The Lightning I Harbor Is Too Strong - Chapter 67

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Episode 67
Manmugak’s master, a peerless martial artist, Ki Yeon…….
The words Jung I-sin had repeated over the past few days kept needling at a corner of Eon So-ran’s heart.
For Eon So-ran, who had long endured contemptuous glances in the martial world, such words were impossibly distant and dazzling.
Unless she was a fool, there was no way she couldn’t see that Jung I-sin was plotting something.
What kind of master would attach himself to a junior disciple for seven days and nights to train their energy?
‘I don’t know the details, but…… perhaps he obtained the Ascending Martial Technique?’
Boldly—almost recklessly—Eon So-ran had thought that Jung I-sin might relinquish to her the opportunity the Manmugak master had offered him.
Even as she insisted it was impossible, that such a thing could never happen, she despised herself for the hope she harbored inside.
It was a bond formed because they each wanted something from the other, yet she hadn’t even been able to give him what he asked for.
‘Jung I-sin already carries a Divine Technique within him, and…… he said he would stay by my side until graduation.’
She buried her self-loathing and suppressed her expectations.
And so she stood before the Manmugak master.
“Child of Eon. Will you become my disciple?”
His name was Mumyeong Seon.
The peerless master who had ended the Four Heaven Bloodists.
Eon So-ran couldn’t remember if she had nodded, if she had answered properly, if she had bowed nine times—nothing at all remained in her memory.
Before she knew it, chatting with Jung I-sin as he smiled pleasantly, she had somehow become Mumyeong Seon’s disciple.
Eon So-ran’s life had changed.
Ki Yeon.
It would have been a lie to say she hadn’t hoped for Ki Yeon when she entered Cheonmu Academy.
Cheonmu Academy—a separate world that truly existed, Ki Yeon itself.
But this…… she had never imagined even in her dreams.
“……Ki Yeon.”
Jung I-sin.
He had asked if their sparring hadn’t been a Ki Yeon.
Eon So-ran had joked that she wanted him to stay with her until graduation, but even then she had already regarded her connection with Jung I-sin as the greatest Ki Yeon of all.
Now…… there was nothing more to say.
“You’ve arrived?”
“Yes, you were here first.”
Jung I-sin, who had been sprawled on the veranda of Danno Baek’s Residence as if it were his own home, sat up.
He gazed at her with vacant eyes before descending into the courtyard.
He wandered over with scattered steps, tossing feed to the carp in the pond, admiring the flowers, lingering over the trees.
The journey of barely twenty paces he traversed with such unhurried meandering.
Yet she did not resent it. She could not resent it.
“How is the Tae Heo Gang Gang Gong?”
“My master said he had achieved So Seong. It’s blending well with my existing Internal Energy.”
“That’s wonderful.”
He smiled broadly as he said it.
Did he truly smile because he was happy?
Did this man not understand how precious the position she had yielded truly was?
“We’ll spar once the master returns. I’ll go to Manmugak for a while.”
She didn’t hear Jung I-sin’s words.
“……Thank you.”
Though she had spoken those words dozens, hundreds of times over the past several days, the feeling behind them never diminished.
She couldn’t bear it. She simply couldn’t bear it anymore.
Her body could not contain such gratitude, such happiness.
Her heart thundered as though it might burst, and her senses bloomed open into another dimension entirely.
That sharp awareness fixed itself upon one person alone, and Eon So-ran could no longer contain her emotions.
In truth, she had always been someone whose actions outpaced her thoughts.
“Jung I-sin……!”
Though she knew the dignity she ought to maintain as a martial clan’s daughter, her arms spread wide and she rushed forward without thinking.
Whoosh—
And she cleaved through empty air with tremendous force.
Jung I-sin was already leaping over the estate’s outer gate.
……
Peep—peep—
O-seo, perched on a rock at the pond’s edge, chirped.
Whether it was crying or laughing, there was no way to tell.
“Hey, hurry and follow Jung I-sin. Keep watch so he doesn’t get hurt!”
Beep! Beep—
“Ah, I said back off!”
* * *
Eon So-ran had become Danno Baek’s disciple.
The matter of who would guide her seemed unresolved, but lately Eon So-ran had thrown herself so completely into the Tae Heo Gang Gang Gong that the world around her had ceased to exist.
Even Gong-son Young worried—though since it was positive change, she hesitated to pry.
“…Really won’t tell me anything?”
“I’ve acquired a peerless divine technique.”
“Ugh! Enough! So petty, honestly.”
Eon So-ran had begun skipping lessons entirely to devote herself to training, which meant Gong-son Young increasingly found herself wandering alone.
Aside from Eon So-ran herself, Gong-son Young seemed to consider Jung I-sin the closest person to her, and would ask him for news each time they met.
He found it mildly irritating that she dismissed him with a snort even when he told her the truth, yet her trust in him was welcome enough. After all, she was hardly the type to be sharp-tongued without cause.
So it was that he left Gangmu Hall alongside Gong-son Young.
“Why have the students attending theory lectures dropped off so much?”
“That’s just how theory works.”
Martial study wasn’t something you could force your way to mastery in, so skipping lectures didn’t necessarily harm a student’s path. Or so the theory went.
There were participation grades, of course, but ultimately martial arts were judged by martial ability alone.
If your technique was strong enough, grades took care of themselves.
The problem lay elsewhere.
“There’s been an issue with the practical instruction courses. Apparently the Gwang Geom-gun master was supposed to handle it.”
“I see.”
Jung I-sin had heard as much.
What else explained Bang Si-jeong skipping theory class with tears in her eyes?
He’d been moving through the academy more frantically than Jung I-sin, gathering information about the Gwang Geom-gun.
“It’ll be sorted soon enough. It’s Cheonmu Academy, after all.”
Gong-son Young spoke with easy confidence, nodding. Her expression was quite composed.
“Today’s gossip is finished. Call me sometime if you’re bored. I’ll keep you company.”
“I have plenty of friends.”
“Hmph.”
With a dismissive snort, Gong-son Young drifted away.
His bond with Eon So-ran had grown close beyond need for words. Whatever he did from now on, she would help willingly.
Could his relationship with that sharp woman become the same?
‘Unlikely.’
Gong-son Young showing affection? Difficult to imagine. It would happen sooner with Nam Tae-gang than with her.
Jung I-sin smiled faintly as he entered Manmugak. In the same moment, more than ten gazes fixed upon him.
Not welcome, but unsurprising—Jung I-sin ignored every stare cleanly and made for the Manmugak leader’s office.
Before closing the door, feeling the gazes only intensify, he shook his head and took his seat.
Danno Baek clicked his tongue and spoke.
“If you ask me, you seem like the one drawing attention.”
“I’m the victim here.”
“Victim, my foot. Once Manmugak operations are finished, most people descend Yeok Tower—yet here you are, deliberately coming to my office during the exact hours when students swarm the halls.”
He wasn’t entirely wrong. But he wasn’t entirely right either.
Jung I-sin shook his head, rolling his toes lightly across the floor.
“Then how would I know who dislikes me? I’d have to manufacture reasons for all of them later.”
Crack!
“…Stubborn wretch. When did you even unfold that?”
“From the moment I stepped into Manmugak.”
The web of brain energy that had blanketed the first floor snapped back to Jung I-sin’s toes in an instant.
Quite literally in the blink of an eye.
Danno Baek was speechless.
Such brilliant formation energy had been moving through his own courtyard without his notice. The skill he’d accumulated felt hollow.
‘So that’s why the Tae Heo Gang Gang Gong doesn’t catch his eye.’
Where in the Jianghu could his teacher possibly be?
Judging by Jung I-sin’s bearing, his master’s name could shake the Gangho Murim a hundred times over.
Yet knowing that Jung I-sin—so gentle in every other respect—showed his edge only in this one area, Danno Baek simply clicked his tongue and moved on.
“Tsk! So you’ll head down again today?”
“Yes, if you would permit it.”
“Ask me to teach you martial arts, not to endure this torment again. Sheesh!”
Jung I-sin rose with an awkward smile.
Behind the Landscape Screen, which held the majesty of distant mountains, lay the staircase descending into the depths below Manmugak.
a passage that connected to the outside in the same way.
Two entrances sharing a single exit.
When I asked how that was possible, Je-gal Ki-cheon burst out and shook his head immediately.
“Still, Yeok Tower is invaluable. As long as that madman—that peerless master—doesn’t show up.”
Not training that merely simulated real combat, but genuine warfare itself.
That was why I’d asked Danno Baek, who’d sworn to grant any favor, for access to Yeok Tower.
“……I scattered all the condensed energy I’d accumulated over dozens of passages through there, but one can never be too careful. You must take every precaution.”
“There’s an emergency escape method as well, so please don’t worry too much.”
“I still can’t forget the sight of you coming back like a torn rag.”
Danno Baek let out a long sigh and handed me a sphere.
“You absolutely, absolutely must not suffer a serious injury. If you sustain the same kind of wound again, I will bar you from entering Yeok Tower.”
“I will bear that in mind.”
And so I descended into Yeok Tower, piercing through the Formation Array.
What greeted me was that same peerless master from before.
“Shi—”
Unlike last time, he drew his blade immediately.
Clang!
* * *
A familiar ceiling and a familiar face came into view.
The Medical Hall. The Medical Hall Doctor.
Only then did I remember being carried here on Danno Baek’s back in a panic.
My right arm throbbed, but it seemed I’d been lucky enough not to lose it this time either.
“We meet again.”
“I never imagined we’d see each other again so soon. And with the very same injury, no less.”
“Ha.”
“This is hardly a laughing matter.”
“But isn’t the blade wound shallower than before?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Hmm.”
The Medical Hall Doctor clicked his tongue at the sight of me marveling while lying in the sickbed.
“Your recovery is certainly remarkable. There are those who’ve learned martial techniques that accelerate regeneration—but even they haven’t displayed anything like this level of recuperation.”
He tilted his head repeatedly in puzzlement, then tidied my clothes and made one more appeal.
“The head of Manmugak departed just a short while ago. You may discharge yourself whenever you wish…… but I sincerely hope we don’t meet like this again.”
“Yes, thank you. I will do my best.”
The Medical Hall Doctor withdrew from the room.
I lay there calmly, replaying what had happened in Yeok Tower, and clicked my tongue.
“Damn it.”
Danno Baek had checked dozens of times, but an accident occurred anyway.
I didn’t resent Danno Baek. I’d already accepted that such things could happen.
“Everything that bastard designs ends up like this.”
Though four generations of academy heads had been said to design Yeok Tower, ultimately the problem lay with the Formation Arrays within Cheonmu Academy—and that meant it was all Je-gal Ki-cheon’s fault. A simple fact.
I was simply disappointed that I’d be barred from entering Yeok Tower.
“I could have blocked it.”
His movements differed from last time, and I’d unfortunate let the attack through.
“Next time I’m sure I can really stop him!”
As I mentally replayed the fight with him, a strange silence descended—genuine quiet, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Since I’d been constantly with someone for so long, the absence felt all the more stark.
“……Though I suppose the bustle wasn’t so bad after all.”
The moment I muttered that, a commotion erupted from the room next door.
—Grab it!
—What is that?! What is that thing?!
—Aaahhh! My foot! You stepped on my foot!!
The noise immediately made me long for silence again.
I thought it would be better to rest back at the dormitory.
I rose from the sickbed and began gathering my things when I heard a soft tap-tap sound from the window.
“Huh?”
A flying squirrel with grayish-white fur, its back marked with a lightning pattern.
O-seo was tapping at the window. Holding something grotesque in his paws.
When I looked away, pretending not to notice, he began crying out relentlessly.
Chirp-chirp-chirp!
“……Sigh.”
The moment he opened the window with a breath, O-seo hurled what she’d been clutching straight inside.
Jung I-sin, startled, stumbled backward in panic.
Splash— what hit the floor was a golden frog no larger than a palm.
Its entire body gleamed in deep gold, with dark crimson blotches scattered irregularly across its back—a coloring that looked unmistakably dangerous.
One glance told you that touching it would end badly.
“Where—where did you get this?”
Squeak!
O-seo was in a rush. She darted toward Jung I-sin’s wrist, stripped the Mok Rin away, and tossed it to the floor.
Then she hurled the Mok Rin at the golden frog—whether it was dead or just unconscious, it wasn’t moving.
Snake and frog.
A textbook predator-prey relationship.
At some point, even Jung I-sin found himself watching the scene with interest.
Whoosh—!
The Mok Rin flew through the air, eyes blazing, jaw stretched wide.
The palm-sized golden frog vanished in an instant.
The Mok Rin, now puffed round like a ball, rolled across the floor twice.
Ugh—
With a strange sound, it returned to its usual small size.
Watching it coil around his wrist again, a question arose unboreseen.
“You didn’t actually eat it, did you?”
You stored it somewhere, didn’t you? Tell me that’s it.
Of course, the Mok Rin had already closed its eyes and offered no answer.
O-seo, draped across Jung I-sin’s shoulder, only managed to catch her breath with sharp pants.
“You.”
Squeak—
“You didn’t steal this, right? You just took it from the hills behind the compound, didn’t you? I’ve heard rumors of spirit creatures in the mountains. That’s it, isn’t it?”
Squeak!
O-seo, who had been wilted moments before, suddenly sprang up and smacked his shoulder with her tail.
At that gesture—as if to say *What do you take me for?*—Jung I-sin let out a breath of relief.
“Thank goodness—”
Crack!
The instant Jung I-sin opened his mouth, thick fingers seized the window frame.
What? This is the third floor of the infirmary.
Screech—
“Wait—hold on! Stop moving!”
As he rushed to close the window, the man hanging from the frame let out a frantic yell.
“What? You’re a junior? A first-year’s already in the infirmary? This is ridiculous!”
“Don’t move! You’re shaking things!”
From the sound of it, there wasn’t just one person.
Jung I-sin, hesitating, pushed the window wide open. The man outside sprang lightly and tumbled inside.
A man and woman entered the infirmary, both wearing awkward grins.
“Thanks, junior. We were actually trying to sneak in without being noticed—we didn’t realize the senior was here!”
“Funny, isn’t it? How does a first-year hide their Qi Aura so well?”
These were people with an odd aura about them.
Both wore crimson martial robes—they were third-years.
A clean-featured, cheerful man and a petite, cute woman with delicate features.
The Qi Aura radiating from them was far stronger than anything he’d felt from his classmates.
And yet—something inexplicable, an instinctive sense of dread, washed over him.
‘Getting close to them will exhaust me.’
In the instant he unconsciously stepped back, the man’s finger shot toward Jung I-sin’s shoulder.
“You, you thieving little squirrel! There you are! Give me back my Geum Dok Wa!”
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