Chapter 194
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 194
Chapter Title: Mana Man Kim Katt
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Training had become routine, and grueling workouts had literally become my life. Muscles were packing on. Stamina was improving. Training efficiency was climbing...
But freely wielding mana was still as tough as ever.
Shiiik!
In the guild's backyard, I unleashed the ferocious forms of Execution Swordsmanship with razor-sharp senses and utter seriousness. The Killing Blade, which I'd subjectively perfected to five stars, tore through the air, shredding the world.
Whoosh-whoosh!
The essence of my swordsmanship.
"Dieeeeeeee—!!!!"
I tried channeling mana into my blade. In my inner world, it was effortless. But...
I couldn't do it.
It was just ordinary swordplay without mana—just a plain dance of steel.
Frustrating.
Just like in my inner world, I recalled life-or-death battles. Dryads, beaverzers, kobold guardians, orc warriors. That elusive sensation that seemed within grasp yet slipped away like a desert mirage—close when I reached, distant when I pulled back.
"...Kui-kui."
In the end, infusing mana into the sword failed.
I sheathed it quietly.
Without that frenzied state from real combat, it just didn't work.
Training with the circlet definitely helped. But my skills still fell short. Just one more step. One more step forward, and...
"What the hell is this? Did I ever teach you swordplay like that?"
Karin sighed deeply as she watched my pathetic display.
Today, she was dressed outrageously provocative—way too skimpy for her age, flaunting skin like some desperate show-off.
Things had gotten surprisingly comfortable with Karin.
There'd always been a hint of it, but after loosening up about jerking off, she felt like a chill big sis. That's what "loosening up" meant.
"No. It's a sword style I developed myself. Want to learn it?"
Execution Swordsmanship was a hyper-efficient killing art based on Taekwondo and Execution Fist, blended with Heavenly Demon Divine Art and the sword techniques Karin taught me. What I'd just shown was basically just forms, so her reaction was fair.
"Bullshit."
"So, what's with the outfit today?"
A black leather corset barely hiding her areolas, nipples teasing the edge; skin-tight pants; and her signature long boots. Shoulders and cleavage fully exposed in a dizzying getup. Honestly, the frilly white arm warmers fluttering at the wrists scored high points.
Above all, that waistline and massive ass rivaled Claudy's.
As I eyed her up, Karin cupped her tits, emphasizing their size with a wink.
"Why? Fucking sexy, right? Turning you on? Want me to flash you?"
A thirty-something (looking young) trying to act cute...
Uh.
Kind of working.
"Flash what? Yeah, it's fucking sexy... Planning to seduce some guy?"
"Showing off for you."
"Thanks, but no dice."
"Just say if it's hot or not."
Karin struck some inexplicable pose—meant to be sexy, but to me, it looked like pre-fight prep.
Still, the original model's solid, so the exposed neckline, collarbone, upper tits, and armpits rated high.
Total score: 0.8 Claudys.
"Hmm... You'd draw eyes like that. Maybe ease up on the glare and leave the sword."
"My face is just like that, can't help it. And ditching the sword? Impossible."
That explains the no guys.
Her sharp features alone are intimidating, and with that ominous sword on her hip? No one but a suicidal maniac would approach.
"Anyway. Trying to infuse mana into the blade, but it's not working well. Got any tips?"
"You think it's easy? Freely handling mana? Most can't. Of the new knight recruits every year, what percentage master it?"
"How many?"
"Twenty percent."
Karin raised her sword. Crackle! Sword aura surged along the blade—a sinister purple glow.
"Even this level's a bitch for me. I'm fucking strong, right? If not for the half-breed thing, I'd have ranked up ages ago and snagged a spot in the knights."
"Yeah, guild master's the rare serial killer type."
"Right? Those fuckers are all trash. I could wipe 'em out overnight if I wanted. Anyway, keep grinding. That shit needs personal enlightenment—no shortcuts."
Enlightenment, huh.
That again.
The 'pop' moment?
"Not super helpful, but thanks."
"Fucking asshole."
Back to training. I brushed off Karin's casual sexual harassment like always. "Hey, wanna see tits? Show yours, I'll show mine." "Nah, pass."
After a while, as we wrapped up, Karin mumbled awkwardly.
"Hey... um..."
"Yeah?"
Her face was flushed. About to ask something embarrassing? Fingering her lips, squirming—it looked cute.
"Don't you think my areolas are kinda big?"
Shock bomb.
"Sigh."
"Ever since then, I've been self-conscious..."
Karin lifted her corset slightly to check.
...Cute, I thought.
Pretty color too.
And not even that big.
Perfect size.
"Cute and pretty."
"...Fuck. Hearing it now is embarrassing as hell."
"Answering's embarrassing too."
"...Wanna see?"
"Pass. Don't need to."
"Eunuch?"
"Who the fuck's a eunuch? You've already seen 'em!"
"That's why I want another look."
"No."
"Fucking asshole."
Another solid day of sword lessons from the psycho, workouts with Sheet, then clocked out. Followed by circle activities (shorthand for circlet training—like club fun). Perfect vibe.
Swish.
Koan: What is a macho?
"A macho is the flawless superman."
To me, that's what a macho was. Cloaked in steel muscles, advancing unyieldingly with raw power—no compromises. The righteous superman. My ideal, my goal.
Men live to become machos. Life and death, all experiences and time, ultimately lead to becoming macho.
That's why I'd had the macho point system since way back. Reach 10,000, become macho. Ten years later? Still at 1,000.
Second koan.
Does a macho agonize?
"A macho always agonizes."
Third koan.
Then...
If a macho agonizes, doesn't that mean hesitation, compromise? Can't advance straight in agony. Machos shouldn't agonize. Unshakable conviction means no need to agonize.
Then...
Does a macho's beliefs change with agony?
"...Tough."
I had an honest chat with my inner self. Enlightenment's clue is inside. Believing that, I reaffirmed my values and convictions.
Macho and Buddha.
Maybe the same word. Both two syllables, both with 'ch'. Shakyamuni fasted even rice—total hardcore macho.
Proof complete.
Pop.
Something...
"...Is this enlightenment?"
Something was coming into view.
I raised my sword immediately. "Inner iron bars." I asked alone. Felt like I could grasp it now. Thrust straight—no tricks, no feints, no techniques. Just honest.
Flash.
"What do you want to say?"
I asked the bars. No answer. But a strange sensation began. This its reply? Unclear.
"Emotions I don't know..."
The bars didn't budge.
...Still can't surpass it.
I opened my eyes.
Clady was watching. She touched my face, praising my hard work, stroking my hair. Her usual words. Your effort's so cool. Few have your grit and passion... Nice to hear.
But...
"...What if I'm wrong? Am I a crazy fuck? So frustrating...! Clady! I'm getting impatient! Am I just fucked up?!"
Back from omnipotent inner world to reality, doubts creep in. Enlightenment fades like a morning dream; mana grip slips from my hands.
"I'm total bullshit!"
I always craved Clady's approval.
So I pushed harder, overdid it, crushed foes.
Clady loved that side of me.
But if I fail...
Disappoint her? She might leave...
"Katt. I always say it. You've got warrior talent. You're not wrong. What you do is right—proven by all you've killed. Dead stay dead. Yours too, forever."
Clady, perched atop me, said softly. Her eyes sparkled like starlight... Too good for me.
"Unchanging truth. I believe in your potential. Look—this muscle, mana, piled corpses. All from your effort. Blindly charging stronger foes, yet winning. That's you, Katt."
"...Thanks. For saying that."
Clady rocked her hips expertly.
Wiping my anxiety, squeezing warmly, whispering confidence in my ear.
"Don't stress. No rush. I... believe in you? Normal to hit walls, feel stuck. Hehe, better now?"
"...Yeah."
"Ah, Winia's coming soon? One round and done?"
"Sure."
"Faster pace... Hngh!"
Pouring into her washed away the unease. Mental and spiritual recovery complete. Pumped for tomorrow.
One month soon.
End of rental period.
Must achieve something. I believe in myself. In the me Clady believes in.
Believe in my will and obsession surviving this world.
Renewal or return?
Answer coming soon.
Meant one time, but vibe led to five more, showered together. Winia returned. Asked where; Magic Tower. She chatted about magic world drama, guys eyeing her chest... Nodding and smiling made her beam.
Huh, never been to Isvant Magic Tower.
"Winia, feel it? My 'mana'?"
"Fucking minuscule dick-size."
"—Then how much of my love?"
Hot whisper to hide Clady session. Say it anyway—love Winia too... Already wuxia dude Kim Katt.
"Huh? Why so sudden, darky?"
Winia, puzzled, buried her face in my chest, sniffing.
"Smells like sis."
"Hugged her a bit."
"Cum smell too?"
"Always does."
"...True? Hug me then."
"C'mere!"
Good mood today, more docile. Stroking her nape in embrace, she giggled... But sensing impending chaos. Tits warm, yet anxiety hits sometimes.
Damn it!
Clady just gave me courage!
"Darky. Say you love me quick."
Winia rubbed her face on my neck, pleased.
Hmm, good today.
"...Love you. Fucking love you, Winia."
Sincere affection. Honestly do. Used to be Clady only, but now? Sex marathons daily—no way I don't. Hmm, but Clady more...
Winia's reply?
"Why no fucking sincerity?"
"—Wha?!"
—Vicious grip twisting my side flesh! Mad dog bite pain exploded!
"Aaaagh! Love you! I love youuu! Hurts! Hey! Fucking hurts!!! Stop! Love you! Fucking love youuuuu!!!!"
Finally stopped after thrashing.
Felt like a chunk ripped off.
"Hehe."
Winia laughed delightedly.
Whispered in my ear.
"Love you too, darky♡"
"..."
This unpredictable bitch!
Sentence: Mating press, 3 hours!