The Gun is 'Eojang' (1)
“...How did this happen?”
Namgung Hanran asked, looking at the rice bags and ingredients delivered by the truck.
Produce directly cultivated by the Gamram family.
It should last at least two or three months.
“Sent as a gift of friendship from Gamram. I ate the ones from your side and the internship mate.”
“Got a friend? Ah, that’s good.”
Hanran sighed in relief, patting her chest.
It was like a mother’s eyes when her son gets a best friend.
I have childhood friends too, Hanran.
“Beom, why are you surprised at something like that. Look, I got it back.”
When I opened the box I handed over, Hanran’s eyes widened.
An object in the shape of a dagger was inside the box.
“The Eojang of the Five Swords Under Heaven, right? It’s a collateral that went to the Damcheong family.”
“I received it from the daughter of that house. It’s the sword my master used.”
As soon as I returned from the Blue Jade Forest to the realm, the team leader kept his promise.
The father of the team leader Ruri’s father readily gave the Eojang.
Hanran hugged me tightly, her expression a mix of smile and tears.
Compared to her delicate body, the strength is no joke.
After hugging for about ten seconds, she let go.
“Amazing! Really, really thanks. I’m happy that Beom worked hard for Namgung more than recovering the Eojang.”
“No. First of all, there’s still one disciple left.”
“We’ll fill the Namgung with two of them soon. What about the answer?”
“Yeah, well...”
Hanran wiped the tears gathered under her eyes while smiling.
I was at a loss for words.
The twelve great clans are centered on bloodlines, so filling them isn’t filling them.
Should I correct that...?
Hanran tried to hand back the object in the shape of a dagger.
“The Eojang, please use it, Beom.”
“It’s fine. I don’t have cursed energy to blow into a sword.”
“Speaking of which, it has changed recently. There’s something you’re hiding, right?”
She leaned in close and whispered.
The bloodlines of the Namgung family are sharp in intuition.
Eek. Was it too noticeable that I defeated the Yongso princess?
“Well, that’s... no.”
“Is that so? I thought you secretly got a girlfriend at the academy. If a precious disciple plays with a woman without a family register, this senior sister would be so sad. Speak honestly.”
What? I thought you were talking about Beomseongiltu.
Relaxed by the pointless joke, I answered with a tired expression.
“Hanran, don’t joke around. Will the stingy professor at Seonggwan Academy date a non-sorcerer?”
Hanran smiled faintly and cheered with a fighting pose.
Why are you happy?
Hanran’s heart is like the sea, hard to understand.
“Enough, I’m going to the academy, will you come together?”
“It’s a pity. I applied for escort practice at night later. I think I’ll go home during the day.”
Hanran put her hand on her cheek and made a sound like “Uum.” as if pondering.
Since her team is always competing for 1st and 2nd at Seonggwan Academy, it must be tough.
“I see. Rest well and go.”
“Take care of your body always without overdoing it.”
With a gentle smile, Hanran saw me off.
She’s really a model of a refined lady.
Thanks to Hanran, I don’t regret choosing Namgung, which has the least status among the twelve great clans.
Even if it was one of the families that fell in the original .
***
The school entrance road to Seonggwan Academy.
Normally, it would be full of students saying “that guy didn’t drop out” or something.
But today, I don’t have time to spare for someone like me.
Students are bustling around the announcement written elegantly with a brush.
“Seven Asterism sorcerers. Can we learn directly from the Seven Asterisms?”
“Scary. They’re selecting the top five outstanding students from the first year.”
“Even if I know I’ll fail 100%, should I apply?”
Seonggwan Academy is buzzing with the special lecture notice announced by AI Hesed.
In the special lecture, the pinnacle of sorcerers, the Seven Asterisms, personally guide the outstanding students.
Creating stars or something.
Manipulating time or something.
Omniscient or something.
Receiving special tutoring from those with jujutsu close to miracles sounds like a great opportunity at first glance.
‘Guys, it’s better to give up. Why suffer for it!’
The Seven Asterism sorcerers are all weirdos, usually with the worst personalities and bad chemistry.
Still, one of my childhood friends and one of the lonely strongest in .
I tried hard as a child to remodel the personalities of Tamrangseong and Eunha to make them better, but...
I got enlightenment two years earlier than the original work and became a Seven Asterism, and according to her own expression, a monster was born that ultra loves me...
It’s not really loving, but more like looking at a beloved plant.
“Looking at my master with a dog-like expression?”
When I turned around, the Yongso princess was standing there smiling brightly as usual with “Ahahaha.”
She split in half in front of others, does she have some kind of PTSD?
“Princess, you look dazzling. I thought you’d be locked up crying and screaming.”
“Sorry, it’s not that much. Yongso is the descendant of the Red Dragon Great Gong who defeated the V-type Nephilim, Tiamat, in the 7-8th round. If we fight again, I would win. No?”
“Huh. Want to try?”
That V-type Nephilim. I cut it in one shot.
It was limited to 1v1, but I got a gift too.
It’s still an useless object, so I’m keeping it for now.
I put my hand on the Changgung Sword at my waist, and the Yongso princess smiled without hesitation.
Since there are many eyes watching, I really don’t want to fight.
However, Yulha tried to recite the incantation of the Nine Dragons’ Roar method.
“Byeokho. Wonbyeonseongryong Ilryonggusang─!”
Piyo ooooo-
A water spirit emerges and splashes water on the master.
Why self-harm?
She’s still smiling casually without any problem, but her legs are slightly trembling.
“What are you doing?”
“...Even if it doesn’t go over the mouth sound. I poured it to cool my head.”
Then she waved her hand saying “Then, then” and turned away with the spirit, but I have rational doubts.
Is it not that she deliberately splashed water to hide the fact that she was jealous?
“Poroe, I found your master. I’m soaking wet!”
“Kyiiiiing!”
“To make real dragon soup, you need a dragon. You must recruit the Yongso princess into Team Manhanjeonseok!!”
“Kiki, ki-ing!??”
“Yes, mistress. Going with Plan K.”
I didn’t try to stop the familiar trio of shadows following the princess.
Just before entering the classroom, the tablet starts vibrating with a ding.
Object Illustration B class is canceled due to the professor's personal circumstances.
I was wandering around the campus with nothing to do.
...It’s been annoying since earlier.
A girl with a bit of childishness remaining from being a middle school student is wandering around Seonggwan Academy.
Her hair is pink blonde.
The scarf and the sleeves of the oversized clothes make her stand out.
In this jujutsu world where no one helps, it’s harsh.
“What’s wrong?”
When I approached and asked, the girl looked at me with a slightly open mouth, dazed expression.
“Oppa, you’re a pretty good person.”
“Thanks. If it’s a request, apply through the Jujutsu Bureau ARS.”
I said with a bitter smile.
Practical training that Seonggwan students do leisurely for credits, but for poor non-sorcerers, it’s almost the only way to solve problems.
Probably that.
However, the girl shook her head with half-closed eyes, opening her mouth “Oh.”
“No, that’s not it. I want to ask you something.”
The girl took out a memo from her pocket.
It says she’s looking for a student with certain characteristics.
Namgung disciple. 1st year. Non-sorcerer.
There’s only one in the entire school.
Kim Beom.
That’s me...
***
The name inspector hangs the Eojang on the shelf, and Hanran’s expression is melting as she mutters “Impressive...”
“Really too cool. Me, I just want to confess. Ah, no. No way! It’s a big deal with a future on the line, so from a girl’s perspective, it’s proper to wait for the man’s words.”
The head of the twelve great clans, who strictly prohibits intermarriage with non-sorcerers by law.
Moreover, as a senior sister, although she hasn’t revealed it, the feeling of secretly loving a disciple for a long time is sincere.
“Still, it’s a forbidden love─is that good too?”
As the fantasy circuit spins-.
Her face turns bright red, and her eyes spin like a fish following a certain path according to the seasons.
At that moment.
Kugugugung.
With a loud noise, the wall of the dojang breaks, and Hanran, who had cooled down, immediately pulls out the automatic pistol stuck in her leg holster.
There are two attackers.
A woman with creepy long hair dragging down to her legs.
And a man already wearing thick padding covering his face and body.
“...Three, right?”
She asks calmly, and the long-haired woman chuckles.
“The young lady of Namgung can’t count properly? There are two.”
“Yeah. Definitely three.”
When Hanran asserts it, the surrounding background flickers, and a chameleon sorcerer in an aloha shirt appears.
“Correct~~! The heteromorphic type jujutsu ‘Color Change Stone (Chameleon Color)’ can assimilate with the surrounding environment!!”
“Hey, chameleon. You have to hide until the end. What if I reveal it?”
“Kyaa.”
When the two colleagues put pressure on her, the chameleon man hits his head and says “Eku.”
Hanging Ghost. Chameleon Man. Skin Walker.
They look tough, but all are rogue sorcerers with aliases on wanted posters.
“Huuu-. Are the strays here for business in our Namgung?”
“Avenging the death of a colleague and publicizing fame by hunting the great clan.”
“Is that so. It’s meaningless and illogical.”
Smiling broadly, pointing the gun at her, Mo Hae-yeon the long-haired woman smiles triumphantly.
The hair moves like a living animal and surrounds the three like a wall.
At the same time, Hanran fires.
“I knew it. You’re a gunner? My hair’s strong don bullets bounced off!?”
A bang sound is heard, but the bullet is not visible.
Instead, a bunch of Mo Hae-yeon’s hair is cut off.
“Hey, noona, are you okay chameleon~?”
“Kyaa!!!”
“Damn it. It’s not a gunshot─it’s a slash?”
It looks like it was cut by a knife, not hit by a bullet.
“Manbyeongssangwang treats guns as swords. In short, anything a sword can do with a gun can be done. It’s the king of all weapons.”
Namgung Hanran quietly looks at the end of the gun.
“Wait. I’m upset. Do you all want to die? Here, now.”