Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 008
Chapter Title: Master, Is This All?
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Dark Rain Sword: Blanc Shurt.
Signature technique of the Sweep Raid Team leader,
Bizarru, from the second-tier upper-floor raid squad.
'A finishing move named Black Rain? Really.'
Probably originally "Black Rain" in the source material.
But the Tower's translation feature was pulling its weight today as always.
So now that he's the master, she's dropping the formal speech?
Jeong-uk just shrugged it off.
Not like it mattered.
Background explanation special trait: long and boring.
Thus, skipped.
Jeong-uk gave generic affirmations, but he watched the following photos and commentary video with genuine focus.
"Good call adding the video editing function."
Back in Korea, any ol' NewTube video worked for the galleries.
No such luck here.
So he made one himself.
Including the back gallery features, it took a full day of development and tweaks.
'Once I'm done studying, time for today's Tower climb.'
Somehow felt more fulfilling than his butchery days.
Might be 'cause life inside the Tower was so damn harsh.
After looping the video for a good while, Jeong-uk noticed no follow-up replies, so Bizarru smugly crossed her arms.
"Heh heh. Impressed? Not easy, right?"
The ultimate technique from a second-tier raid leader.
No way it was simple.
Required solid training and sharp instincts.
'Even just mimicking the form would take days.'
If progress slowed?
She could casually slide in with,
'Hard to grasp from words alone—mind showing me your form?'
That way, she could peek at Boy Joy's appearance,
lecture him about not dropping personal info since he seemed unguarded.
Before long,
Oh my, how fascinating!
Bizarru would become Boy Joy's trusty master.
A mentor guiding, teaching, and protecting a genius!
"Heh heh... Kuh heh heh heh...!"
Just as Bizarru's dreams swelled to bursting—
A reply in under an hour.
"?"
What the hell, kid?
Bizarru tilted her head and clicked the link.
Then froze.
(Screenshot proving S+ clear on floor 2)
Blanc Shurt, First Form.
Rain Splitter.
A goblin corpse neatly bisected by that form.
"???"
No way.
How?
Impossible.
Did he prep beforehand or something?
B-but this is my signature technique...
Never taught it to anyone... Huh?
"?????"
Exactly two days later.
Jeong-uk had mastered all eight forms of Blanc Shurt.
For the record, with higher proficiency than Bizarru.
That day, Bizarru crawled under the covers and cried.
(Screenshots proving S+ clears on floors 2~4)
Next master, step up.
After confirming Bizarru's breakdown.
The Tower Climbing Gallery flipped at Jeong-uk's new "instructor wanted" post(?).
Not that they grasped the title's meaning.
More duty than purpose.
He'd feel robbed if he died without gallery posting.
First attempt on the floor.
Clear time, hits taken, damage dealt, etc.
Overwhelming top score in comprehensive points.
That was what S+ conquest score meant.
That must've been why.
Bizarru, who'd cried all night, bounced back quick.
Shed tears while gallery browsing, reacted to the bait.
Above all.
While sniffling under covers, she'd barely spotted a nitpick in Jeong-uk's combat traces.
"What the! Why isn't this kid replying?!"
But Jeong-uk didn't bother responding.
Afraid of the critique?
If that didn't make her antsy, she wasn't human.
Bizarru foamed at the mouth and stormed the gallery.
Back gallery, anon post? Nah, she blasted it publicly.
"These idiots saying what?!"
Escaped?
Boy Joy?
Opposite.
If anyone'scaped, it's Bizarru—outmastered in two days flat.
Face beet red, Bizarru hammered keys.
Sweep Raid Team member bunked in the same zone.
Self-proclaimed Bow God Gelrn got thoroughly thrashed.
Rushing back, Bizarru witnessed the disciple reply she'd longed for.
Already hunting new master?
Learned all you could from me?!
'...No way she'd say no! But still!'
Still stuff left to teach.
Scolding for this arrogant genius.
And more teachings.
Forget onlookers.
Bizarru unpacked her ultimate technique.
Blanc Shurt, Third Form.
Iron Shower.
Bait attack by showing back.
Counter faster with roundhouse or backspin blow.
'Then finish the stunned foe.'
The finisher: rapid dagger thrusts.
Hence "Iron Shower."
Jeong-uk's reply came a beat late.
"...Huh?"
Bizarru herself.
And a few experts got his point.
Gallery lurkers—
Other climbers—didn't.
Worked fine so far.
Bizarru's judgment rarely wrong.
But to Jeong-uk, nope.
Cover technique flaws with skill?
Sounds good, means unfinished tho.
"Ugh..."
Bizarru racked her brain desperately.
Headspace Bizarru vs Boy Joy deathmatch.
Same build assumed.
Result obvious.
Original Iron Shower Bizarru dies.
To Jeong-uk's method.
"Ack."
Face burned.
Embarrassment and weird joy.
Why?
Despite him being dozens floors below,
That one compliment swelled her chest.
Bizarru commented entranced.
Fumbled for notepad.
Every line gold.
[!! Boy Joy says I predict well !!]
"Gah!"
Not that!
Scribble out, copy comment verbatim.
Eyes strained copying teachings.
Bizarru mindlessly gaped.
Perfect.
Even rough sim, hard to crack.
Closed eyes, visualized duel.
"Uh heh..."
Vision: outmastered disciple.
Gentle smile, kindly holding her hand, teaching.
Beyond debate—pure fantasy.
Chills too.
Blissful thrill, not unpleasant.
'Mastered n tweaked all in two days?'
That dedicated to training with me?
Liked my tech that much?
Bizarru flushed pink.
Thus shyly asked.
Sideline noise invisible.
Saw only Tower Climbing Gallery.
And disciple there.
Thus next instant, Bizarru's world crumbled.
Huh?
'Won't... use...?'
Why?
My... signature technique.
Put heart into making it.
Big decision to teach?
'W-we even tweaked together?!'
We were good just now.
Teamed up, birthed frogspawn techs?
Not using?
Why?
"Ah."
I see.
Not disciple's style.
My (ultimate art)... that lame huh...
"Waaaaaah─!!"
Bizarru's blanket soaked again today.
Summer heat.
"Ah, such a shame. Style perfect match."
After replying to Bizarru.
I smacked lips holding half-longsword.
Blanc Shurt.
Sword/dagger arts mixed with kicks.
Combat style: pure aggression.
Dodge-or-die rogue vibe.
Spot on taste.
If not for my [Deficiency].
'Damn [Noble Body, Baseborn Role].'
Tainted body.
Only shady techs for me.
Mastered perfectly of course.
Bizarru couldn't deny.
But mere mimicry.
Easy to ape form/tech, no skill register tho.
'Still, no basics here so make this my foundation.'
Pushed Tower easy too.
Why not?
Gallery posting while pushing.
Testing skill combos.
I eyed my conquest partners.
Obviously not party members.
Me myself.
"We ain't! Solo units!"
"Assault—! Legion—!"
Floor 1 conquest skill card.
[Anonymous Clone Art].
My clones from it butchering goblin packs.
Main body specs matched.
I grinned vacantly.
'Why stat buffs apply to clones too?'
[Outsider], sorry.
Together forever.