I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 199

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 199

To the Next Level

Under the pouring moonlight.

Jinhyeok and Seira pointed their swords at each other.

“I will lead my master. Master just needs to.”

Seira pointed to her own armor.

“Do your best to land even one hit.”

“Master, I have a question.”

“Mm?”

“If I can’t touch you, does that mean I won’t reach intermediate level?”

“That can’t be. With such conditions, master’s swordsmanship could never reach intermediate level.”

“Oh.”

A statement that would have seemed arrogant if anyone else had said it.

But if the speaker was Seira, it was acknowledgment.

From their first meeting until now.

Throughout countless training sessions, Jinhyeok had never once managed to touch Seira.

“Use only swords today. One blade is fine, two blades are fine too. I’ll control my strength at the same level as during training.”

“Okay.”

He drew and gripped another blade.

Due to the gap in strength, it was impossible to directly block Seira’s sword whether with both hands or one hand.

If he couldn’t block anyway, he’d go all-in on offense.

‘I’ll definitely land one hit.’

Since he had no intention of half-heartedly going through the motions.

He took another deep breath.

“Then let’s begin.”

Silence flowed between the two.

The moment he exhaled the breath he had drawn in.

Rustle.

Seira’s figure disappeared.

The moment he perceived it, a sword swung before his eyes.

Clang!!

He angled his sword diagonally to deflect the attack.

Then twisted his body to aim for Seira’s side.

Seira lightly dodged and moved into her next motion.

Normally he would have retreated.

Seira’s merciless consecutive attacks pouring out at close range.

Facing this head-on was a burdensome task.

But today was different.

He didn’t retreat and faced her directly.

It wasn’t because it wasn’t burdensome or anything like that.

Seira’s sword was still breathtakingly fast and precise.

It wasn’t because he had lost his sense of fear either.

His mind was calm and his head was clear.

He was sufficiently rational.

However.

Claaang!!!

After exchanging two or three moves, he realized.

That right now, it was possible to match the tempo.

The two unique traits carved against Renia, Dokkaebi Killing Fist and Fighting Spirit.

These two powers weren’t just manifested in martial combat alone.

Powers that dwelled in his body even unintentionally, involved in every movement.

It was thanks to this.

His reaction speed had become incomparably faster than before.

He could grasp the path of swords faster than before.

At the same time, he could thrust, swing, and shoot much faster than before.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew every time the swords clashed.

Before those sparks could disappear, new sparks were born.

A festival of sparks coloring the surroundings like fireworks.

The two didn’t take their eyes off each other.

Eyes moving as fast as the ceaselessly clashing swords.

They read each other’s movements through motion detection.

The opponent read the movements derived from those results once again.

A meticulous battle of wits, reading and being read.

Naturally, Seira held the advantage.

Though she was controlling her strength, from her inherent abilities to experience, there wasn’t a single aspect that wasn’t overwhelming.

But why was it?

Clatter!!

She couldn’t quite reach him.

Was she holding back her strength worried that master might get hurt?

No.

Except for the predetermined control, she was doing her best.

Master had Karakl’s ring.

Even if two or three sword strikes landed, he wouldn’t be cut.

The reason she still couldn’t reach him was simple.

Compared to the previous training, all movements had improved ridiculously.

Elasticity and reaction speed, streamlined movements – all of them without needing to pick just one.

And these began to harmonize together, creating synergy.

Not to mention swordsmanship, but especially the synergy with the bizarre and irregular combat methods learned from Dark was tremendous.

Even though she was reading as much as possible with motion detection, attacks came from unexpected directions.

Defense and evasion movements were the same.

In turns where he should have naturally defended with his sword, he twisted his body and launched attacks instead.

The number of cases to consider increased exponentially.

The increased numbers made her think more, the increased thinking slowed her judgment, and the slowed judgment brought buffer to her movements.

Clang! Crash! Clatter!

As the exchanges continued, the sensation that had been hazy in her mind gradually became clearer.

And at some point.

Seira found herself unconsciously repeating that sensation.

Ah, troublesome.

At that moment.

A sword came from a direction she couldn’t read at all.

Based on her given experience, she made an instant judgment.

I can’t block this.

Crash!!

“Captaaaaaain!!!”

Kancheo let out a scream close to a shriek.

Captain Yoo Jin-hyeok appeared with Seira, one side of his face swollen.

“Ugh.”

Ellia and Camilla frowned.

There were things you could tell just by looking.

That’s definitely going to hurt.

Damn painful too.

“Master’s face looks like a full moon!! It seems bigger than the moon floating in the sky!”

“That much?”

Jinhyeok rubbed his face.

It was quite swollen.

“Ice pack!”

“Thank you, Teacher Momo.”

While diligently rubbing to reduce the heat.

Dark, who had come nearby, raised the corners of his mouth.

“Looks like there’s no master or anything now.”

If it were usual, Seira would have flared up immediately.

Not today.

Seira drooped and hung her head.

“I’m ashamed.”

This might be the first time.

That she agreed instead of beating up Dark.

Her spirit was increasingly crushed, at this rate she’d dig all the way underground.

I quickly reached out and pulled Seira over.

“It happened while you were teaching me swordsmanship. Part of the training process, you could say.”

“No, Master. This is clearly my fault. I should have maintained power control until the end, but I released it.”

Seira let out a deep sigh.

Before starting the sparring match.

She had boldly told her master Yoo Jin-hyeok.

To make his sword reach her at least once.

But when that moment actually arrived, when a completely unexpected situation struck, instinct rather than reason moved.

Survival instinct that emerges in dangerous situations.

That thing released her power control.

And after blocking the attack, she even delivered a beautiful counterattack.

“Hm? But Master has Karakl’s ring, right? Why is it swollen?”

“Because I got hit too hard?”

Karakl’s ring isn’t invincible.

Physical attacks exceeding a certain power level can’t be deflected.

Meaning Seira’s fist was too powerful for the shield to withstand.

When my head spun around, I really thought I was going to die.

I think I might have seen my life flash before my eyes for a moment.

Drooooop…!!

Seira’s shoulders sagged even more.

I patted her comfortingly and smiled.

“What does a swollen face matter? What’s important is that I got what I wanted.”

I turned my eyes to the status window.

The reward for getting beaten was certain.

[Black Knight Order Swordsmanship – Intermediate Lv1]

The promotion complete message that came to mind the moment I went flying.

Even while collapsed, the corners of my mouth had risen.

It was more meaningful because it was a promotion achieved without using a blank card.

It meant my swordsmanship skills had improved that much.

“The aura color changed too? It’s not completely black, but has a dark blue feeling…”

The moment I used aura to show off.

Thud thud!

I heard the sound of something being cut.

A familiar pattern.

“Eh?”

Kancheo is far away.

Which means.

“Momooooooo!!”

When did she approach?

Half of Momo’s hair, who had been by my feet, had turned into a bob cut.

“I have mismatched hair now.”

“Where did Momo’s hair go!!!”

“It’s scattered on the ground. It died.”

“Kuheooo…!”

Momo froze in shock.

Kancheo approached and poked at Momo.

“She’s turned into a waiting stone.”

“Our Odongtongi has become mismatched.”

“Her cheeks are still plump though. Like rice cakes.”

Whether her hair was cut or not, Camilla and Ellia came over and kneaded Momo’s cheeks.

“Sorry Momo! Let’s go to a hair salon first when we get out.”

I earnestly hoped.

Please let there be an excellent hairdresser in Reykjavik.

Someone who can revive that terribly mismatched hair!

I carried the frozen Momo and pressed the exit button.

I’ll have to return to the Tower of Despair a bit later.

I need to fix Momo’s hair and let the swelling go down.

Anyway.

Mission accomplished.

I materialized Momo as we left the hotel.

“Where is this!”

“Outside the hotel. We need to go to a hair salon.”

“Momo is fine with mismatched hair too!”

Earlier she had definitely turned into a waiting stone.

She’s quick to recover from shock.

“It doesn’t seem fine though!”

“Uh, yeah. Let’s hurry and find one.”

For cute Momo’s hair to become mismatched.

I need to fix this quickly.

Suddenly Yoo Su-yeon’s face comes to mind.

The person who loves Momo so much she won’t put her down from her arms.

If I bring Momo back in this state?

There would probably be chaos.

She’d go “Momooooo!!” and severely scold whoever did this to her hair.

Step.

How far had we come following the map app?

“This one’s closed too.”

The third hair salon we visited also had a “closed” sign hanging.

Come to think of it, something’s strange.

Why is the city so empty?

When we arrived, I thought it was because it was early, but that doesn’t seem right.

It’s not just the hair salons that aren’t open.

Every shop that comes into view is closed.

Even the people walking the streets are far too few.

Despite being a city with quite a large airport, it’s this deserted.

It’s definitely strange.

“Is Momo’s hair still lopsided?”

“Let’s go a bit further. Surely one place isn’t closed? If not, I’ll at least even it out for you. There are scissors in the kitchen…?”

It’s the first time I’ve seen this.

Momo making such a blatantly distrustful expression.

“Let’s not do that. We should leave it to a professional’s touch.”

“Right! We should leave it to a professional!”

“That’s right, that’s right.”

While walking along holding Momo’s hand, humming cheerfully.

I made a sharp 180-degree turn.

That black bob cut visible up ahead.

It’s the lunatic I saw in front of the elevator.

“What’s with changing direction without a turn signal!”

I tucked the loudly protesting Momo under my arm.

And just as I was about to go down another path.

“Your face looks terrible. Who hit you?”

A voice comes from a short distance away.

Roche, who seemed to know I was trying to flee, speaks first.

“Oh? Hello. How long have you been there? You’re really cute looking.”

“Hello!”

“Look at those chubby cheeks. But who did this to our little cutie’s hair?”

Momo points at Jinhyeok with her finger without a moment’s hesitation.

“Hmm.”

Jinhyeok swallowed dryly under Roche’s staring gaze.

He felt like a criminal.

So this is how Seira felt earlier.

“There won’t be any hair salons open.”

“Is today some kind of holiday?”

The possibility of terrorism and war.

This was information he could find out in advance thanks to Black Wings.

It didn’t seem like the city’s people had evacuated because of that.

“I just arrived today, so I’m not sure. About this city’s situation.”

Roche, who had gotten up, continued speaking.

“I can tell you about it. And.”

Roche points at Momo.

“I do hair styling, how about it?”

A smile forms at the corners of Roche’s lips.

Jinhyeok narrowed his eyes.

She’s someone he doesn’t want to get entangled with.

But it’s too tempting an offer to refuse.

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