting her gaze. "I shouldn’t have just assumed you were someone else." His voice was softer than usual, quieter, almost uncertain. "That was... weird of me."

For a moment, there was nothing.

Then, Eunhe’s lips curved into a small, understanding smile.

"It’s alright. I get it."

She didn’t sound offended, nor did she sound particularly moved. Just... accepting. Like she truly didn’t think anything of it.

Echo let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

It still felt strange—too much lined up for this to just be a coincidence—but there was nothing else he could do. She said she didn’t know him. She didn’t react to his name, his face, his voice.

Maybe... maybe he was wrong.

Maybe he was just grasping at something that wasn’t there.

Eunhe folded her hands in front of her. "I hope you all have a safe journey home."

It felt like an ending. Like a gentle but deliberate closing of a door.

Jin and Joon exchanged glances, and Echo forced himself to nod.

It wasn’t the resolution he expected. But it was something.

The conversation might have ended there—

But the door opened again.

The shift in the air was immediate.

Three figures stepped inside, their presence commanding attention. The three strongest fighters they had gone up against.

Kang Daeho. Baek Seungmin. Nam Kyungjoon.

The last time they had faced each other, it had been a brutal, exhausting battle—one that could’ve ended far worse.

Jin’s posture straightened instinctively, and Joon’s eyes narrowed slightly, assessing. Echo’s fingers twitched at his side, remembering the weight of every impact.

But there was no hostility now.

Kang Daeho, the powerhouse, stepped forward first. He inclined his head—not a deep bow, but a gesture of acknowledgment. A sign of respect.

"We came to apologize."

Jin’s brows lifted slightly. He hadn’t expected that.

Baek Seungmin, ever composed, followed. "The way this world works now... it puts everyone on edge." His gaze was steady, unreadable. "The quest. The fights. We reacted to a threat, and we were wrong about you."

Nam Kyungjoon, quieter than the others, simply said, "...We won’t make the same mistake again."

There was no arrogance in their words. No excuses.

Just recognition of what had happened.

Jin considered them for a moment, studying their faces. They had fought fiercely, had pushed them harder than anyone they had encountered before.

And yet, here they were, standing in front of them, acknowledging their actions.

That meant something.

Jin exhaled, then stepped forward. He extended his hand.

Kang Daeho looked at it for only a second before clasping it firmly.

Jin met his gaze. "We weren’t exactly gentle either."

Daeho let out a short breath—something like a huff of amusement. "No, you weren’t."

Baek Seungmin’s lips curled in a faint smirk. "You fought well."

Nam Kyungjoon gave a small nod, shifting his weight as if still adjusting to the aftermath of battle.

Joon, watching from the side, crossed his arms. "So this is the part where we’re allies now, huh?"

Baek Seungmin gave him a sidelong glance. "If that’s how you want to look at it."

Joon scoffed but didn’t push further.

The room settled into something quieter. Not exactly comfortable, but not tense either.

Just... an understanding.

Jin let go of Kang Daeho’s hand and glanced at Eunhe. She had remained silent through the entire exchange, simply observing.

For a moment, he wondered what she thought of all this.

But before he could ask, before he could even think of where to go from here—

She finally spoke.

"You should rest before you leave."

With that, the three men left the room, but before the door had even fully closed, another presence entered the room.

Yewon.

She stepped in with effortless authority, arms crossed, eyes scanning the scene with a sharp, assessing gaze.

Jin barely had time to straighten before she spoke. "Consider this a formality."

She moved forward, placing a sealed inventory case on the table between them. The case emitted a faint glow, a sign that its contents were stored within the system’s spatial inventory.

"Medical supplies, rations, and additional resources. Take them."

Jin’s eyes narrowed.

After everything, he wasn’t about to blindly accept a gift from someone they had attacked a few hours ago. "And why would you do that?"

Yewon met his stare without hesitation. "Because you beat my men. And I respect strength."

She let that settle, her gaze unwavering. "I don’t believe in wasting potential. Your group clearly has it. We don’t need to be enemies."

There was no deception in her tone, no empty flattery. Just a simple fact.

Jin studied her. She was difficult to read—controlled, measured. Unlike the others, she had yet to show a single crack in her composure.

A leader through and through.

He wasn’t naïve enough to think this was purely goodwill. But he understood what this was.

A test. A gesture.

She was extending an offer, leaving it up to them whether or not they would take it.

Jin didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he let the silence stretch, watching her carefully.

Then, finally, he stepped forward and extended his hand.

Yewon grasped it firmly.

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A soft pulse of energy flickered around Jin as the transaction completed.

He exhaled slightly, barely reacting as the notification flashed in his vision. A tangible sign that this wasn’t a trap.

Yewon’s grip was steady. Confident. Not the grip of someone trying to deceive him.

She released his hand and glanced at the others. "I assume you received my gift."

Joon tilted his head. "That’s one way to put it."

She ignored the comment. "Consider this a mutual benefit. An alliance between your base and ours."

Jin frowned slightly. "You’re that confident we’ll agree?"

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Jin clicked his tongue, but he didn’t deny it.

The others didn’t speak, but their expressions told him they were just as surprised by the turn of events.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

They had come here expecting resistance. A fight. A battle for survival.

Instead, they were leaving with healed bodies, resources, and an alliance that could change the trajectory of their base’s future.

The weight of battle still lingered, but for the first time in a while, there was no immediate fight waiting for them.

They weren’t friends. Not yet.

But maybe...

They didn’t have to be enemies.