“Thanks for the hard work. It will end here for today,” Hyeonu said to Choi Yoon, who was barely holding onto his sword.

-Uncle, you did a good job.

-Someone who is beaten like that will feel pain in reality.

-Still, his skills have improved a lot.

-Alley Leader seems to be pushing him to the limit really well.

-Comparing when he started to when he ended, the difference is like the difference between heaven and earth.

The hellish stream that never seemed to end was finishing. Choi Yoon sat down on the ground with his sword.

“Was it hard work?”

“No. Alley Leader, it was probably much harder on you. Teaching people like me...”

Hyeonu shook his head at Choi Yoon’s self-deprecating words. “No. You’re following along better than you thought. At this speed, you’ll be able to get a bronze medal.”

Hyeonu cleverly mixed truth and falsehood. The former was sincere and the latter was false. It was correct that Choi Yoon followed Hyeonu better than expected. Occasionally, Hyeonu also showed surprise. However, if he were asked if Choi Yoon could get a bronze medal, then his answer would be ‘hard to say.’

Due to the specs...