The Heroine Stole My Regression-Chapter 110
“Haa... haa....”
“Huff...”
Both of us were breathing hard, lungs filled to their limits.
One side of the training hall was completely torn apart, and Yu Hana’s sword was broken—completely snapped.
Of course, not the Camellia Sword.
To be honest, I was surprised.
The sparring duel was, after all, meant to be a mana-restricted test of swordsmanship skills.
That’s what Yu Hana had meant by “sparring.”
And within those limits, her mastery of the Flower Butterfly Sword had far exceeded my expectations.
It was incredibly close.
The technique I had honed over ten years—
A student who had learned it for only a few months had caught up right under my chin.
“...What the hell did she do during closed-door training?”
I let out a breathy laugh as I gasped for air.
Yu Hana lay on the floor, trying to catch her breath.
Her martial uniform was slightly slipping off her shoulder.
Sweaty strands of hair clung to her cheek, and the damp fabric stuck tightly to her body.
The front of her uniform was loosely tied, her upper chest rising and falling evenly with every inhale.
The sight was... borderline sensual.
“I lost...”
Yu Hana said, still panting.
Instead of replying, I walked over and sat beside her slowly.
Her forehead glistened with sweat, the discarded sheath lay on the floor, and the heat in the air hadn’t yet cooled.
Amid it all, Yu Hana gave a faint smile and extended her wrist.
“Here.”
Then, with a bright grin, she added:
“Disqualify me.”
Her tone had shortened. She was no longer disciple Yu Hana—but student Yu Hana.
“There’s no need to be disqualified, is there?”
I meant it. Winning or losing wasn’t important.
What I had wanted to see was the depth of her technique—and that, I had felt plenty.
It was a shame to let Yu Hana get disqualified so soon.
“No. Disqualify me. That’s why I challenged you.”
I smiled at her words.
Her technical skill had been more than proven.
She was more serious, more diligent, and more prepared than anyone I’d seen.
My decision was made.
The unwavering gaze she held throughout the duel—filled with nothing but will.
When she’s allowed to use mana freely, I can’t wait to see how strong she becomes.
With this... the selection is complete.
“Hana.”
Still lying down, Yu Hana blinked slowly and looked up at me.
“Huh?”
“Do you have plans for summer break?”
“No. Probably training with my father...”
“Then tell your father. Training’s canceled.”
“Huh?”
I gave a short laugh.
“Come with me somewhere during summer break. You know, something like a trip.”
In that moment—
Her eyes widened. Her lips parted slightly.
And her face flushed red.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak—
Beep.
I tapped her watch with my finger.
“See you later.”
[10 pt!]
As the disqualification registered, a soft glow spread across Yu Hana’s body.
“W-Wait! Where? What kind of trip? Overseas? China? America?!”
Yu Hana flailed and shouted as her body began to fade.
But her silhouette soon scattered like mist.
“...How did she guess?”
The trip was to China.
I caught my breath and checked the timer.
[Time remaining until team switch: 12:21]
We’d been sparring for over thirty minutes.
“Time to move.”
I exited the training hall.
Next stop—the front of the Heavenly Martial Pavilion, our rendezvous point.
***
Cheon Yeoul casually tossed a question toward Yoon Chaeha as they walked side by side.
“How many did you get?”
“Five.”
“I got seven.”
“...So?”
They had met in the middle of the exam.
Their spawn points were close, and both were heading to the agreed rendezvous location.
Current time—five minutes before team switch.
Knowing Jeong Haein’s punctuality, they had to start moving.
“......”
“......”
They said nothing, but their steps fell in sync.
Then—a deafening explosion shattered the silence.
BOOM!
A blast echoed from far down the mountain ridge, rising with black smoke.
From the size of the explosion, it clearly wasn’t the work of ordinary students.
“What the hell?”
Cheon Yeoul muttered.
At that moment—
Yoon Chaeha’s eyes glinted.
She activated A Priori.
She read the flow of space.
The center of this disturbance—
Yoon Chaeha whispered under her breath.
“...Yu Serin.”
Yu Serin was directly ahead of them.
Apparently, some students from the defense team had gone after her without knowing who they were dealing with.
“Let’s take another route,” Yoon Chaeha said quietly.
Jeong Haein had warned them. Avoid Yu Serin at all costs. Even if they ran into her—walk away.
Especially if you were on offense. Then, no matter what—run.
But Cheon Yeoul didn’t stop walking.
“Hm...”
She simply smirked and tilted her head.
It was already too late to turn back.
Jeong Haein was always exactly on time. He could already be waiting.
And Yu Serin?
She had no data on her.
In the previous timeline, Yu Serin had been killed early by the Guildmaster of Lotus.
Sure, if Jeong Haein says she’s strong, she probably is—but still, it rubbed her the wrong way.
‘How strong could she be?’
Lately, it felt like she was constantly being tested—like someone kept wagging their tail at him.
Cheon Yeoul’s instincts were sharp.
“...I’m just gonna go.”
She declared.
And honestly, Yoon Chaeha didn’t feel too differently.
She had improved since meeting Jeong Haein, but by nature, she was extremely stubborn.
Besides, lately, she’d been growing annoyed by how close Yu Serin kept getting to him.
“...Me too.”
Their eyes met.
An odd spark passed between them.
Surprisingly, they understood each other in that moment.
Both smirked slightly.
And without another word, they headed straight toward the chaos.
***
[Time remaining until team switch: 00:30]
When I arrived at the Heavenly Martial Pavilion, my watch showed just thirty seconds left.
But the two people I was waiting for were nowhere in sight.
“Where the hell are they?”
All that fuss about meeting up, and now they don’t even show on time?
The offensive team would be pouring in soon.
I had to move toward the boss before it was too late.
Target #1: Do Hanseong.
He was stationed behind the mountain behind the pavilion.
A Silver Bell boss—taking him down would earn a lot of points.
Actually, there was a bigger threat than the offense team.
Yu Serin.
As a Black Bell, she could move freely without being tied to any area.
Right then, my watch buzzed with an alert.
[Team switch initiated.]
[Current Participants]
[Blue Team: 184] VS [White Team: 248]
[Score Update]
[380 pts] VS [660 pts]
[Team switch will begin in 5 minutes.]
Just as I expected.
I had figured maybe two White Team members would be eliminated.
Probably idiots who attacked a boss and got flattened.
Congratulations on being the first fallen warriors.
And then, the elimination list popped up.
On the Blue Team side—aside from Yu Hana, they were mostly names I didn’t even recognize.
Probably all low-ranked.
I opened the White Team elimination list, out of habit.
Who the hell was it?
Which two geniuses decided to poke a boss for no reason?
[Rank 4 – Cheon Yeoul]
[No Rank – Yoon Chaeha]
“...”
I rubbed my eyes.
I wanted to believe I’d misread it.
“...What?”
I even said it out loud.
So much for all that harmony lately.
Went out like besties, huh?
“What the hell did they even do...”
And Gaon, in its usual considerate way, answered my question.
It even displayed the reason for their disqualification.
[Reason: Boss]
Because they were attackers, every boss was unrestricted.
But even then—there weren’t many instructors who could take both of them out that cleanly.
...Only one came to mind.
“...Yu Serin.”
The memory surfaced.
Their expressions when I warned them about her.
Both had looked dubious.
‘Okay, I’m listening—but I’m not gonna actually do anything about it.’
Exactly that kind of vibe.
I slowly nodded.
“Serves them right.”
I muttered as I shook my head.
Yu Serin was a Black Bell. That didn’t mean she attacked unprovoked.
You’d either have to overlap paths with her deliberately—or strike first.
Either way... if you got eliminated, it was on you.
I ditched my plan to go after Do Hanseong.
“...Haa.”
Too tiring to do this alone. No need to.
[140 PT]
“Time to use this.”
I opened the hidden shop on my watch and marked the location.
Time to spend some points.
Resurrection?
“Nope.”
I didn’t feel like it anymore.
I muttered under my breath.
“Just take a nice long nap.”
***
“Ahaha!! AHAHAHAHA!!”
Laughter loud enough to shake the entire space.
In the outer zone, where dozens of eliminated students gathered—
A large screen continued streaming the live battlefield footage.
In front of it, Yu Hana clutched her belly, laughing like a maniac.
“Serves you right!”
She pointed back and forth between the two of them, lips curled in ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) mockery.
“You charged in like total badasses, huh? And now you’re besties in failure~”
Cheon Yeoul pressed her lips tightly together.
Yoon Chaeha turned her head away.
They had nothing to say.
They hadn’t expected Yu Serin to be that strong.
Both stared silently at the massive screen.
There, Jeong Haein was shown heading toward the hidden point.
“...Haein will revive us,” Cheon Yeoul muttered.
Yoon Chaeha nodded beside her.
The eliminated students had been told by the moderators: if they were lucky, they might get revived.
“Yeah, sure,” Yu Hana said casually, arms crossed.
“You two set a meeting and everything, then totally ignored him, charged ahead, and got yourselves knocked out—”
She smirked.
“And you think he’s going to bring you back?”
Cheon Yeoul and Yoon Chaeha didn’t respond.
They stared at the screen, biting their lips quietly.
Because there was nothing to say.
Yu Hana grinned in triumph—and went for the kill.
“Wouldn’t he rather revive me, the one going on a summer vacation with him?”
“What?!”
Their heads snapped toward her at the same time.
Yu Hana blinked innocently.
Chapter 110
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