7 days.

That’s how long the Warrior, Park Joon-Min, needed to get used to Kim Seon-Hyeok’s training style. During that week, the Warrior changed beyond recognition.

Previously, he had randomly, and ineffectively, used his Divine powers but now that he was able to freely use it when he wanted, it became much more effective. And his swordsmanship skill that was barely enough to support him became better as time went on, and soon, he was able to deal with the lesser demons without needing to rely on his Divine powers. 

His formerly clumsy image was nowhere to be found.

“Not yet.”

But to Kim Seon-Hyeok, the Warrior was still a rookie and still had a long way to go. 

“More. Fight harder. Make it so that the demons would retreat after merely seeing the glint in your eyes.”

He pushed Park Joon-Min even harder. 

“Anyone who’s holding Balmung can do that. If you’re a warrior, you need to be better and go beyond them.”

“You’re a shame to all warriors.”

“Even if you add up all the demons you’ve dealt with so far, it’ll still only be a small portion of what the Demon King can summon. If you can’t get through this, then you’ll die before you can even face the Demon King.”

Kim Seon-Hyeok never complimented him. As if he had a blade attached to his tongue, he only spat out sharp and acrimonious comments, and each time he did, spite...