How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World-Chapter 85: Swordsmanship Combination
In the afternoon.
Running through the hot summer streets, I arrived at the Swordsmanship Guild.
If things had gone as planned, I would have stopped by two days later, but given the circumstances, there was no other choice.
A bald, muscular man was sitting at the Swordsmanship Guild reception desk.
Killa.
The second-in-command of the Swordsmanship Guild.
Jung Yu-shin approached the reception desk.
“Vice-Chairman, thank you for your hard work.”
“Hmm? Ska, wasn’t I supposed to be here in two days?”
“I think I should get beaten up quickly.”
Killa snickered at Jung Yu-shin’s answer.
“What did you do again?”
“I did something.”
He buried all the assassins in the southern forest.
Has Ashur not heard of it yet?
The clown makeup might have been effective.
Killa shook his head and opened his mouth.
“Unfortunately, the guild leader went to the central area. I heard he had something to discuss with the Labyrinth City Committee.”
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Labyrinth City Committee.
Ingrid Redtail.
Luke Wiseman.
Those two people briefly came to mind and then disappeared.
Jung Yu-shin scratched his head.
“Then can I come back later?”
“Since we’re here anyway, how about we have a duel? If we face each other with swords, Ashur will come.”
“Good.”
Jung Yu-shin readily nodded at Killa’s suggestion.
He had been through many fights. It was a good opportunity to check how much he had grown.
Killa was the second strongest person in the swordsmanship guild.
In short, he was the second-in-command of the Food and Poop Group, who only ate, pooped, and trained.
He didn’t think he would win.
However.
It was hard to suppress the competitive spirit that was slowly rising.
Killa smiled as if she had read Jung Yu-shin’s expression.
“Scar, is your body itchy? Is this the kind of thing where you want to see whose sword is stronger?”
Jung Yu-shin’s expression hardened.
“Vice-Chairman, I get a sexual feeling from what you’re saying. Please refrain from it.”
“···I don’t know what it is, but I’m sorry for now.”
Killa got up from his seat and apologized.
Jung Yu-shin came out to the training ground with Killa.
Despite the hot summer sun, people with their upper bodies exposed were sweating and swinging various weapons.
The members of the union swarmed after seeing Killa and Jung Yu-shin.
“Vice-Chairman, are you sparring with a new recruit today?”
A muscular elf stepped forward as the representative and asked.
The members of the union instantly read the mood without saying a word. Their eyes were sharp.
“That’s right. If you want to watch, go ahead.”
As Killa finished speaking, the people sank to the dirt floor.
They looked tough, not caring about the blazing sun.
A circle was formed right away. The boy who had stopped by the inn the other day brought two training swords.
A blunt but iron longsword.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve used a longsword.’
Recently, he had only used a one-handed sword, an arming sword.
Jung Yu-shin held the sword with both hands and swung it a few times.
A question arose in Killa’s expression.
“Why? Is something not right?”
“It’s nothing. I’ve only been using an arming sword. It’s heavy and nice. I guess that’s why I’m holding a longsword.”
“Is that so? Let’s take it slow.”
Killa continued, draping the swords over his shoulder.
“But Scar, I heard you walk around the yard every day?”
“That’s right.”
“Did you go back today?”
“Yes.”
“Then just lighten up your body.”
“Understood.”
Killa watched Jung Yu-shin loosen up his body with his iron sword slung over his shoulder.
A young mixed-blood Barbaroi.
The only man who reacted to the lazy guild leader.
No matter how great the favor of saving Del, the youngest brother of the Startree family, was, it was too much for the Sword Master to stick to him and teach him this much.
He guessed that there must be something that attracted people.
Could it be this man’s talent?
Or his fighting spirit?
I’ll have to try it out.
Jung Yu-shin, who had already loosened up, was looking at Killa.
A curve formed on Killa’s lips.
He was sitting at his desk because of the work of the swordsmanship guild, but he was still a swordsman after all.
“I’ll go.”
“Come.”
Killa grabbed his sword.
Kwak!
The ground caved in.
The muscular giant leaped forward, stepping on the ground.
From the middle, he immediately changed to the top and struck down.
Ssaeeeeeeek!!!
Killa's blow that split his head.
Jeong Yu-shin took a step forward with his eyes shining.
He raised his longsword at an angle.
Deflect.
Is it possible?
Kaaaaang!!!
The swords clashed and sparks flew.
Impossible.
He gritted his teeth.
He lightly clashed, but his hands holding the swords felt tingly.
A sword fight on a different level from that of an ordinary dark elf holding a rapier.
Indeed, the vice-chairman of the swordsmanship guild. His brute force could not be ignored.
Kaaaaang!!!
Kaaaaang!!!
The sound of the swords clashing rang sharply through the training grounds.
The people in the training ground started to share their opinions while looking at Jung Yu-shin and Killa.
“Hey, look at the rookie. Are you wielding your sword over there?”
“He’s incredibly bold. Even if he’s a mixed-blood, he’s still Barbaro?”
“Look at the posture of the rookie. His parrying and stabbing are an art.”
“Vice-Chairman, please show some strength.”
The people who were watching with their arms crossed each said something.
Keeing!!!
Killa thought as he parried Jung Yu-shin’s sword.
‘Innate sense of battle. His posture is upright, but he shows some improvisation. He’s already forging his own path. Is he making up for his lack of experience with his instincts? He’s a beast of a man.’
Killa quickly grasped the situation and extended his sword.
This type is weak to shaking.
After being fooled by a few feints, he tends to distrust his own senses.
Killa’s sword path changed in an instant.
From a downward strike to a quick stab.
Jung Yu-shin tried to block with his sword but hesitated.
Killa's sword was piercing toward his chest.
I think I can do it.
He made a quick decision.
One. Two.
Three.
Shhhhhhhhh!!!
He twisted his body at the right time and dodged by a little finger's width.
"Wow. You're crazy. Even in a sparring match, you're so fearless?"
Someone muttered as if it was ridiculous.
He just took a step ahead and stabbed with his sword. His target was the Adam's apple. A weak point that he had honed in fights to the death.
Killa's body turned sideways in an instant and dodged Jung Yu-shin's sword.
Bam!!!
"Bam!"
Killa lightly hit Jung Yu-shin's neck with the pommel.
Jung Yu-shin fell to one knee, exhausted from being hit hard in the neck.
Killa opened his mouth, draping his sword over his shoulder.
“Scar, this isn’t a fight to the death. Take it easy.”
“···I’m sorry.”
“Enough.”
Killa revised his evaluation of Jung Yu-shin.
‘He has a strong will to live. Ashur-nim must lead him well.’
The people began to talk again.
“By the way, where did the union leader go?”
“I don’t know, he must be wandering around somewhere and sleeping. He might be lying on the union roof.”
The moment Jung Yu-shin opened his mouth, Ashur suddenly appeared from a corner of the training ground.
“Did you see? Only those who want to roll around should stay.”
The people grumbled and dispersed.
Jung Yu-shin got up from his seat and bowed his head to Killa.
“Vice-Chairman, I learned a lot today. Thank you.”
“Keep up your efforts.”
Killa smiled and patted Jung Yu-shin on the shoulder.
There were some things that bothered him, but he was polite and talented. He was a new recruit that he gradually liked.
“Killa, you’re going into the bear’s mouth with your own feet.”
Ashur said with a sneer.
“What are you talking about?”
Killa asked.
“If you lose to this guy, you’ll be eaten. No matter how mixed you are, you’re still Barbaro.”
Killa’s eyes widened and his neck turned sharply.
“Is...it real?”
“No.”
Jung Yu-shin glared at Ashur.
“Please don’t come out all of a sudden and spread false rumors. Where on earth did that come from? Are you talking about a ghost story? Tsk.”
“It’s true. What did you say? Did you say the one who loses is the female? Did you say the one who shows his back is the female? I don’t remember well. I heard something similar.”
“I said no. Isn’t it time to believe it now?”
Jung Yu-shin protested in a resentful voice.
Regardless, Ashur pointed at Jung Yu-shin and looked at Killa.
“Killa, you have to be careful of this kind of guy. He says I’m harmless. He says I’m innocent, but when you let your guard down, he’ll put his dick in.”
“···Chairman, in my opinion, Scar isn’t that kind of guy.”
“Oh, you’re missing your chance. Like your hair. What’s the point of regretting it? There’s already a hole in it.”
Killa became serious.
“Ashur, please be more moderate.”
“Okay. Enough with the jokes. Vice-Chairman, get back to work.”
“It’s not my job, but I’ll go back. Ska, take care.”
“Vice-Chairman, take care.”
Killa returned to the Swordsmanship Guild building.
Ashur crossed his arms and observed Jeong Yu-shin.
“You, you kept flinching during the sparring earlier. What’s going on?”
Where were you hiding and observing the sparring?
As expected, the Sword Master’s eyes were hard to fool.
“I kept coming up with improvisations and it was hard to control.”
Eye-poke, spitting, kicking, throwing dirt, etc.
I had a hard time holding back because I thought of all sorts of tricks that were only used in back alleys.
“Tsk. I don’t know what improvisations you’re talking about, but it’s obvious even without looking.”
My conscience pricked me and I quickly changed the subject.
“That’s true. I have a concern.”
“The problem is that my arm moves unconsciously due to the side effects of the imprint?”
Indeed, a vicious stalker elf.
“It’s a bit much to ask now, but do you have any secrets from me?”
“No.”
Ashur declared.
Jung Yu-shin’s face crumpled.
‘Fuck.’
No.
That’s strange. Even though he fought the assassins in the forest like that, Ashur didn’t get angry.
Does he not know about what’s going on outside the labyrinth city?
Or maybe Aldain handled it well.
Regardless of the result, it means that there is a hole in Ashur’s information gathering ability.
‘Thank goodness.’
He came to his senses and returned to the main topic.
“I have something to ask about that issue.”
“What is it?”
“How can I suppress the side effects of the imprint?”
Ashur thought deeply and opened his mouth.
“It’s training. If your mind is disturbed, your sword will also be disturbed. I told you this last time, right? Hands that move unconsciously can also be overcome in the same context.”
“Is it constant training?”
“That’s right. I can swing my sword even in my dreams. That’s great.”
‘Oh my.’
He swallowed the sigh that was rising inside him.
The hardships were clearly laid out before his eyes.
He had to take lukewarm classes in the morning and afternoon,
and practice hard until late at night.
Jeong Yu-shin nodded.
“Let’s give it a try.”
Ashur smiled faintly.
A determined disciple.
“Why don’t you just try it in the morning? The book isn’t going to feed you, so do it roughly.”
“That’s not right.”
Jung Yu-shin answered with a serious expression. Information was essential to survive in the labyrinth. He couldn’t just leave the library full of great information alone.
‘I’m going to lick the floor like a yellow dog, but I’m going crazy.’
Did Yeo-bu die for nothing?
You need strategy to survive.
“Oh my. I understand.”
“Please take care of me.”
“...”
Ashur looked up at Jung Yu-shin’s hand slowly approaching his stomach.
“A crazy guy? This won’t work. Let’s put a sandbag on his arm first. Make it heavy.”
“Yes?”
Jung Yu-shin nodded while looking at his own hand.
“I extended my hand to shake your hand.”
“Do it moderately, put on the sandbag, and grab your sword. We have nothing to do today anyway. Let’s roll.”
“Yes.”
Jung Yu-shin took his sword and took a stance. Ashur smiled with satisfaction at Jung Yu-shin’s stance.
A moonlit night.
Clang!
The inn door opened and Jung Yu-shin came in. His entire body was covered in dust and sweat from how much he had rolled on the dirt floor.
“Ska-nim!”
Tarman, who had been watching the store, approached him.
“Why? What’s going on?”
“Oh, no. I was waiting for you because you were coming back late.”
“I stopped by the swordsmanship association on my way back. I’ll be back at this time tomorrow, so clean up the store for the time being and leave work first.”
“Yes. I understand.”
After sending Tarman off, he went up to the second floor.
He took off his clothes, soaked a towel in water, wiped his entire body, changed his clothes, and lifted the bed.
“Tick?”
Lin was lying in the middle of the bed, spread out on his back.
“You punk, I told you it’s dangerous to lie down on the bed like that.”
He carefully grabbed Lin and moved her to the side, then ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ laid down on the bed.
Lin groaned and climbed up to his chest.
“Want me to massage you?”
“Squeak!”
“Sorry. It’s too hard. I’ll do it later.”
“Squeak squeak!”
Jung Yu-shin patted the angry Lin and closed his eyes.
‘What’s wrong if I don’t do it for a day?’
He was so tired because he rolled around in the training grounds without rest.
Jung Yu-shin let himself be lulled into the darkness by the sound of Lin’s pitiful squeaking.
