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Chapter 26: Able to Learn It All · Oct 22, 2026

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1 Chapter 1: I Wanted to Be a Martial Artist 2026-10-22
2 Chapter 2: Well, Obviously 2026-10-22
3 Chapter 3: Things I Have to Do 2026-10-22
4 Chapter 4: Stay Beside Me 2026-10-22
5 Chapter 5: Of Course 2026-10-22
6 Chapter 6: Scout Offer 2026-10-22
7 Chapter 7: I’ve Never Seen Anything Like This 2026-10-22
8 Chapter 8: Martial-Arts Crew Blue Wolves 2026-10-22
9 Chapter 9: First Secret Operation 2026-10-22
10 Chapter 10: Not Here 2026-10-22
11 Chapter 11: By Any Measure, the Best 2026-10-22
12 Chapter 12: Ghost Steps 2026-10-22
13 Chapter 13: I’m Telling You He’s Possessed by a Ghost? 2026-10-22
14 Chapter 14: Why Aren’t You Coming? 2026-10-22
15 Chapter 15: Who the Hell Made This Thing? 2026-10-22
16 Chapter 16: Come On, We’re Both Pros Here 2026-10-22
17 Chapter 17: Body and Mind Both 2026-10-22
18 Chapter 18: I Do Kind of Want to See That Once 2026-10-22
19 Chapter 19: As for My Future Path 2026-10-22
20 Chapter 20: He Resembles Him 2026-10-22
21 Chapter 21: New Recruit Entry Test 2026-10-22
22 Chapter 22: Who Sent You? 2026-10-22
23 Chapter 23: With Three, the Story Changes 2026-10-22
24 Chapter 24: Who Taught You? 2026-10-22
25 Chapter 25: Only Two People 2026-10-22
26 Chapter 26: Able to Learn It All 2026-10-22
27 Chapter 27: So You’re Kim Muhyuk 2026-10-22
28 Chapter 28: The More I Compare 2026-10-22
29 Chapter 29: Whom 2026-10-22
30 Chapter 30: Icing on the Cake 2026-10-22
31 Chapter 31: Something I Could Only Have Dreamed Of 2026-10-22
32 Chapter 32: There’s Something I Need to Tell You 2026-10-22
33 Chapter 33: Just Walk On By 2026-10-22
34 Chapter 34: From Now On, the Very Top 2026-10-22
35 Chapter 35: If You Don’t Let Go on Your Own 2026-10-22
36 Chapter 36: Since We’re at It Anyway 2026-10-22
37 Chapter 37: The Strongest One Here 2026-10-22
38 Chapter 38: Is He Really Unable to Do It? 2026-10-22
39 Chapter 39: When You Have to Use It, You Use It 2026-10-22
40 Chapter 40: Late-Bloom Prospects with Clear Limits 2026-10-22
41 Chapter 41: Found Him 2026-10-22
42 Chapter 42: You Can’t Handle Me 2026-10-22
43 Chapter 43: Nothing Special, But 2026-10-22
44 Chapter 44: I Don’t Really Like It 2026-10-22
45 Chapter 45: What You Mustn’t Know 2026-10-22
46 Chapter 46: What You’re About to See 2026-10-22
47 Chapter 47: It’s Been a While 2026-10-22
48 Chapter 48: That One Line Just Now 2026-10-22
49 Chapter 49: Something Was Off 2026-10-22
50 Chapter 50: As Long as You Get There 2026-10-22

“Hahahahahahaha—!”

Whatever he found so funny, Sword Demon threw his head back and laughed heartily.

He laughed long enough for tears to gather at the corners of his eyes, then looked at me with his shoulders still shaking.

“You’re saying the only people who could teach you are me and Richard Han? Bold words to say with a straight face. And yet, I can’t quite bring myself to hate it...”

He swallowed the rest, but I could tell he’d taken a liking to me.

“Because it’s the truth.”

There are countless sword masters in Korea, but the only swordsmanship that felt aligned with the direction and grain of my own was Sword Demon Choi Geon’s.

Not wanting to lose this chance, I asked again with everything I had.

“Please teach me the sword. Judge for yourself whether what I said is only arrogant—or whether I’m worth that much.”

“Impossible.”

With a bitter smile at his lips, Sword Demon shook his head and went on.

“It’s been a long time since I put the sword down. So don’t bother trying to persuade me.”

“That’s absurd...”

Only then did I realize there wasn’t a single sword anywhere in the house.

I’d vaguely assumed he’d hidden one somewhere, but he didn’t have a sword at all?

Knowing what the sword meant to a man like him, I simply couldn’t believe it.

But the transparent honesty in his gaze as he stared at me reflected nothing but truth.

“What’s absurd? Are you saying I lied just to deceive you?”

“...That’s not what I meant.”

I couldn’t even imagine what it felt like for someone who had devoted his life to the sword to put it down.

Was it tied to the reason he went into seclusion? Had something shocked him so badly he had to set the sword aside?

“I didn’t expect you to be this shaken. But it’s a fact. Even when I went after that black-path thug Nightfiend Sword, I used a needle instead of a blade for the same reason.”

Maybe the confusion was written plainly on my face, because Sword Demon added an even, calm explanation.

“...I grew sick to death of the sword. I don’t even want to touch it or look at it. So teaching someone? Nonsense. Go back.”

That was a lie.

In a few years, you’ll release the swordsmanship you polished for a lifetime to the world with no conditions. You were that reluctant to let your art vanish.

Knowing that, I believed I could turn his heart.

Even if not right this moment.

I rose slowly and offered a cupped-fist salute.

“Understood. I’ll take my leave for today.”

“...For today?”

I’d never thought I could persuade him easily from the start.

Bringing in the best possible teacher of the sword—

No matter how long it took, I would keep knocking until the door opened.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that. I’ll come every day until you agree.”

“...Even if it’s pointless. Come a hundred times, my answer won’t change.”

“You’re still not telling me not to come, though?”

“Good grief...”

Sword Demon sighed in disbelief as he looked at me, then asked, as if suddenly curious,

“What are you willing to give up for the sword?”

“Sorry?”

I tilted my head at the abrupt question.

Sword Demon stared at me with a lonely look in his eyes.

Regret and remorse lay heavy in that gaze.

“I gave up everything. I offered up my youth, threw away wealth and fame, turned my back on friends, abandoned even my family. I lived with only a single sword to look at.”

“...”

“When I came to my senses, I was alone. And even so, I never reached the realm I sought. Are you prepared to do the same?”

He was asking about my resolve, but his words brought back my previous life.

Because in that life I’d lived a lot like him.

I’d started learning martial arts with the dream of becoming The Strongest in the World, but at some point I lost that purpose and became a vagabond, scrambling to survive day to day.

“I...”

I’d spent most of my time alone, with nothing to lean on but a single blade.

The difference between him and me was that I had been lucky enough to get a second chance.

So at least about my resolve in this life, I could speak plainly.

“I won’t give up anything.”

“What?”

A faint anger creased between his brows.

But my answer wasn’t a joke or bravado.

“I won’t give up family or friends. I don’t care much about wealth or fame, but I won’t throw those away either. Because they’ll be strength to protect my family and friends.”

“Half-baked! You think you can reach a high realm with that kind of mindset?”

“Then I’ll work that much harder. I’ll give it everything I have so I don’t have to give anything up.”

Because I don’t want to be alone anymore.

Because I don’t want to live feeling lonely, isolated, and hollow.

“I’m going to be happy. Together with the people around me.”

“...”

Sword Demon glared at me in silence for a while, then let out a long sigh. His eyes were a little bloodshot.

“You impudent brat. You think I asked to hear that kind of answer? You think you’ll achieve greatness as a swordsman with such a soft attitude?”

The rest was practically a shout, and yet somehow it wasn’t frightening or unpleasant.

If anything, it felt like he was angry at himself, so I smiled gently and said,

“Then please help me. Teach me so I can become The Strongest in the World without giving anything up—so that when I look back on my life later, I won’t regret it.”

“...Get lost.”

I bowed and turned to go.

He had refused me, but I felt strangely relieved, having said everything I’d wanted to say if I ever met him.

“No matter how much you beg, I won’t teach you swordsmanship. But...”

I was descending the stairs when a voice drifted from behind me, as if he were talking to himself.

I turned back slowly.

Sword Demon, his face full of conflict, gazed at me steadily.

“I don’t want to watch you embarrass yourself by clumsily imitating my sword... If you drop by once in a while, I’ll at least check your form.”

In that instant I beamed and bowed to the floor toward him.

“Thank you! Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Master!”

“...Master, my foot. It’s late. Get out.”

With that curt dismissal, Sword Demon spun on his heel and went back inside first.

But when I lifted my head, I saw the faintest smile at the corner of his mouth as he turned away.

*****

The next day.

As soon as school ended, I ran to Sword Demon’s place.

I knocked on the door, anxious he might have changed his mind overnight and vanished again.

“Master. I’m here!”

“...It’s open. Just come in.”

Inside, Sword Demon was dressed the same as yesterday—flight jacket and track pants.

He must have been reading the newspaper; a folded paper lay beside him, and next to that was a back scratcher.

Don’t tell me...

Why did that thin bamboo back scratcher look like a sharp sword to me?

I swallowed hard and shifted my gaze from the back scratcher to him.

“I ran straight over after school in case you were waiting.”

“You’re drinking kimchi soup before anyone’s even offered you rice cakes. And who said I’m your master? I distinctly told you I’m not teaching you swordsmanship.”

“You said you’d check my form. Even that alone will help me enormously going forward, so it’s only right I call you Master.”

“Huh? Your confidence could poke a hole in the sky.”

He clicked his tongue lightly. I held up the spare practice blade I’d brought to replace the one with a hairline crack.

“Should I warm up first?”

“...Do what you want. The rooftop’s empty, so go swing it up there.”

“Got it.”

I went straight up to the roof and started with a light warm-up.

Sword Demon followed up later and sat on a wide wooden platform to watch me.

“...”

From his indifferent expression you’d think he had zero interest in what I was doing.

In the middle of watching me, he’d lift his head to look at the sky, or read the newspaper he’d brought, or swat at gnats with the back scratcher.

That just means there’s nothing to point out.

I didn’t mind and trained as usual.

I focused on what I’d refined and established in my last life, and on the parts I wanted to develop further.

After a while of saying nothing, Sword Demon tossed out a passing remark.

“You’ve formed a rough habit with your grip. Keep using it like that and you’ll wreck your wrist.”

I stopped at once and looked back at him.

“I try to be careful in my own way... Should I change my grip outright?”

“No need to go that far. For the move you just did, release a bit of the tension in your shoulder.”

Whoosh—

“Like this?”

“...”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Maddeningly quick on the uptake,” he muttered under his breath, then opened the paper again.

Smiling at the praise, I swung even more earnestly. Soon another correction came.

“Your stride is large and hasty. Are you picturing an opponent and moving to that?”

“Yes. How did you...”

“Training like it’s a real fight isn’t always good. First focus on the movement itself, then pause for a moment after it’s done and do it again.”

I carved the advice into my mind and swung again.

As I started to feel a little improvement myself, another note reached my ears.

“Anyone can go fast. Being able to do the same movement ten times slower is how you truly make it yours.”

“Yes!”

Each offhand word he dropped was exactly the advice I needed right now.

Just by changing my approach a little in line with his guidance, the routine became several times harder than usual, and my breathing grew quick and short.

“Huff, huff...”

I was cutting through the air relentlessly when my phone alarm went off and I stopped immediately.

Sword Demon, arms folded as he watched me seriously, asked with a puzzled look,

“Why stop all of a sudden?”

“Gotta eat dinner.”

Grinning, I pulled a three-person dinner box out of my bag—the one I’d asked my parents to prepare.

“I brought dinner. Let’s eat together.”

“I’m fine. Eat by yourself.”

I caught his sleeve as he rose from the platform to head back inside.

“My parents made this in the morning for me to share with you, Master... Could you please have some for their sake? They’ll be disappointed if I bring any back.”

“...”

In the end, Sword Demon gave in and sat back down.

We sat facing each other on the platform and ate from the lunch boxes.

The rice was a bit lukewarm, but the seaweed soup in the insulated container still held a gentle warmth.

After eating in silence for a bit, he suddenly asked,

“Did you tell your parents who I am?”

“I didn’t go into detail. I thought you wouldn’t want more people to know you.”

He snorted at my serious answer and shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter if you tell them.”

“Sorry? But you said there are people looking for you...”

“The last time they looked for me was ten years ago. I overreacted and suspected you kids, but truthfully, it’s nothing that matters anymore.”

In the martial world, Sword Demon Choi Geon was a name long forgotten.

He knew that well himself—hence his indifference.

“Then... can I tell the friends who helped me look for you yesterday? They worked hard to help me. I should let them know.”

“Do as you like.”

As we ate together, we talked about this and that—things we hadn’t gotten to the day before.

I did most of the talking; Sword Demon answered briefly or tossed me the occasional question.

“I have a rough sense of your bones and constitution. What about your Five Elements affinity?”

Once a martial-artist license is secured, the real work of cultivating inner-power methods begins, and what you can learn varies wildly with your affinity.

It’s not as decisive as bones or constitution, but for a martial artist, which of the Five Elements you’re suited to is still important.

I hesitated a moment, then decided to be honest.

“I have affinity for all Five Elements.”

“...Say that again.”

I tilted my head, then phrased it clearly to avoid any misunderstanding.

“My constitution allows me to learn martial arts of all Five Elements.”

Sword Demon set his chopsticks down with a soft tap and stared at me in shock.

“You’re... a Five Elements affinity wielder?”

It was a reaction that was clearly more than simple surprise.

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