A sense of tension flowed through the training ground.
Could it be that everyone here was overwheld by that one person?
The people couldn't believe that fact, but no one could step forward towards Namgung Il, who was looking this way.
"C-Captain!"
Just then, Jong Seo-eon hurriedly approached Namgung Il from outside the door.
"What are you doing right now?"
"Can't you see? We're about to take over this place for our society."
"...!"
"You get ready too."
At those words, a chill ran down Jong Seo-eon's spine.
Ready... What on earth was he being told to prepare for?
Jong Seo-eon felt he roughly knew what it was, but he didn't want to ask in any more detail.
Thud— Thud—.
Just then, a man walked forward from among the people.
As if he had been training in the training ground just before, a staff was held in his right hand.
Namgung Il's gaze imdiately turned to that man.
"...?"
It was a sowhat familiar face.
After staring silently for a while, Namgung Il could recall where he had seen that man.
'That guy... isn't he the one who was in the Azure Dragon Class when the tally was announced?'
He was sure his na was Yu Ji-han.
To think there was a familiar face here.
Namgung Il continued to gaze at Yu Ji-han with a faint smile on his lips.
Thud—.
As the distance closed to so extent, Yu Ji-han stopped walking.
As if to warn Namgung Il, Yu Ji-han slamd the staff in his right hand hard on the floor.
"What's your business here?"
"I have business with the president. Small fry, get out of the way."
At those words, Yu Ji-han's brow twitched.
Although anger was showing in his eyes as if he would swing his staff at any mont, Yu Ji-han barely maintained his composure and opened his mouth.
"I am the president of the Turyonghoe."
"...You are?"
"Yes. So quickly state what business you have to commit such rudeness."
"Then the story changes."
Namgung Il said and raised the sword at his waist.
The people behind him seed a little flustered by that action, but Yu Ji-han still maintained his composure and glared at Namgung Il.
"...What is the aning of that action?"
"Osuhoe and Turyonghoe. Let's decide who will use this training ground by fighting."
"What?"
"The presidents of each society will fight with the training ground at stake."
"..."
Yu Ji-han said nothing for a while.
However, a hollow laugh soon escaped his lips.
Namgung Il was still holding up his sword with a serious expression, but Yu Ji-han did not stop laughing even after seeing that.
"What on earth are you talking about..."
"..."
"Get lost. I have nothing to say to you."
Yu Ji-han was about to turn away after those words.
However.
At Namgung Il's voice coming from behind, Yu Ji-han couldn't help but stop walking.
"Are you scared?"
"...?"
"Ah, you have a right to be scared. You lost to the Vermilion Bird Class last ti, so you must be quite anxious now."
Yu Ji-han imdiately understood what Namgung Il was talking about.
To think he would ntion the Cheongmyeongje Festival in front of him.
The humiliation of that ti was still stuck in Yu Ji-han's heart like a sore tooth.
Hwik—.
Without anyone having a chance to stop him, Yu Ji-han turned and swung the staff in his right hand at Namgung Il's head.
Clang—!
A sharp tallic sound rang in his ears.
Namgung Il's Thunder Tiger Sword, which was now about halfway out of its scabbard.
With the part of the blade that was out, Namgung Il was blocking Yu Ji-han's staff.
'As expected, it's a staff made of iron.'
That's why such a sound would co out.
By the way, to swing a staff made of iron so quickly.
If he had been just a little late in blocking it, his head would surely have been smashed.
Grin—.
The one who had attacked first was that side.
He hadn't thought the duel would start so suddenly, but in any case, with this, this side now had a reason to attack Yu Ji-han.
"You started it."
Namgung Il muttered and flicked away Yu Ji-han's staff.
Simultaneously, the Thunder Tiger Sword ca completely out of its scabbard.
Namgung Il quickly rushed into the opening of Yu Ji-han, whose posture had collapsed.
Hwik—.
Namgung Il was planning to settle the match in one go.
Because martial arts that use long weapons like a staff beco quite powerless once one gets close.
He seed to have quite a bit of skill, but the fact that his opponent was Namgung Il was Yu Ji-han's fatal mistake.
Phat—.
Just then, Yu Ji-han's figure suddenly disappeared from in front of his eyes.
Simultaneously, a blow ca from a completely unexpected direction.
Namgung Il reacted a little late and blocked Yu Ji-han's attack with his sword.
'This is...'
Yu Ji-han was kicking at Namgung Il.
As if floating in the air, both of Yu Ji-han's feet were off the ground, and Namgung Il could see that Yu Ji-han was now supporting his body in the air with his staff.
"..."
At that mont, Namgung Il's expression changed subtly.
This staff technique... doesn't it feel sowhat familiar?
Namgung Il knew a staff technique that responded to an opponent's approach in such a free-spirited way.
'No... it's similar, but different.'
Namgung Il montarily overlapped Yu Ji-han's movents with his own Dog Beating Staff Technique, but he imdiately denied that fact.
In the first place, the staff Yu Ji-han was holding was not a Dog Beating Staff, was it?
A staff made of such a heavy material was not at all suitable for the Dog Beating Staff Technique.
Hwik—.
As Namgung Il blocked his kick, Yu Ji-han rotated once more in the air and sent another kick.
A blow that felt much heavier than before.
Namgung Il's figure was pushed back slightly by the rebound.
Bwoong—!
Not missing that mont, Yu Ji-han rose into the air, still holding his staff.
"Die!"
Letting out a roar filled with anger, Yu Ji-han swung the staff he had raised above his head with all his might.
The target was Namgung Il's head.
Yu Ji-han had been persistently aiming for Namgung Il's head from the beginning, but it was felt from the montum that this blow was different from other tis.
Bang—!
A trendous roar echoed through the training ground.
Simultaneously, a vibration was transmitted to their legs as if an earthquake had occurred.
Although their bodies were staggering, the people's gazes were still on the two.
'What happened?'
The place where the two were was thick with dust.
Because of that, they couldn't confirm the result of the duel, but everyone was already convinced of Yu Ji-han's victory.
"..."
The Turyonghoe was a society that aid to improve students' skills through more practical duels.
All its mbers were from the Azure Dragon Class, and Yu Ji-han had such outstanding skills that he was confidently serving as the president among them.
For such a Yu Ji-han to be defeated by a first-year from the Vermilion Bird Class.
Since such a thing could never happen, everyone was waiting for the dust to settle, expecting to see Namgung Il collapsed on the floor.
Sssss—.
The dust floating in the air was gradually disappearing.
And the figures of the two slowly began to be seen.
When the situation could be confird to so extent, gasps of astonishnt flowed out from the surroundings.
"..."
As everyone had expected, the duel between the two was already decided.
However, if there was a point that was off, it was that the subject had changed.
Namgung Il was lightly standing on the staff that had been slamd on the floor, aiming his sword at Yu Ji-han's neck.
"The president... lost?"
No one could believe that fact right now.
But no matter how one looked at it, didn't that scene clearly look like Yu Ji-han's defeat?
Since there was no observer to judge the duel, the training ground was still silent even though the result was obvious.
"Keuk...!"
Yu Ji-han bit his lip hard, looking at Namgung Il who was aiming his sword at him.
The emptiness of having his confident finishing blow blocked. And the anger of not being able to avenge himself on Namgung Il, who had insulted him and the Azure Dragon Class, was showing on Yu Ji-han's face.
"Don't move."
"...!"
"The conclusion has already been made."
As he said, this was clearly his defeat in anyone's eyes.
Of course, even if he moved now, Namgung Il wouldn't be able to cut his neck with that sword, but there was no more aning in this match if he forcibly continued the duel like that.
Since it would be more humiliating to continue the match like that, Yu Ji-han looked up at Namgung Il and slowly moved his lips.
"It's my... defeat."
"..."
Sreung—.
As Yu Ji-han admitted his defeat himself, Namgung Il finally sheathed his sword.
Simultaneously, both feet landed lightly on the floor.
Namgung Il, with a light smile, said to Yu Ji-han.
"Then from now on, the Osuhoe will take this training ground."
"..."
"No complaints, right?"
Anyone could see that the duel just now was Namgung Il's victory.
So, as he said, the ownership of the training ground was to be transferred to Namgung Il... but Yu Ji-han, regaining his composure, said to Namgung Il.
"...I admit my defeat in the duel just now."
"..."
"But, I can't hand over the training ground to that side."
The person who had arbitrarily proposed to bet the training ground was Namgung Il.
He had never agreed to those words.
So, Yu Ji-han was admitting his defeat but insisting that he couldn't hand over the training ground to Namgung Il.
"In the first place, this training ground is a place the Turyonghoe has been using for several years!"
"..."
"But to suddenly co and demand it? Do you think this makes any sense right now?"
"If you have a complaint, don't tell , go to the student council."
Why is the student council suddenly coming out of there?
As Yu Ji-han looked at him as if he couldn't understand, Namgung Il took sothing out of his bosom.
"...What on earth is that?"
"A public docunt formally recognized by the student council."
"...!"
"It says here. Osuhoe and Turyonghoe. The two societies will consult with each other and newly decide the ownership of the training ground."
"No... that's ridiculous..."
"If you doubt it, read it yourself."
Namgung Il said and held out the paper in his hand to Yu Ji-han.
Yu Ji-han stared blankly at the paper, then quickly snatched it and began to read.
"...!"
At that mont, Yu Ji-han's hand holding the paper trembled.
The paper had the sa content as what Namgung Il had just said.
On top of that, this seal... Yu Ji-han knew that this was sothing only the student council president could use.
'What on earth happened? Could it be... he forged it?'
He had that thought for a mont, but Yu Ji-han imdiately thought that was ridiculous.
There was no way Namgung Il would tell a lie that would be imdiately exposed if he went to the student council... That ant that this was a public docunt that Cheon Hong-ryeong had personally approved.
"...What kind of trick did you pull?"
"What?"
"If you didn't pull a trick, the student council president would never have approved sothing like this! You must have threatened the student council president with so vile trick!"
"Do you think such a threat would work on the student council president?"
"W-well, no, but..."
Then how on earth should he explain this public docunt?
Yu Ji-han was at a loss for words in his confusion.
"Anyway, this is sothing the student council president has recognized."
"...!"
"So, this side will take the training ground."
"Ugh... I can't accept it!"
As Yu Ji-han continued to say so, Namgung Il sighed.
Even after explaining this much, is he still going to throw a tantrum?
Since it didn't seem like a conclusion would be reached like this, Namgung Il asked Jong Seo-eon for help.
"Jong Seo-eon, you co over here too..."
It was then.
Namgung Il could see that Jong Seo-eon's appearance, standing by the entrance, was sohow different from usual.
'What's wrong? Why are his hands trembling...'
Looking closely, he seed to be angry about sothing.
For that Jong Seo-eon to be so angry that his hands were trembling... Namgung Il couldn't help but be surprised by that sight.
"Yu Ji-han!"
"...?"
"I will not forgive you!"
This ti, Jong Seo-eon's angry roar echoed through the training ground.
(End of Chapter)
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