The Swordmaster Who Lives Twice Chapter 35 : Chapter 35

Chapter 35 - My Sword Unit (3)

“It’s finally gotten quiet.”

After sending the group of thugs away, only Im Seong-jun and I remained here.

“Nothing to brag about. Even I can handle about seven thugs like that.”

Im Seong-jun pouted and glared at .

“Na, Im Seong-jun. Age twenty, behavior of a complete troublemaker. Hasn’t passed the Hunter exam yet.”

“You know ?”

“Not well, but I’ve heard things.”

“You, don’t tell you’re from the Haewon Sword Family?”

I nodded.

There was no reason to hide it.

“Shit. I was wondering who it was, but you’re just another one of my father’s lackeys from the Moonlight Unit!”

The Moonlight Unit Commander did send , but he was wrong about the rest.

From the looks of it, this wasn't the first ti the Moonlight Unit Commander had sent soone like this.

“Follow . This conversation seems like it’ll be long.”

“Just piss off when I’m being nice, if you don’t want to get beaten.”

“If I say it like that, did you expect to say, yes, I understand, and leave?”

“Then get beaten!”

Im Seong-jun’s palm flew towards my cheek.

Judging by the snap of his wrist as it bent, he had a lot of experience hitting people.

Jwaaaak!

But the sound of impact ca from Im Seong-jun’s cheek.

A beating is the best dicine for soone with bad hand habits.

“You son of a bitch! Did you just hit ?”

Jwaaaak!

This ti, a spark flew from the opposite side of his cheek.

“Yeah. I did hit you, and if you still don’t get it, go ahead and ask one more ti.”

I gave him a sly smile.

“How dare you, you son of a bitch!”

“Dare? What, are you going to tattle to your daddy? I guess I didn't get permission from the Moonlight Unit Commander to hit you. Well, I can always get permission later.”

“You bastard, who are you!”

Jwaaaak!

I struck his cheek once more.

Jwaaaaak!

And to be fair, one more ti on the other side.

His face was already swollen and puffy.

“Shit! Why did you hit this ti!”

“Because of that damn mouth of yours.”

“You crazy bastard!”

He launched another attack.

A mana-infused fist flew at .

Rock for rock, so this ti, I’ll use a fist as well.

Peoeok!

The guy, struck in the abdon, let out a pained groan.

“Keck! Keck!”

“I wonder if you’ve now found the will to correct that mouth of yours.”

Peoeok!

Unsure, I hit him one more ti.

Usually, the more you get hit, the more obedient you beco.

“You son of a…”

He couldn't finish his sentence.

He wasn't an idiot, so he must have felt the difference in our strength by now.

“Who the hell are you!”

To his eyes, I probably didn't look like an ordinary lackey from the Moonlight Unit.

If I were one of Commander Im's subordinates, I wouldn't be so recklessly violent towards him.

“Seo Ji-han. Ever heard of ?”

His eyes darted around for a mont, then he opened his mouth with a puzzled expression.

“D-don’t tell , the youngest son of the sword family?”

“That’s right. That ‘don’t tell ’.”

“Don’t bullshit ! From what I heard, the youngest son is….”

“The rumors are slow, aren't they? I’ve changed. I’m a completely different person from before.”

His pupils quaked.

“That can’t be. If you really are Seo Ji-han, why would you to ….”

He didn't seem to fully believe it, but his tone had beco a little more polite.

Co to think of it, bloodline is a scary thing.

Making even a drunk troublemaker watch himself.

“I told you. I ca because Commander Im sent . He asked to fix that head of yours.”

“So why would my father ask the youngest son to do that!”

“I think it’s a pretty ridiculous request myself. Why ask soone else to do what even a father can’t.”

I had heard a rough story about why Im Seong-jun had gone astray.

His family had been receiving a stipend as vassals of the Haewon Sword Family for three generations, but he didn't want that kind of life.

In truth, unless you were of the Seo bloodline, there were clear limits within the Haewon Sword Family.

No matter how good you were, you could never beco the family head, nor could you be taught the Haewon Sword Style.

Im Seong-jun, dissatisfied with that, declared that he would cut ties with the Haewon Sword Family in his generation, which seed to have caused a conflict with his father, Commander Im Moon-shik.

After that, he had been living a crooked life.

“Why don’t you stop acting like a troublemaker when it doesn't even suit you?”

“Screw you! What the hell do you know about !”

“Seeing you today, I think I have a rough idea. You have a knack for worrying about useless things.”

“What’s that supposed to!”

“You, even if you train your ass off, you won’t even reach your father’s ankles. If you get lucky and are put in charge of a sword unit thanks to your father’s influence, you should be bowing down in gratitude. That’s your vessel, which is plain to see.”

As I relentlessly pushed him, he was so flustered that he couldn't speak.

“And if you leave the Haewon Sword Family, you think your life will change dramatically? You’ve only learned how to swing a sword, so you’ll probably end up in so third-rate guild, struggling to get by. You’ll lose everything you’ve enjoyed within the confines of the Haewon Sword Family. Have you ever thought of it that way?”

Eventually, he started trembling with his fists clenched.

“Shut up! In the Haewon Sword Family, even if I struggle, I’ll just live as soone’s shadow! The limits of bloodline can never be overco!”

“This is truly unbelievable. Bloodline and all that aside, do you think you have the skill to rise to the highest position in the Haewon Sword Family?”

“Th-that depends on my effort….”

“You have to have tried your hardest to know your place. What would a guy who only makes excuses about bloodline without knowing his place know? Am I wrong?”

“You son of a…!”

Then, he saw my eyes and imdiately swallowed his words.

He had instinctively sensed that he would get beaten again if he finished that sentence.

“Since it seems you’ll continue to be unaware of your place, I’ll make you a promise.”

“A promise? What kind of bullshit are you about to spout!”

“If you manage to reach a higher level than the direct bloodline of the family, I’ll let the Moonlight Unit or another sword unit beco independent from the Haewon Sword Family.”

“What?”

“You can start a guild with that and play guild master. How about it, tempting, isn't it?”

I wasn't making an empty promise; I was truly willing to do it.

The problem was that there was no possibility of such a thing happening.

“But what authority do you have to say sothing like that?”

“I told you. I’m from the direct bloodline of the family. The person who will beco the family head in the future.”

“D-don’t tell , are you really Seo Ji-han?”

“Young Master!!”

At that mont, Choi Ho-joong approached with his characteristic fussing voice.

“I told you to wait.”

“I was just wondering where to escort you if your conversation was getting long!”

“It’s fine. The talk is over anyway. We’re going back to the family estate now. And you, Im Seong-jun.”

He had a dazed expression, then hurriedly answered.

“……Yes?”

“Starting tomorrow, Ho-joong will be looking after your swordsmanship, so co out to the 7th training ground early in the morning. Every day until you get your license.”

“What? I’m teaching Seong-jun?”

“Why are you so surprised? When I make my sword unit, you’ll be in charge of training the mbers anyway. So think of it as practice and get this guy into shape.”

Im Seong-jun’s opinion didn't matter.

Since I had decided to intervene, his troublemaking days were over.

***

The na of the sword unit I was to establish was decided as ‘Chamryongdan’.

As a bonus, I put the goal of this life I got to live a second ti into the na of the sword unit.

But there was a guy who took issue with this.

“Young Master! No matter how I think about it, this na is not it. Chamryongdan, how childish!”

“Why is this childish? What’s wrong with Chamryongdan?”

“First of all, the sound of it isn't great. We might get teased and called Yongyongdan!”

“Aren’t you the one ssing with right now?”

“Of course not! I’m just purely for the sake of our sword unit….”

“Forget it. The na is already decided, so just post the recruitnt notice.”

For now, I planned to recruit only about ten people.

There was no way high-quality applicants would flock to the first recruitnt drive, so I planned to start with a small elite group, picking only the guys I liked.

“Should I also include the phrase ‘Not a family-like atmosphere’ in the notice?”

“Ho-joong, no matter how I think about it, it seems like you’re ssing with . Shouldn't we obviously write the opposite?”

In fact, I planned to run our sword unit like a family.

I would even teach the advanced swordsmanship of the Kalia Continent to those who showed promise.

“Ah, seriously. You don’t know the recent trends, young master. I’ll take care of this. That way, the application rate will be higher.”

The culture of Earth was still difficult.

“By the way, how’s that guy Im Seong-jun these days? Is he training well every morning?”

“That’s what’s so strange. His face looks like he’s eaten shit, but he doesn't miss his training ti either. What on earth did you say to him to make him co to his senses?”

“I didn’t say much.”

I didn't threaten him, nor did I offer a grand reward.

In fact, I had thought about scaring him a little with so appropriate violence, but before that, I could see his eyes waver.

Sotis, a person’s heart is moved at an unintended point. That day was such a case.

“Anyway, you have a strange ability, young master. I know the Moonlight Unit Commander was quite troubled because of that guy.”

“In any case, it’s a relief that he’s co to his senses. How are his skills? Is he any good?”

“He’ll be more than capable of getting a Hunter License. Since his background is what it is, his fundantals were well-established since he was young.”

He did seem that way.

His movents when he attacked weren't bad, and his mana capacity was quite decent for a rookie.

“Keep a close eye on him, and if he seems useful, try putting him in the Chamryongdan.”

“Seong-jun?”

“Yeah. It wouldn't look good to place him directly under his father right away.”

“I understand! But are you really going to confirm the na as Chamryongdan?”

“Stop talking nonsense and put up the recruitnt notice.”

This punk, honestly. What was so wrong with Chamryongdan?

***

Ten days had passed since the recruitnt notice was posted, and today was the mber selection day.

Perhaps because of the Haewon Sword Family's reputation, quite a few people visited our family estate.

“Young Master! This is a total hit, isn’t it? I think almost a hundred people have gathered.”

“Is this number considered a hit?”

“Of course. With over a hundred applicants for a ten-person recruitnt, the competition rate is 10 to 1. This is more than enough to be a hit.”

“So what? Most of them are just riffraff.”

Scanning them with my Mana's Eye, so of them were laughable.

Maybe because it was a new sword unit, my Chamryongdan seed easy to them.

“Riffraff? Young Master, can you perhaps read faces too?”

“Yeah. Sothing like that.”

“No way!”

“Just start the test right away. It’ll take a long ti to check a hundred people.”

The testing thod was simple.

Choi Ho-joong and Shin Ah-yeon would have 1-on-1 matches with the applicants, and I would imdiately decide whether they passed or failed by watching them.

I had instructed the two of them to go easy, but the difference in level with the applicants was inevitable.

Of course, I was watching with a hawk's eye, taking all that into account.

“Fail!”

“Fail!”

“Fail!”

As soon as the test began, a parade of failures followed.

At this rate, I wouldn't even be able to pick the planned ten mbers.

Just as my Mana's Eye had scanned, there were too many riffraff.

“Fail!”

A sigh escaped naturally.

To think there were so many incompetent guys.

What was even more absurd was that there was a guy who complained about my judgnt.

“Wow! Shit! We didn't even fight for a few seconds and it's an imdiate fail?”

I nodded.

His ability to operate mana was just too pathetic.

“At least let know the reason. I’m sure it’s a ridiculous reason anyway.”

Ridiculous, my foot.

To be this confident with such skills was a talent in itself.

“Lack of aptitude.”

It was a simple and clear reason.

Though he couldn't accept it right away.

“Lack of aptitude, that’s completely absurd! What about you, the Chamryongdan leader? From the rumors I hear, you’re nothing but a sickly weakling!”

“Were such rumors about still going around?”

“To be frank, I don’t think there’s anyone among the applicants here weaker than the Chamryongdan leader. Am I wrong?”

Perhaps this was the reason why so many riffraff had gathered.

When my thoughts reached that point, another hollow laugh escaped .

This wouldn't do.

“Alright. Then I’ll give you a special test. Ho-joong, you step out for a mont.”

With the situation being like this, it seed I had no choice but to establish my authority as the unit commander myself.