Turning

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Chapter 790

"Now that I can control my power as needed, I thought things were going well. But now I see a new wall in front of me. Oh dear. The path of training never ends."

Indeed, the abilities of Reneve and Cyregina were too valuable to be overlooked. Kanna seemed to think the same.

"I casually asked them, and both expressed a desire to remain in the Cavalry if possible. Cyregina's punishment, I hear, is likely to be greatly reduced. Until it's completely resolved, it seems wise to contract them in a general employment capacity with the Cavalry, supporting their livelihood for stability."

"Mm."

"I'm thinking of tempting them to come to the capital headquarters while they're here. It's just a hunch, but I don't think they'd refuse."

For her, who now planned perfect tasks without needing to speak, Yuder promised to devise a new training regimen that she could do alongside her work.

"Wow... really? Ha-ha... Yuder creating a special training regimen just for me... That's... really nice. Ugh, ugh."

Their conversation continued in low tones until they entered the underground, where it ceased as if on cue.

"Hello, you two. You're going in, aren't you?"

Reneve, who they had just been discussing, sat in front of the only entrance to the underground, greeting them. She was comfortably seated in a rocking chair, knitting with tri-colored yarn, a gift from Cavalry members who felt indebted to her.

The items were plain and unimpressive compared to the luxurious ones in the room where she had stayed in the illegal fighting ring, but Reneve was said to be genuinely delighted with them.

"You seem to have had a hard time, too. Aren't you tired?"

"Not at all. I can maintain this even in my sleep."

Reneve shook her head and smiled brightly in response to Kanna's question.

"I want to help, so don't worry and go ahead, both of you."

Yuder nodded silently, passing her and crossing the 'boundary'.

As he did, the air shifted, perceptible only to Awakeners, and his body suddenly felt heavy. He had entered Reneve's Awakener ability-suppression area.

The place, once a noble's mansion, had solemn yet elegant corridors and several closed doors. Inside, those captured in the recent battle were held separately.

Several members, staying underground for surveillance and investigation, recognized them and nodded in greeting. Kanna greeted them first, then led Yuder to a room not far from the entrance.

That was where Hosanna was.

"I'll be waiting outside, Yuder. After a while, I'll send a signal and come in."

Leaving Kanna's reassuring words behind, Yuder knocked on the door. A thin voice soon invited, "Come in."

"..."

"Ah... you've arrived."

Hosanna, sitting on the bed, stood up awkwardly to greet him. Despite knowing from Kanna that Yuder would visit that evening, his face was extremely rigid.

His pale, strained complexion hinted at more than mere awkwardness and tension; there was a certain gravitas.

'After all, we haven't really seen each other alone since the early days of him waking up.'

Despite this, Hosanna had requested to meet with Yuder. There surely had to be a reason for it.

Yuder quietly moved forward, pulling a chair closer to sit down. It was a position suitably distant yet directly facing the other.

"Traveling all the way here from the capital must have been quite taxing. How do you feel?"

"Why... Why are you suddenly speaking in that manner?"

"Whether I like it or not, since the Cavalry has received assistance from you, it seems only right to start with due courtesy."

Seeing Yuder attempt to speak with politeness, Hosanna looked startled, as if a rigorous interrogation had begun.

"Please, don't do that. Just, just speak as you usually do."

"Well, if that makes you more comfortable."

Only then did Hosanna heave a sigh, running a hand over his chest.

"So, how do you feel?"

"I’m... I’m alright."

"Do you think your powers have recovered to any extent?"

"I... I’m not sure. I feel like I’m continually recovering, but powers aren’t something quantifiable..."

Yuder, treating him as a novice Awakener struggling to gauge his own abilities, stretched out all ten fingers.

"Alright. Then, if the farthest distance you could travel before was equivalent to ten fingers, how far do you think you can travel now, in comparison?"

Hosanna, who had been looking fearfully at Yuder’s hand, slowly lifted seven fingers of his own.

"...About this much."

'Seventy percent of the original capacity. Whether he can recover further is uncertain, but with proper preparation, he might be able to traverse the continent,' Yuder thought, nodding without revealing his thoughts.

"Understood. If you notice anything unusual, make sure to tell me. And, I heard you wanted to speak with me."

"Ah..."

Finally, the heart of the matter. Hosanna took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily before lifting his head.

"I presume you already know, but the reason I helped the Cavalry and came here is... I heard there was a serious issue between Nahan and the sage... Is that really true?"

Yuder, noticing that Hosanna no longer referred to the sage with the same ease, began to speak.

"What difference does it make whether I say it's true or someone else does? You'll either believe it or not, regardless of who says it."

Hosanna's fist, resting on his knee, trembled with tension, but his voice was clear, as if practiced for a long time.

"No. You saved me. So, there is a difference."

"You remember that?"

"I do. You did something to my body. It was painful... but I know that suddenly, strength surged through me, and I became conscious."

Hosanna surprisingly remembered the events surrounding him waking from a coma well.

"You could have just left me to die, but you didn't. There must have been a reason for saving me."

"..."

"I... I thought maybe you found my powers useful and that's why you saved me. And now, having regained my abilities, I’ve shown my worth to the Cavalry... So, I guess..."

Just when it seemed he was speaking well, his spirit began to wane once again upon making eye contact with Yuder. Observing this, Yuder leaned back a bit more comfortably in his chair.

"So, you think I valued your abilities highly enough to want to keep you alive, and that makes me more trustworthy than others. In return for proving your usefulness, you want to trade for the truth. Is that what you mean?"

Hosanna nodded faintly.

"Okay. Well, to answer your question as you wish, all the news you've heard is true."

"Ah...."

A sigh of regret unknowingly escaped from Hosanna's lips, tense with anxiety.

"Then, is Nahan... really still alive? And what about the sage?"

To Yuder's observation, Hosanna wasn't asking out of ignorance. He genuinely sought assurance from Yuder.

"As far as we know, Nahan is presumed to have headed south, but his condition is likely not good. The last eyewitnesses who saw him reported severe injuries. The sage, after confronting Nahan in the capital, proceeded south with the aid of Duke Diarca and the Crown Prince. He should arrive soon."

Hosanna bit his lip so hard it seemed he might draw blood.

"Why has this happened? The sage was a devoted protector... why would he turn against Nahan?"

Yuder hesitated to provide that answer, but if confirmation was needed...

While Hosanna seemed considerably free from the sage's influence, it was uncertain if he could fully comprehend the following truth. Yet, Yuder looked into his eyes and spoke candidly.

"The sage and Nahan's goals were likely different from the beginning. Despite maintaining the status quo without a word, the moment they could grasp their true objectives, the truth emerged."

"..."

"A time like this was bound to come. That much I can assure you."

In his past life, the Star of Nagran had also faced a division and eventual downfall due to internal strife.

Though Hosanna didn't fully grasp the underlying meaning of Yuder's words, he seemed to sense the peculiar certainty in them. Gasping for breath, he bowed his head, clutching his garment, and murmured in a barely audible voice.

"If I... if I further aid the Cavalry... can they save Nahan?"

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In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

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By chance, Kang Mu-heon encountered it and began a new life as the mage Kapros, facing unexpected meetings, reunions, and days of change....

***

"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no time to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a moment, but he was desperate.

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

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'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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[BL] Cloudless Sky

Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'