Became a Swordsman Genius in a Pretty Girl Game - Chapter 277



277. Qualifications of a Master (1)

What is this?

I suddenly felt the object in my hand.

A torn, tough wrapper, rectangular in shape, a familiar form.

“······T, what on earth is this······?”

My head was dizzy and I couldn’t think properly.

All he knew was that what he was holding in his hand was a calorie bar.

A snack that the teacher always used as a meal replacement.

Calorie bars are the pinnacle of food engineering, designed to provide several days’ worth of calories with just one bar.

Rustle rustle

I immediately unwrapped it and put it in my mouth.

Well well.

I chewed with difficulty, moving my sore tongue and jaw joints diligently.

Because it was a food created solely for the purpose of filling up on calories.

The sticky texture that absorbed all the moisture in my mouth and made my throat choke was terrible.

The mild cheesy taste on the tip of my tongue was also not something I could say was absolutely great.

But, at this moment.

It felt as if no matter what delicacies were brought from the mountains and the sea, they could not compare to this.

It was an ecstatic feeling, like fireworks were going off in my head.

“Coolook─!”

For a moment, I burst into a fit of coughing and almost spit out everything in my mouth, but I immediately covered my mouth to prevent the disaster.

Because each and every piece was my lifeline.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Exactly.

I opened my mouth and looked at the ceiling for a long time, swallowing the falling water drops.

Gulp.

So, to some extent, the thirst and hunger were quenched.

I felt like my confused mind was slowly coming back to me.

“under······.”

After lying down with my eyes closed for a long time, I let out a long sigh of relief.

Because I really thought I would say goodbye to this world here.

“Is this······. something the inspector gave me?”

I muttered to myself, fiddling with the wrapper of the calorie bar.

Although I can’t say thank you even if I die, I try to think that the inspector has a conscience.

I felt something strange.

Slippery─

Somehow, I felt a sticky texture on the packaging.

‘······Is this blood?’

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

I just held the packaging up to my nose and smelled it.

His nose, sensitive from a long period of hunger, was able to pick out a familiar scent from the smell of blood.

The pungent smell of iron, and the faint scent of body odor underneath.

“Master······? Did Master give you this?”

And then,

The messages I had exchanged with my Master before coming here came to mind.

A reply that came back as if it had been expected before I sent the text.

And even the strange reply I got when I told him that the sword master wanted to take me as his disciple.

Calorie bar.

This was also something we were talking about together.

‘Were you watching me? No, is the Master here?’

All kinds of assumptions ran through my head.

Did the Master throw this to save me?

Then why didn’t you show up in person?

Honestly, I still don’t know what happened.

However, judging by the blood on the packaging of this calorie bar,

I couldn’t say that the teacher’s condition was good at the moment.

‘Are you trapped with me?’

I can’t be sure.

But then suddenly this thought occurred to me.

‘Then the teacher wouldn’t have been able to eat it either?’

Worries began to creep in.

The Master is always a strong person, but she is also human after all.

Even here, physical abilities and mana do not completely disappear.

I reached out and began to search the floor for my teacher.

A cold floor with rising chill.

A damp, wet spot where water drops fall.

As I continued to feel the floor and walls, I soon found a strange place.

It’s definitely not the same texture as a wall, but it feels hard and foreign.

A repulsive force as if something is blocking the space between me and this place.

I could sense it.

That the Master is here now.

“Master, Master! Can you hear me!?”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I knocked on the solid wall and shouted.

“Master! Are you okay!?”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

“If you don’t mind, please knock on the wall!”

Thud. Thud. Thud.

But only my voice echoed inside the pit. No sound came back.

Twist totter.

I slowly got up from my seat.

Because I haven’t been able to use my body properly for a while, my muscles are sore and my joints are creaking.

Srrrrung─

I pulled the moonlight out from my waistband.

A sword that I carry every day, but it feels so heavy.

My arms shook as I couldn’t support the weight.

Still, I gritted my teeth and raised the sword with both hands.

Still, I don’t know.

What on earth was the inspector trying to teach me with this kind of training?

Trapped in the dark, enduring excruciating hunger and loneliness.

What on earth does this mean?

therefore.

“I have to show you······.”

I spat out in a gloomy, subdued voice.

otherwise,

Because I can never forgive the inspector.

Moon Shadow Sword Technique.

A bright blue light formed in his eyes.

‘······!’

A different landscape from before caught my eye.

Threads of possibility that are constantly moving and changing.

It was a line of hundreds, branching out as if it was multiplying, filling everything in front of my eyes.

It seemed as if everything in the world was truly connected.

In addition to that.

If there is anything that is clearly different from before.

The threads of possibility are colored.

The blocked space was full of pitch-black lines stretching out.

In dark colors that seem to reflect death, suffering, and despair.

And in between.

A single line of pure white light stretched out.

Beatle.

Beatle.

I made a poor gesture

From noble mtl dot come

With all my might.

I swung my sword towards that pure white line.

The sword penetrated through the small gap and stuck itself in.

At that moment,

Chaenggrang─!!!

With the sound of something breaking.

The surrounding scenery, dyed pitch black, came into view.

And there was the Master, lying there covered in blood.

“Master!!!”

I fly towards the master.

Above, the sword master was looking at this place with a surprised expression on his face, having opened the ceiling.

* * *

“Umm······.”

Baek Seol-hee’s eyebrows twitched.

For some reason I feel lethargic.

The soft feel of a pillow can be felt on your cheek.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this comfortable since I started working as a member of the Mine Slayers.

Those were days of constant tension, and not even a moment of carelessness was allowed.

It felt strange to be holding something hard for some reason······.

‘what······?’

At that moment, a scene flashed through Baek Seol-hee’s mind.

The light of life goes out from my eyes,

The appearance of a dying disciple with a gaunt face.

And your own helplessness.

– Master, please save me······.

Flash!

Baek Seol-hee opened her eyes.

“······?”

And her eyes widened.

Well, the disciple had his eyes closed at a distance close enough that their breaths could touch.

New liquid, new liquid.

Jin Yu-ha’s face while sleeping soundly.

His peaceful expression and breathing made it seem as if everything that had happened up until then was a lie.

‘Is this a dream······?’

It didn’t feel real.

I couldn’t tell if this was reality or another nightmare.

Baek Seol-hee reached out her trembling hand toward Jin Yu-ha’s face.

Even when my fingertips touched his cheek, I wasn’t sure if this was real.

Clink.

The tips of his fingers traced Jin Yu-ha’s cheek.

‘Your face is thin.’

Sunken cheeks and pale complexion.

The long eyelashes further emphasized the sorrowful atmosphere.

The pain and trials he had endured seemed to be reflected in his face.

but.

Still.

but.

Alive.

Was alive.

I was breathing.

This fact alone was enough to make Baek Seol-hee’s heart swell with excitement.

Then she stroked Jin Yu-ha’s face sadly.

A warm feeling was transmitted through the hand.

Feeling his warmth, Baek Seol-hee couldn’t control her emotions that were surging.

Tears streamed from her eyes.

Did he know that he could shed tears like this?

“Oh···. Thank you······. Thank you······. Thank you······.”

Although it was unclear to whom she was expressing her gratitude, Baek Seol-hee continued to express her gratitude.

at that time.

“Umm······.”

Jin Yu-ha half-opened her eyes.

It was a hazy expression, as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet.

He looked at himself blankly and smiled languidly.

“Ah, it’s the teacher.”

A low, hoarse voice, as if still half-asleep.

There was a sense of relief and warmth in his voice.

“Master, why are you crying? Don’t cry······.”

Kwak.

His arms hugged Baek Seol-hee’s back tightly, as if he absolutely did not want to let her go.

“Thank you······. Thank you, Master······.”

The disciple mumbled something like that and then fell into a deep sleep again.

His breathing became regular again.

And Baek Seol-hee, held in her disciple’s arms.

After a moment of freezing, he reached out and slowly patted Jin Yuha’s back.

At that moment, the gaze felt.

Let’s roll our eyes.

“······.”

I noticed a blacksmith leaning against the doorframe, smoking a cigarette.

“······You little monster, how are you feeling?”

Baek Seol-hee’s face turned bright red like a tomato.