I Became a Transcendent-Level Genius Trainer - Chapter 121

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Transcendent Genius Trainer 121

“You figured it out?”

Wei Long asked, bewildered.
The four S-rank Trainers had already failed twice.
Just moments ago, they had prepared again and failed right before Yujun’s eyes.
So what on earth could he have possibly gleaned from that failure?
Despite the doubt flickering in Wei Long’s gaze, Yujun kept his focus solely on the dragon.

He had observed meticulously every training attempt the four Trainers had made.

‘Their caliber is high.’

Their training was excellent, refined work.
Simply watching had taught him a great deal.

‘There are so many variations.’

Training methods aren’t fixed to a single approach.

Each Trainer possesses different abilities—differing not just in tools and artifacts down to the smallest detail, but in intent, methodology, and direction on a larger scale.
Training was an endlessly fertile field of possibility, shifting with what one pursued and what one possessed.

‘Coming here was the right call.’

This place brimmed with things he loved.
So, without realizing it, he smiled.

“Yujun?”

Wei Long called to him again.
He had assumed Yujun wouldn’t attempt the training.
His skill and experience seemed far too lacking to train the dragon.

“I suppose it’s my turn.”

At those words, every eye in the room converged on Yujun.

“……Surely not actually trying?”
“He can’t. This isn’t child’s play.”
“He could actually die.”
“The management bureau should’ve stopped this.”
“Hard to stop the South Korean representative, probably.”

They didn’t believe he was serious about attempting this training.
As they murmured, Yujun approached the dragon.
Hans wanted to applaud Yujun’s boldness—after witnessing the spectacle of their own dragon training fail so thoroughly, here he came anyway.

“I’m curious where all this confidence is coming from, honestly.”

A Trainer sent in name only.
Whether he’d been sent simply because he’d trained Demon Beasts before, or because someone genuinely believed he could succeed—Hans wondered.

“Does Korea have enemies he wants to eliminate?”

Pyotr smirked as he spoke.

“Maybe the plan is to eliminate him here and pass it off as an accident.”

Pyotr’s Team members laughed.
But Yujun ignored their laughter and continued toward the dragon.

“……Well, he’ll learn the hard way.”

Courage was admirable.
After witnessing them fail at training the dragon, he still stepped forward—that took genuine courage, worth acknowledging.

“He’ll learn that courage must be shown at the right time.”

Pyotr, speaking rough Russian, crossed his arms.

With each step Yujun took, the lightning in his eyes intensified.
Crackle—.
Crack-crack-crack-crack—!
As he walked, Yujun organized his thoughts.

“How I should train you, and how I should tame you.”

Then he opened the Iron Cage door.

The dragon fixed its gaze on Yujun.
Everyone’s attention locked on him simultaneously.
Until now, whenever the cage door opened, the dragon immediately rushed at the Trainer.
But this time, it didn’t charge.
Instead, it emerged slowly, flapped its wings, and simply regarded Yujun.

“It’s tired, looks like.”
“Lucky break.”
“Now the real test begins. It’s realized the opponent is weak, so it’ll probably try to kill and flee.”

If that happened, cleanup would be complicated, so all the Trainers and Awakened prepared for contingency.
The moment the dragon took flight, they’d recapture it and lock it back in the cage.
Pyotr in particular wore the expression of someone eager to attempt a third training session.

“Kyaaaarrrrrgh—!”

Yujun watched the roaring dragon and recalled the previous training sessions.

Sarah Jennings’ training.
And Wei Long’s training.
Especially Wei Long’s method of striking pressure points to train—that had been tremendously valuable to Yujun.

‘Control, submission, pain.’

The wrong approach.
Having identified what didn’t work, he could proceed with training accordingly.
Yujun broke safe distance and took another step forward.
The dragon’s maw snapped wide, and it unleashed its Breath in an instant.
Too fast and too close to react.

“……!”

Even the watching Trainers were startled.
They’d never seen a Breath that fast at such close range.
Evasion was impossible.
Sarah Jennings hoped Yujun wouldn’t die, but this was beyond control.
He’d ignored safe distance and gotten too close.
Screeeeeech—!
Yet Yujun’s eyes tracked the Breath perfectly.

‘I anticipated this.’

He’d predicted the dragon would fire its Breath if he disregarded safe distance and closed in.
So he’d already traced the trajectory with his eyes as he advanced.
Tap—.
Yujun twisted his body slightly and evaded the Breath with minimal effort.
The Breath passed beside him and flew toward the Awakened behind him.

“Ugh!”
“Argh!”

They hastily dodged the incoming Breath.

“……Kyalung?”

The dragon cried out, seemingly bewildered that Yujun had evaded.
It had been an unavoidable attack.
Yet……he’d dodged it.

“……!”
“……!”
“……!”
“……!”

The four Trainers watching were equally shocked.
He should have been caught in the Breath wave without question.

“An A-rank…….”
“That’s impossible.”
“Hmm…….”
“Oh…….”

Yet their reactions differed subtly from one another.
Pyotr frowned in shock, and Hans’ eyes widened in astonishment.
Wei Long, meanwhile, smiled softly, while Sarah Jennings—who until now had shown little interest—began to regard Yujun with genuine curiosity.
She’d forgotten he was once the subject of a training request sent to her, but that movement was enough to imprint his presence on her mind.
Yujun hadn’t come here to sightsee.
He’d come to train the dragon.

“……Wow.”
“How……did he dodge that?”
“Did he predict it somehow?”

It was an inescapable blow by any other assessment.
The Awakened watching from behind grew intent.
Anticipation stirred within them.
Yujun twirled his Crystal Staff with a flourish.

Then he smiled and advanced slowly again.
He made no effort to rush.

‘I’m not fighting right now.’

The dragon shook its head, shaking off the Breath, then unfurled its wings and unleashed a gale.
Whoosh—. Whoosh—.
A black tempest descended upon Yujun.
A storm of obsidian blades. Yet Yujun was far too familiar with such attacks.

‘I’ve endured enough of them.’

Years of perseverance.

If he trained, could he awaken?
Training on the VR Machine.
Polishing fundamentals, conjuring phantom opponents day after day to fight.
He’d repeated training until his consciousness faded, as though a powerless robot’s circuit had been severed.
So an attack of this caliber was trivial for him to withstand.

‘Counterattack minimally.’

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom—!

This time, Yujun moved his Crystal Staff and precisely knocked away the blade storm.

Clang—!
Knock it away, take a step.
Clang-clang—!
Knock it away, step again.

As he closed the distance without taking damage, the dragon urgently prepared another Breath.

“The same move won’t work. Your attack patterns can’t be that simple. But don’t worry.”

Yujun smiled gently and took another step forward.

“I’ll teach you from here on.”
“Kyaarruk!”

Screeeech—!
The Breath fired again.
At an even closer range than before.
Crack-crack-crack-crack—!
But Yujun’s staff touched the Breath precisely, twisting its trajectory upward.
He sent it upward since there were people behind him.

“Kyalung!”

Now at a distance where the Crystal Staff could make contact.
The dragon flinched, preparing for an attack, but Yujun made no move to strike.

“……?”

The dragon was bewildered by the unexpected turn.
Sarah Jennings’ brow twitched as she watched from behind.

This was the perfect moment.
To train the dragon, one needed to pour countless attacks until it exhausted itself, then land a decisive blow.
Only then could you bind it and prevent further assault.
But Yujun did not.

“Why? Why did he stop?”

Pyotr muttered blankly, bewildered.

“I came to train you, not to fight.”

He hadn’t come to battle.
The dragon regarded Yujun with large, round eyes.

What?
His expression screamed incomprehension.
It had tried to kill this human.
Yet this human wasn’t attacking back.

Why?

“I didn’t come to fight.”

The dragon couldn’t possibly understand human words.
Pyotr, exasperated, swung his whip and bellowed.

“Fool! You’ll get yourself killed!”

This was a beast.
It would never be tamed.
In the interim, the dragon approached Yujun slowly.

“Kyaarruk!”

And as expected, it attacked.
Something felt off, but suspicion hadn’t fully dissolved.
So it unleashed an assault.

“I told you……!”

But that too fell within Yujun’s anticipation.

‘A wild black dragon with instinct fully intact—being nice to it wouldn’t tame it.’

He’d never harbored such romantic notions.

‘Training seeps in gradually. That’s what it means to train.’

Screeeech—!
But unlike its earlier ferocious strikes, this was a tail attack.
Powerful, certainly, given the dragon’s iron-hard body, but Yujun deflected it without difficulty.
Pyotr’s expression hardened.
Yujun’s movements far exceeded what he’d anticipated.

“Don’t worry. I’ll diagnose you. Trust me with your body.”
“Kyaarruk—!”

Crack—! Boom—!
Yujun’s staff struck the dragon’s tail with precision.

‘On the surface, it looks fine.’

Crack-crack—!
But Yujun didn’t trust his eyes alone.

‘I haven’t yet accumulated enough proficiency to understand this black dragon perfectly.’

So he relied purely on instinct.

Shhhhh—.
Instinct spoke.

‘There’s definitely something wrong, even if I can’t see it. My eyes just can’t catch it.’

Yujun focused intensity into his eyes.

‘Then I’ll make myself see it.’

Everyone has weaknesses.
But they hide them thoroughly.
Especially a Mythical Beast like this.
Since injury determined survival, it became desperate to conceal its wounds.
Screeeech—!
Boom—!
As his Crystal Staff struck the tail, the dragon was about to sweep with its wings as expected.
But it hesitated instead.

“Kyalung?”

That last blow had felt strange.
Something…….

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

At Yujun’s words, the dragon made a small sound.
Screeeech—!
Yujun swung his Crystal Staff.
Once, twice, thrice.
Crack—!
Red lightning burned brighter in Yujun’s eyes.

Crack-crack—!

‘I see something. Something is becoming visible!’

He’d been bounced back once before, so this time he drew upon his full strength to use his Deep Sight.

-Your Mana is being consumed rapidly!

As he pushed Deep Sight to its limits, the tail’s movements became clear.
Whoosh—.
A powerful flow of Mana rebounding outward.
Crack—. Boom—.

“Kyaarruk—!”

Swift and precise.
The already-shocked Trainers displayed their own fascinating reactions to Yujun’s staff technique.

“That’s right, nothing but hitting it in the end!”

So confident on arrival, yet no different after all!
Pyotr scoffed at Yujun.
Hans too seemed slightly disappointed by the apparently unremarkable training.
But Wei Long and Sarah Jennings now understood: Yujun wasn’t attacking and subduing the dragon like they had.

“It’s different.”

Fundamentally unlike the training they themselves had conducted.

“Can he see it? Something we couldn’t?”

Then lightning erupted from Yujun’s eyes.

-Your Deep Sight Proficiency increases!
-Your Precision Stat increases.
-Your Precision Stat increases.

Proficiency rising, Precision Stat climbing, his enhanced perception taking shape.

“Scan.”

The Scan skill that had bounced back before.

-Scanning the Awakened!

It succeeded.

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