The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 82

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 082
Hwa-jon sat in seiza within the quiet space.
The small house with its modest courtyard was built in the traditional Korean style—barely three rooms across—yet even this felt spacious for someone living alone.
Still, moving to a different home would be wasteful.
With each passing year, he sought smaller dwellings. A spacious residence was a luxury when one had only oneself to shelter.
[Young-young: Perhaps I should bestow upon you a Jade Elixir Pill.]
The Jade Elixir Pill—a precious medicinal treasure passed down through generations within a noble family during his master’s human years.
Should he ask for the formula, his master would undoubtedly claim the necessary ingredients were now unobtainable.
And Hwa-jon understood precisely why his master spoke this way.
“Victory in combat is governed by fortune. How could one achieve enlightenment while clinging to such trivial matters?”
[Young-young: Had I known you possessed such absence of greed, I would have taught you the pressure points before ever instructing you in martial technique and righteousness.]
[Young-young: Had you remained within the family, you would have squandered everything and brought ruin upon the clan.]
His master never ceased scolding him—the only word missing was “fool.” Of course, Hwa-jon understood his master’s heart completely.
Possessing both talent and relentlessly honed skill, yet every time he entered the ranking tournaments that determined hierarchy, he would simply surrender and withdraw.
His master had instructed him that martial contests were the path to cultivating greater mastery and should not be treated carelessly, but Hwa-jon remained unmoved.
“It is because your disciple lacks sufficient enlightenment.”
[Young-young: Enough!]
Young-young could no longer contain his frustration and erupted in anger. Hwa-jon finally burst into laughter.
Born the son of an ordinary tea shop owner, Hwa-jon had suddenly awakened during his high school years.
Unable to properly perceive the glass barrier, he had rushed to an animal hospital cradling a bird he had struck.
The ability to heal life itself was nothing short of sacred.
The handler who appeared suddenly thereafter was someone who had emerged from an unknown noble family to reach the pinnacle of martial prowess.
His name could not be revealed—the very existence of such a being might be endangered should his identity become known.
[Young-young: Have you given serious thought to the proposal to join Hanttae?]
“No matter how much I contemplate it, I cannot determine whether binding myself to a single organization is the correct path. Perhaps this too stems from my insufficient learning.”
Hwa-jon exhaled softly while quietly sipping the green tea before him.
People adorned Hwa-jon with countless titles—sage, immortal—and revered him accordingly.
Yet he knew better than anyone that he was no such being.
Learning has no end, and enlightenment must never cease. Yet at some point, he had stagnated.
‘This too is because I refuse to advance.’
In truth, one who pursues martial mastery and righteousness should naturally hone oneself, but he remained merely a twenty-first-century human who had received such teachings from his handler.
“….”
The matter was simple: he possessed no desire to understand further or progress.
If he could heal not only people but those who suffered, that sufficed. He harbored no interest in rankings that existed merely as formality.
If someone felt achievement simply because he surrendered, was that not enough?
Others strived so desperately, and he would not dishonor their efforts by standing above them through inaction.
“Those within Hanttae all give their utmost. I have heard they train daily to improve themselves.”
[Young-young: The leader of Hanttae seemed to be seeking instruction from you.]
“To be precise, it was not he who sought my instruction, but rather his exclusive healer who made the request.”
Hwa-jon’s gaze shifted to one side.
In the empty room, a single small flowering tree was quietly growing.
‘It’s called a sorrow-bloom, a tree that sprouted from the tears of life forms that withered away from longing.’
When I cleared that Dungeon, I brought out one that was dying before it could fully bloom.
It seemed like it would wither away instantly if no one tended to it with care.
So Hwa-jon was born with a delicate nature and a tender heart. Deliberately bringing out something like that and exposing myself to its fragrance for so long was a risk I was taking.
‘Still, my body shouldn’t be shaken by just one flowering tree.’
Could someone like me even enter Hanttae?
I was someone who cried surrender because I didn’t have the confidence to bare my fangs at anyone.
Though I hadn’t really shown it, it had been quite some time since I last entered a Dungeon.
It was after I witnessed the boss monster shed tears instead of blood before my eyes in its final moments.
I truly wasn’t suited to pursue strength.
“Is there anything someone like me could possibly teach you?”
[Young-young: If you just step forward, the whole world will know your name.]
A grumbling voice echoed.
Hwa-jon laughed softly. As if answering his laughter, a gentle breeze blew through the half-open window.
Silver hair swayed gracefully.
It wasn’t wrong.
If I truly revealed my abilities and rushed forward, I would surpass not just Kim Kyung-hoon but most attack-type Hunters as well.
Since I hadn’t used my power in so long, ranking in the top 50 would be too ambitious, but entering the top 100 wouldn’t be difficult.
I know that would elevate the nation’s prestige and is the path I should walk.
But I didn’t do it.
That alone was reason enough for why I didn’t enter Hanttae or any other Guild….
[Young-young: But you do want to enter, don’t you?]
“….”
Hwa-jon didn’t answer.
Was there truly a Hunter in Korea who didn’t admire Hanttae?
If someone awakened, was there truly anyone who had never once imagined receiving their casting offer?
There might be, but at least Hwa-jon wasn’t one of them.
From the moment I first awakened, I had imagined the scenario of entering Hanttae.
Back then I was younger, and I didn’t know I was such a fragile person.
“Someone who should be working at a pharmacy at best was born with such exceptional talent—that’s what’s wrong.”
“Master.”
At the voice that suddenly came from nearby, Hwa-jon lifted his head.
A middle-aged man with a youthful face who seemed to have barely passed forty was standing with his hands clasped behind his back, clicking his tongue.
It was Young-young, who had manifested in his divine form for the sake of his frustrated disciple.
Surprise and bewilderment flickered across Hwa-jon’s beautiful face. Since I barely used my power, Young-young rarely manifested either.
He sat across from Hwa-jon and drained the remaining tea in one gulp.
“I taught you directly and spoke of knowledge, but isn’t this the 21st century?”
“Yes….”
“There’s no need to be bound by narrow-mindedness or grand causes, and no reason to belittle your own nature. The future of the martial world doesn’t rest on your shoulders, does it?”
“….”
Young-young chuckled and gazed out the window.
His expression was distant, as if beholding something deeply cherished.
“The flower’s true name is Aewhanhcho.”
“Pardon?”
“But I prefer the name Almflower.”
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Hwa-jon’s eyes widened as the notification materialized before him.
It seemed the flowering tree from the Dungeon was a species that had also flourished in his master’s original world.
He had wished to pass everything down to someone with such talent, yet he had chosen otherwise.
Because he understood they were different.
“But that hardly matters. Now then, answer me—do you wish to enter Hanttae?”
As Hwa-jon hesitated, Young-young’s voice grew stern.
“Do you wish to enter!”
“…Yes!”
To any observer, it would have been amusing—the one who always appeared most mature now spoke with a flushed face, as though being scolded.
Young-young gradually faded, as if his purpose had been fully accomplished.
“Your voice is too small. Speak with more conviction!”
The stubborn master, the willful handler, would likely persist until Hwa-jon truly opened his heart and spoke.
He drew a breath and spoke again.
“I wish to accept your invitation to enter Hanttae!”
And the moment Young-young vanished, a resonant voice echoed from beyond the courtyard.
“I’ve been waiting! I promise to serve you with utmost dedication!”

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