Martial Arts Ain’t That Big of a Deal

“Hey, hey, did you do something to piss off Sua? She looks a little mad.”

At Chun-bong’s remark, it wasn’t Seo-jun but Namgung Sua who flinched.

“N-no! What do you mean did something wrong? I’ve only been a burden to Seo-jun…”

Her reaction was oddly intense. Chun-bong narrowed her eyes.

“…What? What did you do? No way….”

As her imagination ran wild, Chun-bong’s soft cheeks flushed bright red. Shameless! Horrified, she clamped her hands over her mouth.

“You perverted bastard…! You’re not even married yet…!”

“T-that’s not it!”

Namgung Sua frantically waved her hands in denial.

“Hm… Is that so?”

As expected, the misunderstanding didn’t last long. Chun-bong hadn’t really thought that way in the first place—she was just teasing because Sua’s reaction was amusing.

Moments like these were important. A little distraction kept the mind from sinking too deeply into despair.

Otherwise, someone could fall into an endless spiral of gloom, which would truly be a disaster.

‘At least she hasn’t completely broken down.’

Relieved, Chun-bong patted her flat chest.

If Sua fell apart, it wouldn’t just be a problem for herself—it would also send Seo-jun into a frenzy.

And if Seo-jun did go berserk, Chun-bong wasn’t sure even she could stop him.

Perhaps if she used her secret technique… but that was a last resort. No good would come from things escalating to that point.

By now, Namgung Sua felt like a real sister to her.

Hm.

Thinking about it that way… Seo-jun really had taken both sisters.

“…You shameless bastard.”

“What.”

Seo-jun looked wrongfully accused.

But whether they were actual sisters or not, the fact remained—he had taken two women at once.

With nothing to refute, Seo-jun smoothly changed the subject. His gaze fell to the longsword in Namgung Sua’s hands.

That’s no ordinary blade.

Of course not. If a sword wielded by a man who was nearly a god wasn’t a divine weapon, then what was?

He had initially told Sua to try out her father’s sword, but now that he saw her handling two blades at once, he reconsidered.

Her usual greatsword—already second nature to her—and the divine sword left behind by her father.

Wielding two swords didn’t automatically double one’s strength, but…

“Nuna, that sword…”

“…Yeah, I know.”

Namgung Sua nodded, already understanding what he meant.

“For some reason, it feels familiar. Like I’ve been using it for a long time.”

Perhaps some remnant of Namgung Jincheon’s memories or spirit still lingered.

She had always wielded a greatsword since childhood, yet this sword felt so natural in her grip.

Seo-jun considered this.