Chapter 53: The First Day of Work (2)

Chapter 53: The First Day of Work (2)

My dad?

Yes, its been thirty years already.

Now that Mae Geuk-Lyom mentioned it, I remembered Go Ju-Yeol saying something similar back at the Baek Academy.

Not only was Baek the strongest student in our year, he also made it to the semi-finals of the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament at the Heavenly Martial Festival!

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That was the heyday of the Azure Dragon Academy. We attracted talents from all corners of the world and trained numerous martial arts masters. We were also consistently top performers at the Heavenly Martial Festival. Mae Geuk-Lyom beamed with pride as he recalled the glorious past.

However, his expression quickly turned somber. But thats not the case anymore. Over the years, the academys results got worse and worse, and for the past decade, weve been ranked last at the Heavenly Martial Festival.

Is there a particular reason for the decline?

Well Mae Geuk-Lyom pondered for a moment, then widened his eyes as if he had just realized something. Come to think of it, it all started after that son of a bitch ran off with my daughter.

What?

Mae Geuk-Lyoms eyes turned bloodshot, and his pupils dilated wildly, seemingly without any external stimulus. Ever since that fateful day, the Azure Dragon Academy has been cursed. The gods must have been angered by the inappropriate relationship and punished us for it

G-Grandpa?

Baek Mu-Heun! Its all your fault!

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Did he mistake me for Dad again? Damn it, I have to do something to calm him down, anything, even change my name Wait, thats it!

I said through gritted teeth, Grandpa, Im not Baek Mu-Heun! Im Mae Yak-Bings son, Mae Su-Ryong! Please disperse the Sword Qi around your chopsticks!

Mae Su-Ryong?

Why does it always end up like this?

After a moment, the barely recognizable Mae Geuk-Lyom took a deep breath and said, Hoo Anyway, my point is, the Azure Dragon Academy isnt what it used to be. For the students and staff here, your promise was too good to be welcomes you.

The Heavenly Martial Festival was an annual event where students from the Five Great Academies gather to compete in martial arts. Originally, it aimed to foster camaraderie among the students and groom them into future protectors of the murim who would stand united against the unorthodox and demonic sects.

However, at some point, the students forgot the original purpose of the event and started risking their lives for points and rankings.

The Heavenly Martial Festival included multiple contests such as swordsmanship, bladesmanship, unarmed fighting, projectile weapons, movement arts, group battles, etc. The participants would gain points for doing well in each event, and that contributed to the academys overall score.

Out of all the events, the one-on-one duel known as the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament was the highlight of the Heavenly Martial Festival, with the highest stakes. It was a true battle to determine the strongest martial artist among all the students of the Five Great Academies. Every year, over a hundred students compete, but only those who reach the top eight are dubbed dragons and phoenixes.

In the past decade, the Azure Dragon Academy hasnt produced a single dragon or phoenix.

Im aware.

You dont act like youre aware of it. Mae Geuk-Lyom, a living witness to the academys changes over the decades, stared straight at me. What needs to change is the general deep-seated sense of inferiority and lack of self-confidence. Can you do it?

If I couldnt, I wouldnt have made such a promise.

Hmph! Mae Geuk-Lyom snorted at my response, but he didnt seem offended. Your blatant arrogance reminds me of

My dad?

No, your mom.

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Seriously, what the fuck?

If youre done eating, lets get going.

As we polished off our meal and pushed away from the table, I sensed curious glances darting our way. We hadnt exactly been mumbling throughout our discussion, so it was safe to say anyone within earshot had probably eavesdropped on us.

With a sideways glance at Mae Geuk-Lyoms retreating figure, I smirked in sudden realization. So this is why he took me to the cafeteria and sat right in the middle. What a shrewd man. He intended for our conversation to be overheard by the students all along.

I appreciated the unspoken gesture, but he didnt look like he wanted to acknowledge it, so I played along.

Nobody here has the will to win. Theyll be extremely grateful to you even if you only help them defeat the White Tiger Academy, Mae Geuk-Lyom said resignedly.

We were already standing at the cafeteria doors. I paused for a moment and said loudly enough for all to hear, No, I intend to lead the Azure Dragon Academy to victory. I wont settle for anything less.

You Mae Geuk-Lyom gave me an exasperated look.

Geo Sang-Woong, a fourth yearHyonwon Kang, a third yearYeo Min, a second year.

Mae Geuk-Lyom face clouded over. Quite a few instructors have tried to teach them, only to give up and lose faith in them. Namgoong Su didnt assign you the Remedial Class for no reason.

Haha, that just makes me all the more excited.

When it comes to martial arts, its much better to have disobedient talented students than normal obedient kids. I cant create talent, but I can make brats listen.

Do you have any ideas?

Yes, but Ill need to meet the kids in person first, starting with the punk Im already acquainted with. Grandpa, which room is Hyonwon Kangs?

Ninety-seven

Even though his arms were shaking and sweat was dripping down his forehead, Hyonwon Kang did one-finger push-ups over and over again.

Ninety-eight

His dorm room floor was moist from the sweat.

Ninety-nine just one more Alright!

Having completed a hundred push-ups, Hyonwon Kang switched arms and did another hundred. By the time he finished two hundred push-ups, he was spent.

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He sat on the floor, panting heavily. Huff huff

Steam wafted from his body as he wiped his sweat with a nearby towel. No one wanted to bunk with a hot-tempered troublemaker, so his dorm, originally meant for four students, had essentially become his private haven once the semester ended.

Thanks to that bastard, I wont be disturbed for a while, but FUCK YOU, BAEK SU-RYONG!!

Hyonwon Kang mentally replayed Baek Su-Ryongs outer arts demonstration lecture.

You have two minutes. Using only outer arts, force me to step out of this circle. If anyone succeeds, Ill give all of you a hundred silver coins.

From the moment they had crossed paths, he had taken an instant dislike to the pretty boy who always wore a wicked smirk on his face. As a result, he had assumed that the slender, weak-looking guy was a pushover and attacked him with the intention of teaching him a lesson

I just knew youd be the first one to charge in!

As if he could read his mind, Baek Su-Ryong had grinned annoyingly and slammed him to the ground without even giving him a chance to react.

CRASH!

The pain from the throw was excruciating, enough to blur his vision, but the physical agony was nothing compared to the frustration of the one-sided thrashing that followed. No matter how hard hed tried, he couldnt make Baek Su-Ryong budge an inch, even with the help of his eternal rival Peng Sa-Hyuk.

Shuffle, shuffle

When he had caught his breath, Hyonwon Kang stood up, drew an imaginary circle on the floor of his room, and muttered to himself, Was it like this?

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He clumsily attempted to mimic Baek Su-Ryongs stance. Since childhood, he had been able to replicate most techniques after just a single glance.

No, thats not it.

However, what he was doing now felt awkward and uncomfortable, no matter how much he adjusted his posture. Still, Hyonwon Kang wasnt someone who gave up easily. With a level of concentration that would shock all of his previous instructors, he closed his eyes and imagined Baek Su-Ryongs movements.

That motherfucker One day, Ill beat him to a pulp and slam his face in the dirt.

Slowly, carefully, he moved his body, attempting to recreate the way Baek Su-Ryong had evaded, blocked, and countered the students attacks.

After about a minute

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Why isnt it working? he shouted in frustration, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Want me to tell you why?

Why EEEEAAAACK, WHAT THE HELL?!!!

Hyonwon Kang spun around. There, hanging upside down from the dorm window, was a smirking Baek Su-Ryong.

Fun Fact: I forgot to mention this before, but Mae Geuk-Lyoms title Sword Addict = Geomchi, a term I think anyone who has read The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor will recognize immediately. It means stupid for swords or addicted to swords and is translated to Sword Noob in Moonlight Sculptor, but I think the word noob shouldnt appear in a murim novel

A reference to the kids being kittens, i.e. they have 9 lives.