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    Nickname: <strong>Eom Gil-dong’s Right Hand</strong>.


    He was far too skilled to merely consider himself a fan of Eom Gil-dong.


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    <li>Why is someone like you under Eom Gil-dong?</li>


    <li>Seriously.</li>


    <li>You''d be better than Eom Gil-dong if you started your own broadcast.</li>


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    He knew it too.


    He knew he was stronger than Eom Gil-dong.


    “You don’t know a thing about Eom Gil-dong, do you? He’s an extraordinary guy.”


    Even so, the reason he acknowledged Eom Gil-dong and called himself his right hand was because of Eom Gil-dong’s strong spirit and perseverance, never afraid of failure or defeat.@@novelbin@@


    <em>‘I once thought that a talented person could never be defeated by someone average.’</em>


    In reality, he had expertise in swordsmanship.


    He believed that himself, and he had made swordsmanship his profession.


    But that was a foolish misconception, a frog in a well.


    There were many wells in the world.


    Outside of that well, there were many strong individuals he had never known.


    The technique he had painstakingly honed after a long period of fasting and practice was observed with interest by someone, who, in less than ten seconds, had perfectly copied it.


    <ul>


    <li>This way seems better to use, doesn’t it?</li>


    <li>!!!</li>


    <li>Right?</li>


    <li>Did you just… copy my sword technique?</li>


    <li>Yep. It was fun. A pretty interesting technique. Sometimes it’s not bad to join tournaments like this just for fun. Oh, and by the way, that’s apliment.</li>


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