“Then your training must have been lacking.
That is all the more reason you should devote yourself to the basics.”
“Uwaaaagh!”
Sa Cheon shouted in frustration.
Because of that, the gazes of the martial arts students training in front also gathered on Sa Cheon.
“How many times do I have to say it for you to understand?!
I am a genius.
I’m saying I’m different from the other guys.
So just try teaching me Martial Arts first.
Then you’ll understand what I mean.”
Thwack!
Blood Thunder rapped Sa Cheon on the head one more time.
“Humility!
Humility!”
“Agh…”
Sa Cheon stroked his aching head.
‘Really, if only I hadn’t lost my Martial Arts… I would have killed a guy like this hundreds of times over.’
In the past, there was no one who dared to rap me on the head like this.
He wanted nothing more than to beat Blood Thunder to a pulp, but since he lacked the ability right now, he had to endure it.
That fact drove Sa Cheon even crazier.
“Even I, who am called one of the Hundred Great Masters, invest several hours a week into basic forms.
Who do you think you are to ignore the basics!
Do you know that even in fights between experts, a duel can be decided by the difference in those basics?”
“Right, let’s stop.
What meaning is there in talking any further?”
Sa Cheon kicked the wooden sword away with his foot, turned around, and left the Martial Arts grounds.
“That!
That bastard!”
Blood Thunder flushed red and pointed his finger at Sa Cheon’s retreating back.
“Huh?!
Is class already over?”
As Sa Cheon came out of the Martial Arts grounds, Dam Ye-rin, who had come to see him, flashed her eyes.
It was because Sa Cheon had left the grounds earlier than expected.
“I’m seriously leaving this place, so just know that.
I can’t learn from that Blood Thunder because it’s too frustrating.”
“Why again?
Did you get scolded for doing poorly this time too?”
“Absolutely not!”
“Pfft!”
Dam Ye-rin laughed at Sa Cheon.
“You said you were a genius, but it was all a bluff.”
“I’m not falling for your provocations anymore.
I can’t stand it any longer either.”
“Really?
But sir Blood Thunder is the greatest Expert in this vicinity.”
Dam Ye-rin said, leaning her face close to Sa Cheon.
At that moment,
Whoosh
A sweet scent spreading from her pure white skin rode the wind and stimulated Sa Cheon’s sense of smell.
Sa Cheon, who had been angry, looked at her wordlessly with a dazed expression.
‘Again, a sweet smell makes my mind hazy.’
Sa Cheon’s gaze headed toward the nape of her milky neck.
Then, her skin, soft as tofu, began to draw Sa Cheon in.
‘Hurry and bite me.’ To Sa Cheon, it felt exactly as if her skin was saying that.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Dam Ye-rin asked, but he gave no answer.
‘Just a little.’
Slowly, his mouth advanced toward the nape of her neck.