The Divorced Man Has Returned - The Divorced Man Has Returned chapter 113

#113. It’s a sea as well.

Black magical energy travels through your fingertips and forms a shape.

The power given to humans by spirits. Magical power makes it possible to far transcend the physical limits of human beings.

Of course, in order to deal with a strong force, a proper effort is required.

Pass Susu

The flow of magical power, like the shape of the wind, begins to flow slowly around me.

It feels like your heart is being squeezed.

However, there is no growth without pain.

I gripped the sword strongly once more.

The black energy captured in one place soon formed at the end of the blade and split the black night sky.

Aaaaah.

Magic power in the form of a single spiral is gradually moving away from the ground.

“Ha… Ha ha…”

It was still not enough.

It’s still…

Compared to Choi In-wook in his prime, he lacks control.

I didn’t like anything about the basic stamina, the amount of magical power output, and the delicate adjustment of strength and weakness.

But before I could finish this critical review, I turned my head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Clap clap clap clap.

Slightly fair applause from the side.

The author was looking at me with crinkled eyes.

The disciple runs towards me by constantly moving his short legs.

“Master.”

“Why.”

“How do you do that?”

After finishing her apprenticeship, after finishing the guidance of the author who left work, I was going to go on my own to further her training, but for some reason she didn’t leave and seemed to have watched the process.

I didn’t even know I wasn’t there yet because I was concentrating.

“This is the word…”

How can I explain this?

It was more difficult than I thought to explain the skills acquired through practical experience in a savvy way.

It was just basic physical training, but there was no way to explain these delicate techniques clearly except by demonstrating them.

“Ummm…”

Because the trip with Sihwa is not far away, I wanted to build a tight body, but to be taught only by other people like this again.

However, I thought that this kind of question should be answered properly as a teacher.

I wanted to explain each of the techniques I had just demonstrated in words, but I quickly changed my mind and moved to the back of the author.

“Hmm? What are you doing?”

“Listen to the sword.”

Following my instructions, she meekly grabbed her sword with both hands.

“I just said that…”

Standing behind the author, I put my hands on hers.

My magic flows through her overlapping hands as a medium.

“Uh…? Yes…?”

The author looks up at me as if he doesn’t understand the current situation.

Perhaps because she had little experience in accepting the magic of others into her body, her face was flushed with red.

“Concentration. Remember this feeling now.”

The magic that comes out of my heart starts spinning quickly on the author’s magic circuit.

Of course, I was worried that the circuit might be overused and damaged, so I put my heart and soul into conveying the feeling with the least amount of magical power.

Pass.

A wind of black magic began to blow around the author and me.

“Wow…!”

A small sigh escaped the author’s mouth.

“Can you feel it?”

“Yes…!”

I felt that the time had come to tell me the next step, so I grabbed her hand even tighter.

“Hey…”

It sounded a bit odd to come out while receiving guidance, but I tried my best to move on to the next step.

“Like this.”

The raging magic is calmly contained in the sword.

“And in the end… you do it now!”

The table is all set.

She instinctively learned how to do it, so I just followed the movements I did for training before.

It was a lot less powerful than what I demonstrated, but the technology embodied in the same principle was definitely shot into the night sky.

Oh… It’s better than I thought…

What was waiting for me to lower my head again to see the student’s reaction was the disciple who was sweating profusely.

“Why? Are you sick?”

Worried about her that I might have touched her circuit wrongly, I took a step closer to her.

“Ah… Uh…”

The author makes an unknown sound.

She wanted to know where she really was, so she wanted to check her condition, but the author bowed her head and refused to talk.

“…I don’t know.”

“…Huh?”

“I can’t understand the explanation because it’s stupid.”

…For something like that, I think I did well with the technique I just copied for the first time.

“But before, I felt good…”

“I think you have to do the same process ten times before you know it.”

After her words, she turned her body around and picked up her bag.

“Hey. So it doesn’t hurt?”

She asked her back as a final confirmation.

“No! I don’t have it, so I’ll have to tell you about that skill next time!”

The author started running.

“Am I too old to understand children’s emotions…”

Or was I like that when I was 20?

With her slightly silly face, I just looked at her as she walked away.

* *

Thursday morning.

July 1st.

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Now it really feels like summer has begun.

The horn sounds as soon as you leave the house.

It was Sihwa’s white sports car.

She gently lowered her sunglasses and beckoned me to get her on.

“Have you waited long?”

I loaded my luggage in the trunk and sat next to her.

“…No.”

For such a thing, the ice in the iced Americano that she gave me was almost completely melted.

“I’m sorry. Let’s go.”

When I apologized with an apologetic expression on my face, Sihwa took a deep breath and started her driving towards the airport.

The music playing on the radio was the latest music these days, but for us, it was nothing short of a song of memory.

“Wow… this is coming…”

When the song of a certain girl group I had forgotten about came out, I hummed with joy.

“…Choi Inwook.”

“Huh?”

“As far as I can remember, you were not interested in girl groups.”

Sihwa looks at me while holding the steering wheel even while driving.

“Ah… I liked it when I was 20.”

Of course, after my divorce from Harin, I almost lost interest in my mid-20s, but when I was 20 or 21, I was the type to listen to all the songs on popular charts.

“Who is this?”

“This is a group called Delight. Have you heard the name?”

Even if it’s a poem, wouldn’t you know this much?

It was a girl group that ate this year’s chart.

You should have heard of it.

“…I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“Did you hear me say that?”

Clearly, I didn’t really listen to poetry itself as music.

“Still, isn’t it exciting to hear it?”

“…If you think about what you will do while watching the stage video, I think that God is a structure that cannot fly. I.”

Thinking to get there.

After all, Sihwa was a person with a fast brain.

We were able to get to the airport in no time after arguing over music.

The destination of this trip is Busan.

We, who had pre-booked our flight tickets, parked our car and went to the gate right away.

Because it was a domestic flight, the procedure was very simple, so it didn’t take that long.

When I boarded the plane, I suddenly remembered what happened in Harin’s private plane.

If Sihwa hadn’t stopped at that time, we would be…

After staring out the window with a blank face for a moment, Sihwa tilted his head and stabbed my thigh.

“…Who did you think?”

Shihwa noticed that she was thinking of another woman like a ghost.

A cold sweat trickled down his back.

“Ah… it just feels like it’s been a while since I’ve been in Busan.”

“I don’t think so?”

“Ah~ Why do you keep doing this when we go on a trip alone after a long time?”

“Hmm…”

Sihwa opened her eyes haphazardly and she quickly put on her seat belt.

The announcement that it will take off soon came out, and we looked down at Seoul, which was moving away from each other.

As it was a domestic flight, after a short sleep during the flight, we arrived on land.

“Oh, it’s hot.”

As soon as you leave the airport, you can feel the heat as if it were a welcome to the southern region.

Boiling haze was rising from the floor.

“Where are you going?”

At first, Sihwa said that she had a plan, so I followed her, but I was not spoiled for anything.

“Where are you? It is also the sea.”

You’re talking like you’re asking something so obvious.

Sihwa’s pathetic gaze was felt through the sunglasses.

…After all, it’s summer, so it’s the season when everyone wants to go swimming.

Seeing Harin’s unconventional swimsuit, I couldn’t help but look forward to Sihwa’s swimsuit as well.

Well, the one with the best body among my ex-wives…

It was because it was a poem with a smooth body that was strengthened through exercise.