Chapter 32: The Reincarnated One Completes It

A private training room located in the northern 3rd district of Akalcof.

This place, created for students who were reluctant to train in public areas, was a privilege granted to only a select few at Babel.

Rankers in the top 100 of the martial arts hall, top 30 students in each department, or students recognized through a meeting with the department head.

Since one had to meet at least one of these three conditions to use it, most students never even got to see it before graduating.

[Entry permit confirmed.]

Iseun entered the training room with ease thanks to Yeom Seongha.

Whirr—

The door of the training room opened with a short mechanical sound. The interior, with its ceiling, walls, and floor all made of white tiles with grid patterns, presented a rather bleak scene.

“Can you change the skin? Change it to something.”

“It’s fine as it is.”

“I don’t think so, so change it quickly.”

“Pathetic...”

Yeom Seongha muttered briefly and tapped the panel in the air, setting something. Magic power flowed through the walls, and the scenery changed instantly.

Whirr—

A small house with blue tiles and a surrounding wall. Beyond it, trees swayed in the wind, and the mountain ridges stretched endlessly, creating a refreshing atmosphere with the blue sky.

‘Not bad.’

Iseun, slowly looking around, noticed a sign above the tiled house that read ‘Yeomhwa Gate’ and smiled.

“You said it was pathetic, but you seem to use it often. Do you have homesickness?”

“I only used it occasionally because my master sent it to me.”

“Sure, sure. I get it.”

“You’re not listening to me.”

Iseun, casually ignoring Yeom Seongha’s gaze, gently stroked the wall.

‘The reproduction rate is about 80%... It’s 20 years ahead of the outside world.’

The environment created using magic power. At that time, it was still a developing technology, not very efficient, yet Babel provided it on such a scale to students.

This was a sight only possible at Babel.

‘This level should be useful for refining later.’

Iseun, memorizing this in his mind, turned his gaze to Yeom Seongha, who was looking at him with dissatisfaction.

“What about the weapon I mentioned earlier?”

“...Wait.”

Yeom Seongha tapped the panel again, and a part of the courtyard opened, revealing neatly arranged spears.

Basic weapons provided to students using the training room at Babel. There were various types, from the spear blade to the shaft, and the quality was not bad.

‘Hmm. This should be fine.’

Iseun chose an appropriate spear and approached Yeom Seongha, who was standing still, extending it to him.

“Hold it.”

“...”

Yeom Seongha had a strange expression as he looked at the two spears Iseun extended.

Two short spears, each about 150 cm and 100 cm long. Since they were provided by Babel, there were no major flaws, but the problem was that there were two of them.

“Are these really the weapons I have to use?”

“Yeah. Your arms will hurt, so grab them quickly.”

“Hmm...”

Even a single short spear felt awkward, let alone a pair?

While Yeom Seongha had a hesitant expression, Iseun lightly spun the two spears and pointed them at the ends of the shafts.

“You said it yourself, right? You’d do anything if you could.”

“...That’s right.”

Once a word was spoken, it had to be kept. Yeom Seongha, receiving the two spears, tried different grips and then attempted the basic techniques of the Yeomryeon Janghwa Spear.

Whirr—

The two spears, drawing large and small circles in the air, left trails. As the awkward movements continued, Yeom Seongha’s expression tightened.

‘...Hmm?’

His expression relaxed, and the movements of the spear blades gradually became smoother.

The two short spears meshed perfectly, dominating the surrounding space. Although the range was narrower than the traditional Yeomryeon Janghwa Spear, the density was higher.

‘Now that I use Black Dark Soul, this might be more suitable...’

Although it was still awkward to use both hands individually, he felt that he would become stronger than before once he got used to it.

While Yeom Seongha, surprised by the unexpected situation, looked at the two short spears with a dubious expression, Iseun took out the Jemyeong Black Stone, his affinity stone.

“What’s that?”

“Your training tool. Wait a moment.”

Iseun carefully examined the black and red patterns on the Jemyeong Black Stone and infused a bit of magic power into his fingertips, striking it lightly.

Clang—!

The Jemyeong Black Stone split cleanly into three pieces, much to Yeom Seongha’s slight surprise.

“How did you do that?”

“I just hit it well. Show me the spear blade.”

Yeom Seongha, still looking dubious, extended the spear blade, and Iseun tied two pieces of the Jemyeong Black Stone to it.

From a distance, the two short spears now looked like rods. Iseun, confirming this, stepped back slightly and looked at Yeom Seongha.

“From now on, use Red Flame Soul to create a Yeomryeon with your left hand and release Black Dark Soul with your right hand. Got it?”

“Can I just keep releasing Black Dark Soul?”

“Yeah. Your right hand doesn’t even need to move. Just make sure the release of Black Dark Soul doesn’t stop.”

“Hmm... Got it.”

Following Iseun’s instructions, Yeom Seongha simultaneously released the two types of magic power.

Whoosh!

Whirr—

The Yeomryeon, burning fiercely, and the darkness, spreading heavily in the air. As he continued to release both types of magic power, the number of Yeomryeons increased smoothly.

Bang!

A resonant sound erupted from the tip of the spear in his left hand.

“What’s this...?”

“Proof that you unconsciously released Black Dark Soul from your left hand just now.”

Iseun’s words made Yeom Seongha’s expression tighten. He thought he was only using Red Flame Soul, but Black Dark Soul had mixed in.

This meant he couldn’t control his own magic power properly.

“Having multiple elemental magic powers naturally leads to them mixing. But in your case, it’s chaotic enough to hinder each other.”

“Hmm...”

“Probably because you’ve been suppressing Black Dark Soul. Once you get used to handling both magic powers simultaneously, you’ll be able to create six Yeomryeons quickly.”

Yeom Seongha, thinking deeply after Iseun’s explanation, asked.

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to train to create a mixed Yeomryeon...?”

“Let’s call it a Black Flame Yeomryeon.”

“...Right. Wouldn’t it be better to train to create a Black Flame Yeomryeon?”

“It would have some effect, but the training efficiency would be poor.”

Once the basics are mastered, creating a Black Flame Yeomryeon would come naturally, so there’s no need to go through a difficult method.

Yeom Seongha, thinking deeply after Iseun’s explanation, nodded.

“Got it. I’ll trust you this time.”

“Good. Then wear this and train.”

Iseun attached the prayer beads he was wearing on his limbs, and Yeom Seongha’s expression twitched as he muttered.

“You have good stuff.”

“Work hard if you want to get them.”

“Don’t worry. It’s important to me too.”

Yeom Seongha, answering seriously, moved the spear again, drawing Yeomryeons and scattering darkness.

Bang! Bang!

It seemed to be going well, but the resonant sound would occasionally erupt.

Due to the prayer beads absorbing magic power, he couldn’t last as long as before, but Yeom Seongha continued to practice without blinking.

Each time the resonant sound erupted, the time he could endure gradually increased, and the awkward movements of the short spears gradually improved.

‘Is it because this is a training method I conceived for my future self? I’m adapting quickly.’

Yeom Seongha, growing stronger as if he had seen the answer to a test with the solution written out, made Iseun smile wryly.

‘I couldn’t do it no matter how hard I tried...’

Kwanggyeon, sighing deeply and complaining that he couldn’t do it, came to mind as Iseun recalled his pre-reincarnation memories.

‘Let’s see how good your past self was.’

Iseun, sitting in a corner of the courtyard, calmly observed Yeom Seongha’s movements.

From the shift of the center of gravity to the movement of muscles, the breathing pattern, and the magic power waves emitted from the spear tip.

“...”

Yeom Seongha’s body slightly paused under the dissecting gaze but quickly resumed training as if nothing had happened.

As 1 hour, 2 hours, and 3 hours passed,

“Huff... Huff...”

Yeom Seongha, his magic power drained and his breath heavy, slowly turned his head.

“What are you... staring at...?”

Iseun, noticing Yeom Seongha’s annoyed gaze, continued to observe his tired breathing and movements.

“What? I’m just collecting data.”

“Data?”

“Data needed to make the weapon you’ll use.”

“...”

Yeom Seongha, surprised by the unexpected answer, stared with wide eyes. Iseun smiled.

“I’m making it for this assignment, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“...Who would expect anything from a weapon made by a first-year?”

Yeom Seongha, answering curtly, replenished his drained magic power with a magic bead and continued training.

Whirr—

The wind recreated by the training room swept past the two of them, and the trees swayed gently.

Yeom Seongha, silently moving the spear in the courtyard, created Yeomryeons and scattered darkness.

Bang! Bang!

It seemed to be going well, but the resonant sound would occasionally erupt.

Due to the prayer beads absorbing magic power, he couldn’t last as long as before, but Yeom Seongha continued to practice without blinking.

Each time the resonant sound erupted, the time he could endure gradually increased, and the awkward movements of the short spears gradually improved.

‘Is it because this is a training method I conceived for my future self? I’m adapting quickly.’

Yeom Seongha, growing stronger as if he had seen the answer to a test with the solution written out, made Iseun smile wryly.

‘I couldn’t do it no matter how hard I tried...’

Kwanggyeon, sighing deeply and complaining that he couldn’t do it, came to mind as Iseun recalled his pre-reincarnation memories.

‘Let’s see how good your past self was.’

Iseun, sitting in a corner of the courtyard, calmly observed Yeom Seongha’s movements.

From the shift of the center of gravity to the movement of muscles, the breathing pattern, and the magic power waves emitted from the spear tip.

“...”

Yeom Seongha’s body slightly paused under the dissecting gaze but quickly resumed training as if nothing had happened.

As 1 hour, 2 hours, and 3 hours passed,

“Huff... Huff...”

Yeom Seongha, his magic power drained and his breath heavy, slowly turned his head.

“What are you... staring at...?”

Iseun, noticing Yeom Seongha’s annoyed gaze, continued to observe his tired breathing and movements.

“What? I’m just collecting data.”

“Data?”

“Data needed to make the weapon you’ll use.”

“...”

Yeom Seongha, surprised by the unexpected answer, stared with wide eyes. Iseun smiled.

“I’m making it for this assignment, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“...Who would expect anything from a weapon made by a first-year?”

Yeom Seongha, answering curtly, replenished his drained magic power with a magic bead and continued training.

Whirr—

The wind recreated by the training room swept past the two of them, and the trees swayed gently.

Yeom Seongha, silently moving the spear in the courtyard, created Yeomryeons and scattered darkness.

Bang! Bang!

It seemed to be going well, but the resonant sound would occasionally erupt.

Due to the prayer beads absorbing magic power, he couldn’t last as long as before, but Yeom Seongha continued to practice without blinking.

Each time the resonant sound erupted, the time he could endure gradually increased, and the awkward movements of the short spears gradually improved.

‘Is it because this is a training method I conceived for my future self? I’m adapting quickly.’

Yeom Seongha, growing stronger as if he had seen the answer to a test with the solution written out, made Iseun smile wryly.

‘I couldn’t do it no matter how hard I tried...’

Kwanggyeon, sighing deeply and complaining that he couldn’t do it, came to mind as Iseun recalled his pre-reincarnation memories.

‘Let’s see how good your past self was.’

Iseun, sitting in a corner of the courtyard, calmly observed Yeom Seongha’s movements.

From the shift of the center of gravity to the movement of muscles, the breathing pattern, and the magic power waves emitted from the spear tip.

“...”

Yeom Seongha’s body slightly paused under the dissecting gaze but quickly resumed training as if nothing had happened.

As 1 hour, 2 hours, and 3 hours passed,

“Huff... Huff...”

Yeom Seongha, his magic power drained and his breath heavy, slowly turned his head.

“What are you... staring at...?”

Iseun, noticing Yeom Seongha’s annoyed gaze, continued to observe his tired breathing and movements.

“What? I’m just collecting data.”

“Data?”

“Data needed to make the weapon you’ll use.”

“...”

Yeom Seongha, surprised by the unexpected answer, stared with wide eyes. Iseun smiled.

“I’m making it for this assignment, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“...Who would expect anything from a weapon made by a first-year?”

Yeom Seongha, answering curtly, replenished his drained magic power with a magic bead and continued training.

Whirr—

The wind recreated by the training room swept past the two of them, and the trees swayed gently.

Yeom Seongha, silently moving the spear in the courtyard, created Yeomryeons and scattered darkness.

Bang! Bang!

It seemed to be going well, but the resonant sound would occasionally erupt.

Due to the prayer beads absorbing magic power, he couldn’t last as long as before, but Yeom Seongha continued to practice without blinking.

Each time the resonant sound erupted, the time he could endure gradually increased, and the awkward movements of the short spears gradually improved.

‘Is it because this is a training method I conceived for my future self? I’m adapting quickly.’

Yeom Seongha, growing stronger as if he had seen the answer to a test with the solution written out, made Iseun smile wryly.

‘I couldn’t do it no matter how hard I tried...’

Kwanggyeon, sighing deeply and complaining that he couldn’t do it, came to mind as Iseun recalled his pre-reincarnation memories.

‘Let’s see how good your past self was.’

Iseun, sitting in a corner of the courtyard, calmly observed Yeom Seongha’s movements.

From the shift of the center of gravity to the movement of muscles, the breathing pattern, and the magic power waves emitted from the spear tip.

“...”

Yeom Seongha’s body slightly paused under the dissecting gaze but quickly resumed training as if nothing had happened.

As 1 hour, 2 hours, and 3 hours passed,

“Huff... Huff...”

Yeom Seongha, his magic power drained and his breath heavy, slowly turned his head.

“What are you... staring at...?”

Iseun, noticing Yeom Seongha’s annoyed gaze, continued to observe his tired breathing and movements.

“What? I’m just collecting data.”

“Data?”

“Data needed to make the weapon you’ll use.”

“...”

Yeom Seongha, surprised by the unexpected answer, stared with wide eyes. Iseun smiled.

“I’m making it for this assignment, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“...Who would expect anything from a weapon made by a first-year?”

Yeom Seongha, answering curtly, replenished his drained magic power with a magic bead and continued training.

Whirr—

The wind recreated by the training room swept past the two of them, and the trees swayed gently.

Yeom Seongha, silently moving the spear in the courtyard, created Yeomryeons and scattered darkness.

Bang! Bang!

It seemed to be going well, but the resonant sound would occasionally erupt.

Due to the prayer beads absorbing magic power, he couldn’t last as long as before, but Yeom Seongha continued to practice without blinking.

Each time the