Became A Swordsmanship Genius From A Great Family

January 1st was a bright day.

It was the day Baek Woojin turned 21, and the very day he became his successor.

Woowook.

Baek Woojin, who had been practicing all night, caught Auror and opened his eyes.

- Now I'm feeling a bit uninhabited.

Darkness smiled as he saw the blaze of light in Baek Woojin's black eyes. Now, he looked like an uninhabited man enough that he couldn't even call him a kid.

"Strange."

- What do you mean?

“It’s the day I’ve been waiting for so long, but my heart is not racing. It feels like an ordinary day.”

- It is the best state to have such a comfortable mind. It means that you can afford to deal with any situation.

Darkness encouraged Baek Woojin with a calm voice. He knew what kind of life he had and what kind of hard work he had done, so he had no choice but to cheer for this one.

- But I still think it's a bit unreasonable.

"What?"

-1 year commitment. Your father is half stronger than the Red Guard. In three or two years, there is a chance that you will defeat your father. But you can't tell in one year.

“If you hold it long, it’s fine with me. But he's not the kind of person to sit still during that time."

Baek Cheon-hwa is not an idiot. If the time he promised a duel exceeds a year, he is a person who will try to erase the pact or kill himself with any excuses or reasons.

To be honest, even if it was just one year, he was definitely trying to kill himself.

“A year is an ambiguous time that is neither long nor short. It's hard to write a number, or to ignore the contract itself. People will not be interested.”

If it's two years, you can use multiple numbers to make the contract invalid, but it's not one year.

It's engraved in everyone's memory, so it's hard for a father to ignore everything and go about his business.

-Ummm, but still wins... .

Darkness stifled his taste buds as if it were a pity. It is difficult to defeat the 100th Heaven simply by increasing the ability level and increasing the amount of Aurors.

One year was too short a time to raise the level of the group and martial arts itself.

“You can't always fight with perfect odds. And there's still one year left. Anyone who hears it will know that we are fighting today.”

Today is not a fighting day, but a declaration of war. The day you tell your father that your throne will not last forever.

-If you don't, the crazy system will do something with your luck.

“Well, it could be. Let's think good things first."

Baek Woojin woke up with a grin. He showered lightly and got dressed. It was not a battle suit, but a gorgeous white robe with the pattern of a divine sword.

He wore a black cannon over it. White and black harmoniously harmonized, revealing a distinctive presence than wearing a robe alone.

shudder.

Finally, he left the room with a sword that was cancerous around his waist.

“See you, Master!”

In front of Baekwijeon, Baek Woojin was waiting for Baek Woojin. He bowed his head while wearing a black coat like a black war hopo.

“Are you ready?”

"Yes!"

"let's go."

Hearing Baek Woojin's powerful response from the sword squad, he moved his steps towards the commander of Daeyeon.

Behind him, who was leading, Moon Ju-young and a medical swordsman followed with their black coats fluttering.

**

“Hey, these days are coming.”

Prosecutor Ha Cheol-mu, who was the prosecutor of the prosecutor's office, sat in the corner of the dance hall after preparing for the inauguration ceremony of his successor and burst out laughing.

“That’s it. Master Woojin, who asked Master Hojung to live or die, becomes the heir... .”

Park Myung-jin, a colleague sitting next to him, nodded his head and slurped his coffee mix.

“Do you remember before? Did we say that Master Woojin can't do anything here?"

“I don’t remember. It was the last time I drank coffee while watching it.”

The two shook their heads, thinking about the past. Baek Woojin, who had no power, no power, and was even the youngest, overcame everyone and became the heir.

It is also a great achievement that no one can resist. Looking back, it was like a novel.

“Almost done.”

Ha Cheol-mu crumpled up the coffee cup he drank as he watched the people leveling the floor of the dance floor.

There was about an hour left until the start of the event, so it was time for the prosecutors to come one by one.

“Come here.”

Chuckswords, an assault unit of the Shingeom-baek family, and Kim Hyung-woon, the master of swordsmanship, were entering the practice room.

Since then, other armed groups have emerged.

“You are the first master!”

Park Myung-jin pointed to the right. Baek Yeon-hwi, who had a cool impression, was walking along with the prosecutors of the Hyeonseok University who had a good-looking energy.

“You came all the way to that one.”

"You know that. The first one supported the youngest. It’s natural to come.”“After hearing that, everyone went backwards.”

When the news came that Baek Yeon-hwi and Baek Eun-kyung were supporting Baek Woojin, the swordsmanship department, or even the entire hundred family, was overturned.

It was only then that people realized that Baek Woojin was not just a man with power.

“Lady Eun-kyung is also here.”

Baek Eun-kyung and the few remaining swordsmen came to the training ground behind the Hyeongeomdae. Although they were a minority, their momentum was not pushed by any other group.

As they entered other direct lineages and swordsmen, Gyeongwondae and Haenggeombu, Jegeomdae, and Baekyeondan, the gymnasium was full of prosecutors.

“Oh, come!”

Ha Cheol-moo, who was counting the number of soldiers, looked to the right and opened his mouth. The hero of the day was coming in.

gulp.

When he saw Baek Woojin and the medical swordsman approaching with his black coat waving, his dry saliva was swallowed without knowing it.

"different… .”

Even the prosecutors in the dance hall now were unmanned who heard the strong voice wherever they went, but Baek Woojin was different from them.

He unleashes an overwhelming airwave that takes his breath away just by walking. It felt like the entire space was being held in that man's hand.

“Is that the real Baek Woojin… .”

**

Baek Woojin entered the dance hall with an unrivaled spirit.

Armed forces were lined up from side to side like a bird's wing, and the center was empty. That was his seat.

When they took a seat in the center, Baek Yeon-hwi and Baek Eun-kyung, who were standing on either side, blinked their eyes. He nodded slightly and greeted them.

- Eyes are gathering.

‘Of course.’

The eyes around you come in like a tide. There were emotions such as longing and longing in his gaze, and there was a mixture of jealousy, jealousy, and disregard.

‘But it’s different from before.’

Previously, the negative emotions were overwhelming, but now the good emotions were more prevalent.

A feeling of excitement soared because it meant that the efforts made in the past were working.

“I am Kang Chul-min. Now that everyone has come, I will explain the order of the ceremony.”

Kang Chul-min, the head of the police department, stood on the podium and started explaining today's inauguration ceremony.

Baek Woojin was something everyone knew, so he listened in moderation and really thought about what he had to do today.

“The guests will be arriving soon. I hope that everyone will show the greatness of the new sword and white family with a dignified attitude.”

With those words, Cheol-min came down from the podium. After a while, the entering guests began to sit on the luxurious seats on either side.

High-ranking officials, executives of large corporations, government figures, masters of large guilds, and high-ranking talents appeared.

When the seats on the left were filled to some extent, people who would have opened their mouths began to come in.

Gongmyeong Seo, the master of Arcane, a mega-production guild that competes for first and second place in the industry, brought her daughter Seo In-ah and general manager Kim Jang-hoon.

They sat on Baek Woojin's guest seat on the right, not Baek's seat.

Deputy general manager Eugene Ado, who claimed to have taken over a third of the black market's Korean headquarters, also appeared with her direct assistants and headed for Baek Woojin's guest seat.

Hwang Byung-hun, the commander-in-chief of the front and also called the king of spears, also sat in the guest seat on the right with his daughter.

The most famous Summoner's Guild Unitas, Yun Woo-min, and Jeong Geun-ho also sat in the guest seats of Baek Woojin recently.

"Wow… .”

“What, what?”

“Uh, isn’t that more gorgeous over there?”

The warriors of the White House looked around at the people sitting on the right and stuck out their tongues.

Although the faces of the guests of the Shingeom Baek family were gorgeous, they were not comparable to Baek Woojin's personal connections.

Although there were not many people, each one of them had a reputation and ability that was difficult to compare.

"uh? Me, are you?”

enemy price. There is only one name, and there is only one. Everyone turned their heads to the sound of that enemy.

“It’s Jeok Kyung-hoon!”

“There’s also a red soft flower!”

“The two of you are friends with the master. It deserves to come.”

Jeok Yeon-hwa and Jeok Kyung-hoon had a fight with Baek Woojin, so I thought they came because of that relationship.

But all of them stopped breathing for a moment when they saw the man standing behind Jeok Kyung-hoon.

“Hey, Red Widow!”

“Are you Kwon Hwang?”

“Why, why Kwon Hwang!”

“The enemy… .”

People opened their eyes at the title of Emperor Kwon and the three-letter name of the Red Army.

Kwon Hwang Red Jin. An absolute man with the same force and power as Baekcheonhwa was behind Jeok Kyung-hoon.

“Mi, crazy!”

“Why is that man here!”

“Even if it’s a war… .”

Everyone looked at the enemy team approaching with bewildered faces.

“Ugh… .”

Not knowing what his intentions were, the warriors of the White House did not relax and put their hands on the swordsman.

However, Red Widow Jin walked leisurely to the right, Baek Woojin's guest seat.

With his confident smile, he sat down on a chair and waved his hand towards Baek Woojin.

“Huh!”

“Hey, what else is this!”

“The Red Guard is the youngest Bocchan’s guest?”

At that startling situation, the prosecutors and guests of the White House trembled.

"Wow… .”

“Because you’re the master!”

“Crazy. Crazy."

Prosecutors looked at Baek Woojin, who stood indifferently, and sent envy eyes.

“Ugh… Ugh!"

When Kang Chul-min did not know what to do, another protagonist came down to the stage.

jerk.

It was the sound of footsteps that caught everyone's attention here.

coo coo.

Everyone turned their eyes to the stage at its absolute presence and the wave that encompassed the world.

“Is everyone gathered?”

Baek Cheon-hwa, wearing a white long robe, looked around the dance hall and the guest seats with curious eyes.

His gaze, flowing slowly, stopped in front of the declination formation on the right.

The two looked into each other's eyes, smiling at each other.

"Hmm… .”

The eyes that looked like they were about to explode with fire faded away as the Red Guard turned their head first.

Baek Cheon-hwa looked at the Red Guard a little more and then turned his head to Baek Woojin.

Baek Woojin faced Baek Cheon-hwa's gaze with a calm face.

“… Start.”

Baek Cheon-hwa narrowed her eyes and sat in her own seat in the center of her podium.

“Oh, yes!”

Cheol-min gave a hastily reply and ordered to hit the gong to announce the start of the event.

darling darling!

A huge gong sounded, and the inauguration ceremony of the successor of the Shingeombaek family filled with their desires began.

**

After the tedious ceremony, the final ceremony and the most important inaugural ceremony began.

Baek Woojin was looking at Baekcheonhwa with hot eyes. Those eyes were not expressions of will, but false eyes filled with greed.

“The head of the Shingeombaek Family will directly confer the title to the successor! Master Baek Woojin, please go up on the podium!”

Everyone looked at Baek Woojin at Kang Chul-min's cry.

“Whew… .”

Baek Woojin took a breath and lifted his feet. He walked slowly up the stairs on the podium.

- Don't be nervous.

'okay.'

He looked up the stairs and thought of a hundred thousand woes. The things he had done until now, the words he had uttered so far, and the viciousness he had unfolded until now were engraved in his heart.

chin.

Baek Woojin stood at the end of the podium. Baekcheonhwa rose from the throne with the divine sword drawn and approached.

“Why did you call the Red Guards?”

Baek Cheon-hwa opened the curtain, making it inaudible to the others, and then opened her mouth.

“It was for a hundred families.”

“For a hundred families?”

"That's right. I've made some debts at the right price. With that request, I asked him to participate in today’s event.”

“Why?”

“The debt can’t be used for big things anyway. Instead, I wanted to call him here and let him know that the hundred houses are higher than the enemy ones.”

Baek Woojin looked at Baekcheonhwa with his unwavering eyes.

“The fact that the head of the house of the enemy family came as a guest at the inauguration ceremony of the heir of the white family will cause people to praise the white house higher than the red house.”

"Well… .”

Baek Cheon-hwa looked at Baek Woojin and tried to understand the truth. But there was no tremor in his eyes.

“I'm sorry I couldn't tell you in advance. I couldn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure if it would come.”

Baek Cheon-hwa slowly turned his head to look at the enemy team. She looked at him leisurely looking at this place and nodded.

Baek Woojin's words made sense, but no matter what they did, it didn't make any sense, so I decided to pass it on.

“For now, please accept that. In the future, we will make a thorough report.”"all right."

Baek Cheon-hwa opened the curtain and looked at Park Chul-min. Park Chul-min quickly nodded his head and began to read the papers in his hand.

“The successor chosen by the head of Baek Cheon-hwa, Baek Woojin, has the extraordinary talent of becoming a 9th-grade talent at the age of 20, and has used that power for the sake of the world. Starting with the minotaur that came out of the rift... .”

Park Chul-min read the documents containing Baek Woojin's activities for a long time.

“… Recently, he killed demons in Romania, and even saved those who had been brainwashed. Because of that achievement, the head of the Shingeombaek family has decided to dethrone the heir.”

Park Chul-min closed the document and looked up.

“You’ve worked hard so far. As the successor of the Shingeombaek family, I hope that I will continue to use that ability for the sake of Korea and the world.”

Baek Cheon-hwa's voice was clearly heard in the ears of everyone in the auditorium and in the guest seats, even though the auror was not loaded.

- This world? it sucks till the end Ugh!

"thank you."

Baek Woojin fell to his knees and bowed his head, listening to the curse of darkness.

“From now on, you are the heir of this new sword and white family.”

Baek Cheon-hwa said those words and put a badge with the pattern of a divine sword on Baek Woojin's chest.

Baek Woojin kept his head down, motionless until his badge ran over his left chest.

“Wow!”

“A hundred thousand flowers! Hundreds of thousands of flowers!”

“ Baek Woojin! Baek Woojin!”

“Long live the new swordsman!”

As Baek Cheon-hwa gave her a badge and stood up, the swordsmen standing in the dance hall raised their swords and shouted. At the same time, thunderous applause erupted.

"stop."

Baek Cheon-hwa raised her hand and silenced the applause and shouts.

"Congratulations. Now you have what you have been waiting for.”

"thank you."

Baek Woojin knelt down on his knees and bowed his head again.

“From time immemorial, the head of a white family is supposed to grant one wish to his heir. If you have a wish, tell me.”

“Can I enter the Thousand Swords Archives that only the lord can enter with that wish?”

Baek Woojin brought out the story of the Thousand Sword Library without raising his head.

"Of course. Don't grant any wish. It is only when I have performed the duties given to me. Of course, this is a mission you can fulfill.”

Baek Cheon-hwa replied with a cool smile. Her eyes lit up as she expected Baek Woojin's reaction.

- That bastard child! There was no mission story!

‘I thought it would. Because it has become more filthy than before.’

Unlike darkness, Baek Woojin did not panic. He expected that Hundred Thousand Hwa would have a target just as he had a target number.

“Then I will tell you my wish.”

Baek Cheon-hwa frowned at Baek Woojin's unshakable voice. The situation was different from what she had expected.

“One year from now.”

Baek Woojin's serious voice spread throughout the dance hall.

“This land, in this place.”

He got up with a huge will. Baek Cheon-hwa's eyes widened at the sudden change.

“My wish is for my father and I to have a duel for the title of the head of the Shingeombaek family.”

A majestic black light that rose from his eyes pierced the white sky.

“ね!”

Baek Cheon-hwa took a step back involuntarily to Ki-gwang with a strong will.

“… Hey, what are you doing?”

With a low voice, Baek Cheon-hwa's face was distorted like a demon. It was like killing Baek Woojin at any moment.

“I haven’t done it yet.”

Baek Woojin took one step towards Baekcheonhwa. This was the daily report of the prosecutors who died because of his father's greed.

“What no one else could do.”

took the second step. This daily report was one of his own who had been abandoned and died in his previous life.

“I’m going to try to act late.”

took the third step. This daily report was for the future of the new swordsman.

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Hundred thousand-hwa and her eyes met. The heinous death and terrifying air waves that he unleashed weighed on his body.

But it didn't matter.

The karma he had built up on his own became a great class and supported him.

Whoa!

Behind Baek Woojin, a pitch-black dawn as if the god of darkness had descended.

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Baek Woojin took the last step in the center where each other's will and living collide.

“In a year I will bring you down from the throne.”

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