When Yang Woobin threw a stone at her, Jin Sejeong was shocked for the second time in her life.
She had never imagined that she would encounter a superhuman of her age in a place like this.
And a male superhuman at that!
Of course, during the period of awakening, there was no distinction between male and female, and if one was born into a prestigious family, awakening as a superhuman was an inevitable fate.
It was not strange at all for a family to have a male superhuman.
But if that male superhuman was only ten years old, then the story changed entirely.
A superhuman of my age…
It was a scientifically proven fact in superhuman studies that the earlier one awakened, the greater their potential.
Even if male superhumans were incomparably weaker than female superhumans, the fact remained that an early awakening allowed them to become stronger—regardless of gender.
That was why, when Yang Woobin hurled the stone with strength, Jin Sejeong was so stunned that she couldn’t even think to block or dodge it.
But that was as far as her momentary surprise went.
“Let’s head to the training hall for a match. I’ll knock all those useless thoughts right out of your head.”
“What are you talking about…?”
“I’m saying I’ll wear you out so much that trivial distractions won’t even have a chance to enter your mind.”
At those words, Jin Sejeong felt her mind clear, and her once-shaken heart settled.
A man had just provoked her—not just any female superhuman, but Jin Sejeong, a natural-born genius.
She had received the basics of the Azure Dragon Twelve Blades directly from the head of the Jin family.
His challenge wasn’t just daring—it was so absurd that she didn’t even feel anger.
“I see. Awakening at ten years old would certainly make one this arrogant.
I was like that too. But the difference in strength between men and women is undeniable.
A man can never defeat a woman. If we awakened at the same time, the gap is even more absolute.
A clueless pup needs a proper lesson.”
Jin Sejeong had claimed she didn’t wish for her talent, but that was only because of the cruel circumstances she was in.
In truth, she loved her own talent and took pride in her genius.
And now, a mere boy—whose only achievement was awakening at the same age as her—had the nerve to provoke her, saying he’d wear her out?
“I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m in a bad mood today.
You’re going to regret saying things you can’t handle.”
Like the ten-year-old child she was, Jin Sejeong filled her mind with thoughts of putting Yang Woobin in his place and accepted his challenge.
“You’re using a wooden sword, right? Here.”
Thump.
“…?”
Jin Sejeong caught the wooden sword Yang Woobin tossed at her and frowned as she watched him walk toward the training ground completely unarmed.
He handed his opponent a weapon and chose to fight with bare hands?
“Why aren’t you holding anything?”
She tilted her head in confusion, and Yang Woobin scratched the back of his head awkwardly before replying.
“I never learned how to use anything.”
“…What?”
“I’m a man. They never taught me.
Said men should learn household chores instead. But I do know how to use a knife.
I’m good at cooking. Still, I can’t exactly use a kitchen knife in a fight, can I?
So… bare hands it is.”
“…What?”
Jin Sejeong furrowed her brow—not because Yang Woobin was a weak boy who didn’t even know how to fight but because she couldn’t comprehend why his family had taught him nothing at all.
“You awakened at ten, and from the way you threw that stone earlier, you clearly have a mana core…
And despite such talent, they didn’t teach you anything just because you’re a man?
They only made you learn housework?”
“Oh, so it is weird. Good to know it’s the family that’s strange, not me.
Even a ten-year-old like you can see it. But, well, it’s not that they don’t know—they just don’t want to know.”
Despite his family’s complete neglect of his abilities, Yang Woobin’s expression and voice held no resentment or regret.
He simply spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, as if he had accepted his fate long ago.
And Jin Sejeong hated that.
Because in his resigned expression, she saw herself.
“Ugh, you’re annoying! Why aren’t you angry?
You awakened at the same age as me—if you have that kind of talent, you should be trained properly, even if you’re a guy!”
“Exactly. But what can I do? They won’t teach me. I just have to survive on my own.”
Frustrated like the child she was, she vented her irritation at him.
But Yang Woobin remained as calm as ever.
His complete lack of resistance—his refusal to even try to live a better life—was something she, who had fled to another family just to survive, could never accept.
So, she pointed the tip of her wooden sword at the unarmed Yang Woobin and declared,
“Fine. I won’t waste my breath on a guy who’s already given up on his future.
Instead, I’ll make you take responsibility for those arrogant words you said earlier—about wearing me out or whatever.”
The reason she was angry now wasn’t because of his challenge.
It was because she saw too much of herself in him.
But if she admitted that, then it would just be petty venting.
So instead, she used his own provocation from earlier as a pretext to justify her anger.
“Good. I was wondering when we’d finally get to the fight.”
Even in the face of her childish fury, Yang Woobin remained composed.
And that only made her anger burn even hotter.
“Come on, then. Give it everything you’ve got.”
With that infuriating smirk on his face, he casually curled his fingers toward himself in a taunting motion.
That was the final straw.
Jin Sejeong could no longer hold back—she activated her mana core and charged forward with all her might.
Tsupang!
The support of a superhuman body and mana made the movements of the ten-year-old child as swift as an arrow.
As the distance between them closed in an instant, Jin Sejeong pulled back her sword.
‘Azure Dragon Twelve Blades – First Strike.’
The foundation of the Azure Dragon Twelve Blades was swift and decisive combat.
The swordsmanship was designed to end battles in a single strike.
Because of this, every technique in the Azure Dragon Twelve Blades stemmed from a thrust.
Naturally, the first technique that Jin Sejeong had mastered best was also a thrust.
The moment Yang Woobin stepped into her range, she thrust her blade forward without hesitation.
‘Azure Dragon’s Advance’
The secret sword technique of the Jin family—channeling all the speed and power of her charge into the very tip of her blade.
Like a blue dragon soaring through the sky, her thrust was an unstoppable force, carrying enough destructive power to send Yang Woobin flying the moment it landed.
“Get blown away!”
“I’d rather not.”
But no matter how strong an attack was, if it didn’t land, it was meaningless.
Yang Woobin dodged the fierce, dragon-like thrust simply by twisting his body slightly and stepping forward, perfectly avoiding the attack.
“Huh…?”
Jin Sejeong glanced at her wooden sword, which had slipped past his side, then looked up—only to meet his gaze as he towered over her.
She couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.
‘He dodged? A man? My first strike of the Azure Dragon Twelve Blades—Azure Dragon’s Advance? How…?’
And in a fight, getting distracted by stray thoughts was as good as handing your opponent victory.
“I picked a fight with you to get rid of those pointless thoughts in your head, but here you are, lost in thought in the middle of a fight.”
Yang Woobin immediately swung his leg in a sweeping motion, striking her ankle cleanly.
Thud!
Jin Sejeong tumbled onto the ground from the perfectly executed leg sweep.
Looking down at her, Yang Woobin grinned and declared,
“That’s game. Phew, too easy.”
“Ugh…?”
It was an undeniable, flawless victory.
“HEY! Let’s go again!”
“Oh, looks like you got your energy back.”
For a long while, the little girl lay on the ground, muttering nonsense like “This doesn’t make sense.
No, it can’t make sense. But if it doesn’t make sense, why am I lying down?
It must make sense if I’m lying down. But I’m Jin Sejeong. I’m a genius.
How does it make sense that I lost to a guy?”
It was the mental breakdown of someone who had just had their world shattered.
But then, all of a sudden, she shot up and demanded a rematch.
Normally, this would be the perfect moment to taunt her with something like, “Nah, not worth it~You suck~”, rubbing salt into her wounds for maximum humiliation.
But I hadn’t challenged this little brat to a duel just to mess with her pride.
That was just a bonus.
I had a real goal in mind.
“Alright, let’s go again.”
So I accepted her challenge without hesitation, stepping back onto the training grounds and facing her once more.
“But just fighting over and over is boring and exhausting. Let’s make a bet. First to ten wins takes it all.”
It was time to introduce my real objective.
“A bet?”
She frowned slightly, sensing something was off.
But since she had already lost to me once, she wasn’t in a position to refuse another match—whether it seemed suspicious or not.
So, I decided to be straightforward, like a true man.
“Yeah, a wish bet. The winner gets to make the loser do anything they say.
Until the next duel, at least. Sounds fun, right?”
“A… a wish? Anything the winner says…?”
She hesitated at the word wish.
Of course, knowing that she’d have to obey the victor’s every demand was bound to make her feel uneasy.
But I knew the magic word to break through any hesitation in a single stroke.
Smirking, I looked her in the eye and said,
“Scared?”
“Wha—!? I’M NOT SCARED! LET’S FIGHT, NOW!”
Ha.
This brat is too easy.
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