Chapter 227
Chapter 227
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 227
Chapter Title: Taiji Yin-Yang Constitution (30)
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"Eh? You're seriously going to duel that guy?"
"White Wolf... you sure about this?"
I told the two sisters about tomorrow's duel, and Hye-mae and Eun-a both looked grave as they fretted over me. Wait, why were they assuming I'd lose? Didn't they trust me? I'm a Heavenly Martial Body, you know. When I assured them confidently that I could win without breaking a sweat, Eun-a averted her eyes and muttered under her breath.
"Namgung Jin... that guy's a Heavenly Martial Body too, Brother."
"W-wait, really?"
"And the Namgung Clan are heavyweights. They've probably stuffed him with every spirit medicine under the sun. His internal energy has gotta be insane."
Fair enough. He was the protagonist, after all—he'd have that kind of absurd spec. I got why Eun-a was worried. But even so, I didn't think I'd lose. One-on-one? Yeah, I could take him.
"White Wolf, and the Namgung Clan are the pinnacle of swordsmanship families. It won't be easy. I've heard their sword techniques are on another level."
"Totally. The clan head's the famous Sword King—that says it all."
"So... can't we just call it off? Sure, you'd win the duel, White Wolf, but what if you get hurt..."
"Haa... that's exactly what I'm saying. What if you get injured over some pointless spar... Hng."
Turns out, the sisters were thinking the exact same thing as me.
What? They were worried because I might get hurt? These sisters were just too adorable. I promised I'd be extra careful and pulled them into a hug. They melted into my arms, their hands tentatively caressing my body.
"A body this gorgeous... even a sword nick would make me cry, Brother."
"Exactly. White Wolf's body doesn't belong to just you."
"And your face too! No, especially the face—be careful!"
"And down here... a man's weak spot, so you know you gotta watch it, right? Sigh, having such a huge cock is a problem too. Hehe."
"Hey, no fair! Sis beat me to it again?"
Duel tomorrow... and it looked like I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight either.
After wrapping up the third internal energy boost and catching a quick breather, I stroked the two of them as I tossed out a casual question. It wasn't like I had any real interest—I was just purely curious.
"Chuu, haa... gulp. Fuu... I've heard the Zhuge family lady's scary smart. True to the Zhuge Clan, she's a whiz at formations and has real talent for strategy and tactics. Probably why she's tagging along."
Hmm, the Zhuge Clan lived up to their name, huh.
Sure, in those Three Kingdoms games, one Zhuge Liang could hold off ten thousand troops. I pictured Zhuge Yeonhwa elegantly wielding her feather fan to deploy formations—it suited her perfectly. Yeah, bringing her along made sense. Way better than hauling a bunch of middling first-rate warriors.
"Yaaawn, chup... slurp, haa... And So-yeon's my friend. She's short, but her skills are top-tier. Even in the Tang Clan, she's famous for handling poison. She can hide her presence like a ghost too, so she'd be great for assassination attempts or defense."
Oh-ho, so she wasn't just a pretty face with an attitude.
From what they said, Tang So-yeon was a prodigy kid too. She'd be a huge help. You never knew what kind of crazy stunt the unorthodox scum might pull. Having a poison and assassination specialist like her around would be reassuring as hell.
"What about the Namgung girl, then?"
"Mm... Namgung Bin's like the moon overshadowed by Namgung Jin's sun? Hehe, publicly Jin's the star, but among those in the know, Bin's famous too. She's got the nickname Little Sword Ghost."
"Hey! Sword Ghost for a girl?"
"Ehh... but you know how obsessed she is with swords, Sis."
Whoa, Little Sword Ghost? Lesson learned—never judge by appearances. She looked so fragile, but turns out she's a sword maniac. Might need to rethink my approach to this duel.
If it wasn't for the NTR play, I'd just spam cheat skills and steamroll. But for Heroine NTR, even with slimmer odds, I had to show off that Moonlit Swordsmanship I'd mastered to perfection.
That's how I'd snag the real heroine's interest.
"Even so, still... Hyauut?!"
"Haaang, Brother... hehe, duel tomorrow—you sure you're okay?"
"Seriously... you're so virile, hehe."
I tweaked my plans while kneading the sisters' asses. More internal energy was always better. To boost my duel odds even a little, I'd push at least to the tenth round of enhancements.
This world existed solely for Namgung Jin.
...or so the rumors went. He was a man bathed in blessings.
Born with the once-in-a-millennium Heavenly Martial Body, trained under the Sword King—the incarnation of the blade itself—and backed by the world's top clan, the Namgung Clan, he shattered the wall to the peak realm before even hitting thirty.
Everyone envied him.
But Namgung Jin himself despaired at his own life. Born with everything—what more was there to gain? Struck by the futility of it all, he lost all drive and quit striving.
"Brother, let's have a sword fight."
Yet something changed his mind: his little sister Namgung Bin's awakening.
"The other kids don't wanna play with me."
She clutched a real sword for their "fight," sword aura wreathing the blade—a feat only possible at the peak realm. No way a nine-year-old should pull that off.
"B-Bin... how'd you do that?"
"Huh? I just... copied you, Brother?"
"...What?!"
Incredibly, Namgung Bin had even greater talent than him. Jin's face lit up. The throne of world's best wasn't guaranteed. For the first time, he had a reason to strive.
But... it wasn't all good. No assurance his sister wouldn't end up like him. Jin worried she'd fall into despair too. To prevent that, he made a vow.
"Brother doesn't wanna play with me either?"
"N-no... yeah! I'll play!"
"Yay! Brother's the best!"
He'd always show strength greater than his sister's, no matter where or when.
"Waaah! I hate Brother! You're scary!"
That was why even childish swordplay saw Jin at full seriousness. With someone stronger right beside her, Bin would never lose her drive—he figured.
"But there's no one else, right?"
"Sniff... hehe, true. You're the only one who plays with me, Brother!"
But there, Namgung Jin took a single step astray.
'Bin needs me. To spare her my pain, I have to help her.'
'To keep her from suffering, I must stay by her side. To stop her straying, I have to guard her. I'm her brother.'
'No one can replace me. Not even our parents. In this world, only I can understand Bin. She needs only me.'
At first, it was simple familial care. But as Bin grew, that mindset shifted. His once-cute sister became lovable in a deeper way. She grew more precious than family. He felt their meeting was fate.
'No one but me can be by Bin's side.'
'I'm Bin's, and Bin's mine.'
By the time Namgung Bin blossomed into a beauty, Jin gazed upon his sister as a woman.
"Brother? You listening?"
"...Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just focusing."
"I'll be waiting."
"Hahaha! You bet. Be right back."
Namgung Jin finished his brief reminiscence of the past, gave his sister's head a light pat, and headed to the training grounds. Namgung Bin watched him go with an expressionless face.