I Became the Hidden Chapter 47

"Hah, hah."

Hong Yungae was rolling on the floor like crazy.

"The way that beggar brat rolls is just like a lazy donkey rolling around!"

"Was the movement technique your master taught you the Lazy Donkey Roll?!"

Although the surrounding martial artists were laughing at such a Hong Yungae, such words did not enter his ears at all.

Slice.

Hong Yungae's body was covered in blood.

Fortunately, there were no fatal wounds that would cause him to lose his life, but a wound was a wound.

As the blood flowed freely, his vision blurred, and the warmth left his body.

"You roll around well like a rat. If you're going to prolong your life so wretchedly, just give up."

Although Shin Gu-jeon wanted to cut down Hong Yungae right away, since he was concerned about what was behind him, he couldn't bring himself to cut him down and was just cornering him.

Hong Yungae also knew that he was going easy on him.

However.

"If I back down, will you also back down quietly?"

"Didn't I say I had business with that waiter?"

Hearing those words, Hong Yungae chuckled.

"I can't back down because you're dog-like."

"Do you really want to die!"

Shin Gu-jeon's sword came down on Hong Yungae.

A sharp blow on a different level from the previous sword.

But for some reason.

'I can see it!'

Although it was clearly a fast sword strike on a different level from before, its path was visible to Hong Yungae's eyes.

Hong Yungae raised his trembling hand that was holding the Dog Beating Jade Staff.

Kaang!

"Keuk!"

Although he had narrowly blocked Shin Gu-jeon's sword strike, the aftermath was considerable.

The hand holding the Dog Beating Jade Staff was sent flying as if hit by a warhorse running at full speed, and then it was bent.

"Keuk!"

Hong Yungae let out a groan at the dizzying shock.

No strength went into the arm holding the Dog Beating Jade Staff.

No strength went into his body itself, and it trembled.

Nevertheless, Hong Yungae stubbornly straightened his back and got up from his spot.

Seeing that, Shin Gu-jeon clicked his tongue.

'To think he can stand up even in that state.'

He gripped his sword and muttered towards Hong Yungae.

"I pay my respects to the will of a junior."

"..."

"But the work of the main sect is work."

Shin Gu-jeon raised his sword.

The sword flew towards Hong Yungae on the same path as before.

Hong Yungae's eyes widened.

The path of the sword was visible again.

But his body did not listen.

Somehow suppressing the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, Hong Yungae tried to move somehow, his eyes wide open, and he followed the sword with his eyes.

But there was no way.

'I'm going to die!'

Just before the sword reached him, Hong Yungae had a premonition of death.

At that moment.

Slice.

At the same time as a small cutting sound, Shin Gu-jeon's sword was split in half.

And a man appeared between Hong Yungae and Shin Gu-jeon.

A pure white robe fluttered faintly.

The man in white stood still and looked at Shin Gu-jeon.

Shin Gu-jeon broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at the man.

'When? Where?!'

A man who had appeared like the wind.

'The presence felt is as faint as a gentle breeze. But!'

Shin Gu-jeon observed the man in front of him.

A man standing loftily.

The important thing was that the man was not holding his sword at all.

'I didn't even perceive it.'

He hadn't even felt when, no, if he had swung his sword.

But Shin Gu-jeon's sword was cleanly split in two.

'An unapproachable master whose realm I cannot dare to measure!'

Shin Gu-jeon's judgment was quick.

He immediately performed a fist-and-palm salute and bowed his head.

"Who might you be, master?"

"If you had tried to strike that brat with the blade and not the flat of the sword, what would have been split in two would have been you, not the sword."

The man in white ignored Shin Gu-jeon's words and said only what he had to say.

Shin Gu-jeon broke out in a cold sweat at those words.

The man in front of him had grasped not only his own sword but also the fact that he had tried to subdue the beggar with the flat of his sword.

Shin Gu-jeon quickly made a judgment.

'I'll retreat!'

Since he was not a being he could dare to do anything about, it was right to retreat here.

When Shin Gu-jeon had made that judgment.

"What's this bastard now?!"

An unobservant martial artist sneered at the man in white.

As Shin Gu-jeon heard those words, he felt his vision go dizzy, but he moved immediately.

The tips of his fingers stretched out like a gale and fiercely struck the sneering martial artist.

"Keok! S-senior uncle?! Why on earth?!"

"Shut up! You brat!!"

Shin Gu-jeon cursed the martial artist and laid him down.

"I'm sorry! I will retreat immediately."

Then he hurriedly slung the knocked-down martial artist over his shoulder and ran away.

The martial artists who were Shin Gu-jeon's party followed Shin Gu-jeon with bewildered faces.

And the man in white, Baek Yoonjun, who was watching the situation.

'When that man was talking earlier, our words overlapped, but it's a relief there was no particular fault-finding.'

It wasn't that Baek Yoonjun had ignored Shin Gu-jeon when he had asked for his identity.

They had just spoken at the same time.

Although Baek Yoonjun had been silent because the situation was very awkward, the opponent had kowtowed and retreated on his own.

'What a relief.'

Baek Yoonjun inwardly felt relieved and checked Hong Yungae's condition.

'Fortunately, there are no deep wounds.'

Having quickly checked Hong Yungae's wounds, Baek Yoonjun took out an herb that was good for wounds from his bosom.

Although he didn't particularly need it because he had never been injured, since he had recently taken on disciples in succession, it was an herb he had been keeping on hand just in case.

After quickly crushing the herb and applying it to Hong Yungae's injured area, Baek Yoonjun checked the waiter who had lost consciousness behind Hong Yungae.

And he was startled.

'This brat is a girl?'

Although she was dressed like a boy, she was clearly a girl.

Baek Yoonjun carefully examined the common sense about martial arts in his head.

Of course, that knowledge was all based on his friend's words.

-Why are there only male waiters?

-Actually, there's no law that says only men have to be waiters, but since the environment of a tavern is so rough and in the social context of that time, women's social advancement was negative.

-Then could there be female waiters?

-Even if there are female staff, since it's customary for men to take on the role of waiter, you can assume there are none.

Having finished his thoughts, Baek Yoonjun treated the waiter and checked her appearance.

Unless one looked closely from up close, she would look like a pretty man.

'Dressed as a man?'

Baek Yoonjun judged that the waiter was dressed as a man.

No matter how he thought about it, no other conclusion came out.

'Why?'

Of course, no answer to the question came out.

To be honest, he couldn't even grasp the current situation.

'I was making a cultivation method, and I came out to check if that brat Hong Yungae was doing well for a short break, and this mess had happened.'

It was a coincidence that Baek Yoonjun had intervened in the current situation.

When he came out of the house, Hong Yungae was gone, and when he found him with his senses, he was on the verge of being stabbed.

Fortunately, since the opponent had no intention of killing Hong Yungae, he had been trying to strike with the flat of his sword, but a crisis was a crisis.

Startled, Baek Yoonjun had performed his lightness skill to its fullest and had immediately split the opponent's sword in two.

'Come to think of it, should I have killed them all? It seems they could become future trouble.'

Baek Yoonjun slightly regretted not having killed and silenced all of the opponents.

It was a regret that came from not being able to think deeply because he had become awkward after unintentionally ignoring the opponent's words earlier.

'Seeing that they're all third-rate or lower, should I chase them now and wipe them all out?'

Although Baek Yoonjun pondered for a moment, he shook his head.

Because he was reluctant to chase and kill someone he had let live once.

For a homebody introvert, taking back one's words was a more difficult thing than murder.

'Seeing that he had no intention of completely killing Hong Yungae, it seems he's not a complete villain, so let's just let it go.'

Having made his decision, Baek Yoonjun took care of Hong Yungae.

'I don't know who it is, but seeing that he's collapsed, they must be related, right?'

In addition, he also took care of the waiter and then moved towards the hut.

After arriving at the hut, he laid Hong Yungae and the waiter appropriately on the floor.

'They still haven't come to their senses. Since the treatment is roughly done, should I just do what I was doing?'

Since there was no sign of either of them coming to their senses, Baek Yoonjun returned to the space he had isolated in the hut and immersed himself in his cultivation method research again.

And so, after some time had passed.

"Ugh."

The first of the two to come to his senses was Hong Yungae.

'I was definitely on the verge of being stabbed...'

Hong Yungae, whose mind was hazy, came to his senses as the situation just before being stabbed came to his mind, and he hastily looked around.

'Where is this?! Huh...? A hut?'

After blinking his eyes for a moment, Hong Yungae came to his senses and tried to grasp the situation.

'Did Master save me?'

As he finished his thoughts, Hong Yungae felt the tension completely drain from him.

Around Hong Yungae was the waiter he had tried to save, and traces of her wounds being treated were visible all over.

'It seems Master saved the waiter too.'

Completely relaxed, Hong Yungae checked the waiter's condition.

Her wounds were treated, and her breathing was also regular, so her condition seemed fine.

'Phew, what a relief.'

Relieved, Hong Yungae recalled the recent situation.

He had tried to save the waiter by confronting the martial artists.

Thinking of that time, he felt his body flinch.

'What was I thinking when I jumped in?'

He couldn't understand his recent self at all.

If he thought about it again, it seemed he would never act like that time.

'But.'

Hong Yungae became confused by the fulfilling emotion that welled up in his chest.

If he were to face the same situation, would he be able to ignore it as he thought?

"Ugh."

At that moment, the waiter let out a groan and opened her eyes.

"Where is this?"

As his eyes met with the bewildered waiter's, Hong Yungae's shoulders straightened, and his voice lowered.

"Are you okay?"

"Great Hero Hong?"

The waiter's eyes, who had seen Hong Yungae, widened.

It seemed her mind was still hazy.

"What on earth happened?"

At the waiter's tone, which was somewhat slow and not her usual cheerful one, Hong Yungae was slightly flustered.

'Was she originally like this?'

But he soon recalled that his own appearance in front of his master and in front of the waiter was different.

'I also act differently, so a waiter who serves customers would be even more so.'

He understood that the waiter was also different when she was working and when she was not.

"Master saved us."

"Master? Great Hero Hong's?"

Hong Yungae nodded at the waiter's question.

At the same time, Baek Yoonjun approached the two.

"Are you awake?"

Baek Yoonjun immediately checked the condition of the two with his senses.

Fortunately, their condition was not bad.

'As I was dragged around by Yuhwa, I've become quite familiar with medical treatment.'

He praised himself for his medical skills and became slightly proud.

'At this rate, wouldn't it be okay to call myself a doctor somewhere?'

Although his shoulders rose very slightly.

'Sigh, what kind of doctor am I, with my status.'

At the negative thought that soon came to him, his shoulders returned to their original position.

Since they hadn't risen much anyway, there was not much difference in appearance.

"Thank you for saving my life, great hero."

"Thank you for saving me, master."

Towards such a Baek Yoonjun, Hong Yungae and the waiter bowed their heads.

Baek Yoonjun nodded his head slightly, received their greetings, and then asked Hong Yungae.

"What happened?"

"Well, you see."

Hong Yungae explained to Baek Yoonjun what he had experienced.

The martial artists had targeted the waiter, and he had blocked them, and when he was completely cornered, Baek Yoonjun had intervened.

Baek Yoonjun, who had listened to the story, nodding his head, looked at the waiter.

'Did this happen because of this brat?'

Baek Yoonjun, a born homebody introvert, hated getting involved in complicated matters.

Naturally, he was also reluctant about the current situation.

'If I were alone, I would have pulled out right away, but that brat Hong Yungae got involved.'

If he had saved his life, if Baek Yoonjun had been alone, he would have pulled out right away.

But since the one who was involved was Hong Yungae, whom he had acknowledged as his disciple, it was difficult to make a decision on his own.

Baek Yoonjun gestured at Hong Yungae with his eyes.

"What? Why are you doing that?"

The unobservant Hong Yungae did not properly understand Baek Yoonjun's gesture and asked back.

Since it was a result he had already predicted, Baek Yoonjun, without being particularly disappointed, asked directly.

"Since you started it, try to do as you please."

"What?"

"I'm saying, either pull out or ask the waiter about the situation and get involved, do as you please."

"Uh..."

Hearing Baek Yoonjun's words, Hong Yungae glanced at Baek Yoonjun and then turned his gaze to the waiter.

The waiter was glancing at both Baek Yoonjun and Hong Yungae.

Perhaps because that appearance had a strangely pitiful feeling, Hong Yungae felt his chest tingle.

'No, no matter how pretty he is, why do I feel pitiful for a man?!'

To hide his slightly flushed face, Hong Yungae turned his head sharply and then asked the waiter.

"May we hear your story?"

The waiter who had heard Hong Yungae's question kept glancing at them and bit her lip.

It was a feeling of being very hesitant.

And Baek Yoonjun, who was watching the two from the side.

'Hoh? Look at this?'

Although he hadn't grasped the waiter's situation, he had grasped Hong Yungae's state.

'It doesn't seem he knows she's a girl.'

In useless places, Baek Yoonjun was uselessly quick-witted.

Although he thought about stealthily hinting at the waiter's gender to Hong Yungae.

'No, it would be more fun to just stay still.'

Since it seemed the situation was turning out to be fun, Baek Yoonjun kept his mouth shut.

(End of Chapter)