Chapter 99: Tournament (4)

༺ Tournament (4) ༻

The tournament that had begun just a little past midnight was shaping up to be an event that would be underway for a long time.

As the third-generation disciples prepared for an extensive period of time for this day, they were all serious about the tournament.

And since all of them belonged to the same sect, their sword arts were more or less identical to each other.

They knew each other too well which was it was taking so long for them to achieve triumph over the other.

To some, it may feel a bit lame for a match to go on for so long, but the heat in the crowd didn’t seem to have died off.

“These reactions are crazy.”

“They all seem to be enjoying it.”

Although the crowd was essentially small in size, just their excitement and enthusiasm alone were enough to rival the crowds that watched events that the Murim Alliance usually hosted.

I, however, couldn’t help but feel bored.

‘...Is it because I’ve been spending my time with Yung Pung a lot lately?’

Since I could only compare these martial artists to Yung Pung, their sword arts really seemed extremely poor in my eyes.

The flexibility they wielded was severely lacking compared to the real swordsmen of the Mount Hua Sect. Moreover, the flow and reaction time of their Qi usage was far too disappointing as well.

To put it in a brutally honest way, I could knock these punks out in just one blow.

Even Yung Pung would be able to do the same, not to even mention someone like Namgung Bi-ah.

‘...I guess that’s why they pitted Yung Pung against the second-generation disciples.’

Now I was able to fully understand the reason behind that decision.

It wasn’t that they were lacking.

They were martial artists from the Ten Sect Alliance, and on top of that, they were disciples of the prestigious Mount Hua Sect.

They were certainly stronger compared to other kids their age...

However, the reason behind this underwhelming feeling I had of them was simply because the people that I had met recently could easily overpower them.

‘It makes sense since it’s not common for someone who isn’t even at the age of twenty to reach the realm of a first-rate martial artist.’

Geniuses like Yung Pung and Namgung Bi-ah were extraordinary ones and an outlier to this overview.

I glanced at Namgung Bi-ah, wondering if I was the only one that found this tournament boring.

I was unable to see her face clearly since she still had her veil on, but I was able to notice a strange movement just then.

I couldn’t help but ask.

“You yawned just now, right?”

“...”

Immediately, she flinched due to my question and averted her gaze.

Along with the turning of her head, I could see her meticulously tied hair wave.

Glancing at the hair accessory she had put on her hair, for some time, I turned toward Wi Seol-Ah.

Unlike me and Namgung Bi-ah, Wi Seol-Ah was watching the fight with a distinct glint in her eyes.

“Is it fun for you?”

“Yeah!”

She responded without hiding the emotions she felt about watching the fight.

I guess it is different for her since she is not seeing it with a mentality like mine.

– Woahhh-!

Shifting my gaze toward the arena as I heard the cheering of the crowd, I immediately noticed that one wooden sword had fallen to the ground.

“...I lost.”

“You did well.”

The winner gripped the loser’s shoulder as a sign of assurance.

It seemed like the one to lose had been a disciple that was on the young side compared to his opponent or may have entered the sect later.

At that moment, I heard the murmuring of the people around me.

“It seems like they improved way more than last year.”

“To see that they changed this much in just one year, it makes me proud.”

“This is what the Mount Hua Sect is all about...! Yup!”

It was certainly different from what I felt about the match.

I guess it was just because they were normal individuals and not martial artists.

‘Am I different now?’

Am I thinking that I am in the same realm as them just because I absorbed some Qi after I was given a second chance in life with regression?

If that were to be the case, then I definitely needed to change my thought process.

These thoughts would surely come biting back one day.

I had to be extra careful since I’d experienced something similar before.

While I was organizing my thoughts, Namgung Bi-ah spoke.

“...She came out.”

I had to open my eyes wide at those words.

I heard the murmuring of the people surrounding me as well.

“What the, there was a girl amongst the disciples?”

“There wasn’t one last year... is she someone new?”

“No way, even the richest families tried to put their kids into the Mount Hua Sect, yet they were rejected right away as they weren’t accepting any more disciples right now.”

A girl was standing in the midst of the arena with a proper posture while wearing the symbolizing white attire of the Mount Hua Sect, holding a wooden sword in her hand.

Along with the tied black hair, she was calming her breath and taking in her surroundings.

Even in the midst of the crowd that surrounded her, the girl remained calm and composed.

Or was that just her pretending to be calm, it could be possible that she had a lot of thoughts running through her mind right now.

I just continued to watch, my gaze affixed on her form.

Soon, she pulled out the wooden sword and went into a battle stance.

Before the duel began, the two opposing disciples of their designations.

“...I am Yung Jin— a third-generation disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.”

“I’m Gu Ryunghwa— a second-generation disciple of the Mount Hua Sect.”

Their voices weren’t loud, but it was loud enough for people to hear and the content of their speech shocked them to no end.

After they were done with their introductions,

“Begin.”

Along with reverberating shout, enhanced by the usage of Qi, Gu Ryunghwa’s duel began.

* * * *

– What the... a second-generation disciple? How is that possible when she looks so young?

– This is the first time I’ve seen her. Maybe she isn’t even officially part of the sect yet, considering she had just introduced herself today.

I heard the murmurs of the people again.

I tried to ignore them, but their voices still resonated in my head.

Gu Ryunghwa tried her utmost to input all her focus on her opponent, standing parallel to her on the other side.

An annoyed expression was displayed on his face.

It seemed that he was a bit offended by his opponent.

Probably, the reason wasn’t due to him being pitted against his senior,

Since he probably didn’t even acknowledge her as a senior in the first place.

It would be more along the lines of him being disappointed by this match-up. As he was unable to have an honorable and worthy duel due to getting matched up against a little girl.

The emotions he was displaying were certainly negative in nature.

Gu Ryunghwa’s breathing started getting rougher.

– I would like to participate in the first day of the tournament.

She really wanted to participate along with the other second-generation disciples, but she still expressed her desire to participate with the juniors, suppressing her greed.

It’d only make her seem stubborn and foolish if she didn’t.

This concerned her pride as a disciple of her master,

However, she still chose to give it up, in the end.

Shinhyun asked with worry if Gu Ryunghwa was really fine with this decision and she just nodded her head with an astute determination on her face in response.

Many meanings were mixed into the question that he had asked her.

And she was aware of those meanings.

Slowly, she lifted her wooden sword and trained her gaze on her opponent.

And she was sure that her brother wouldn’t try to lessen the distance between them either.

After thinking till there, Gu Ryunghwa felt like she had an inkling of what she wanted to do.

– Swoosh-!

An attack that pierced through a careless opening, connected with Yung Jin’s shoulder.

She had swung her sword lightly, intending to not do any big damage to her opponent. However, the important thing here was the fact that her attack still landed on her opponent.

Yung Jin’s face fired up almost immediately.

His pride had definitely been hurt by that action and her consideration to not hurt him.

Even though he was looking at her with such hostility, Gu Ryunghwa chose to remain calm.

She focused her powers on her feet.

The Qi that flowed, starting from her abdominal region— the dantian, spread throughout her whole body and enhanced the strength that she channeled to her legs.

If there was a distance between them, all she had to do was just close it.

She decided that if he won’t be coming close to her, then she’ll just go over to him.

If she was unable to return to the life she had before, then she just needed to make a new one with her brother.

She would feel resentment and still shout out in anger and vehemence.

She would cry due to the deep scar that would probably never wash away from her heart,

But she still wished to forgive him for everything.

If it wasn’t the plum blossoms she wanted to channel in her sword, then this intent was all she wished to channel within her martial art.

Gu Ryunghwa moved fluidly in between Yung Jin’s sword strikes.

The blooming of a talent transpired just like that.

She was disadvantaged when it was a matter of physique and the strength and accumulation of her Qi.

However, for some reason that even she was unaware of, Gu Ryunghwa felt no fear— not even for a second.

She deflected all the attacks that came her way and inched closer toward him step by step.

Due to that action of hers, a feeling of shock and bewilderment gradually appeared in Yung Jin’s mind.

His thoughts of easily defeating her and participating in a real duel with his next opponent were soon crushed into oblivion.

Yung Jin had been serious about this fight from the moment his first strike was deflected.

‘What in the world...’

To say that something like this was unbelievable, didn’t apply to Yung Jin as he had experienced the same thing once before.

It was not just in the case of Yung Jin but for each and every third-generation disciple.

Yung Pung was just like her when he was young.

He came in much later than the other disciples, but he became an official swordsman of the Mount Hua Sect in just a few years.

Due to that fact, all of the third-generation disciples felt immense hatred and jealousy for him.

A sword that contained emotions other than the intent of the swordsman could never be firm.

That was also the case for Yung Jin right at this moment.

When Gu Ryunghwa saw that his movements gradually deteriorated, she didn’t let this opportunity go out of her hands.

The duels that she fought against Namgung Bi-ah really helped her in this moment.

To never let go of that chance, that opportunity.

She deflected Yung Jin’s sword away, creating an opening for herself, and struck at his wrist.

“Aghh!”

Along with the scream, his wooden sword rolled on the ground of the arena.

At the same time, Gu Ryunghwa’s sword was pointing at Yung Jin’s neck.

The silent crowd focused on the ongoing duel, broke their silence and started cheering loudly at the scene.

As the duel came to a close, Yung Jin, with desperation marring his face, picked up the fallen sword while lowering his head.

“...I lo...!”

Suppressing the frustration and rage he felt, Yung Jin was just about to admit his defeat to Gu Ryunghwa. However, he was unable to speak further when he glanced at her face.

Gu Ryunghwa was smiling.

Unlike the frowning face that she always donned.

Uncharacteristically, she now had a bright smile blooming on her innocent face.

As though conveying that she really had a good time while fighting with Yung Jin.

She spoke while looking in his direction.

“You did well.”

“Ah... Yes...!”

With a stutter, he responded back.

Soon, she made her way out of the arena.

Swiping the sweat off his forehead, Yung Jin kept staring toward Gu Ryunghwa that was walking away from the ground.

For some reason, he felt like he would remember that smile of hers for the rest of his life; charmed by its innocence and beauty.

* * * *

The end of the duel was marked with the boisterous cheers of the crowd.

This duel had been too much of a shock for several factors.

“...She won.”

Namgung Bi-ah spoke, sounding like she had been shocked by the outcome.

I wasn’t able to see her face but I was more or less sure that she felt that way.

It was the same for me, after all.

I could have never even imagined Gu Ryunghwa winning a fight in the tournament.

‘What happened?’

It was way harder for me to figure this out since I had memories of the Gu Ryunghwa from my past life.

Gu Ryunghwa hadn’t been a martial artist whose fame had spread throughout the world.

“...But her appearance just now...”

Just having a bit of knowledge about martial art was enough to let anyone know of what transpired here.

Just how much potential that Gu Ryunghwa showed with this duel.

As if to prove that statement, I looked at where the elders of the sect were seated and immediately saw that they were talking about her as well.

What she showed just now wasn’t possible for someone that had just reached enlightenment in the midst of a fight.

‘It was as if, she released something she had been suppressing till now.’

As she was walking down the stage our eyes met by chance.

She looked in this direction and waved her hand.

Looking at her like that, I realized that something fundamental had changed in her.

When I looked at Gu Ryunghwa that was smiling so brightly, I felt that a rusting part of my inner self seemed to have melted away.

Even when I had met her earlier, it seemed like Gu Ryunghwa had been stuck on something that was hindering her psyche. However, it now seemed that she had managed to escape from that hindrance during this duel.

‘While I’m still stuck even after regressing.’

Unlike me, that young girl found her way out all by herself.

Unlike her incompetent elder brother.

“Cute.”

I smirked after hearing Namgung Bi-ah’s voice.

“So suddenly?”

“...Her smiling face is sooo cute.”

“Yeah! It’s like how the Young Master smiles!”

“...I don’t think so.”

“Hey.”

Namgung Bi-ah refuted Wi Seol-Ah’s words in a strict and blunt tone.

I mean she wasn’t wrong, but I still feel extremely shitty.

While nagging at Namgung Bi-ah, I looked toward Gu Ryunghwa and proceeded to wave my hand in response.

‘That’s that, but,’

I thought about Gu Ryunghwa’s opponent.

I remember that he was staring at her like a death ray after the duel ended.

“...I got to ask Yung Pung later on what that sucker’s name is.”

I wasn’t going to do anything severe, but I didn’t like him in the least.