I Became the Hidden Ruler of the Martial World Chapter 114

'What on earth is wrong with this kid?'

Baek Yoonjun couldn't understand Tang Yuhwa's thoughts at all.

'When did I ever understand?'

Of course, it was the sa that he hadn't understood before, but this ti it was harder to understand than last ti.

The desire to ask what she was thinking welled up, but.

'It's a bit much to ask the sa question in a row.'

Since he had already asked once and heard the answer, Baek Yoonjun didn't have the courage to ask again.

Clang! Clang!

Baek Yoonjun quietly watched Tang Yuhwa hamr the iron.

A lump of iron that was slowly taking shape.

But in Baek Yoonjun's eyes, it looked very lacking.

'Hmm, looking at it roughly, it doesn't seem like a weapon you hold and swing. Is it a hidden weapon?'

In a way, it was a natural result.

Tang Yuhwa was so clumsy that she could be called a klutz, and what he had taught her was only how to handle hidden weapons.

'A hidden weapon, a hidden weapon... when you think about it, needles are good to use as hidden weapons, but their killing power is lacking.'

Nurous inspirations began to co to Baek Yoonjun's mind.

'Since it's not related to what happened earlier, should I ddle a bit?'

No matter how extre a hobody introvert he was, he couldn't resist giving advice.

"You shouldn't do it like that."

Baek Yoonjun couldn't hold it in and began to spit out advice.

"If you're not going to hold it and swing it anyway, it would be better to cut off the handle part more boldly."

"Like this?"

"Much better."

Fortunately, Tang Yuhwa followed Baek Yoonjun's advice without a word.

"It would be prettier if you gave it more curves."

"It's a weapon, does it need to be pretty?"

"Since it's a hidden weapon, it's not bad to give it an elent of surprise."

Baek Yoonjun gave advice, fully utilizing his aesthetic sense in addition to practicality.

His advice contained not only his knowledge but also the words of his friend from his past life.

'He said that a place that deals with poison and hidden weapons in the martial arts world uses this kind of hidden weapon.'

At Baek Yoonjun's advice, Tang Yuhwa moved busily, and after a long ti, the hidden weapon was completed.

The completed hidden weapon was a butterfly-shaped dart.

'The shape is plausible, isn't it?'

Looking at the plausible butterfly-shaped hidden weapon, Baek Yoonjun's feelings beca complicated.

Although the current hidden weapon had a lot of Baek Yoonjun's advice in it, it was made in the direction that Tang Yuhwa wanted.

'It looks exactly like a real butterfly. But is this thing practical?'

Tang Yuhwa, the person who had made it herself, seed to have thoughts not very different from Baek Yoonjun's.

Although it was her usual sullen face, she picked up the butterfly-shaped hidden weapon with a very displeased look.

Then she slowly threw it.

The butterfly-shaped hidden weapon flapped its wings and advanced, drawing a bizarre phenonon.

At a glance, it looked just like a butterfly, with its wings even flapping.

"It's pretty."

Seeing that sight, Baek Yoonjun unconsciously muttered.

"It is pretty."

Tang Yuhwa also uttered a similar sentint.

Since she had thrown it weakly, the butterfly-shaped hidden weapon couldn't fly far and fell to the ground.

Tang Yuhwa picked up the hidden weapon again and continued to throw it.

"It is pretty. But."

Tang Yuhwa, who had been throwing the hidden weapon, quietly moved her gaze towards Baek Yoonjun.

"It's pretty, but what is this used for?"

At Tang Yuhwa's question, Baek Yoonjun recalled various things about the utility of that hidden weapon and said them.

"Its movent is all over the place, isn't it? It'll be hard to dodge."

"That's true."

Tang Yuhwa threw the hidden weapon a few more tis.

It was certainly harder to dodge than sothing like a needle, with its irregular trajectory.

"But it takes too much effort to make. It's inefficient."

"It is a lot of work."

It took a whole day to make just one of those.

And that was only completed because Baek Yoonjun was constantly giving advice on the side and even helped out later.

A hidden weapon that could take several days to make in a situation without Baek Yoonjun.

It certainly had the advantage of an irregular trajectory as Tang Yuhwa said, but it was inefficient.

But Baek Yoonjun had sothing to say.

"Since it was made according to your intention, try using it as intended."

"Okay."

Tang Yuhwa held the butterfly-shaped hidden weapon and quietly concentrated.

Then she threw it again.

Unlike before, the butterfly-shaped hidden weapon, thrown quite seriously, flapped its wings and flew all over the place.

From the flapping wings of the hidden weapon, which was flying in an unpredictable path, particles that were hard to confirm with the naked eye spread in all directions.

Baek Yoonjun recognized at once that it was poison.

"What kind of poison is it?"

"Diarrhea poison."

"You've put in sothing terrible."

"It has no killing power."

"You'll die socially."

Baek Yoonjun shuddered at the identity of the terrible poison.

Fortunately, Baek Yoonjun was resistant to poison, and Tang Yuhwa was resistant due to the various poisons accumulated in her body for a long ti, so a disaster did not occur.

"As a hidden weapon, its unpredictability is an advantage, and it also spreads poison well."

"It's worth the effort to make."

Tang Yuhwa seed satisfied with the excellent poison-spreading function of the butterfly-shaped hidden weapon.

'Although I gave advice, it's a very heinous item.'

Next to such a Tang Yuhwa, Baek Yoonjun shuddered at the heinousness of the hidden weapon.

The fact that such a heinous item had the appearance of a butterfly was malicious.

'That's not all.'

Baek Yoonjun quietly watched Tang Yuhwa's actions.

When the hidden weapon fell to the ground, Tang Yuhwa retrieved the hidden weapon and brought it to her hair.

The butterfly-shaped hidden weapon, which was placed among her hair, had turned into a perfect hair accessory.

'Who would think that's a hidden weapon?'

Baek Yoonjun shuddered once more at the heinousness of the butterfly-shaped hidden weapon.

'By the way, with Yuhwa's skills, it's impossible to use it as a hidden weapon by itself.'

Baek Yoonjun, who had been shuddering at the heinousness of the hidden weapon for a mont, now began to analyze it calmly.

'In the end, it will only be used for spreading poison, but according to Yuhwa's design intention, this is right.'

Fully utilizing the basic disposition of a hobody introvert whose emotions changed like boiling porridge, Baek Yoonjun made a calm evaluation of the hidden weapon and Tang Yuhwa's condition.

'What a waste.'

It was a waste because it was an item that Baek Yoonjun could have used quite usefully as a hidden weapon by itself.

"I like it."

Whether that was the case or not, Tang Yuhwa seed quite satisfied.

"What's the na of this?"

"Hmm... since it's roughly a butterfly-shaped hidden weapon, how about Butterfly Hidden Weapon?"

"I don't like it."

Tang Yuhwa was disgusted by the na Baek Yoonjun ca up with.

At that reaction, Baek Yoonjun quickly thought of another na.

"Then how about Butterfly Dart?"

"Seems okay?"

Fortunately, she seed to like this na quite a bit.

'It's only a one-letter difference.'

Although Baek Yoonjun couldn't understand that reaction, since he didn't have the courage to refute it anyway, he just let it be.

And more than that, there was sothing he was curious about, and he couldn't do anything else without asking this.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why are you, who doesn't even like fighting, trying to fight by making a weapon like this?"

Although it was difficult for Baek Yoonjun to ask others questions, once he brought up a question, it poured out to his own surprise.

"And isn't it a life-and-death duel where people can die? It's a place where you might die or kill, so I can't understand at all why you, Yuhwa, are going to such a place."

Yuhwa's expression, who received Baek Yoonjun's question, was indifferent.

"Isn't it obvious?"

The answer ca out without a mont's hesitation.

"If I participate, I can prevent even one person from getting hurt or dying, can't I?"

At those words, which were even filled with conviction, Baek Yoonjun let out a chuckle in disbelief.

"With your skills?"

"Of course, I know my martial arts are weak. But I have my own specialty, don't I?"

At Tang Yuhwa's words, Baek Yoonjun imdiately recalled her noteworthy martial power.

Poison.

Inside Tang Yuhwa's body, there was an endless amount of poison that was difficult for even Baek Yoonjun to fully grasp.

It could be gathered just like gathering internal energy, and it could even be combined, and as far as Baek Yoonjun knew, this was a specialty that only Tang Yuhwa could do.

'On top of that, if you add Yuhwa's dical knowledge, she can also use poison freely.'

Of course, the fact that Tang Yuhwa was a klutz was a big problem here.

What was needed to supplent that was.

'A hidden weapon.'

Her already poor internal energy had fused with the poison in her body, making the total amount even poorer, and her body was clumsy.

The only thing that was passable was her head and dexterity, which were enough to learn the blacksmithing she had never learned before in a short period of ti.

'Throwing a hidden weapon requires more brains than swinging a sword.'

Hidden weapons are consud, and once shown, their threat level drops even more.

A head with the judgnt to aim for the right ti and the dexterity to accurately throw the hidden weapon to the intended place.

In a way, a hidden weapon was the only and most optimal weapon for Tang Yuhwa.

Having finished his thoughts, Baek Yoonjun quietly said the answer.

A hidden weapon was a skill that Tang Yuhwa needed, and the specialty she had right now was.

"You an poison?"

"That's right."

"Isn't poison better at harming people than most weapons?"

"That's also right. But if I use an imdiate-acting poison that is not fatal and that I can detoxify, there will be no casualties."

"Well, that's true."

"Rather, if you use poison and detoxification appropriately, the condition after suppression can be even better."

"That... could be."

While agreeing, Baek Yoonjun could not hide his reluctance.

No matter how he looked at it, Tang Yuhwa's poison was heterogeneous.

Because of that.

"It won't be recognized as a martial art."

"Master recognized it as a poison art, didn't you?"

"Even if I call it that, others won't recognize it."

"It's okay."

Unlike Baek Yoonjun's worried gaze, Tang Yuhwa was just as steadfast as could be.

"All beginnings are like that."

At that appearance, which was even shaless in a way, Baek Yoonjun let out an empty laugh.

'She told to create a martial art that saves people.'

Baek Yoonjun had a hunch.

That there was no need to create what Tang Yuhwa had requested.

'She's going her own way well on her own.'

Baek Yoonjun was very proud of Tang Yuhwa, who had the least martial talent among the disciples he had taught.

What he could do for such a disciple was.

"Your thought is comndable, but with your skills, you're perfect for getting stabbed by a street ruffian and dying young."

"I know."

"So, as a master, I will train you from now on."

A very heartwarming atmosphere was created between the two.

An ideal conversation between a master and a disciple.

"But Master."

But.

"There are only four days left."

At Tang Yuhwa's one word, the warmth sank below the cold sea, beyond the ground.

Naturally, at this point, Baek Yoonjun, who had not a speck of self-esteem, would have been discouraged and flustered.

But Baek Yoonjun did not lose his confidence even though cold water was poured on the heartwarming atmosphere.

Since Tang Yuhwa knew Baek Yoonjun's inner thoughts so well, she had a hunch that he had a thod.

"Is there a way?"

"Of course there is!"

Baek Yoonjun boasted, which was a rare sight.

"There is?"

Tang Yuhwa was also rarely flustered, as it was the first ti she had seen such a side of her master.

"Just wait a little. It's sothing that requires preparation."

Having said that, Baek Yoonjun imdiately left the place.

What Baek Yoonjun, who had left the place, did was nothing special.

He returned to the inn where he was staying, gave a silver coin to a waiter, and had him get the necessary items.

And so, ti passed, and Baek Yoonjun, who had received the necessary items from the waiter, returned to the blacksmith's where Tang Yuhwa was with the items.

Baek Yoonjun, who had returned.

"Is anyone coming to this blacksmith's?"

"No. I've rented it out until the decisive battle."

"Then that's good."

Having received the answer to his question, Baek Yoonjun's actions were unhesitating.

He laid out artifacts around and embroidered a strange red pattern on the floor.

Since Tang Yuhwa had learned from Baek Yoonjun, she could recognize to so extent what he was doing.

"A formation?"

"It's not just a formation. There's also sorcery mixed in."

Since Tang Yuhwa had learned about formations and sorcery to so extent from Baek Yoonjun, she recognized what he was doing, but she couldn't know its exact identity.

And for good reason.

'The ti has finally co to use this for the first ti.'

A technique that Baek Yoonjun had been planning for a long ti based on the mories of his past life.

A technique that was in a very ambiguous state because he lacked confidence when he was cooped up in the mountains, but that he had gained confidence in and researched after experiencing a strange phenonon at the Martial Alliance recently.

"It's done."

Baek Yoonjun had now realized for the first ti with his own hands that technique, which was ambiguous to call a formation and ambiguous to call sorcery.

'I can just classify it as a formation.'

And so, Baek Yoonjun, who had completed the formation, placed his hand on the core of the formation, manipulated it, and activated it.

At that, the surrounding scenery disappeared as if snow were lting, and an endless white space appeared.

Confirming that the formation had been activated safely, Baek Yoonjun smiled quietly.

"Welco. To the Formation of Ti and Space."

(End of Chapter)