The twentieth day of the seventh month of the year 7020 in the calendar of the Founding Emperor.
In the headquarters of the Blood Sword Squad, in the dining hall.
All members were sitting, eating, and discussing anything.
And on a table in the center of the hall, Jin and Peter were playing chess!
Peter spoke while trembling: "Captain, I told you that I master the game of Go, not chess."
Jin moved a piece, approaching the King; he was about to win the round.
Jin smiled, a very suspicious smile: "Hey you, you have two choices. First, you win the round and the squad will eat Kimchi until the end of the month. Second, you lose and…"
Jin raised the whip and smiled in a way that called for concern: "Hahaha, you're going to need a new backside."
Someone shouted: "Whip him, Captain!" Another shouted: "This brat does nothing but sleep, he deserves this!"
And much of this shouting—Peter had brought this upon himself; no one told him to sleep all day.
Peter made a move while at the peak of tension. Jin responded with another move and… Checkmate!
Jin grabbed the whip, and cheers rose demanding Peter be whipped.
Peter hid behind Song: "Please no, Song, please stop him."
Song looked for moments: "Hmm, if I try to defend you, he will whip me with you. Goodbye."
Someone entered the hall before Peter could be struck.
Jin looked at him with a frown: "Who are you, hey?"
The young man who entered looked in shock, scanning the scene for a bit: the squad captain torturing a member, the rest of the members cheering, and the vice-captain holding a phone.
The young man thought: What is this crazy squad? And is that a phone? What is he doing with it here?
Jin stepped before him in the blink of an eye and spoke with a kind smile (not kind at all): "Friend, will you speak or shall we put you in the place of this fat one?"
The young man replied nervously: "Ah, ah, Sir Elder, the Council of Elders has given you an order to head to the Mount Hua Sect."
The squad members shouted: "Finally, a fight!" Another: "We will see the results of those trainings."
Jin looked back, distress reflected on his face, and spoke coldly: "Do not do anything. I will go alone."
After a long time, in the mountains of the Mount Hua Sect lands before sunset.
Jin arrived before the main headquarters of the sect.
Jin stood on a high vantage point looking at the place, distress appearing on his face in a suffocating way.
The youth went there quickly, standing on the roof of the building before all those present.
He spoke quietly: "Is your Sect Leader here?"
All those present froze in their places, and astonishment swept over them.
: "How did he get there? No one felt him!"
: "Who is this person? I cannot measure his strength!"
Someone shouted: "He is from the Demonic Sect!"
Everyone prepared to attack. In that moment, Jin sighed deeply, then…
His aura exploded! It was not the Dragon aura this time, but the aura of the Heavenly Demon arts!
A heavy, bloody aura; a distorted black specter was reflected behind him, and he spoke in a sharp tone.
Jin: "Are you fools? I do not want random fights. Bring me any of your elders immediately."
After a short while, a small table was placed in the center of the courtyard. Jin sat on a chair, and before him sat one of the Great Elders of Mount Hua. The audience stood poised around them, and the swords of the two elders rested on the table.
The Elder thought:
What is this? How could no disciple feel his presence? How can he be so light in presence?
Is it possible that he is the talent the entire Murim is talking about?
Jin was holding a cup of tea; he sipped from it then spoke: "Yes, what you are thinking is correct. I am the Twelfth Elder."
The Elder replied: "Do you not fear that the tea might be poisoned?"
Jin went silent for a bit while looking at the cup between his hands, then spoke with a strange calmness.
"I do not expect a sect that values honor like yours to have a poison strong enough to kill me. I have spent a long time consuming poisons in everything."
Jin raised his eyes to the Elder with a look that called for concern: "I do not expect you to be able to kill me in this manner."
Silence prevailed for a bit while the Elder focused on the youth, then he spoke: "What brought you here alone? Is that confidence or arrogance?"
Jin replied: "I do not want to talk much. Anyway, a short while ago, some disciples of yours killed some members of our sect. Can you bring them here if they are present?"
The Elder looked in wonder while thinking: What is this young man? Does he have enough confidence to be in this situation and not worry? And why does he speak with his enemies in a polite tone?
Some time passed, and nine people appeared before them.
The Elder: "Here they are. What do you want from them?"
Jin poured another cup of tea, sipped from it, and spoke: "You killed some sons of our sect. What caused that?"
One of the disciples spoke: "Because they were spies."
Jin replied: "And is that a sufficient reason?"
Another disciple replied: "They fought us with true killing intent without hesitation. Do you want us to die without resistance?"
Jin looked and replied after a bit of silence: "Hmm, yes, you are right. You could not have done otherwise."
One of the disciples shouted at him: "You sick bastard, why do you speak with all this arrogance?"
Jin went silent for a bit while looking at the cup, then… the Dark Aura exploded!
A crushing aura that suffocated the ordinary disciples and terrified the advanced ones.
The Elder almost stood up; Jin raised his hand before him and messaged him telepathically: Stop. If you want to fight me now, I have no problem with dying, but you will not bear the losses.
He looked at that disciple and pointed his hand toward him, then clenched his fist.
[Pain - Fifth Circle of Black Magic]
[Shadow Bind - Dark Magic]
That young man screamed in a terrifying way before all those present; terror struck all their hearts from this scene.
And their thought was of one thing: He is using magic!
Jin spoke in a terrifying tone: "Perhaps I could forgive you for raising your voice before me, but do you not even respect your own Sect Elder?"
Jin moved his hand and snapped the young man's neck before everyone. The Elder looked in shock; nevertheless, he did not move and decided to return the same amount of respect to this monster before him.
Jin calmed down and messaged the Elder telepathically: It is not your right to grieve for him, Elder. He did not even appreciate your presence.
Then he looked at them and continued: "So, what if they were just spies and did not intend to fight? Would you kill them too?"
One of them replied: "There is no person in your sect who does not want to kill."
Jin replied: "Why? Are they not human? Do they not have families?"
Another person answered: "There cannot be a normal human in the Sect."
Jin looked with disappointment: "What childish thinking. Does everyone truly look at life with such shallowness?"
He asked in a loud voice: "Does none of you intend to reconsider the matter of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"
No one replied to him; the answer was clear without words.
The youth turned his gaze back to the Elder, sighed deeply and said: "Elder, if I wanted a loud fight, I would have attacked with my squad. However, I know that you are not bad people."
Disappointment was reflected on the Elder's features as well; he knew what was going to happen: "So?"
Jin stood up and gripped the scabbard of his sword, looking at the Elder: "Blood for blood."
The Elder went silent for a bit: "Yes. Blood for blood."
Jin looked at the eight fighters: "Fellows, carry your weapons. If you are to die, die with honor."
All those present shouted in protest, and blame and rebuke rained down on the Elder. The Elder replied in a sad tone:
"If you wish to change the decision, then go ahead. But think of the scale of the damage before that."
Jin looked at them again: "I told you… carry your swords. Now, attack me… all of you at the same time."
The fighters drew their swords. Despite witnessing his power… they did not expect the scale of what he was hiding.
Five attacked without hesitation and with overwhelming killing intent at the same time, while three were surrounded by hesitation and anxiety.
Then… the youth gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
He raised his gaze to them, then closed his eyes. Then… seven seconds.
All sounds disappeared. The audience was paralyzed. As for the Elder, he was looking at the chair before him, regret controlling his face. As for the fighters…
Five corpses… cut with terrifying precision and sharpness.
The youth opened his eyes and stood before the three remaining. He had cut the hands of two of them. He asked them with a shaky voice:
"Do… do you have families?"
Two of them answered: "Yes." The last one answered: "My entire family was killed at the hands of your sect."
Jin looked at this young man for a bit, his expressions extinguished, and told him: "I am sorry… had I been there… I would have prevented that."
And he cut off that fighter's head.
He flicked the blood off the sword then sheathed it quietly. He spoke in a calm tone:
"I am sorry… but sometimes… evil can prevent a greater evil."
And the youth left the place after a terrifying situation that defied logic, like all of his fights.
And his coming questions were of a type that would elude him no matter what he did.