sity and bravado that were initially there vanish like a lie.


He’ll try to make some compromise with his inner self, which shrieks when faced with struggles.
Just like people who have been on a diet for about 3 days or so.
Or, just like those who declared to quit smoking a day ago.
Their weak nature will manifest.


‘Lloyd Frontera.
I’m sure you’re the same.’


The ruffian he knew was especially such a person. 


He was a human being who never faced a situation like this, where he had been forced to run.  So, how many laps around the training ground will it take for you to run out of breath?


‘You’ll regret the bravado you’ve just shown.
You might call it quits with learning swordsmanship.’


Frankly, that was what I hoped for.
I didn’t want to teach that rascal swordsmanship.
I didn’t have any faith in that person.


He was a human being who got drunk every day.
Every time he did that, he committed all kinds of misdeeds.
Even so, teaching such a person swordsmanship? It was dizzying to think about what kind of accident he would cause using the swordsmanship I taught.


‘That’s unacceptable.’


Of course, the hooligan had changed a bit recently.
However, the true nature of a person doesn’t change easily.
That rascal is the same.
Who knows when his old habits will make a comeback?


‘So I’m going to treat you as harshly as I can.
Until you gave up by yourself.
Or, until you can get over it and prove yourself worthy.’


Javier concealed his firm resolution.


With icy eyes, I stared at Lloyd.
Waiting for the moment this ruffian shouted that he’s giving up.


However, things didn’t turn out the way I thought.


“Gasp, gaasp! Gasp!”


Step, step! Step!


Lloyd kept running.
He just silently kept running. 


Ten laps, twenty laps, thirty laps, and still counting.


While circling the training ground, he passed through in front of Javier a good number of times.
In the meantime, he didn’t even utter a single word.
Even when his breath was ragged; when his body soaked with sweat; or when his tired legs trembled.


Without any rest, he silently ran at a constant speed.




Little by little at first.
Later on, in a straightforward manner, Javier’s eyes shook.


Lloyd’s mental strength was so incomprehensible that it was hard to fathom the source.



Of course, the secret of Lloyd’s tenacity was actually simple.


‘Because I’ve been through more than just running like this.’


He actually did.


In the army, marching and guerrilla activities are strenuous activities that made him very tired.
When he lost his parents and worked part-time jobs, it got even more exhausting.


‘Have you been climbing up and down all day to transport bricks to the roof of a four-story building? Or have you been loading and unloading delivery trucks all night?’


Only those who have tried it know how difficult it is.
The feeling when your body was forced to become mechanical parts.
Feeling endlessly worn out with his muscles feeling like it’s gonna get torn apart.


‘Even though I was out of breath, I kept watching the clock, while holding onto some hope.
I’m sure all of this will come to an end.
Just a little bit more and I’ll get to rest.
However, in reality? Absolutely wrong.
It was really sh*tty.
The time wasn’t even halfway through! Compared to the despair of having to keep moving in the midst of feeling hopeless just to make some money, running like this feels like heaven!’


In South Korea, such things were my routine.
I had to live in such a hopeless situation every day.
With a sense of despair, wondering how long I have to live like this.
Amidst that, I hadn’t given up on making a living. 


Let’s make some money.
Let’s eat and keep on living. 


I always had to push my limits.
No, I had to move even soullessly, just like a zombie in a state of limbo.
Only then could I not starve.


On the other hand, what about now?


‘All I have to do is run.’


I wasn’t forced to move like a slave.
I ran to learn swordsmanship because I wanted it.
Of course, my body still got tired.
But, it was fun.


I was happy, even if I was out of breath; even when my whole body was drenched with sweat; even when my legs felt like jelly and was unsteady; even when everything in front of my eyes turned black sometimes.


‘This is fine.’


Lloyd kept running.
And, well past the fiftieth lap, he smiled as he passed in front of Javier.


“Huff, huff, huff! The one who is running is me, huff, why are you the one who looked like you had chewed on some shit?”




“Huuu, huft.
You didn’t expect this, did you?”




“Then, will you continuously stand there, huff, in silence?”




After that, Lloyd kept running.
It continued like that until Javier couldn’t take it anymore.



“Please stop running, Lloyd-nim.”


“Huft, heuk, why?”


“You’re already limping.”


“I, too, huff, heuk, already know that?”


“That’s why, please take a break.”


“Hufft, okay.
Roger that.”


Lloyd stopped running for the first time.


“Are you flustered?”


“No, I’m not.”


I’m right.
You’re flustered.”




You never expected this kind of situation to happen.
You’ve probably prepared a bunch of lines like, ‘I’m disappointed by Lloyd-nim’s weak willpower,’ or ‘You have to keep running until I tell you to stop.’ Am I right?”




“As I’ve said before, huft, why do you discreetly treat people with prejudice?”


“I don’t know what you mean.”


“Didn’t you take me as a joke when I asked you to teach me swordsmanship?”




Javier was speechless.
Lloyd stared into his eyes with a face bereft of a smile.


When I saw that look in his eyes, I unconsciously ran out of answers.
In my heart, I felt like I was caught. 


“Is swordsmanship a joke? Is that it?”


“Of course that’s not it.”


“But, why didn’t you take my words seriously when I asked you to teach me swordsmanship?”




“With such complacent spirit, can you even teach others swordsmanship?”




I have nothing to say.
For the first time, I wanted to hide in a rat hole.


The Young Master, who I thought of as only a hooligan, kept talking.


“Looking at it, you’ve been checking if I’m qualified to learn swordsmanship.
However, I need to make sure you’re qualified to teach swordsmanship too.
Am I wrong?”




“So let’s get this right.
When you’re going to argue about my qualifications, do some research first on how to teach better, okay?”


I understand.”


Javier bit his lips unconsciously.


I never thought there would be a day when I would be criticized by that scumbag.
The back of my head felt like it had been bashed by a blunt weapon. 


I wanted to refute him somehow, but I couldn’t.


‘Because he’s right.’


Without a hitch, Javier admitted it.
It was exactly the same as Lloyd pointed out.
He was only looking at the opponent’s qualifications.
He didn’t think about how to teach swordsmanship better.
He tried to test his opponent’s mental strength when he didn’t prepare himself properly.


I was ashamed to look back on it. 



At that moment.


Ding dong!


[Javier Asrahan’s favorability towards you has increased by +1!]

[Your current relationship with Javier Asrahan: -28]

[A slight improvement in your relationship with a key character earned you 18 RP]

[Current RP: 29]


A new string of messages popped in front of Lloyd’s eyes.

Tl/n: This chapter is so cute, isn’t it? On the first part, the structure is the same with chapter 1, but now Javier changed position with Lloyd.

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