Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 82

Episode #82. When you see a sword, you know a person.

“Do you have a trick?”

“It is not to the extent of being called a tombstone. It is very simple and basic.”

“What method?”

Li Qingyu, whose eyes are shining brightly, wonders what countermeasures this sword master has come up with who has lived a long time.

Looking at her, Limon scratched his cheek.

“Well, it’s complicated to explain in words… First of all, can I get some detailed information about your domestic affiliates?”

“What data from which affiliate are you talking about?”

“entire.”

“…everything?”

“ok. The data we have, such as the size of the location of the head office and branches, major products, revenue, employee list, and average number of visitors, are all data.”

“Where are you going to use it?”

“As you know, I was still a former PAB agent, right? And the PAB agent’s job was to catch criminals.”

“…?”

What is the relationship between that material and Limon’s former job?

Looking at Li Qingyu, who was puzzled and made a mysterious expression, Limon smiled.

“Originally, the main job of an investigative agent is to prevent and investigate crimes, not to fight criminals.”

* * *

“…Princess.”

“Your swordsman.”

“Even though I asked for all of them… isn’t this a bit too much?”

Limon, who spoke tremblingly.

To him, Li Qingyu tilted his head and replied.

“Didn’t you ask for all the materials you have?”

“No, but there is such a thing as degree. It’s almost like building a small library.”

Limon said shyly.

He should be like that, and what is piled up in front of him right now is literally a mountain of documents.

It went beyond filling the walls on all sides and was piled up on the floor, so that there was more paper than all the other furniture and empty space put together.

“That’s right, we are the Seven Dragons. I was able to organize this amount thanks to Chao’s hard work.”

“No…”

Limon groaned.

Well, it was a natural result.

No matter how declining, the Black Dragon Clan is also an axis of the Seven Dragon Group. There was no way that the affiliated company’s data was small.

Looking at the thin papers summarized by Wei Ling recently, I forgot about that fact for a moment.

‘I can’t take this back…’

Limon turned his head slightly to look at the man who had brought the papers.

Clear dark circles around the eyes.

Lips parched with fatigue.

to the dull skin.

Where did the usually neat male-dressed beauty go?

Limon groaned when he saw Wei Ling, who looked like he had been preparing this material all night.

No matter how much Limon is called a mad dog, even after seeing that face, he wasn’t conscienceless enough to change his mind just because there were more documents than he thought.

‘I can’t help it.’

In the end, Limon sighed and picked up the thick papers piled in front of him.

Charleuk.

“…?”

“…”

It was right after that.

Li Qingyu blinked.

Wei Ling frowned.

That would also be the case, because Limon started picking up the papers once, flipping through them once, and then putting them down again and again.

“What are you looking for?”

“what are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you just skimming like that to find something special?”

“Are you reading all of them?”

“…You mean you’re reading the papers at that speed right now?”

“Why do you think you can’t? It’s a lot easier than just seeing bullets flying by and hitting them.”

“…”

Wei Ling was at a loss for words.

It doesn’t make sense at all.

In fact, there are many masters who can dodge bullets even in the Seven Dragons.

However, if you ask if such a master is capable of such a skill, the answer is of course ‘Are you crazy?’

Even if you dodged bullets in the first place, it was only enough to look at the direction of the muzzle and pull yourself out of the line of fire according to the timing.

It’s hard to dodge bullets.

What’s more, reading something at such a low speed is only possible when you have dynamic vision that allows you to read even the letters engraved on flying bullets.

It’s not something humans do.

“Come to think of it, it shouldn’t be too difficult for a swordsman.”

Even so, Li Qingyu readily agreed.

And watching Limon continue to hand over the papers in a calm manner, Wei-Ling realized two things.

This gray-haired young man is a sword master.

One thing is that he was a true superman who couldn’t handle even if the seven dragons’ class masters rushed in droves.

and another one.

“Then why haven’t you processed the paperwork at that rate until now?”

That Limon had been playing around.

Limon cleared his throat at Wei Ling’s gaze, as if he were looking at human garbage.

“No, reading and understanding are two different things. Doesn’t everyone become an expert just by reading major books a hundred times?”

“Anyway, seeing something only once in the time you can see it a hundred times is usually called nonsense.”

“That’s because you’re so good at your job.”

charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Hiring talented subordinates and entrusting them with complete trust is also a great mercenary technique.

While brazenly passing Wei Ling’s gaze, it took a long time to constantly flip through the documents in line with the minutely vibrating eyes.

after a few hours like that.

Limon finally put the paper down and rubbed his eyes.

“Oops, it stings your eyes.”

“Did you really read all of that?”

“Otherwise, how many hours would I have been staring at these scraps of paper because I was crazy?”

Wei Ling makes a suspicious expression.

Unlike her, Li Qingyu looked at Limon with expectant eyes.

“So did you find out anything?”

“No at all.”

“…yes?”

Li Qingyu blinked blankly as if he had not expected such an answer.

Wei Ling asked questioningly on her behalf.

“Then why did you look at the alternative documents?”

“Don’t be too impatient. I’m about to check what I’ve found out.”

Wei Ling’s eyes look like crazy X.

But Limon calmly got up.

Then, he strode towards the middle of the room and said suddenly.

“Stay back toward the wall, both of you. I have to focus from now on.”

“What…”

Sreureung.

Wei Ling kept her mouth shut.

It wasn’t just that Limon suddenly drew his sword.

It was because a sense of intimidation flowed from Limon, who held the sword and gently closed his eyes.

“…The weapon is a deformed blunt weapon with a length of 4 inches (12 cm), a knife length of 3 feet and 1 inch (930 cm), and a remote-type skill.”

“The main method is to cut through to avoid vital points and inflict maximum pain. Destruction stained with madness using overwhelming power. Cold and thorough crushing using skill.”

“Then…”

As if looking back on memories.

Take a moment to mumble something.

Limon closed his eyes and slowly began to move his sword.

Sometimes it’s like cutting off a person’s flesh.

Sometimes like a beast driven to madness.

Sometimes, as if moving a huge rock with a thousand roots.

Watching the movement of the sword between sharpness, intensity and heaviness while maintaining a slow speed, Wei Ling felt chills.

Every time his swordsmanship changed, he seemed to change as suddenly as any other person.

The creepy feeling of actually butchering people even though they are just cutting through the air.

It made her body tingle.

Paralock!

Was it because the momentum of swinging the sword was too much?

I didn’t even touch it directly.

Papers piled up everywhere fluttered, covering everything around in white like a blizzard in the night sky.

However, despite the storm of documents, Limon continued to move his sword without panic.

It is rather a group of creatures that fly up and sway in the air as if they were alive on their own.

Originally just pieces of paper, at this moment, the papers flutter along the sword as if they had become a group of butterflies chasing flowers.

‘…!’

Wei Ling felt the inside of her mouth dry up.

It wasn’t just because of the movement of the sword that freely manipulated tens of thousands of documents like limbs.

It was because he realized that none of the papers swirling like a storm had been cut by the blade.

It is truly the pinnacle of skill.

As a swordsman that only those who reached the ultimate in swordsmanship could imitate, it was a spectacle that made me tremble.

Squeak.

how long has it been

Finally Limon stops the sword.

When the fluttering papers fell.

On top of Limon’s sword, which stretched out horizontally, three different papers were placed neatly on top of each other, as if they were measured with a ruler.

clap clap clap

“You are also a swordsman. It’s not even a sword dance, so you can wield a sword so beautifully.”

Li Qingyu clapped hard and admired as if he had seen a really great show.

But Limon wasn’t particularly elated.

I just flicked my sword lightly.

“Take it.”

Wei Ling, who casually grabbed the three documents that had slid into him, said calmly.

“The next one will be one of these three, so prepare yourself. Roughly, if we send one armed force to each location, the worst can be avoided.”

“…Are you saying that one of these three places the beasts will attack next?”

“If it’s an ambush.”

“Why?”

Wei Ling was blatantly suspicious.

The swordsmanship that Limon just performed was amazing, but that was only the skill of the sword.

If you think about it calmly, it seemed that Limon was just swinging his sword moderately and handing out a few papers that accidentally got stuck.

“Have you ever heard of this? You can tell a person by looking at a sword.”

“If it’s that common saying, of course I know it.”

“Okay, if you know how to do those common things, the rest is simple. You can think of it by replacing the killing method with swordsmanship.”

Wei Ling, who was looking at Limon gently, realized the meaning after a while and frowned.

“…You mean you reinterpreted the traces left on the corpse with swordsmanship and inferred the attack pattern?”

“That’s how it is.”

“Do you think that makes sense?”

Wei Ling was sneering.

Limon’s words are the height of absurdity.

It was more perfect nonsense than a fraudulent fortuneteller who seemed to tell the date of the typhoon next year after seeing the swallow today.

“It makes sense.”

However, it was Li Qingyu, not Limon, who responded to Wei Ling’s point.

“Because a swordsmith is a sword master.”

He is neither a fortune teller nor a detective.

So I can’t make predictions.

I can’t even find the culprit by reasoning.

But at least there was nothing Limon didn’t know about swordsmanship, and there was nothing he couldn’t do.

Even though he may be a swordsman who only knows swords, he is an absolute master who has learned everything about swords.

So, just by looking at the sword marks left on the corpse, you can figure out how many spoons are in the culprit’s house.

Looking at Li Qingyu as he spoke with a smile on his face, Limon reluctantly objected.

“No matter how much I do, I don’t even know how many spoons are in the criminal’s house with just that?”

“But you can tell which hand you use the spoon with, right?”

“That’s about it, but…”

“Then it’s like knowing how many spoons there are. You can make predictions by inferring the criminal’s habits, personality, and property status.”

“…wouldn’t you rather tell me to become a fortuneteller?”