The Divorced Man Has Returned - The Divorced Man Has Returned chapter 98

#98. Just an old story

Is my answer right?

Last life. Unlike Choi In-wook, who was 20 years old, I had no choice but to think a lot.

Harin’s question lingered in my ears.

[What do you want us to do?]

One by one, their faces come to mind.

Harin’s smile reminds me of a warm spring day.

The back view of Sihwa, reminiscent of a snowy winter that covered the ground beautifully even though it was cold.

Jena exudes an atmosphere like fallen leaves gently embroidering the floor.

After I shared my affection with them, I could feel the greed in me gradually increasing in volume.

“…Choi Inwook.”

Instinctively, one hand grabbed her finger, which was rushing in at high speed.

“…Isn’t that a joke? Is it Sihwa?”

If I hadn’t just stopped her from acting, I’d have a hole in my side.

My still tingling right hand was proving the power of her attack.

“It’s all right.”

Voice of genuine joy.

She buried her face in my chest as if she was about to attack me.

“…I am really happy.”

I smiled bitterly and ruffled her hair.

“Thanks to you. What.”

Her once again I had to tell her what she was going to do.

“Actually. That’s why I called you today.”

“Finally, you have come to your senses and made up your mind to come to me.”

Sihwa ate my words and smiled as if it was a good feeling.

“What. It’s a little late, but you’re the one, so I’ll make it special.”

…It wasn’t like that.

What she was grateful for was her gratitude, but the reason she, sadly, summoned her was far from what she could have guessed.

“Um… not like that. It’s poetry.”

She widens her eyes.

“What is it? If not, tell me in advance.”

You cut off the words I was trying to say.

As I gazed at her with her trembling expression on her face, she let out a deep sigh and continued her speech.

“Well. Considering the fact that he was asked to come out with his weapon, it was probably not the reason. Say it. Do you want me to compete against you?”

I nodded her head up and down at her words.

“Hmm… it sure looks like it has gotten stronger, but will it really be enough to fight me?”

Sihwa scanned me up and down with the eyes of a beast that caught her prey.

“I wanted you to deal with that friend, not me today.”

I pointed to the author who was running from the other side with a smile and light footsteps.

“…Why me.”

I thought so.

As soon as Sihwa saw the author’s face, she took off her smile.

“Why do I have to deal with him, not you?”

Poetry expressing the intention of not wanting to feel openly.

But up to this point, it was within the range I expected.

“The Sulwhasoo guys will never stand still.”

This was true.

It was us who stole the prania flower from Sulwhasoo.

We stole one of the rare treasures, and they couldn’t leave us alone.

“…Since when did you say you were afraid of such a third-rate group? Choi In-wook.”

The bandage that was wrapped around the window was removed.

“Come here. I’m going to smash her in the head.”

Eerie laughter.

I knew she was never just bluffing her.

“Of course. I plan to punish them severely if they invade the academy or our living quarters.”

“So.”

Sihwa raised her head as if to keep talking.

“We know that there will be no problem in protecting our body, but he is not.”

At my words, Sihwa once again turned her head to look at the author.

The author, who confirmed that I was with her Sihwa, seemed to have no energy.

“That’s right. He might be in danger because of us, so please get some insurance. Is this what it sounds like?”

“That’s right.”

Insurance was a bit of a catchphrase, but in the current situation, I couldn’t think of a substitute for that word.

“The manager?”

The manager also told me to come along, but why did he come alone?

“Oh. They say it’s a little late because they have to take out documents related to the manager’s grades. You are doing it first.”

That’s cool…

Taesu-nim’s personality, I thought that there was a very high chance of a jump, so I took a deep breath and gave the order.

“Come on. Ji Eun-ah. We have a special teacher for you today.”

I stretched out her arm and pulled Sihwa’s shoulder toward me.

“…I’m going to owe you this. Choi In-wook.”

“It’s still good.”

Even if I said that, I thought that I was very fortunate in that Sihwa accepted my proposal.

The result of what I taught.

Lee Ji-eun was a genius.

My previous life. Maybe he was more talented than I was, and the speed at which he absorbed techniques didn’t make sense.

After thinking about what kind of training method would be the most effective for her, I finally came to her conclusion that fighting against strong people of various kinds would be very helpful.

In that context, I thought that the confrontation with Sihwa could be a stepping stone for a leap forward.

Of course, with Lee Ji-eun’s skills, of course, it would be suffocating, but that was something to consider.

Originally, growth is accompanied by pain.

“Haha… sweetie.”

Sihwa looked at Ji-eun with her eyes as if she was looking at her young nephew.

“What is a baby? Being the same age.”

“If that’s true, you’ll want to call me her sister.”

“Who knows. Will I be your sister?”

Sihwa laughed at the author’s provocation as if it was ridiculous.

“Sleep. Let the author prepare his weapons now.”

She doesn’t have to do Dalian by mouth.

The center of the vacant lot, which was recently used for a little more intense training.

Lee Ji-eun and Yoo Shi-hwa.

The two were facing each other.

“Are you both ready?”

“…This doesn’t help to develop a sense of practicality.”

“Let’s start quickly. It’s annoying.”

As I swiped her arm that was raised above her head from top to bottom, the author rolled her feet with all his might.

“…Choi Inwook taught me well.”

B-ranks, the author leaped at a speed that could not be imitated by her, but Sihwa did not take any defensive stance.

She was rather slowly scanning her movements as if she were a director who evaluated her.

“You. I’m so unlucky.”

The same black magic began to cover the sword god.

Chang!

The blade and the blade collided, making a clear sound.

However, unlike the sound, the impact of her attack was considerable.

Huge trees shook, and leaves fell to the ground.

“Chit.”

Seeing the appearance of Sihwa in which even her bangs were not disturbed at all, Lee Ji-eun chose her breathing as if it were a pity.

“Choi Inwook.”

Sihwa turned her neck slightly and looked at me, looking at me with her curious eyes.

“I remember that he was not interested in properly nurturing disciples.”

Certainly, when I was on active duty, I was so busy with my work that I didn’t even notice anything like nurturing juniors.

Raising disciples was all I thought about doing once I became a grandfather in the future.

“Oh. Is your little one okay?”

I answered her with a sly smile.

“Concentrate. Yoo Shihwa!”

The author frowned as if she was dissatisfied with the poem and talking in a quiet atmosphere.

The author’s attack this time was completely different from the previous one.

That’s…

At the tip of the sharp sword, black magic began to concentrate on one point.

…A technique I showed her to practice a while ago.

At that time, it was difficult to even maintain a single point, so maybe I practiced in a place I couldn’t see?

The dots on the tip of her sword eventually created a single line.

Sihwa’s eyes widened as if she was surprised by the attack of an author who had a higher level than she thought.

Unlike the last time, when there was no movement, Sihwa pulled her feet back and twisted her body.

A single black flash passed far beyond the place where Sihwa had stood.

“Wow… look at this.”

Sihwa chuckled as if it was fun.

“This is the perfect little Choi In-wook.”

Sihwa’s eyes changed.

And I knew what that meant.

“At that time, I was very upset because I couldn’t win, but I need to get my anger out after a long time.”

She spins her spear round and round.

The bluish mana began to expand more and more.

“What are you talking about?”

Her author asked her as if she did not understand.

“It’s just an old story.”

You Shihwa. Aren’t you supposed to tell the kid that I graduated high school?

If I were to calculate it in real time, I wonder if I still have in my mind what happened more than 10 years ago.

But why do my anxious premonitions always come true?

The magic of Sihwa has achieved the shape of a giant shark.

The height of the 2nd floor of the apartment was as high as possible, and the author’s face turned white.

“You are right instead. Disciple.”

With those words, the sharp teeth of her shark swallowed the author as it was.

“Hey. Yoo Shihwa!”

In the end, it was me who managed to reach out her hand to counteract her attack.