Woke up as a Worthless Swordsmanship Genius - Chapter 8

Episode 8

How many times will an average person have the opportunity to hold a sword in their lifetime?

At most, a kitchen knife is the limit.

When asked if I had ever held a sword, my answer was ‘yes’.

I also received basic training.

A move or two to show off your form for the shoot.

Naturally, it was not a true sword that could actually cut someone.

It was my first time holding a sharply forged sword.

gulp.

I swallowed my saliva.

Is it because of the nervousness of holding a real sword for the first time?

at all.

It was my first time feeling like this. A feeling of fullness and excitement, as if I could do anything, enveloped my body.

My heart was pounding and all my nerves were focused on the sword.

It looks like each cell is reacting sensitively.

I took a short breath and closed my eyes.

How should I swing the sword?

In fact, I didn’t know any sword techniques, and even if I tried to swing it right now, I would only be swinging it recklessly.

It was forbidden to swing recklessly and injure yourself.

‘What should I do.’

Think about it for a moment.

I already knew the solution to the point where these concerns were meaningless.

There is a sword technique I know.

There is one sword technique that I know very well in detail.

‘The swordsmanship used by the protagonist.’

Nameless swordsmanship.

I had no choice but to know it because it was often described in the novel ‘The Master of Talent’.

“Youngsik? “Are you okay?”

Selina asked if she was worried about me standing still holding a sword.

Of course, she said this because she thought I wouldn’t be able to swing a sword.

I just got angry for a moment and asked him to do it.

‘Was it too harsh?’

The moment Selina thought that.

I was breathing in and out briefly.

That’s how my own ‘acting’ began.

I am the one who knows the main character better than anyone else in this world.

Perhaps even more so than the protagonist himself.

What would happen if I got to play the main character?

[The ‘Unknown God’ eyes sparkle in anticipation of your performance.]

Ignoring the message window, I lowered my sword.

Huh.

The sword swung cleanly through the air.

Take a half step forward and slightly twist your body.

The sword was already being lifted.

Ugh.

The sword moved freely in my hand, which had never held a sword properly.

The sword cried as if it had finally let go of everything that was frustrating and felt refreshed.

It was a feeling of liberation.

He took another half step forward, leaned down slightly, and thrust his sword forward.

A sharp killing power was contained at the tip of the sword.

I intentionally took a short breath, turned my body halfway, and swung my sword.

The sword moved at high speed and cut into the air.

As I continued each movement, I kept thinking about the main character in my head.

To play the main character thoroughly.

To perfectly imitate the protagonist’s swordsmanship.

I could feel strong emotions being suppressed deep in my heart.

It was squirming in response to my sword.

I couldn’t tell if it was Raymond’s usual feelings or if they were feelings that came from playing the main character.

Looking at it, I had a question.

‘Is there a need to keep suppressing this?’

The conclusion was not difficult to come to.

There is absolutely no need to suppress it.

As if it were natural, I released the suppressed emotions.

Kwasik.

I heard something breaking.

The emotion spread throughout my body and felt like it was taking over my body.

didn’t allow it.

I let out my suppressed emotions, but I didn’t allow them to affect me.

I put all those emotions into the tip of my sword.

A fiercely strong killing power stood at the tip of the sword.

Ugh.

The sword trembled stronger than before.

He put his life into the tip of his sword and continued to swing it.

Cut and stab.

If you look at each movement, it seemed like he was just swinging the sword randomly, but when he swung the sword continuously, it became a proper form of swordsmanship.

Only then did I finally realize it.

When I held the sword, I was no longer an extra.

If I had a sword in my hand.

At least for that moment, I was the main character.

***

Selina, to be honest, laughed a little when Raymond grabbed the sword.

Raymond Millennium.

The spirit of the Millennium Count, a famous magic family.

Despite this, he is still a talentless idiot who remains in the first circle.

Naturally, she knew very well the rumors surrounding Raymond.

However, Selina wanted to see him for herself and judge him rather than hear rumors.

Therefore, I met him with as little prejudice as possible and tried to see what kind of person he was.

At first impression, it doesn’t seem like such a badass, does it? It was.

And then a comment about Raymond’s swordsmanship.

“It seems like your feet are a little slow to follow… Is that how it usually works?”

When Raymond said that, Selina could tell he had no malicious intent.

But despite this, Selina instinctively took defensive action, feeling as if her weakness had been discovered.

I sharpened my blade and spoke to him.

“You came to the Warrug family and pointed out swordsmanship. “You are a fun person.”

Normally, I wouldn’t have cared what Raymond said about swordsmanship.

The problem is that what Raymond said has been pointed out for some time.

She reacted sensitively to the feeling that she had hit the nail on the head.

“Kingdom basic swordsmanship. “If you know, would you like to try it?”

Until she said that and held out the sword, she didn’t think that Raymond would really accept it.

When Raymond picked up his sword.

She was a little embarrassed, but decided to see how far she could go, so she backed away and made space for him to swing his sword.

So Raymond started moving his sword.

After just one swing, Selina was able to realize that Raymond’s movements were not clumsy.

She was also from the Warrug family and knew well what swordsmanship was.

Isn’t he something called a genius?

It is not difficult to see that the movement of the sword that Raymond swings is unusual.

The sword split the air.

When the tip of Raymond’s sword was pointed at her, Selina unconsciously hesitated and took a step back.

For a moment, I broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively started thinking about how to block that sword if it were headed towards me.

She placed her hand on her waist and exhaled when she realized she had no sword.

Selina clenched her fists.

My muscles were tense.

The more Raymond swung his sword, the more deadly force spread around him.

Intimidating.

Like a prey facing a predator, she could not move.

The butler standing next to Selina was carefully putting his hand into her bosom.

He must have instinctively grabbed the dagger in his arms due to his strong fighting spirit.

“What is this…”

I couldn’t say it was perfect.

My body wasn’t suited to swinging a sword, and perhaps because of that, I didn’t feel like my body could move freely.

‘And yet…’

I don’t know how to deal with it.

Wouldn’t the best way be to hold on and drag it into a long-term war?

Selina watched Raymond’s sword while thinking many thoughts.

***

By the time I started sweating. My mind was blurry.

He let out a short breath and stopped the sword by swinging it from top to bottom like he did when he first started.

‘it’s tough.’

I tried to calm my trembling arms and turned to look at Selina.

You could see her astonished face…

[‘The nameless god’ looks at you with a satisfied face. I praise you for your perfect performance.]

A message comes to mind again.

Who on earth is this nameless god?

After thinking for a moment, I shook my head.

It’s not like I could figure it out just by worrying about it, but there was something more important right now.

He slowly lowered his sword and walked towards Selina.

The acting is over.

“I didn’t know the kingdom’s basic sword techniques, so I swung it arbitrarily.”

He held out his sword to her in a polite manner.

An action to return something.

My arms were shaking for a moment, but I tried not to show it.

Selina’s lips quivered and she took the sword I held out to her.

“Have you ever learned how to use a sword? Raymond Youngsik.”

“Should I say I learned it? Today is the first time I have held a sword with a sharp edge.”

Even though I held a sword while acting, it wasn’t a real sword.

I didn’t learn properly. So I answered it as it is.

Being honest will leave the best possible impression on her.

Selina moaned softly.

How can I show such systematic swordsmanship when I haven’t even learned how to use a sword?

She was confused.

“You… are a lot different than I thought.”

Selina looked at me with eyes filled with complicated feelings.

I knew the rumors about Raymond very well.

I thought I knew what she was talking about.

“You are a little different from what I thought, my lady.”

“Is that because of what you thought?”

“You look better with silver hair… than I thought.”

He smiled slightly and lowered his gaze to his hand.

The tingling had been bothering me since a while ago.

The palm that held the sword was badly chapped.

It was a bit absurd to see that it was about to get blisters.

“under.”

It doesn’t seem like I’ve been swinging the sword for that long, but it happens like this.

It doesn’t show that it’s a flower grown in a greenhouse, so what does it do?

“Your hand…”

“Ah, you can just treat it easily later, so don’t worry too much about it.”

It’s nothing more than a touch.

You don’t get hurt for a day or two. If you make a mistake while acting, many of these injuries will occur.

Since it wasn’t something she needed to see, I tried to take my hand back, but Selina wouldn’t allow it.

She clicked her tongue and turned her head slightly to look at the butler.

“butler.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’d like to ask you to treat Raymond Youngsik.”

“All right. miss.”

The butler answered that way and slightly lowered his head.

***

“I was surprised that he suddenly ran out. “It looks like Raymond had an accident.”

Count Millennium said to Count Warrug, looking at Raymond and Selina who were standing far away.

Count Warrug just gave Raymond a look and did not give any reply.

“Gerard.”

Count Millennium turned his head when he heard Count Warrug’s voice calling him.

Count Warrug narrowed his brows and continued speaking.

“I mean your son.”

“Why Raymond?”

“You know how to use a sword.”

“What do you mean? “Raymond has never held a sword in his life.”

Count Millennium waved his hand as if to tell him not to joke.

But Count Warrug’s face was serious.

“For sure… “It was the skill of someone who had ever held a sword.”

“…”

“That is also the sword of the one who took thousands of lives.”

Count Warrug muttered.

He glanced at his arm.

All the fluff is standing up.

The body naturally reacted to the harsh living.

‘Something big is going to happen on Millennium Street.’

he thought to himself.