The Extra is Too Strong - Chapter 1068
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Extras are too strong 1068
It was not difficult for Murakdang to join Prince Hanul’s forces.
“But according to the explanation just now, these people… seem too unique to be incorporated into the existing force.”
“It’s killing their strengths. I think it’s better to operate them as a separate unit. Of course, I don’t know if all of them will want to join the Baekryong Army.”
“Let’s respect their wishes for that part. Did you say Shin Seung-ju?”
“yes.”
Shin Seung-ju was very nervous.
Although he is the blood descendant of the dance god Murus, he was born and raised in the territory of Onnuri. He could not remain calm in front of the royal grandson, Prince Hanul, who was known as the hero who would unite the long-divided Namnuri.
Prince Hanul said.
“The documents you have provided are very useful information. We will have to go there and verify it, but if it is true, it will be a great achievement, so we will not spare any support in helping you settle down here.”
It hasn’t been that long since Murakdang became known, but they have been active in quite a wide area.
To do that, the important thing was to collect information.
In addition to the people we have robbed so far, we have also collected and documented information on many corrupt officials.
This was extremely valuable information for Prince Hanul.
Although they would dispatch people to verify the truth, once the truth was confirmed, they could dispatch the Baekryong Army and annex it by force, and the public would follow suit.
Shin Seung-ju bowed his head in gratitude when the grandson who had amassed great power recognized his worth.
“thank you!”
“Those who are capable are always welcome.”
After finishing the conversation in a friendly atmosphere, Prince Hanul sent Shin Seung-ju out and asked.
“So… is there a reason why this person, like Sedeah, cannot show his face?”
Mirkel was wearing a mask even in front of Prince Hanul.
It was generally considered to be an unacceptable act of rudeness. Since Mord had brought him, no one said anything.
“Oh, no. Sorry.”
Mirkel then took off her mask, as if realizing that she had been rude.
‘handsome!’
Prince Hanul and all those who were by his side became of one mind and one heart.
“I’m sorry. I’m covering my face because it would cause trouble if I exposed my face to women. In this land, I don’t plan on having children until the problem of the guilty is resolved… .”
“what?”
It was such a strange sound for Prince Hanul to hear.
Mord also frowned.
“Was it because you wore a mask to hide your identity as the leader of the Murak Party?”
“There is a reason for that, but I try not to take off my mask as much as possible. I can’t help it because my face is so sinful. Even if I wear a mask, there are more than a few people who come running to me and say they like me, so if I show my face and go around… Oh my, it’s really wrong to just reject that kind of affection.”
“… … .”
Mord and his party all looked at him with expressions of absolute disgust.
Except for one person, Sedeah.
“You’re surprisingly considerate. I thought you were a dissolute man who didn’t know anything about such things… … .”
“… … .”
This time everyone looked at her.
Sedea smiled bitterly, but did not take back what she had said earlier.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if this guy came here and made a hundred pregnant women by now.”
“No matter how much the country is, it is not that corrupt. They don’t sow seeds to just anyone. Love should be beautiful, and the fruits of love should be the same.”
“It’s not even funny… I feel like there are surprisingly few descendants in the West. I’m surprised you have any discernment.”
“… … .”
Listening to this makes me feel dizzy.
Prince Hanul stuttered.
“Mo, Lord Mord. What on earth is this guy talking about?”
“Well. You may not believe it, but… this guy is a powerful being whose name is in mythology. He may be crazy, but he’s not a bad guy, so I guess you can just let him go.”
“… … .”
“It’s true. He’s not a bad guy.”
So, doesn’t that mean he’s crazy?
Prince Hanul had such thoughts, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask in front of Mirkel, whose handsome face was smiling so brightly that it almost seemed like the surroundings were brightening.
* * *
After joining the forces of Prince Hanul, Mord and his party left Unpyeong Island once again.
Mord asked.
“Mirkel, have you ever thought of going to Buknuri?”
“Hmm? Not really. Of course, I’ll go if you want.”
“I guess you weren’t close with Eltain or Akeli.”
“Well, neither of us were in a relationship where we were obsessed with each other, but I didn’t think it was a good thing either. We’re both annoying types.”
“…It’s not that you’re bothering me, but that other people are bothering me?”
“Well, that’s because we belong to the same organization. When they both see me, their bodies tingle and they want to have a go at it, but really… … .”
Mirkel shook her head.
Mord was dumbfounded.
“How is that any different from you making a fuss about dancing?”
“They both dance desperately and are different in that they are distant.”
“hmm?”
“They say that Eltain’s spear technique also includes spear dance. That’s why I was a bit interested at first.”
Originally, dancing with weapons had the meaning of a sacrificial rite offered to the gods.
It was the same not only with sword dance but also with spear dance.
It was natural that Eltain, who was a member of the Lanslysia clan and also a saint, would learn spearmanship.
“But this author refuses to even recognize Changmu as a dance. He persistently sublimates it into a part of martial arts that can be used in actual combat.”
The dance that was meant to be shown to the gods and the audience was transformed into a spear technique that was meant only to subdue and destroy the opponent.
From a martial artist’s perspective, it was a great achievement, but from a dancer’s perspective, it was a terrible insult.
“Facing him isn’t a dance. It’s a full-on fight. That’s why I don’t like it.”
“Is that true for Akeli too?”
“Similar.”
“That’s a bit surprising.”
Darcy intervened.
“In terms of temperament, Akeli seems to be the complete opposite of Eltain.”
“You… what was your name?”
“Darcy. The god of lycanthropes.”
“hmm?”
Mirkel, who had not paid any attention to Darcy until now, looked at her in surprise.
“…Huh? You’re really a god? So Akeli failed?”
“No, it hasn’t failed yet. It’s a problem that will be decided only if one of us dies.”
“I see. So you’ve become two gods vying for supremacy? This is inspiring.”
Mirkel shook her body and began to pluck the lute she was carrying on her back.
‘This guy used to play the lute? Now that he’s on the Eastern Continent, does he use an Eastern Continent instrument?’
When Mord showed interest in his lute playing, Darcy interrupted him and said:
“So what do you think about what I said?”
“Hey. Lycanthrope God, you’re also crazy about martial arts, aren’t you? More of a martial artist and spearman than a warrior?”
“Hmm. That’s true, isn’t it?”
“That’s not true, it’s true.”
Keel said something.
Everyone nodded as if to say that it was right, but Darcy pouted. It was right, but somehow annoying.
Mirkel spoke absentmindedly, strumming the strings of her lute.
“That’s why it looks that way. From a warrior’s perspective, from a martial artist’s perspective, they seem like complete opposites, but from my perspective as a dancer, they’re just different styles.”
As he spoke, he let the lute float in the air and began to dance.
They start with a short, static dance with joints snapping in place, then move on to a short, dynamic, wild dance that seems to mimic the movements of animals.
“This is the extent of the difference. Do you understand?”
“… If you look at it within the category of martial artists, they are complete opposites, but if you look outside of it, they are both just martial artists?”
“Yeah. So they’re both not very interesting guys.”
Mirkel snorted and said.
“You look bored too.”
“… … .”
When I first heard something like that, I felt like I should explode, and I actually felt a lump in my throat.
‘No, but isn’t hearing something like that from this guy the highest compliment a martial artist can receive? Shouldn’t it feel good?’
Mirkel turned her head away from the confused Darcy, seemingly losing interest.
“Anyway, Mord, don’t you want to dance?”
“Yes, I think that one thing that is consistent is amazing.”
Mord laughed and said.
“But before that, how about I play with my new colleagues?”
“Then will you dance with me?”
“If those two aren’t fun, I’ll play with them.”
“Hmm. That’s an attractive condition. I’m interested in that old man from earlier. He seems to be learning a sword dance I’ve never seen before, so even if he’s a boring type, it might be worth playing around with.”
Mirkel nodded and began to play the lute again, shaking her body.
* * *
Mord called Woomunseop and gave him a chance to spar with Mirkel.
Mirkel took off her mask when she faced him.
‘What a handsome young man… sir?’
Woo Moon-seop’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Mirkel’s face without her mask. This was because the black water drained from Mirkel’s hair and it turned into silver hair.
“Gods?”
I could tell the change the moment I saw it.
The process by which Mirkel’s hair color changed now is not due to the opening of the new blood vessels. The original hair color was simply revealed.
“That’s what it is.”
“Then you’re not as old as you look.”
“It doesn’t really matter which way you look at it. It’s been so long since I stopped counting my years that it’s meaningless.”
Mirkel shrugged and drew her weapon.
There was nothing on his waist, but as if by magic, a gently curved sword appeared in both hands.
“But before we play… won’t you show me your sword dance? That’s the condition.”
“Now that I think about it, we did talk about something like that. Hmm. Sword Dance… … .”
Woo Moon-seop tilted his head and said.
“If it’s an offering to God, then I don’t mind, but it’s a bit embarrassing to just dance. If you want to dance with me, then I’ll do it.”
“That’s fine. Go ahead and start. I’ll adjust it for you.”
“Dancing to my sword dance… I’ve never thought about that.”
Woo Moon-seop started dancing with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
And Mirkel came closer to him and turned her head.
‘Hoo.’
Mord was surprised.
It’s not because Woo Moon-seop’s movements are elegant. It’s because Mirkel, who was seeing Woo Moon-seop’s sword dance for the first time, skillfully avoided his stabbing movements as if he had known them in advance and had coordinated them.
The first time, from a distance of about 30 cm, the second time, from a distance of about 10 cm, the third time, from a distance of about 5 cm… … .
Shhh!
Soon, he starts dancing, avoiding Woo Moon-seop’s sword dance so that it barely passes his hair.
‘Wow!’
Woo Moon-seop was amazed.
The sword dance that I am performing now, no, that I am dancing now, feels more like ‘dancing’ than ever before.
I’m excited.
ridge…….
The sound of the drums rings out as if it senses his mood.
‘Huh! … Hmm?’
Woo Moon-seop, who unconsciously shrugged his shoulders, soon realized that the sound was coming from Mirkel.
He creates a counterpart to his sword dance by creating drum sounds that match the beat of his sword dance.
It was truly a mystical experience.
‘Wow!’
Woo Moon-seop’s shoulders shook even more excitedly.
* * *
“… Ah, so that’s what it meant.”
Darcy muttered, sounding slightly disappointed.
Woo Moon-seop and Mirkel were dancing happily.
Mirkel, who at first thoroughly danced to evade Woo Moon-seop’s sword dance, switched to an offensive stance once the form of Woo Moon-seop’s sword dance ended.
Woo Moon-seop responded naturally.
Rather than displaying swordsmanship recognized by the gods as the best in the world, he uses movements that no matter how you look at them, look like nothing more than swordsmanship.
But that was a movement that wasn’t included in the sword dance he had performed up until then.
A swordsmanship that is too acrobatic to be performed in real combat, yet beautiful and at the same time incredibly sharp.
It collided with Mirkel’s curve, creating a beautiful shard of light.
“You’re dancing, for real.”
Darcy clicked her tongue.
The two were striking each other with movements that looked perfectly cool and beautiful, disregarding any sense of practicality.
But if you ask whether it has any meaning to a martial artist… … .
‘You know, that thing.’
From Darcy’s perspective, it made sense, surprisingly enough.
It was impractical, yet so exquisite, and maintaining the flow required an incredibly difficult task.
Just dancing like that is an extreme training process in swordsmanship and martial arts.
While dancing with Mirkel, Woo Moon-seop intuitively understood the rules that Mirkel was demanding. And instead of rejecting them, he accepted them and began to display his skills.
For Woo Moon-seop, this was a dance as well as a high-level ‘swordsmanship play.’