Woke up as a Worthless Swordsmanship Genius

Chapter 8

Episode 8

How many times will an average person have the opportunity to hold a sword in their lifetime?

At most, a kitchen knife is the limit.

When asked if I had ever held a sword, my answer was ‘yes’.

I also received basic training.

A move or two to show off your form for the shoot.

Naturally, it was not a true sword that could actually cut someone.

It was my first time holding a sharply forged sword.

gulp.

I swallowed my saliva.

Is it because of the nervousness of holding a real sword for the first time?

at all.

It was my first time feeling like this. A feeling of fullness and excitement, as if I could do anything, enveloped my body.

My heart was pounding and all my nerves were focused on the sword.

It looks like each cell is reacting sensitively.

I took a short breath and closed my eyes.

How should I swing the sword?

In fact, I didn’t know any sword techniques, and even if I tried to swing it right now, I would only be swinging it recklessly.

It was forbidden to swing recklessly and injure yourself.

‘What should I do.’

Think about it for a moment.

I already knew the solution to the point where these concerns were meaningless.

There is a sword technique I know.

There is one sword technique that I know very well in detail.

‘The swordsmanship used by the protagonist.’

Nameless swordsmanship.

I had no choice but to know it because it was often described in the novel ‘The Master of Talent’.

“Youngsik? “Are you okay?”

Selina asked if she was worried about me standing still holding a sword.

Of course, she said this because she thought I wouldn’t be able to swing a sword.

I just got angry for a moment and asked him to do it.

‘Was it too harsh?’

The moment Selina thought that.

I was breathing in and out briefly.

That’s how my own ‘acting’ began.

I am the one who knows the main character better than anyone else in this world.

Perhaps even more so than the protagonist himself.

What would happen if I got to play the main character?

[The ‘Unknown God’ eyes sparkle in anticipation of your performance.]

Ignoring the message window, I lowered my sword.

Huh.

The sword swung cleanly through the air.

Take a half step forward and slightly twist your body.

The sword was already being lifted.

Ugh.

The sword moved freely in my hand, which had never held a sword properly.

The sword cried as if it had finally let go of everything that was frustrating and felt refreshed.

It was a feeling of liberation.

He took another half step forward, leaned down slightly, and thrust his sword forward.

A sharp killing power was contained at the tip of the sword.

I intentionally took a short breath, turned my body halfway, and swung my sword.

The sword moved at high speed and cut into the air.

As I continued each movement, I kept thinking about the main character in my head.

To play the main character thoroughly.

To perfectly imitate the protagonist’s swordsmanship.

I could feel strong emotions being suppressed deep in my heart.

It was squirming in response to my sword.

I couldn’t tell if it was Raymond’s usual feelings or if they were feelings that came from playing the main character.

Looking at it, I had a question.

‘Is there a need to keep suppressing this?’

The conclusion was not difficult to come to.

There is absolutely no need to suppress it.

As if it were natural, I released the suppressed emotions.

Kwasik.

I heard something breaking.

A message comes to mind again.

Who on earth is this nameless god?

After thinking for a moment, I shook my head.

It’s not like I could figure it out just by worrying about it, but there was something more important right now.

He slowly lowered his sword and walked towards Selina.

The acting is over.

“I didn’t know the kingdom’s basic sword techniques, so I swung it arbitrarily.”

He held out his sword to her in a polite manner.

An action to return something.

My arms were shaking for a moment, but I tried not to show it.

Selina’s lips quivered and she took the sword I held out to her.

“Have you ever learned how to use a sword? Raymond Youngsik.”

“Should I say I learned it? Today is the first time I have held a sword with a sharp edge.”

Even though I held a sword while acting, it wasn’t a real sword.

I didn’t learn properly. So I answered it as it is.

Being honest will leave the best possible impression on her.

Selina moaned softly.

How can I show such systematic swordsmanship when I haven’t even learned how to use a sword?

She was confused.

“You... are a lot different than I thought.”

Selina looked at me with eyes filled with complicated feelings.

I knew the rumors about Raymond very well.

I thought I knew what she was talking about.

“You are a little different from what I thought, my lady.”

“Is that because of what you thought?”

“You look better with silver hair... than I thought.”

He smiled slightly and lowered his gaze to his hand.

The tingling had been bothering me since a while ago.

The palm that held the sword was badly chapped.

It was a bit absurd to see that it was about to get blisters.

“under.”

It doesn’t seem like I’ve been swinging the sword for that long, but it happens like this.

It doesn’t show that it’s a flower grown in a greenhouse, so what does it do?

“Your hand...”

“Ah, you can just treat it easily later, so don’t worry too much about it.”

It’s nothing more than a touch.

You don’t get hurt for a day or two. If you make a mistake while acting, many of these injuries will occur.

Since it wasn’t something she needed to see, I tried to take my hand back, but Selina wouldn’t allow it.

She clicked her tongue and turned her head slightly to look at the butler.

“butler.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’d like to ask you to treat Raymond Youngsik.”

“All right. miss.”

The butler answered that way and slightly lowered his head.

***

“I was surprised that he suddenly ran out. “It looks like Raymond had an accident.”

Count Millennium said to Count Warrug, looking at Raymond and Selina who were standing far away.

Count Warrug just gave Raymond a look and did not give any reply.

“Gerard.”

Count Millennium turned his head when he heard Count Warrug’s voice calling him.

Count Warrug narrowed his brows and continued speaking.

“I mean your son.”

“Why Raymond?”

“You know how to use a sword.”

“What do you mean? “Raymond has never held a sword in his life.”

Count Millennium waved his hand as if to tell him not to joke.

But Count Warrug’s face was serious.

“For sure... “It was the skill of someone who had ever held a sword.”

“...”

“That is also the sword of the one who took thousands of lives.”

Count Warrug muttered.

He glanced at his arm.

All the fluff is standing up.

The body naturally reacted to the harsh living.

‘Something big is going to happen on Millennium Street.’

he thought to himself.