I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 73

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Episode 73

 

“Ha…haha, if you teach me, I’ll do my best to learn. But you were incredibly handsome when you were young. I suppose after death, one can live in whatever form they desire.”

 

I tried using my specialty of flattery to score even a few points.

 

“Whatever form I desire? This is how I looked when I died.”

 

“What? I’m sure you died of old age after training relentlessly to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.”

 

“What nonsense. I was assassinated at 34. By a trusted comrade and my lord.”

 

“Don’t tell me that lord was…”

 

“Orlando Lyckan. Just thinking about that name makes me sick. Come to think of it, you must be from the same world as me.”

 

The founding ancestor of the Raikane Empire.

 

The fact that he killed Hamus is probably something even the Emperor doesn’t know.

 

‘So true history really is written by the victors.’

 

Nothing could be more cruel than this.

 

“Th…that’s right! Haha! I’ve always respected you.”

 

“Anyone who learns the sword should respect me.”

 

He spoke as if it were obvious, and with his thick black hair and handsome face, he couldn’t be more insufferable.

 

“Please, I would be grateful if you could teach me a thing or two.”

 

“Hmm, at least you have manners. What do you do for a living?”

 

It was like going home for the holidays and being interrogated by grandparents.

 

The key here was to be humble.

 

“I serve as a soldier and live by diligently honing my swordsmanship.”

 

You know what swordsmen really love?

 

Integrity and sincerity.

 

If I could properly appeal to that, it would basically be over.

 

“A soldier, huh. You live a hard life.”

 

“Haha, not at all.”

 

The atmosphere seemed to be flowing quite well.

 

I thought he’d teach me right away, but that was my mistake.

 

“So you’re busy doing the bidding of the Raikane Empire. For the empire built by the bastard who killed me.”

 

“What…?”

 

“I can’t teach you. Just hearing the name Lyckan makes my skin crawl.”

 

Thud.

 

As if going on strike, Hamus lay down right where he was.

 

I was momentarily speechless at the sight.

 

‘What the hell is this guy doing?’

 

I really don’t know what this bastard is up to.

 

‘How much time is left?’

 

I turned my eyes to check the timer that was counting down by the second.

 

[1:50:47]

 

‘Already 10 minutes have passed.’

 

It wasn’t a huge loss, but the problem was that even if more time passed, nothing seemed likely to change.

 

“I’m only working as a soldier now to make ends meet, I don’t really like those Lyckan bastards. Especially the Princess. That bitch. Right?”

 

I even tried insulting the Imperial family, which would have cost me my head in the Empire, but the result was mediocre.

 

“In the end, if you teach me and I get stronger, it’ll benefit the Lyckans. Isn’t that right?”

 

“That…”

 

This logic was so sound that it wasn’t easy to refute.

 

‘This is driving me crazy. I can’t complete my swordsmanship.’

 

Not only were the points precious, but not being able to further develop the swordsmanship I’d learned over the past few months was also quite fatal.

 

“I’m sleeping. People need to get enough sleep. You remember that too.”

 

He gave me that useless advice and actually closed his eyes.

 

“Haah.”

 

A deep sigh rose from my core.

 

I looked to see if there was something like a refund within 30 minutes of cancellation, but naturally, there wasn’t.

 

‘Seriously, isn’t there a customer service center?’

 

I’m being treated unfairly, but does it make sense that there’s nowhere to complain?

 

“I’m sure he said time flows twice as slowly here.”

 

It’s frustrating, but I need to stay calm.

 

What I can gain here right now.

 

Unfortunately, it’s only time.

 

‘Let me just train a bit before leaving. There are facilities here anyway.’

 

Since sitting still would only make me angrier, I grabbed my sword and stood in front of a training dummy.

 

“I can use this, right?”

 

I didn’t really want to ask, but I couldn’t ignore the Korean politeness ingrained in me.

 

“Yeah, sure.”

 

Swoosh swoosh.

 

They say kind words beget kind words, but the guy answered half-heartedly while waving his hand dismissively.

 

‘Ugh, seriously. I should have just bought one hour. My eyes rolled back because of the discount.’

 

As expected, there’s always a reason for these damn discounts.

 

‘I was an idiot for thinking the system had come to its senses for a moment.’

 

I vowed never to trust it again as I stood before the training dummy.

 

‘This is that bastard.’

 

I thought of the dummy’s face as Hamus and swung my sword.

 

Slash!

 

The training dummy was cut along the sword’s path.

 

Since my anger was far from subsiding, I continued to swing my sword again and again.

 

*    *    *

 

‘Hmm, I think I’m going to vomit.’

 

What exactly was this guy swinging his sword in front of me?

 

It was hard to tell if he was doing physical comedy to amuse me or if he was being serious.

 

Slash!

 

The neck portion of the training dummy flew off from Paran’s sword strike.

 

‘Oh my, what a mess. What a complete mess.’

 

It looked fine at first glance, but looking closely, the cut surface wasn’t even.

 

Like that, he might be able to cut training dummies, but if the target’s durability increased even slightly, his sword would get stuck.

 

It was a very important point, but Paran, who had only attended free lectures like rhythm games, couldn’t know this.

 

“Haaah!”

 

“Haah!”

 

Regardless, Paran continued shouting battle cries while knocking down training dummies.

 

Hamus was beginning to feel sorry for him.

 

‘At least his voice is good. It’s pitiful that he has no talent and can’t learn properly. Tsk tsk, but I suppose that’s to be expected from an empire run by those Lyckan bastards.’

 

At some point, Hamus’s evaluation of Paran in his mind was solidifying into that of a pitiful young man who was born in the wrong place and couldn’t get a chance to learn.

 

“Haaaah!”

 

Slash!

 

Paran finished a technique from Hamus Swordsmanship, lowered his sword, and caught his breath.

 

“I’d say this is about 71 points. Not bad.”

 

“Oh my.”

 

At such ridiculous words that made his heart sink, Hamus finally couldn’t hold back his vocal outburst.

 

Paran’s gaze followed immediately.

 

Hamus awkwardly placed his hand on his lower back.

 

“Why does my back ache so much? Oh my.”

 

It was awkward acting, but Paran seemed uninterested and focused on his training again.

 

“Haap! Haaap!”

 

Endless Hamus swordsmanship coming out.

 

Just who did he learn from to end up like that?

 

And that satisfied expression after showing such shitty movements.

 

That’s the most infuriating and pitiful part.

 

‘Should I… teach him a little?’

 

A soldier of the Empire established by the Lycan bastard who killed him.

 

Actually, this was more of an excuse.

 

Too much time had passed to be angry about the distant past.

 

Then why not teach him?

 

The reason is simple.

 

‘It’s bothersome.’

 

Too bothersome.

 

Even if he taught him, it was obvious he wouldn’t understand properly and would just be frustrating.

 

In fact, even when alive, Hamus never had disciples.

 

So all those who claimed to be his disciples were people who gained enlightenment after crossing swords with Hamus – a kind of successor in name only.

 

“Haaap!”

 

While Hamus was pondering, Paran shouted another battle cry and swung his sword.

 

He finished another technique and lowered his sword.

 

Then he quietly muttered.

 

“Hmm, I think I’ve mastered this sufficiently. Should I move on to something else?”

 

“Hey!”

 

At this outrageous nonsense, Hamus finally got up from his spot.

 

*    *    *

 

“Hey!”

 

“Yes…?”

 

Hamus, who said he was going to sleep, suddenly got up and strode over.

 

‘He’s not going to complain about the noise, is he?’

 

If that was the case, I was even prepared to headbutt him without holding back.

 

But what came out of his mouth was a different kind of content.

 

“What do you mean you mastered it? You’re barely at a level where you can’t even crawl. Do you really think that’s mastery?”

 

A voice that sounded somewhat angry.

 

It seems he heard what I just said.

 

‘Ah shit, if you’re not going to teach me, don’t pick fights.’

 

Isn’t this completely unreasonable?

 

And Koreans can’t stand unreasonable people.

 

“Well, I’ve reached a decent level with this much. The system evaluated it that way too.”

 

“What do those things know? You’re not even drawing out 1 percent of the swordsmanship right now. Sigh, this isn’t why I left behind my swordsmanship.”

 

Hamus looked utterly frustrated.

 

It seems he got a bit angry watching me swing my sword.

 

“You said you were sleeping, but you were watching what I was doing?”

 

“Uh…? No, I need some noise to sleep properly. How can I sleep when you keep shouting constantly?”

 

A rather awkward lie.

 

I began to think that if I played this right, I might be able to receive his teachings.

 

“Oh, is that so? Then I’ll train quietly from now on, so please sleep. I’ve mastered Hamus swordsmanship, so I need to learn something else now and I’m quite busy.”

 

“What… what did you say? Didn’t you hear what I just said? You’re not even drawing out 1 percent right now.”

 

“No, the system and the person teaching me already said it was sufficient.”

 

It had been quite a while since I’d seen Lieutenant Alpen who taught me Hamus swordsmanship, but I just made it up.

 

“You’re listening more to such low-level people than to me? Are you crazy?”

 

“I’m not crazy. Look, you don’t teach anything and just give commentary. You’re being a hindrance, so go sleep. I don’t have time right now.”

 

Just like Hamus did earlier, I waved my hands dismissively.

 

‘Ooh, this is thrilling.’

 

The legendary swordsman Hamus, whom anyone with some skill in swordsmanship in the Empire would worship like a god.

 

To insult such a person like this.

 

The problem is people wouldn’t believe it, but it’s enough material for a lifetime of bragging.

 

“Hey… hey hey, I’ll teach you. I said I’ll teach you.”

 

“Yes…?”

 

“I, this me, will teach you. How annoying.”

 

Hamus changed his mind while running his hand through his hair.

 

I couldn’t help but cheer inwardly.

 

‘So this is how it works out.’

 

Indeed, the old saying that opportunities come to those who live earnestly wasn’t wrong.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah, can’t you trust what people say?”

 

“Hmm.”

 

‘Would you trust someone like you?’

 

I wanted to throw that line at him, but since he said he’d teach me, I held back.

 

“Then I’ll gratefully receive your teachings.”

 

“Yeah, you’re really lucky. Be grateful.”

 

That high-nosed self-esteem.

 

What an attitude.

 

“Yes, I did waste quite a bit of time, but I’ll still be grateful.”

 

For reference, there were currently 50 minutes left, meaning I had wasted a whole hour and 10 minutes.

 

“This much time is enough. First, before doing swordsmanship or anything else, you lack fundamentals. Fundamentals.”

 

“Yes…? Fundamentals?”

 

Instead of pointing out wrong parts of my swordsmanship, he suddenly criticized my fundamentals.

 

“That’s right. The most important thing before doing swordsmanship is for the body and sword to become one. You’re not doing that at all.”

 

Hamus was basically treating me like a complete beginner.

 

In his eyes, I probably looked like a newborn baby, so I could understand that.

 

‘I thought I was someone who didn’t neglect fundamentals.’

 

Honestly, I felt a bit wronged, but since I was learning, I nodded.

 

“I see.”

 

“Building fundamentals is your priority. Try cutting that scarecrow once with your sword.”

 

Hamus pointed to the scarecrow in front of him.

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