Return of Mount Hua Sect

Bankruptcy is inevitable, you bastards! (5)

"Um?"

Unsword raised his body and frowned as he saw the bright light coming through the window.

'These guys.'

The laws of volcanoes are quite strict.

In the past, when the teacher-teacher relationship was passed on, the disciple had to wake up earlier than the teacher to wake up the teacher, greet the teacher, and prepare breakfast.

Times have changed and such a teacher-relationship is no longer connected, but it was the custom for those in the Baekmae-gwan to set their turn, wake up Ungeom, the owner of the Baekmae-gwan, and say hello.

But today, no one came to say hello.

"Huh. These guys."

I let it go for a while, but now I'm lazy.

Unsword frowned and stood up from his seat.

The fact that they did not come did not mean that only those who did come were asleep. If there were anyone who was awake, someone would have woken up Moon Anjo. It meant that all the children in the Baekmae-gwan were still asleep.

'Come to think of it.'

I remembered that a new child had entered the Baekmae Kwan yesterday.

"These guys again..."

The sword frowned slightly in his eyes.

I already knew that the kids were doing bizarre things like new ceremonies and stuff. As a teacher, you should have them quit, but children who live in groups need their own bond.

Jo Girl is doing things without knowing the end, but as long as Yoon Jong was present, he would be able to properly organize things before a big problem arises.

However, the fact that the condolences did not arrive on time like this may mean that yesterday's welcome ceremony was a bit radical.

Unsword narrowed his forehead and quickly changed his mind. Putting on a robe, with a sword on his waist, he hurriedly opened the door and went outside.

'For now, I'll have to sting my soul.'

The decisive steps of the Unsword headed towards the Baekmae-gwan.

It was the moment I turned the corner thinking that I had to wake up the sleeping children by screaming the moment I saw the White House.

"go……."

'conflict!'

Unsword, who was about to scream loudly, took a deep breath and stopped, unable to exhale. At the same time, his eyes widen to the size of a candle.

'What, what is this?'

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. A strange sight unfolded before his eyes.

'What. Hell?'

I had a strange thought for a moment, but Ungum suddenly came to his senses.

This is a volcano! So, the scene unfolding right before my eyes is also happening in a volcano.

But I couldn't understand why this scene was unfolding.

You're not looking at anything in vain, are you?

The cloud sword, which even rubbed his eyes, blinked and looked at the view again. However, the appearance did not change in the slightest.

"Huh……."

A desperate moan can be heard in the ears of Unsword, who let out an inconsistent moan, not knowing how to react.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Oh... I'm going to die. Oh my gosh."

“Mom… take me home.”

Ungum stared blankly at the children who groaned.

“……”

Are these really the kids I knew?

Any child is like that. Sometimes his ignorance causes anger, and sometimes his wickedness causes disappointment.

However, children who retain their innocence have a lively feeling that warms the hearts of those who see them.

But in the children in front of them now, there was no sense of vitality.

'What kind of kids are rags.'

Where are all the soft (?) kids he knew, and only the beggar-shaped kids are rolling around?

The Unsword glanced around with terrified eyes.

"Turn it off."

“I’m going to die… I’m really going to die.”

The unsword, which looked closely at the faces of the children lying around, blinked.

'I think my descendants are right?'

little… … . No, the condition deteriorated quite a bit, but those dark things were obviously descendants of Unsword and the celadon ships living in Baekmae-gwan.

'What the hell did you do?'

What do you mean that the kids who were soft until yesterday become stinky all of a sudden?

Wooden swords and pockets were strewn around the raged children.

What else is that?

Fortune teller he knew what he had to do. If his guessing is limited, he doesn't have to roll his head. There are more than a hundred mouths here to answer his questions, don't they?

"Dude, what the hell is this?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his head began to move. The children, who had fallen to the floor and moaned, all looked at the fortune-teller.

The eyes of the half-dead children came to life!

"Household!"

"Master Suk-Suk!"

"Heavenly lord!"

There seemed to be some strange words at the end, but it was clear that the children were welcoming him warmly. Doesn't it seem like she's about to shed even a single tear?

It was unusual for him, whose job was to control the children. No, it's not uncommon, and I think it's the first time I've seen those children welcome so enthusiastically.

"Heh heh heh heh! Sasukjo!"

"Why are you only here now! Why!"

"I missed the boarding house!"

What should I say?

Strangely, every corner of his heart felt proud when the children he had always looked up to warmly welcomed him. An unknown emotion floods in.

However, Ungeom, who soon came to his senses, quickly shook his head.

'Oh, no.'

Now is not the time to impress with something like this.

Look at the children's gossip. It looks as if a war had been waged with dirt and sweat. Seeing the trembling limbs pathetically, the inside of the fortune-sword is about to turn over.

"What the hell is this?"

The children, who looked like they were about to burst into tears while holding their fortunes at any moment, hesitated and did not say anything when the question came down. Just a quick glance backwards.

'Do you notice?'

Unsword's gaze followed the gaze of the children. There, there was Joe Girl, sitting there with his mouth wide open.

"Jogirl?"

“…No. After that.”

"After that?"

The gaze fixed on the jogger turned a little further back.

"Hey, who is that guy?"

The eyes of the Unsword, which seemed impossible to grow bigger, overcame this impossibility and expanded a little more.

'A new guy?'

Did you say your name is Cheongmyung? But what is he doing now?

Ungum tilted his head. Qingming was doing something strange. He is carrying a wooden sword on his shoulder, and there are several large pockets hanging from the wooden sword.

"What's in that pocket?"

"It's not a dirt bag."

"...why the dirt bag?"

I asked, but it seemed like he already knew.

Purple.

Among the behemoths, the unrivaled, dry Sangbeogi hung an earthen bag larger than his head and hung it on his wooden sword and bent over while swaying.

"Uhhhhhhhh."

I felt like my whole body was getting stronger and I was sweating, even to the unsword I was looking at.

As if he was about to fall, he trembled and trembled, balancing himself and standing up.

Touk. Touk.

Beads of sweat dripped down his chin. His whole body was drenched in sweat, so he was spewing steam.

'Isn't that how you die?'

As I watched the reddened face, sprouted tendons and veins, and the face twisted like the devil in hell, the unsword entered my body.

There is no other person in the world who is more determined than me to express the word 'difficult'. Cheongmyung, who stretched out his body, made a sound of pain and bent down again.

'Then you die, ma'am!'

It's not because Fortune is a generous person. In fact, he is a person who pursues stricter training than anyone else. The more you beat it, the harder it gets, and the more you cultivate it, the stronger it gets. He was the one to applaud, far from stopping, if his disciples did a hard practice.

However, even in the eyes of such a fortune teller, the training that Cheongmyeong is currently digesting has gone beyond the limits.

'No, then the reason why these guys have become so rude... … ?'

Are you doing that training together?

"Sa, Sukjo-sama! Please save me."

"This is how you die."

Then I saw that the children's whole body was drenched with sweat. It feels like you are wearing clothes that have been washed quickly without getting wet without drying them. I get goosebumps when I think that all that damp water is sweat.

'Then, wasn't everyone sleeping?'

Are you saying that you have been training since dawn and you are here?

"...Since when have you been like this?"

"It's Myoshicho."

Are you saying you've been doing that for over an hour?

"……Why?"

It was a natural question, but no one answered it. Just

say, 'If you say that, we will die.'

He was just desperately making that face.

'no way?'

No, no. No way.

Does that make sense?

The children here are the three great disciples of Hwasan. Even if the volcano is not what it used to be, they are practicing martial arts. Among the three great disciples, there were many children who had studied martial arts for more than five years. Compared to those who have not mastered martial arts, there is no choice but to count.

But are you saying that these guys are suffering like this because they can't handle that little child?

'Come on, wait.'

Among the three great disciples, Jo Geul, who is famous for her high standing and good skills, has collapsed on the floor and is only breathing.

'Yoon Jong-eun?'

Unsword's eyes quickly found Yoon Jong, the great disciple.

"OMG……."

Objects that appear to have been reincarnated are scattered on the floor.

'Why is he like that?'

Jo-Gul still maintains a human face, but Yoon-Jong is now acting like a human being. Seeing Yoon Jong burying his face in the dirt and holding his buttocks slightly, breathing heavily, tears are likely to well up in his eyes.

"that……."

The sword opened his mouth and then closed it again.

'No, it's good to train.'

Now I know what you did. Isn't it clear when you look at the blueprint? The children must have been doing strength training since dawn.

Although the volcano is said to be a checkpoint that uses speed and splendor as its long-term, basic strength training is performed at the same time. Because the basis of all martial arts begins with the body.

'But what the hell do you mean that children who used to be fine can get out of the crowd in just one hour?'

Unsword raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

When I glanced back at him, all the children were looking at him with bright eyes. It is filled with hope and belief that a fortune teller will solve this situation.

'Don't look at me like that.'

Because it's seriously embarrassing.

"Heh heh heh."

Ungum, who calmed his heart by coughing, turned to Cheongmyeong. First of all, you need to figure out how this is going to work. It is then that you decide how to react.

"Bring that child."

It was the moment when Baek Mae-gwan-ju Ungeom firmly stuck the name 'Cheongmyeong' in his mind.

And the current unsword did not know that the name would become the most important name for the rest of his life.

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