Chapter 29

The Reincarnated Person Became A Professor At The Academy 29

29 – Watching the fire is the most fun.

“Why do you say that?”

“Don’t you feel it?”

“What do you mean?”

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue and looked in one direction.

A faint magic power had been flowing weakly.

It’s gone now.

It was like a lingering scent, faintly remaining.

“It feels ominous.”

These kinds of things always come back to bother me.

Not immediately, but someday, it will come back to me in a very annoying form.

“Even dog poop becomes medicine when needed.”

I regretted not having Yoo Eun-chae’s help at this crucial moment.

“It would have been useful in a fantasy world or a martial arts world.”

Fortunately, it was a modern world here.

A time when you could communicate with a cellphone.

I sent a text message.

[Right away.]

“You’ve forgotten your manners. You’re doing something else while talking to us.”

Han Jun-seok said with a contemptuous expression.

“Something more important came up.”

“Important? It’s probably just trivial matters. Predictable. It’s always been like that for you.”

“Do you know me well?”

He says, raising one corner of his mouth.

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It didn’t hold much weight in Han Seo-jin’s memory.

Just a few fragments of information passed by.

“....”

“Well, that’s not important, let’s move on.”

I looked at Sun Woo-hyun.

They seem suspicious, but it seems like they don’t know anything at the moment.

“Yoo Eun-chae seems to be in a situation where she has no time at all.”

Looking at my phone, there’s no immediate reply as usual.

“You, are you ignoring me right now?”

Han Jun-seok stepped forward with an angry expression.

Resting his hand on the hilt of the sword, he looked at me as if he could draw the sword at any moment.

I raised the corner of my mouth.

What are you trying to do with just that?

“If you draw that, you’re dead.”

“Hah, you really...”

Before Han Jun-seok could do anything foolish, I walked right up to him.

Preventing the guy from making a move is one way, but that’s too risky.

“It’s too dangerous.”

Most things don’t react to my proper restraint.

There were even those who were slowly dying.

And it’s hard for me to fully manifest with this body.

Thud!

I lightly placed my foot on the hilt of the sword as the guy tried to swing it.

“Hah, doing such foolish things...”

In an instant, the guy’s expression changed drastically.

Not budging an inch, that’s probably why.

“But hey, what’s up with you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Is your backside tough?”

“I am the son of the head of the Cheolhyeol Sword Clan! Even without such things...”

“Then let’s settle this.”

“Just as I hoped...”

Before the guy could say anything, I swung my foot straight up.

Whether he had a sense of danger or not, he leaned back and avoided my kick.

“You!”

I immediately assumed the posture of drawing a sword from my sheath.

“Stop!!”

A woman named Han Yurim intervened.

She unsheathed her sword, pointing it at me.

“Wanna go at it?”

It’s 2:1.

Not bad. I excel in one-on-one combat.

Whether it’s a personal duel or a brawl with many, I’m not one to shy away.

“Han Junseok, stop.”

“But, Nuna!”

Han Jun-seok looked at Han Yurim, then bit his lip and stepped back.

“Lucky, aren’t you...?”

“You.”

Ignoring Han Jun-seok, Han Yurim looked at him with a smile.

“You catch on quickly.”

With a sly smile.

If Han Yurim hadn’t stopped him, Han Jun-seok was planning to disable one of his arms.

“It’s too early to touch him.”

Still, as a sign of affection, he wanted to disable one of his arms.

“Hanseo... No, who are you?”

“Han Seojin.”

“Han Seojin doesn’t act like you. Your behavior, habits, everything is different.”

“Is that so?”

“You are a different being wearing Han Seojin’s mask. We can’t like you.”

“You didn’t like me from the start.”

Han Yurim bit her lip and looked at me.

Looked at Han Jun-seok.

“Just follow me. I’ll explain why I said that.”

“I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Why are you so sure I practice martial arts?”

Wigeonak looked at me, puzzled.

“Do you consciously control that?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why I’m certain.”

“...?”

“Other people have reasons for being certain about magic, too.”

I chose my words carefully.

Finding a way for these guys to understand is probably the best approach.

‘That would require too much time.’

Martial arts and magic.

Understanding the difference begins here.

Then, the best way is undoubtedly.

‘Real combat.’

For ages, those who only taught theory were full of forgetful students or people always countering.

Rolling in the heat of real combat, one naturally learns.

‘To do that first.’

I must create Cheolhwan.

*

Impossible, wicked above all.

His power is something beyond comprehension.

No magician, no scholar could grasp what his power truly was.

The supreme power reigning over Korea.

Not to that extent, but just below is the lineage of the wicked above all.

Even mystical scholars attempted to research the wicked above all, but they knew only one thing.

Even the mystical scholars didn’t truly understand that power.

However, Sunwoo Hyun was certain.

The wicked above all is magic.

Because he has seen it.

The power of the Impossible, referring to the magician who shattered everything with that force.

He was much stronger then, when he walked alone.

Thus, Sunwoo Hyun was convinced that Wigoonak was magic.

Yoo Eunchae.

She hated that something strange aligned with her opinions.

Still, she did not deny that Wigoonak was magic.

His authority was ingrained in her mind to that extent.

However.

Han Seojin said.

He is a martial artist.

If it were others, they might scoff or ridicule.

But he’s different.

He has shown things until now.

Basic mana manipulation.

And a magic that wiped out corpse lords and zombie hordes in one go.

That alone carries the weight of his words.

‘I don’t know what it is.’

But it’s worth watching once.

“His gaze has changed.”

Chills ran down her spine instantly.

Amidst Han Seojin’s self-assured gaze, seemingly amused.

“...Do you know about that?”

“Roughly.”

“But where exactly are we heading now?”

“Says we need Cheolhwan. To make that.”

“You’ll make Cheolhwan yourself?”

“Yeah, also to show off a bit.”

“Show off?”

“It might be useless for you guys, just consider it as a sightseeing. The most fun, originally, is watching fights and fireplay.”

“Aren’t both of those dangerous?”

“Yeah, they are.”

“But if it’s a forge, wouldn’t there be Cheolhyeol Swordsmen nearby?”

“There are Ironfooters where we’re going.”

“What are Ironfooters?”

“Dwarves. It’s the name mostly used by those immersed in the martial world.”

Sunwoo Hyun explained, glancing at Han Seojin.

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When talking about magic studies or basic mana manipulation, he’d narrate like a natural-born sorcerer. Now, he uses the terms referred to by martial artists.

Hence, I’m not sure where he belongs.

“Who are you?”

To consider him as someone awakened from a past life seems implausible given his exceptional mastery of both magic and martial arts.

Not to say it wasn’t the case, but people had changed too much.

A person who lacked confidence, always passive.

Overflowing with confidence, acting without hesitation.

As if they were the answer themselves.

And astonishingly, he always showed something beyond the correct answer.

So, there was a bit of anticipation for what he would show this time.

*

Before long, they arrived at the blacksmith’s shop.

And shortly after, Sunwoo Hyun and Wigoonak tried to tear apart Han Seojin in astonishment.

Because Han Seojin was...

“Oh, rides well, huh?”

“Geez, not bad at all!”

“What’s with the noise? This firepower is still insufficient. Laughable.”

“The blacksmith shop is on fire!!”

“This is a chance to make it even bigger.”

Because he was setting fire to the blacksmith shop the blacksmith he had been eyeing covetously.