Absolute Sword Sense novel - Chapter 3
Due to some copyright issues. I changed some word such god= supreme-ruler. /diviné= supreme. And some Chinese words etc, all of this to avoid copyright *.*
A novel by the same Author of nano machin and the same universe:
https://novelrare.com/novel/myst-might-mayhem-novel/novel/
“Blood Sect? What nonsense are you saying?”
“R-right. That’s nonsense.”
“Yah! Shut it and follow me! The Blood Sect was cut off by the Murim Alliance a long time ago!”
This is a known fact to everyone. The Murim Alliance defeated the Blood Sect 20 years ago due to political strife, and the sect lost its leader.
However, thanks to their notoriety, the mention of their name still causes fear in the people of Murim.
“And how do you know the sound outside is from the Blood Sect?”
Of course, I know. It is something I have already experienced once. Saying that it’s not surprising that they think I’m speaking nonsense.
“Kuak!”
“Ugh!”
Song Jwa-baek’s face goes stiff, perhaps not wanting to believe it. The screams from outside are telling them that something terrible is happening.
Kwang!
The doors on the inn’s first floor open, and people in their rooms begin to run out. They, too, seemed to have heard the screams. People are guessing that something is happening and are rushing down.
There is no time for this.
“Asong. Follow me!”
“Yes… yes! Young master!”
He follows me, but the place I am heading to isn’t the inn’s exit. Song Jwa-baek then shouts.
“Yah! Idiot! What will you do going there?”
They won’t believe me even if I explain it, so I go ahead without answering anything.
“Dummy. You will die.”
Song Jwa-baek laughs before he and his younger twin go and follow the rest of the people from the inn. Anyway, in this situation, no one can take care of another. Everyone has to survive on their own.
“Young master. Aren’t we supposed to run that way?”
I shake my head.
“We are late. They are all around the town. How can we run from them?”
The probability of escaping from the Blood Cult’s hands with my damaged dantian and Asong, who has no knowledge of martial arts, is very low. If only I had regressed just half an hour earlier, I might have had a better chance.
“T-then what do we do?”
“We need to hide.”
“Uh? Where can we? There’s only the bathrooms and stables in the backyard.”
I don’t answer as he mumbles.
“Ah… that.”
Unfortunately, his guess is correct. The place we are going to hide in is none other than there. In the backyard, there is a bathroom and a stable, and it is full of an assortment of colorful smells.
“Young master is it-.”
“It isn’t fine, but we need to do this.”
The only way of survival is by hiding from the vicious Blood Cult. I am convinced that there is no other way than to hide.
They are all human and wouldn’t like to touch dirty things.
Kik!
Asong opens the door and looks in with disgust in his eyes. It is like he is seeing hell.
“Y-Young master. The stench of poop down there is tough. Do we have to hide here? What if we stop breathing?”
I look around at his question. The bamboo around us catches my eye. I take an axe and cut one off before handing it to Asong.
“Bite onto one end and breathe through the mouth. You will survive.”
“Uh? But the bamboo is this thick?”
The bamboo is too thick, and Asong must open his mouth widely. I look at him and ask.
“Are we in a position to choose between what we want now? Don’t you know that a poop-filled place is better than hell? Asong. You don’t know how cruel they are. All your limbs will be cut off…”
“Eik!’
Asong is frightened at those words. It is dirty and tough, but this is the only way to survive. Asong enters the bathroom’s pit.
“What is with this shit?”
“I will come inside too, don’t worry, the smell will stop after we clean up.”
“Uh? Young master, have you ever entered poop before?”
Enter?
I almost died of the shit smell I had to endure for an hour. But I don’t have time to answer Asong as I also have to hide.
“Asong. Hold one. That is the only way we can live.’
“Uh? Huk!”
Pak!
I push the man inside.
“Young master!”
Plop!
Once all the shit is sorted, I quickly take a step back.
‘Sorry.’
There is no other way to relive this life apart from this. Don’t be sad and curse me. I am coming too.
“shit.”
What is this? I can’t just step in. My mind is telling me not to.
‘Should I force myself in?’
He wants to go in after Asong, but the pit is too narrow for the two of them. He just wanted to save his helper, and now he’s the one in trouble.
‘What do I do now?’
As I look around, I see the stable.
Heeing!
A horse in the stable is screaming, and I approach it. I guess it is noticing that something is wrong. The guests in the Inn already ran away on horses, and they left one here.
I take down the leash that it is attached to and let the horse go. If there were no horses, then the men of the Blood Sect would have no reason to search the stable. There is also a high pile of hay inside.
‘Enough to bring attention.’
I hope that no one will come here. It’s unlikely with the third-rate and second-rate warriors, but first-rate warriors tend to have amazing hearing abilities. If they realize where I’m hiding, I will die.
I hope it won’t happen. I go into the stable, cover myself with the straw, and touch the dagger wrapped in cloth. I become troubled.
If I’m caught, shouldn’t I put up a fight? However, just like when I touched the dagger before, I feel a scream through my heart. But my life could be at stake now, and it is ridiculous to be afraid of a weapon.
In the end, after much deliberation, I remove the cloth from the dagger.
And the moment I touch the dagger…
-Kiiick!
‘Shit! what the .... is this!’
I force myself to hold on despite the shock.
-Don’t touch me. I hate it.
‘…!?’
I doubt my ears for a second. There is a voice telling me not to touch it…
‘Did that come from the dagger?’
I am shocked and confused, but then I hear it again.
-No! You, you can hear me?
The dagger is really talking! To be precise, its words are ringing in my head and not my ears. Similar to a hallucination?
‘How can this be?’
And then the absurdity continues.
-No way. How can this happen…
The dagger is in shock too.
-A human can hear me?
Okay. I am going crazy. That is what I am feeling.
Is it possible for a dagger that isn’t alive to speak?
-What? Is there a law saying that daggers shouldn’t speak? Oh my supreme-ruler. Then do I need to constantly make clack clack sounds like swords?
I am getting nervous. It feels like I am really losing it. My nervous thinking might mean I can’t do my best now.
-Wow… turning a dagger’s words into hallucinations.
My head is going numb from the situation. Trying to figure out how to deal with this kind of situation for the first time leaves me shocked and perplexed.
It is then that I hear…
Step!
I can hear footsteps. I hold my breath and sigh softly. I can hear the steps, and if I can hear them, then their owners cannot be skilled.
-Yah! Yah! Answer me!
The sound of the dagger keeps resonating in my head. I am nervous. I might either die or go crazy.
‘This is an illusion, hallucination. Go away, just go away.’
-… Go away? Do you think I am a ghost who grants things?
‘Ah!’
Now I know. This is not a hallucination. Then I hear something else.
Whoo!
My mouth feels dry. Unlike the wind, the sound of footsteps is getting closer. The stable is empty, so I thought no one would come to check, but this is unexpected.
‘shit.’
-Your heartbeat is louder, afraid?
‘Shut it!’
I am about to die from the anxiety, but the dagger’s voice distracts me. The sound of footsteps keeps getting closer, and I hold onto the dagger tightly.
If the person tries to touch the hay, I will slit their throat right away.
Step.
The sound of footsteps approaching is right in front of me, and soon I can hear the sound of the haystack being touched.
Pak!
As soon as I get up, I see a man in a mask. The masked man who suddenly sees me jumps back, but it is too late.
Anticipating his movement, I move the dagger to stab his neck.
Whoop!
“Kuak!”
The masked man dies in an instant without a huge scream. It is no exaggeration that this is a surprise attack, something he did when he was a spy. Its success is only possible because the man was only a third-rate warrior.
-Right. On a fictitious day, I thought the young man was just an idiot and only drinks alcohol, but you are pretty good. It has been a while since I tasted blood.
The voice of the dagger continues to comment in my head. I grab the collar of the dead man who is about to fall. This is to reduce the noise as much as possible.
If this guy had come this far, there is a high chance the other people would be inside the inn.
And third-rate warriors move in groups.
‘Ha.’
The plan is in tatters. I didn’t know I would die instead of being kidnapped by the Blood Sect. Since this has happened, I have no choice but to risk my life and try to escape.
Shhh!
I wipe the blood on the dagger on the clothes of the masked man. The dagger is rusty as it hasn’t been maintained for a long time.
‘Of course.’
The blade and the tip looked blunt, so I had to use a lot of force when stabbing. It will be challenging to use this without sharpening it.
-How can someone who knows that neglect me?
The dagger complains to me, but I don’t respond.
‘Tch.’
I see a black-clothed man walking from the inn. He has to be in one team with the man I killed.
I put down the corpse and left the stable while trying to hide my presence. I try to move as much as possible without being noticed.
‘Shit. I made a mistake.’
I should have searched the body and taken another weapon from him, but I was too nervous and didn’t do it. Now I have to use this possessed dagger.
-Again! Again!
‘Shut it!’
It would be better to kill this new one and take his weapon, but I am close to losing focus.
“You. Is there anything there?”
‘No!’
The moment I see the leg near the opening, I kick it as hard as I can, and at that moment, something unexpected happens. The leg that I aimed for slips back.
‘Oh!’
He then kicks my leg in response. A loud cracking sound from the contact makes me groan in pain.
“Kuak!”
“I asked why you were hiding, and you came out instead to prove it.”
A masked man comes into view as he speaks in a relaxed tone
‘This..’
When I see him, I am surprised.
I thought this man would be a low-ranked one like before, but…
‘Brown belt.’
He has a brown color band around his waist, which means he is at a higher level. Unlike the third-rate warriors who can only use techniques, this man can utilize internal qi.
And with a body that has received training in everything, how could he be taken down with a simple surprise attack?
‘What do I do?’
I am confused as he speaks.
“Look at you, you don’t seem to even know about qi, but you are quite confident. You know how to survive.”
None of these compliments are appreciated. Being born a child of a warrior family and not learning their techniques is a disgrace, and because of that, I had to live as a spy.
“I think I can put you in the secondary level.”
‘Secondary?’
The words remind me of the past. In that past life, when I was taken by the Blood Cult, I was ranked similarly.
They judged me to be of the lowest level then.
“I will give you a chance. Kid, you cannot get out of here. If you want to live, surrender now.”
“You aren’t going to kill me.”
“How do you know that?”
“There is no reason to rate me if you wanted to kill me.”
They were planning to kidnap people from the start.
“You are a smart one. If you use your body as well as your brain, then you could be an upper-level product.”
His eyes turn sharp.
Pat!
The man rushes at me as he doesn’t want to talk anymore. There is nothing more to do. If I don’t want to be kidnapped, I have to either die or run.
Pak!
He aims a kick at my head. Unable to get up in time, I jump backward with a bounce.
Pak!
“This suits you.”
He smiles and swings his sword as if he is just playing around. The sarcasm and killing intent dripping from his words and actions are all directed toward me.
‘shit.’
Then a voice echoes in my head.
-Turn your upper body slightly to the left and stab him in the arm.
Without even thinking about it, I turn around and avoid his attack. In this state, I aim the dagger in my right hand toward his exposed arm.
“Uh!”
He tries to avoid it, but the dagger manages to stab him slightly. Since the blade is dull, I couldn’t make a proper stab.
-What are you doing! Get up!
I quickly stand up and take my stance, holding the dagger to stay alert.
“This bastard!”
The masked man is slowly becoming more enraged with me.
-One step left. A wide one.
I spread my left leg wide as told.
Shh!
The masked man barely passes by as I move, avoiding his attack with minimal movement.
“No!”
-Stab the thigh!
In this position, I stab at his thigh and manage to put the right amount of force as the dagger goes in.
Puck!
“Kuak!”
-Push with your body!
And then I head butt him, and the man falls back, losing his balance. After that, I don’t have to do much else. I just used the dagger to cut his throat.
“Kuak!”
The masked man whose throat I slit trembles and dies soon after.
I did what I was told, but I am still in shock at how I had come out on top. Then, in my head comes the triumphant voice of the dagger.
-You owe me your life now.