I Became an Academy Baldo User

173 – The shocking truth revealed now

(There may be somewhat shocking content.)

“… “Where are we again?”

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was not the ceiling of a familiar mansion, but a forest of skyscrapers, a rare sight on Earth.

I was left alone on an open road without a single parked car, surrounded by huge buildings that seemed to reach up to the sky.

‘Am I dead?’

It was a time when I was awakening to the first possibility that came to mind in this extraordinary situation: death due to drug use.

As if reading my thoughts, I heard a voice that I heard for the first time from the other side of the road, but somehow felt familiar.

“I’m not dead yet. “It might be like that from now on.”

When I turned my head, there was a long-haired man stained entirely in black from head to toe, looking at me, as if he had just attended a funeral.

It was obviously my first time meeting that man, but looking at his disapproving eyes, it seemed like he didn’t like me.

“Who are you?”

“If I say Sword Master, will you understand?”

“…… What?”

I got goosebumps all over my body at the name that probably only two people in this world would know.

The Sword Master, or author, slowly approached me, sighing deeply with regret.

“600 Years… No, I have been watching you guys for 620 years. “I thought that if I sent seven people, at least one of them would be different, but they all refused to give up their stubbornness, perhaps because they enjoyed betraying my expectations.”

“… Stubborn?”

“Why are you asking the obvious? For Kim Tor, it means hammer, and for you, it means kicking.”

I thought he was talking nonsense because he was stubborn, but it seemed like he was belittling my beliefs.

Others may be stubborn, but my footmanship is a master piece that combines performance and romance….

“You are not much different from other guys. In fact, you could say that other guys are better than you in that the object of their obsession is weapons.”

“Again, another bullsh*t…” . “Let’s end this bullsh*t with what’s written in the skill window.”

You always wrote strange things in the skill window and now you show up in person and say bullsh*t.

Is being a god such a leisurely job? If you have nothing else to do, write your next work.

“So why did you bring me here?”

“Until now… “I came to do something I had thought about countless times but couldn’t because I wondered if I should do it this way.”

As the Sword Master approached me, saying that, I was filled with an inexplicable sense of anxiety, so I unknowingly took a step back and walked away from him.

“When fighting Hornhuld, I saw him fight normally when his Baldosul was sealed.”

“… “If you look at the process alone, he spent almost all of his strength sealing the sword attack, so in the end, you can say he was defeated with the sword sword.”

“How many times have I told you that I don’t have that kind of power? Anyway, I didn’t want to go this far because I wanted to make you realize it yourself, but the end is now near.”

Sighing, the Sword Master snapped his fingers, and something slimy crawled out of his shadow, stood upright on both feet, and looked at me.

“So I decided to do it this way.”

The one who came out of Grima and stood tall and looked at me was me, not anyone else.

The face, clothes, expression, and even the weapon used were the same as mine, so I felt like I was looking in a mirror, but there was one thing that was different from me.

‘… ‘Why are you drawing your sword?’

You wouldn’t be able to do a baldo like that, but you’re my alter ego and you don’t even know that?

“You’re thinking like an idiot again.”

“I have never thought of something like that in my life. But why is my fake one drawing its sword in advance?”

“… “You will find out soon.”

As if to prove that those words were true, my fake stepped forward with his sword in hand.

“It would be easy to defeat you with my own hands. But then again, he would try to escape reality by saying that his skills were not good enough and that his martial arts skills were not weak. So I prepared myself as an equal.”

“… Are you crazy? If the skills are equal, it is common sense that the one who uses the martial arts technique is stronger….”

“…… I’m tired of talking now. “Prove with your body whether that common sense is correct or not.”

When the Sword Master’s permission was given, my fake, which had been slowly approaching me, rushed at me with all its might, as if the shackles had been released.

Anyway, there are many ways to copy the appearance, but it seems that out of all the sword techniques, it was impossible to copy Ji-seong, who chose sword fighting.

Pushing at me so defenselessly with my hand on the hilt of the sword was like a fly rushing towards a blazing fire.

I planned to cut down my fake at once and teach the greatness of sword fighting to the sword master who had insulted it so much through pain.

But those thoughts were overshadowed by the pain that followed that I had never felt before.

“… Uh?”

One side of my vision momentarily turned red and then fell into eternal darkness that would never return.

While it was charging at me, it extended its blade with the power of Nanga and stabbed my right eye.

There was no doubt that if he had not taken his foot back in an instant, his head would have been shot through his eyes and he would have died.

“Ugh… !!”

The enemy was looking at me with such contempt because they said they didn’t use martial arts.

Reflecting on my guard, I flinched for a moment and put my hand back on the hilt of the sword, and a pleasant friction sound began to ring in my ears, like an alarm bell.

“…… ?”

I didn’t understand at first.

Why is my body so high?

Why are my internal organs sticking out of my stomach and fluttering around?

Why is the hilt of Jinta’s sword, which he promised to never let go of, moving further and further away from his right hand?

Those doubts were completely resolved the moment I saw Jinta held in the fake hand with a red trail swirling around the flames.

‘Did you cut it? ? But how can you achieve this speed without using a kicking technique? ?’

“The ability of Yodo Jinta can be used without the need for a kicking technique as long as there is friction. Rather, it is more efficient to move forward by scraping the ground like this because it can collect more friction.”

“…… What?”

What is that guy talking about? It’s scientific common sense that the more friction, the stronger it becomes, but Jinta has that ability….

“You come all this way to escape reality. In fact, weren’t you feeling it too? “What you are saying is nonsense.”

“… ….”

As the Sword Master finished speaking, her broken body began to come together again like Marina’s slime.

As I stood up, struggling with the pain still remaining in my back, the Sword Master, who was looking down at me from a little distance, spoke.

“Then let’s continue. “This fight will continue until you defeat this clone or admit your own contradictions.”

*****

This time, she was decapitated and her head fell to the ground. How many times have I died because of this?

It felt refreshing at first to be in a situation where I was always cutting and getting cut, but now I’m starting to get tired of it.

‘Was I this strong without using martial arts?’

I don’t know. In the first place, I’ve never had the experience of winning without using a sword attack, other than when I fought Hornhuld.

“Isn’t it natural that continuing to fight while holding the sword is stronger than the inefficient technique of cutting the enemy once and then returning the sword to its sheath?”

Even though it was obviously me who was fighting, the Sword Master had a triumphant expression on his face and continued to preach again.

Now that I think about it, there was someone on Earth who directly denied the Baldojutsu theory to me.

The person whose name I can’t even remember anymore was a professor at the university I attended.

Because he was a fairly prestigious scholar, I thought he would understand my theory of martial arts, which everyone denied, but the reality was different.

[Friction force is converted into kinetic energy and speed? Well then, Mr. Kim, just ask me one question. When you brake a moving car, a lot of friction is created between the tires and the ground, so why does the car stop? According to what you said, shouldn’t we be running at a faster speed than before applying the brakes?]

[…] ….]

Even now, when I think of those words, I feel the shock of being hit on the head with a reverse-edged sword.

What on earth should I have answered back then? Decades later, I still can’t find the answer.

So at that time, instead of logically refuting what he said, I threw a punch and kicked a player before he was expelled.

“… What kind of life have you lived? “Why are you throwing your fists there?”

“When justice clashes with each other, what is right is decided with fists or swords.”

“Bullsh*t…” .”

After taking a break and thinking about trivial things, I stood up again and placed my hand on the hilt of Jinta’s sword, which I had never pulled out.

I wonder if my alter ego has any physical strength limit, as it was staring at me without any sign of fatigue even though it cut me into pieces several times.

“… To be honest, I know I’m talking bullsh*t.”

I got up and smiled and revealed the secret I had been hiding for the first time in my life, but he looked calm, as if he wasn’t surprised.

Yes, I actually knew. From the day I picked up a sword for the first time in my life, I knew that swordsmanship was weaker than ordinary swordsmanship.

But even though I knew that fact, I continued to deny it, even deceiving myself and deceiving others with false madness.

“Because if people know that I am weak in foot-dojutsu and still use foot-do-jutsu, people will think that foot-do-jutsu is trash and that I am not performing at my best.”

“…… So, because you didn’t want to turn Baldosul into trash, you led people to think you were crazy?”

“Okay, and should I tell you something even more fun? “Even if I die here, I have no intention of giving up my martial arts skills.”

Because Baldosul is cool.

How would you feel if you were told that you were cowardly, inefficient, and an asshole? The fact that martial arts is cool is an immutable truth that no one can deny.

“Then let’s continue. Hurry up, you fake bastard….”

“… Damn it, 620 years….”