Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 483 (Part 2)



483 (Part 2)

“Just hold on. You can manage that much right?”

“Wait wait!”

Of course I didn’t hear a response.

Whoosh-!

Blue flames surrounded my body.

Boom-!

I shot forward as if I had exploded.

My vision flipped back and forth.

Compared to the speed I had been running until now this was several times faster.

“Ugh…!”

Woo-hyuk tried to say something in response to the unexpected speed.

But I ignored his words and kept running.

Who would have thought?

That Woo-hyuk would be as directionally challenged as Namgoong Bia.

“Why is this guy who looks perfectly fine so useless at times like this… damn it….”

When Woo-hyuk had a sword in hand he became a different person but without a sword he was no better than a fool.

No it seemed like most geniuses were like this.

If I had to live like this I wished I could at least have his face and height. Damn it.

How long had I been running like this?

It was about half an hour more.

Comparing it to the path written on the map I was roughly around this area.

‘I should have come here sooner.’

Even I found it ridiculous.

Honestly I was so angry that I ran with all my might but I never expected to move this quickly.

In terms of speed I was at least twice as fast compared to before shedding my shell.

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‘At this rate I should check again.’

When I roughly judged it seemed like I had gone about halfway up.

But when I actually used my strength the feeling was different.

At this point I felt like I should meet the Pajeon and ask for a favor.

‘To ask for a duel that is.’

The only person around to ask was Pajeon.

If I asked the Demon King for help I was sure I wouldn’t end up in a good situation.

After slightly lowering my speed I asked Woo-hyuk.

“Hey. Where do we go from here?”

“Uh…?”

“Get a grip. It says here that this is the end.”

Since only the name of the mountain range and a simple location were written I couldn’t know the detailed location.

It seemed like I had come to the right place.

But looking around it was still just trees and rocks.

Woo-hyuk with a dazed expression spoke to me without gathering his thoughts.

“Wait… just let me down…. I feel like I’m going to die.”

“No I need to know where your master is….”

There was no way we would meet in this thicket.

There should be some kind of dwelling nearby.

Where could it possibly be? Could it be that I also came to the wrong place? I shouldn’t be that directionally challenged.

As I thought about this and considered raising my senses suddenly—

“…!”

I quickly turned my body.

“Ugh!”

As I turned Woo-hyuk swayed and cried out but that was secondary.

Swoosh-!

As I turned my body something passed through the empty space.

It was sword qi.

Swish-!

The sword qi sliced through the air and struck the ground cleaving a rock.

Boom-!

The rock split in half and fell with a thud.

I hastily landed on the ground and spread my senses.

“Ugh!”

I couldn’t pay attention to Woo-hyuk and he fell face-first onto the ground without even rolling.

“… Oh no… I’m going to die…!”

“Draw your sword.”

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I told Woo-hyuk who was groaning and trying to get up.

I meant for him to draw his sword immediately.

“… What sword?”

But he asked back not understanding the situation.

What was this? Woo-hyuk wasn’t usually this oblivious was he?

Rustle.

While he was saying that someone appeared from behind the trees.

It was surely the one who had shot the sword qi over here.

I squinted my eyes to examine the figure.

‘A beggar…?’

The appearance of the person was just that.

His disheveled white hair covered his face. He wore tattered martial arts clothing that looked like rags.

The man walked over here barefoot covered in dust.

Seeing that I had to sharpen my instincts.

Such a person.

‘But the sword is incredibly clean.’

The sword he held was exceptionally well-maintained.

Moreover the aura emanating from his back was also unusual.

Who could he be?

As I observed the identity of the opponent I calmed my insides.

“Yawn.”

The man let out a loud yawn then started to scratch his ear with his hand.

Then he sniffed as he looked at Woo-hyuk who was struggling to get up.

“I was wondering who was running so wildly… what a sight this is after so many years.”

At the man’s words Woo-hyuk coughed awkwardly and smiled sheepishly.

“Haha. I hope you’ve been well.”

“Does this look like I’ve been well?”

“I’m glad to see you seem to be doing fine.”

“Haha this rotten disciple of mine. Your mouth hasn’t changed at all.”

“…”

I had to widen my eyes as I listened to their conversation.

I could tell the identity of the man.

‘Could it be him?’

Since he referred to Woo-hyuk as his disciple there was no need to say more.

That beggar holding the sword was none other than the Wudang Ghost Sword.

But.

‘Why?’

It was hard to understand.

Just from their conversation it seemed like I could grasp enough.

The reason I kept feeling puzzled was none other than this.

‘The aura….’

The aura I felt from the man. That was the problem.

The Wudang Ghost Sword was undoubtedly a master belonging to the Wudang Sect beyond any strange alias or rumor.

As Woo-hyuk’s master it should be even more certain.

‘Why is he so fierce?’

The aura emanating from the Wudang Ghost Sword was too sharp to be called a Taoist.

Moreover it was far too rough to be called a Wudang.

This was the reason I couldn’t confidently call him the Wudang Ghost Sword.

“Hmm.”

At that moment.

The gaze of the Wudang Ghost Sword who had been looking at Woo-hyuk turned towards me.

His bangs covered his face so I couldn’t see his eyes but I could tell he was looking at me.

“I came to see what was causing such a ruckus…. It doesn’t seem like an enemy.”

“He’s my friend.”

Woo-hyuk said cheerfully raising his hand and the Wudang Ghost Sword tilted his head.

“Your disciple.”

“Yes.”

“… Did you have a friend?”

“I made one once. He wasn’t bad.”

Even with Woo-hyuk’s words the Wudang Ghost Sword’s gaze remained fixed on me.

Only then did I relax my body slightly preparing to greet him with clasped hands.

“You brought your first friend… and he’s a monster. What is this guy?”

Saying that the Wudang Ghost Sword lifted his stained hand to his hair.

Only then could I see the face of the Ghost Sword.

‘Hmm?’

At the same time I swallowed my surprise.

Not only was he much more handsome than I expected but his eyes were shining blue.

And his hair was white…?

In the entire Central Plains there could only be one family with such characteristics…?

As I frowned at the Ghost Sword’s appearance

[… Huh?]

Shin Noya also seemed surprised as he reacted to the Ghost Sword.

Why is this old man suddenly acting like this?

‘Noya what’s wrong?’

[No why….]

Noya’s reaction was unusual.

What was it? Was there something going on?

After waiting for a few seconds listening closely.

Noya spoke to me in a voice that seemed incredulous.

[That guy why does he look exactly like Myung?]

‘… Huh?’

At those words I glared at the Wudang Ghost Sword.

The Myung Noya was referring to must surely mean Namgoong Myung the Heavenly Sword of the Brain.