Hunter Academy’s Greatest War God - Chapter 365

Chapter 365 Shin

Yuseong climbed Musin Mountain alone.

It was a short return in about a year, but on the other hand, Mt. Musin was like a hometown where Shin Yoo-seong spent 12 years since he was 5 years old.

Splash –

Rainwater splashed on the familiar stone steps, and mountain birds sang in beautiful voices under the trees to avoid the falling rain.

‘It’s only been a year since I left Mt. Musin… but it feels so long.’

Yooseong Shin recalled himself climbing the stairs for the first time while holding Yu Won-hak’s hand. At first, everything was new and difficult, but thanks to Master’s teachings, I soon got used to it.

“Oh, this is…”

Shin Yoo-seong looked at the stream that was swollen with rainwater. In order to cross the stream, he had to step on stones like stepping stones, but he was afraid of water when he was young, so he once crossed the bridge with Yuwonhak on his back.

My childhood self was so feeble. I didn’t know what it would be, what it could be, and what it couldn’t be.

‘A stone with no name, although it has potential…’

If someone were to call F-class traits innate defects, that would have been the case. He must have lived his whole life thinking of himself as a stone without knowing his value.

How can you trust yourself when you’ve been abandoned by your parents?

However, Yoo Won-hak called Shin Yoo-seong a jewel. He recognized the value and polished and polished the stone that had no name.

That was when it started.

Shin Yoo-seong was not a kid abandoned by the Shin-oh family, but a hunter chosen by King Kwon. He was the only disciple raised by the strongest Hunter.

People now call Yooseong Shin the best rookie. Among countless students at Hunter Academy, Shin Yoo-seong was chosen as the best talent to lead Korea.

As more than 10 years have passed, so many things have changed between when I first climbed Mt. Musin and now.

“Ah…”

The rain stopped.

A blue bird perched on Shin Yoo-seong’s shoulder. Shin Yuseong smiled as if it was welcoming him back after a long absence.

“I’m back.”

Shin Yoo-seong said while looking at the cave he stayed in one day. A deep, low-pitched voice asked a question from the top of the tree, as if waiting.

“What did you learn?”

Kwon Wang Yoo Won-hak landed in front of Shin Yoo-seong with a gesture that was too light to match his big size.

“Um…”

Yooseong Shin stopped talking as he faced Yoo Wonhak right in front of him. It was so difficult to summarize what I learned and felt during the course of a year.

“I learned to trust my colleagues.”

Just as Yu Won-hak, his teacher, believed in himself, Shin Yoo-seong sincerely believed in Sumire, whose self-esteem was low due to a series of events.

As a result, Sumire is now the best necromancer, Shin Yoo-seong’s colleague, and has become a reliable and reliable existence.

“…and?”

Yu Won-Hak asked with a satisfied smile.

Shin Yuseong recalled what he had experienced one by one.

“Meeting many people, feeling emotions that I couldn’t feel at Mt.

Yu Yuan-Hak nodded and said, “Hmm.” He didn’t say anything for a while, and he sat down on the seat soaked in a little rainwater.

“Have you made friends you can trust and entrust your life with?”

Sumire. Eunah Kim. Adela. Siwoo Lee. From Amy to Shin Yoo-seong, he made numerous colleagues and built a bond with them. Shin Yoo-seong was able to trust his colleagues. Above all, it was reliable.

Therefore, he answered Yu Won-hak’s question without any hesitation.

“…yes. Master.”

Yoo Won-hak touched his chin with a thick hand at Shin Yu-seong’s clear answer, which contained only trust, without a single doubt.

“Right. That’s right…”

Shin Yoo-seong calmly watched Yuwon-hak. Yuwonhak, the first time he saw it, was a strict teacher, but Shin Yoo-seong knew that such aspects were not the only aspects of Yuwonhak.

Yu Won-hak, his teacher, was a loner. He was a man who chose the path of a hunter instead of a peaceful life with a witch because he did not want to create a precious existence for himself and create regrets.

He was a man who tried to walk the path of the strongest who was terribly lonely.

“Your own throwing god… are you walking your own path?”

Shin Yoosung closed his eyes.

Is the ‘something’ that passes between the fingertips along the dry wind really the flow of time?

The finely scattered photos passed by indifferently before my closed eyes.

“That’s…”

Shin Yuseong blurted out his words.

The year given to Shin Yoo-seong was a series of learning and learning. I learned how to use power to save someone, and I kept asking myself what the right power was.

“Can you answer me?”

On the day when the moon over the lake was so beautiful, he saw the color of mana that only he could see, and because he had a different body than usual, he was able to gain enlightenment through the difference.

okay. Clearly, Shin Yoo-seong was walking his own path. It was a path that only Shin Yoo-seong could walk, a combination of natural talent and experience, and it was very different from the path Yu Won-hak walked.

okay. Teaching is like that.

from master to disciple.

as a son to a father.

And it’s not just a human thing. Teaching will continue in some form.

“…No Master. I found my own throwing god.”

As time passes and generations pass through, they are transformed and created anew. Nevertheless, the colors spread like beautiful paint do not turn black and fade. It just shimmered beautifully in each color. Nothing disappears in vain. Something must be left behind.

“Thanks to Master’s teachings, I am walking… on my own path.”

Shin Yooseong got down on one knee and bowed his head. It was just thanks. It was the greeting of a disciple who calmly suppressed his overflowing emotions because words cannot contain all his emotions.

On the other hand, Yoo Won-hak’s voice contained a feeling of loneliness and overwhelming emotion.

“You regret it.”

Yuseong Shin had never heard such a weak sentence from the mouth of Yu Won-hak until now. In the end, Yooseong Shin met his teacher’s eyes without being able to hide his surprise.

Yoo Won-hak put his hand on Shin Yoo-seong’s head. Shin Yoo-seong stroked his hair like he did that day when he was a 5-year-old kid and said,

“How nice it would have been if I had tasted this much joy a little earlier.”

Shin Yoosung couldn’t believe it. Nothing could be answered. To Shin Yoo-seong, Yoo Won-hak has always been a strong being. It was the strongest being. He was like a strict father.

“Yoosung.”

The voice of a teacher who is so benevolent now that he has reached his old age.

“…your master.”

Maybe because he lowered his head, Shin Yoo-seong’s voice was subdued. The one in front of him was not the strongest hunter, Yu Won-hak, the King of Kings. He was just an old man.

“I have been a coward who ran away from happiness all my life. Even making friends… took a long time. Even that was a big decision for me.”

Yoo Won-hak put his hands on Shin Yoo-seong’s shoulders. Yu Won-hak’s eyes were full of trust.

“You are different from me.”

Yoo Won-hak grabbed the strand of light that had been crushed through the leaves. The ray of light seemed almost to be caught by the giant grip, but it escaped in the end.

“You will become a better and stronger Hunter than me. Yooseong, walk your own path.”

Shin Yooseong knew instinctively. This is the final instruction from the master to his disciple. It was the process of truly descending Mt. Musin.

“The day you reach the truth of the tower. The day you reach the Hunter’s secret wish… I believe in your choice of meteor.”

Although it was so sudden, it was a moment that would come someday.

“Go down the mountain.”

There are no more teachings.

So Shin Yuseong had to go down Mt. Musin. It was time to find your own mountain, climb it, and carve out your own path. How many encounters will wait in front of it How much joy will wait How much sadness will I go through.

However, Shin Yoo-seong had no choice but to walk silently without giving up.

Remembrance!

Shin Yoo-seong, who got up from his seat, looked at Yoo Won-hak and took a siege with courtesy.

“So far… really.”

memories are scattered

Even a year ago, Shin Yoo-seong’s memories were all of Musin Mountain.

Some days they climbed trees to sleep, ran away from wild boars, and roasted meat over an open fire. I learned to punch and I learned to kick.

I was praised, I was scolded, I learned manners and I knew respect.

Shin Yoo-seong knew.

It was thanks to Yoo Won-hak that he was able to heal himself after he was hurt.

“…thanked. Master.”

Yoo Won-hak had no choice but to acknowledge it now. His behavior, which was simply aimed at making the strongest hunter and receiving disciples to continue the fighting god, had changed before he knew it.

very late old age.

It was just that I had regained the happiness I had given up before I knew it.

“No thanks. It was such a fun time… When I look back on my memories, I only think of you guys. Won’t it feel so short…”

Cheo-!

Yoo Won-hak patted Shin Yoo-seong, who had lost his energy, and shouted to encourage him.

“Never give up at any moment! Yoosung, there is no wall you cannot climb. You are a hunter who will pave the way even by breaking down the walls that block you.”

“Master…”

Shin Yuseong turned his head with a smile. Shin Yuseong remembered the first day he descended Mt. Musin. I couldn’t hide my heart pounding because of the future I was looking forward to. It was so full of joy and exuberance that I couldn’t stop for a moment.

chin. that buck chin. with a splash.

But this time it was different.

Shin Yoo-seong hurried his heavy steps with his heart, renewing memories and meanings with each step.

I slowly descended the mountain, holding in my arms the old teachings that were likely to fade after a long time.

Looking at the back of Shin Yoo-seong, King Kwon chanted with a benevolent face.

“If I am the King of Fist, Yooseong and you are a fighting god. The commitment to save this world with your two fists…”