Episode 328
A night with blue moonlight.
Shin Yoo-seong was looking at his palm in a desolate forest where there was no sound of insects and even the movements of small animals were not felt.
‘…It’s hard to believe.’
Shin Yoo-seong realized the identity of the strange sense of incongruity he felt from the moment his body changed. Changing gender means that the body changes. It wasn’t just limited to appearance.
‘Even if the constitution is the same and the total amount of mana is the same, the nature of mana has changed only with the difference in the body.’
It was such a subtle difference that the direction of the river flowing through the mountains changed minutely. I wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for Shin Yoo-seong, who has the power to strengthen concentration. To the point where it’s hard to even notice the blade.
However, Shin Yoo-seong drew an interesting conclusion after following a fine sense like a thread.
‘Until now, it was the established theory that hunters were born with the nature of mana. Even I thought that the nature of mana possessed by mankind would never change, like the unique wavelength emitted by natural objects.’
However, now that I have sensed a change, my thoughts have changed. To use mana as a hunter is to use the fuel inherent in the body as an individual engine.
If so, isn’t it actually the difference in the way each individual operates mana along with the constitution engraved on the body that was believed to be the nature of mana?
If that is true, the concept of fragmentation is easier to understand than before.
Simply classifying individual properties to the extent that mana and body are similar would not be able to completely explain how the rate of assimilation is measured in relation to the strength of fragments.
If the degree of resemblance between the body and mana of the previous owner was all that was measured, there were countless objects that the piece would allow.
However, the way fragments measure assimilation rates is quite tricky.
Even fire-related boss fragments do not all have a high assimilation rate if the hunter being measured uses fire, and not all of them have a high assimilation rate just because the body and mana wavelengths are similar.
If so, wouldn’t it be a finer difference to divide the ‘base’ of a hunter as a characteristic?
‘For example, the difference in the way mana works…’
Hunters do not explain how to implement mana to each other, just as they do not teach others how to breathe. I just do it under the unified sense of drawing out the power inside the body.
‘Maybe it’s normal. If the body is different, the way to exert mana outside is bound to be different.’
Even if you draw the same amount of mana into the palm of your hand, some have short arms and some have long arms. If the other parts are assumed, the variables become innumerable.
Relax.
You can teach them to draw strength slowly from the source where they can feel mana, but they can’t clearly teach you what kind of sensation it is, even the subtle muscle movements.
‘Right now it’s just a theory.’
Shin Yoo-seong, who was speechless, closed his eyes. Now, he wasn’t trying to change into someone else in an instant. No Hunter can change his or her natural constitution, as long as he is human, and cannot change the wavelength of mana.
This was a congenital condition, so it was natural. However, it was possible to change the way power was drawn and the way mana was implemented.
‘If I’m right… The throwing shoes I’m using right now aren’t my throwing shoes.
Of course, since the god of war is a powerful skill created by the strongest hunter, he met Shin Yoo-seong, who has a natural talent, and showed great power.
However, the foundations of the Tushin style used by Shin Yoo-seong were all aligned with Gwonwang Yuwonhak.
The way he loaded his strength, the way he drew mana from the base of his body, and even the breath he exhaled while using his skills were all tailored to Yoo Won-hak’s body, not Shin Yoo-seong.
‘I don’t normally notice the difference… but now I can tell. Master’s fighting spirit can never be realized with this body.’
It was natural.
When I was a man, I didn’t feel the difference, but now Shin Yoo-seong’s body is significantly different from that of Yoo Won-seong.
Even if we acknowledged the limitations of the body and implemented it as similarly as possible, a bigger problem remained.
The changed body is different from the existing throwing god and the way it works to emit mana.
[Mutu is a fight against oneself. You have to make full use of your strength, and a single breath can decide victory or defeat.]
Shin Yuseong recalled his teacher’s teachings. Until now, he thought he had absorbed the teachings of his master exactly, but if he just imitated them, he could never bridge the gap.
‘It’s hard to feel the subtle difference with the original body. …Rather, now is the right time.’
Tung-
Shin Yuseong stepped on the ground and closed his eyes. When I raised my concentration and kept my center of gravity straight, I had the illusion that I was just putting myself on solid ground or supporting a huge piece of land.
I didn’t need to know which one was true. However, if you use the throwing god, the after feeling was good.
[The foundation of all martial arts is to keep oneself centered. It is to firmly support the ground with both legs so that it will not be shaken by any typhoon!]
Shin Yoo-seong supported the ground with two thin legs.
‘It’s about changing Master’s teachings in a way that suits me.’
Following Yu Won-hak’s voice, Shin Yoo-seong awakened his senses. I could feel mana extending from the base of my body and flowing through my legs and arms.
‘I can already feel the difference.’
As usual, the mana raised by Shin Yooseong would have increased its destructive power by passing through the muscles, but the mana had already lost its place.
It was because there was no muscle to apply force, and the mana channel itself was shortened.
‘The changed body cannot fully contain the power as before. If that’s the case, it’s not something that’s stored and released…’
Anger-!
Shin Yuseong drew a semicircle and rotated his arm. Until now, Shin Yoo-seong’s motion was straight. It was necessary to straighten the passage in order to straighten out the increased power.
But now.
Shin Yoo-seong changed his method.
It was intended to use the mana itself as a spring, rather than letting the mana pass through the passage and release the power that was concentrated and stored in the muscles.
‘That’s why it turns.’
To make up for the lack of strength, he condensed the mana contained in the passage by drawing a semicircle as if bending a spring more strongly.
‘Though it passes through the same aisles and radiates through the palms. The way it works and the principle is completely different.’
If the previous method was a javelin thrown straight, this one was like a shot put using rotation.
Saaah- Shin
Yoosung felt the mixed mana flowing intensely through her slender arms.
All she had to do was to open the way for Mana who ran wild in the aisle.
Chuck-
Shin Yuseong simply stretched out his arm in a semicircle.
Toshinryu Bokryong Amseoljang (暴龍巖碎掌)
The rock turned into sand and the tree in front of me was shattered without a shape. The ferocious mana devoured the silent forest with a roar.
‘Destructive power comparable to usual.
Or is it because of the lengthy preparation phase? If you look only at the destructive power, not the practicality, it felt stronger than usual.
Considering that Shin Yoo-seong’s body has weakened now, his destructive power could never be produced in the usual way.
‘but. Can I really call this… Master’s technique?’
Shin Yoo-seong, who was engulfed in a little agony, shook his head with a smile. It was necessary to clarify now about this matter.
This was not the throwing god of the teacher, Yu Won-hak, and it was not the bombryongam crushing ground of King Kwon.
‘This is my throwing god. It’s my blastryong rock crushing ground.’
The current technology is similar in principle, but was created in a new Yoosung way to suit the current body.
‘Why did I forget?’
Shin Yuseong found his worries funny. Yuwonhak has already spoken. Find your own way, not the fighting gods of Kwon Wang Yu Won-hak. Obviously you, my disciple, can do it.
The difference is that Shin Yoo-seong is trying to find a way to suit his own body, not the throwing god type after chapter 6, but the previous throwing god style.
‘Master… you already knew.’
Perhaps the reason Yu Won-hak realized the teachings was close by.
Near Yoo Won-hak, there was someone who stuck to his way as before even though his body changed. He taught his art to his pupil and let him see what was at the end of it.
‘It feels like my head has cleared.’
Shin Yuseong stretched his feet high into the sky with a refreshing smile.
Shin Yoo-seong’s
straight, straight legs were fierce as if they would drop the moon from the sky, but they were flexible and soft like reeds swaying in the wind.
Shin Yuseong
‘s body, shining in the moonlight, disappeared in an instant. What remains in the place is an afterimage that flickers like a mirage.
Taat-
The place where Shin Yuseong carefully landed like fallen leaves in autumn was on the surface of a lake bathed in bright moonlight.
‘Why didn’t I know this difference until now?’
Shin Yuseong radiated mana in a completely different way than before and walked gently and carefully on the water.
‘This sense is not something anyone can teach you. That you have to find it yourself.’
Shin Yooseong clenched both fists.
If the way he has exerted his power so far is straight, the path he is pursuing now is a round semicircle.
When Yuseong Shin
raised his fists upward, the water of the lake roared and soared like a serpent ascending into heaven as a dragon. Yoosung Shin looked at the water droplets beautifully scattering in the air with a smile on his face.
Shin Yoo-seong’s prediction was correct.
If mana was a dye, technology was just a frame. It was only natural for the artist holding the brush to decide which picture to draw.
Why didn’t I realize this obvious fact until now?
Shin Yoo-seong,
the throwing god-style Pacheon Kwon-gyeok, threw a straight line.
Along the tip of the fist, the shore of the lake parted in a straight line. Now Shin Yuseong is not constrained by the shape of a streamline or a straight line. You are free to do as you please.
“…Not a single thing has changed.”
Shin Yooseong looked at his hand. His reflection on the surface of the water was different from before, but as long as he realized this fact, the essence was the same.
“Even if my body changes, I am still me.”
Shin Yoosung smiled and clenched his fists again.
“…and this is my new throwing god.”
Before the war, all preparations were completed.
