Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 261

The most important part of syncing during choreography—

—is not hesitating.

If both sides move like flowing water, hits during an action scene hurt less.

But even a moment’s hesitation often led to serious injury.

There was a reason why directors often shouted things like, “Just hit him! Do it hard!”

If the blocking was clearly laid out, what mattered was acting immediately.

That was the only way to reduce the risk of injury during an action scene.

But that’s easier said than done.

Normally, people hesitate when it comes to hitting another person.

Let alone hitting someone just for the sake of acting?

A person you don’t even have any personal grudge against?

It was natural to feel reluctant.

However—

Crack!

The Korean Spirit stunt team was currently in a situation far from normal.

Was it because the blade wasn’t sharpened?

The 2.5kg sword slammed down onto the floor, asserting its presence.

“Aren’t you here to kill me? Isn’t this supposed to be a fight to the death?”

Wait—was this really acting?

For a second, the Korean Spirit team couldn’t help but wonder.

Maybe this was all a dream.

Maybe this wasn’t a performance—maybe this was real.

How else could something feel this alive?

“Which one of you was planning to put a sword to my throat?”

Kim Donghu—

No, the moment Musashi finished speaking, the chill that ran through them—

Was it because of the winter air, or was it his sheer presence?

Probably the latter.

The Korean Spirit team, more tense than ever, began to move their bodies into formation,

relying on the endless rehearsals they had drilled.

Just like in the script.

Just like in the directing notes.

They slowly began closing in, surrounding Musashi.

And then—

“Was it you?”

Thud!

The stuntman at the very front clashed swords with Musashi.

The clash of two prop swords.

There shouldn’t have been any sparks, and yet it felt like there were.

What the hell is this strength...?!

The stuntman who crossed blades with him felt like he was dying.

Even though he knew Musashi was holding back—

The level of that “controlled” strength was still overwhelming.

He summoned strength he didn’t even know he had just to keep holding the line.

So after this, I take two steps back and move into the next beat, right?

Normally, you’d pull back gently so as not to disrupt the balance of power.

But in this situation, there was no need for that kind of consideration.

Chuk, chuk.

He had to actively brace himself just to avoid being knocked down.

As the stuntman was pushed back according to the planned choreography,

Musashi immediately hurled himself at the next person without hesitation.

One versus many.

To handle that kind of situation, you either fight in a tight space—

Or you create chaos. Musashi chose the latter.

Like a spinning top—

The short sword in Musashi’s left hand tore through his enemies’ thighs.

Slash!

Bodies collapsed.

Thud!

In the middle of it all, a blade stabbed into Musashi’s body.

But because of the short distance, it didn’t do much damage.

It wasn’t even worth reacting to—he could just keep swinging.

While everyone else was reeling in pain—

Slick.

Musashi’s eyes gleamed.

It’s not a strictly defined style of swordsmanship.

What mattered were just two things: precision and application.

What mattered were just two things:

Precision and application.

How freely can you wield two swords?

How definitively can you kill your opponent?

Tap.

He let go of the long sword in his right hand.

Any tool that wasn’t useful in the current situation was discarded without a second thought.

A sword wasn’t the soul of a warrior.

It was just a tool for cutting down people.

Slice.

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What remained was the short sword in his left hand—and the freedom of his right.

He drew enemies in close during the chaos of close-quarters combat—

And calmly drove the short blade into their throats.

One by one, he cut them down.

Killing, and killing again.

There was no stopping it.

Differences in weight class, differences in strength.

And the ability to dominate the space.

All of it blended together into pure chaos.

They couldn’t even push him back by swarming him.

How could a human being hope to restrain that kind of brute force?

No, but seriously—isn’t this too much?

He doesn’t feel like a person. It’s like he’s a different species.

This isn’t acting... I really need to break my fall, or I might get flung.

The stuntmen’s panic was written all over their faces.

In contrast, Musashi kept silently plunging the short sword into enemy throats.

A perfect, lethal strike.

And as he kept killing again and again—

Eventually, only one figure remained before him.