After finishing his afternoon exercise, Chi-Woo looked for Ru Amuh like he had promised. He found a two-story house surrounded by stone walls and carefully entered. He wanted to knock, but the house’s stone gate had been removed a long time ago. He was going to knock on the relatively intact door to the house instead when he felt a presence and heard the sound of wind cutting. Chi-Woo followed the sound around the house and saw Ru Amuh training in the backyard. With sweat pouring down his body, Ru Amuh was swinging his two swords.

Chi-Woo didn’t want to bother Ru Amuh when he was training, so he quietly watched. He had seen Ru Amuh training multiple times now, and it was nothing special each time: all he did was slice, swing, and pierce.

—Is he the friend you talked to me about?

Philip asked as he floated above Chi-Woo’s head and watched with his arms crossed. He looked serious unlike his usually mischievous self.

—Ah…

‘What do you mean, Ah?’ 

—He’s a genius. Not an idiot.

Philip said. Chi-Woo glanced up at him, surprised that Philip had read Ru Amuh’s skills just by looking at him.

—I’m not joking. He’s clearly my kind.

Basically, Philip was saying that he was also a genius.

—A genius usually recognizes another genius.

‘That wasn’t what you said a moment ago,’ Chi-Woo thought, and Philip waved his hand dismissively.

—Of course. He’s someone who already uses his sword as an extension of his body. I don’t need to look anymore. Regardless of his outstanding talent, he’s already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Philip smirked at Chi-Woo while looking down at him.

—If you were at his level, we could’ve had a fun time discussing sword fighting.

It was clear that Philip was telling Chi-Woo to know his place. Now he had reverted to a mocking jokester again, and instead of getting angry,...