Return of Mount Hua Sect

Is it because of me that the volcano was smashed? (1)

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Ungum's eyes staring at the blue sky were dazed.

'You look like an ordinary kid?'

But this child is by no means an ordinary child.

'Are you really okay?'

The thick uniform is completely soaked with sweat. Even just standing still, sweat drips down his sleeve.

His face, flushed with blood, seemed to explode at any moment, and his legs trembled from how exhausted he was. Even his lips were trembling.

"Oh, would you like to sit down?"

Ungum, who regards manners and norms as his life, unwittingly suggested that Cheongmyeong sit down.

this can't be helped

It's the same logic that makes anyone want to reach out when they see a dog that has been hit by rain. In a nutshell, now, Molgol of Cheongmyeong looks much more pitiful than the dog that got hit by the rain.

"Oh, that's fine. A little more water..."

"Someone go get some water! Now!"

"Yes!"

One of the children, who was noticing slowly, rushed to get water.

"Yeah. That..."

But the sword closed his mouth again.

'What should I ask?'

First of all, I sang, but I don't know where to start. It's the first time I've ever been in such an absurd situation.

"How the hell is this?"

So I had no choice but to ask the obvious.

Cheongmyeong, who received the question from Unsword, glanced around and opened her mouth calmly.

"It's not a big deal."

"……what?"

“From today on, we all decided to exercise together in the morning, but it seems that we exercised a little too much without realizing that it was the first day. It must have happened because everyone was so motivated.”

Are you ambitious?

Ungeom glanced at the children behind Cheongmyeong. The children were desperately waving their hands with their mouths shut.

However, when Cheong-myeong slowly turned her head back, the shaking hands of the children quickly descended.

'Look at this?'

It's absurdly absurd. I don't know how it works, but one thing is certain. All of the three great disciples were very afraid of this one child.

Luck is not a blind person. It's been over ten years since I've only dealt with children. Now, I have reached a point where I can figure out most of the way things are going by just looking at the children rolling their eyes.

No, even if you don't get to that point, it's strange that you don't notice the fact after seeing this scene.

'Those who are called disciples of volcanoes... … .'

Afraid of a newcomer?

Unsword's head was slightly bent to the side.

'No, no.'

Come to think of it, the skills of these children are by no means low. Children of the same age as any military officer would not be able to raise their heads in front of them.

Even if it rots, Junchi is still a volcano.

So, it's not that those kids are pathetic, it's that this guy is weird.

"Did you say morning exercise?"

"Yes that's right."

"this guy."

The fortune teller said firmly.

"Baekmae-gwan has its own rules. Who told you to reduce your bedtime and practice as you please?"

There was no change in the face of Cheongmyeong, even though he tried to mix it with anger. He still maintains a casual new color and opens his mouth as if it's not a big deal.

"Then I won't."

"……Huh?"

"I thought it would be helpful if I practiced. But you said no, so I won't do it."

“……”

Uh, isn't this?

Fortune was slightly perplexed. This is not the reaction he was hoping for.

“Su, you thought that training would be helpful?”

"Yes."

"Why did you think so?"

There is a young look of absurdity in the eyes of Qingming.

"Then won't it help?"

“……”

“……”

A slightly awkward air passed between them.

'Ok.'

The unsword, which made a sound of pain inside, licked his lips. As if he knew all the feelings of such a fate, Cheongmyeong opened his mouth first.

“The martial arts teacher Sa Suk-jo taught me, so that would be enough, but I thought that the disciples had their own way to work hard. All martial arts come from the body, so if you can train the body, it will be helpful to the sword I thought."

That's right.

It was a theory with nowhere to point out.

"You are right."

The Swordsman also graciously admitted that fact.

"One. Can you say that the training that took place under coercion is correct?"

"Coercion?"

Cheongmyung glances back and smiles.

"Ah, Jo Sasuk. How can I force the death penalty on the death row? When I said that I was going to train, I just followed the death penalty because I wanted to be with them."

nonsense.

It was an obvious lie.

However, in order to investigate this lie, it is necessary to say, 'Didn't you bring the death penalty to be intimidated?'

By the way… … .

'I can't say that.'

This is the sound of dying together.

The three great disciples became head-to-heads who were beaten and dragged out yesterday because they couldn't handle a new recruit, and the Unsword became the head-to-head who taught them.

And doesn't Qing Myung become a terrifying villain by beating the death penalty for the youngest subject?

If you say that, everyone will perish.

"that……."

Just as Ungeom was about to find something to say and say, Qingming quickly opened his mouth.

"It can be a good practice as long as it doesn't affect other practices. You should see results in at least a month."

'Oh?'

Although they were discussing training with their mouths, the hidden meaning was a little different.

one month.

That means leave it alone for a month or so. Then you can definitely get results.

'Look at this guy?'

It doesn't sound like a young man's words. Isn't the old-fashioned Ho-in Kang using a way of hiding the meaning in his words?

A fortune-telling sword pierced by a sashimi was implied.

"It's only been a month. It could be. But the practice itself doesn't seem that simple. Can children practice for a month?"

"The will of the executioners is so high that I really want to emulate them. No one complained about it despite the hard training."

I rolled it once, but no one spoke. It's made so that you can't open your mouth, so don't worry.

'No, where did this guy come from?'

While Ungeom can't hide his absurdity, Cheongmyeong turns around and smiles at the three great disciples.

"Isn't that right? Executions?"

"...that, then."

"You can work hard. Work hard."

"...you worked hard today."

Cheongmyung turns around again.

“If the will of the executioners is so high, how can the results of training not be good?”

Their faces are rotting behind them, nigga.

I was stunned and made no sense. But even in the midst of this, the head of the Unsword began to rotate rapidly.

So, the words of Qingming are saying that although a day has passed, he has already completely taken control of the three great disciples, and he will use that power to train them instead of using it for nothing.

And if he had a different mind, it meant that after a month or so, there would be a final decision.

'Great.'

The more you listen, the more absurd it gets. Where did this monster suddenly roll in and subdue the children?

But… … .

'It's not really a bad story from my point of view.'

The biggest problem he has as a master of baekmae is that it is difficult to secure training time.

Volcanoes are always in short supply.

Originally, Baekmae-gwan was not a place he could handle alone. At least ten instructors were needed. But now, there are only three people who are dedicated to helping him to become a Baekmaekwan.

As a result, a day went by just taking care of the children, and his growth as a warrior was stagnant. It was self-evident that it would be of great help to him if he could take full control of the children.

"I'll ask you one more thing."

"Yes."

“It wouldn’t be easy for you either, so what was the reason for starting early in the morning to practice?”

Qingming tilts his head.

“Disciple, I don’t know what Suk-jo-sama means.”

"Well?"

There's no way this kid can't hear what he's saying all of a sudden.

“To enter the volcano means to learn the sword, and to master the sword does not mean to become strong. To become strong, it is natural to practice training. It is the natural duty of a disciple who has received the grace of God.”

"That's right."

"Of course, the teachings given by Suk-joo will make you stronger, but if you put in more effort, I think you can increase the speed. Wouldn't it be natural to save time to sleep in order to work hard enough?"

"……Yes."

It was saying that there was no need for any more reason in the training process.

'I asked what kind of wind came up to receive a new initiation for the man who said he would no longer accept disciples.'

Wouldn't it be worth raising a guy like this?

He hasn't confirmed his talent yet, but if he's this motivated, he'll be able to achieve enough even if he doesn't have talent. And even if you can't become a master of the world, it's good just to have a good influence on other children.

“…the training seemed very difficult, didn’t it?”

"It's the first day, yes."

"Still, it looked difficult."

"The more you roll, the harder it gets."

The corners of the fortune-teller's lips trembled.

'This is a thing.'

Doesn't it fit perfectly with the theory of fortune-telling? If you have a theory like this, I think it would be okay to push it for a while. After all, it was the same in the past that there was a hierarchy that had nothing to do with distribution among children.

"What's important in dealing with the death penalty?"

"It's polite. I will follow the commander's words like heaven."

It means not to despise the superiors too much, and to maintain the hierarchy by respecting the ambassador. I like every answer.

Unsword nodded widely and looked around. Unable to comprehend how things are going, the children stare at the Unsword with trembling eyes.

"Heh heh."

The Unsword, who had blown away the embarrassment with an empty cough, slightly averted his gaze and opened his mouth.

"The fact that you have started training 'voluntarily' since dawn, this private group was very moved."

"Sa, Sookjo!"

"Master!"

A shout of confusion and surprise was heard, but Unsword tried hard to ignore it.

"If you continue training in the future, you will surely achieve good results. This child seems to know the training method well, so try your best."

'ruined.'

'Wow, I'm throwing it away like this.'

'Look at your gaze.'

Despair was young on the faces of the disciples who recognized Unsword's thoughts.

"Then make sure you have a meal before it's too late and come out to the morning training session.

Unsword slowly turned around and stopped.

"Oh!"

Then yes!

Still, I’m a hundred magnifying glass, but I can’t believe I’m throwing away people… … .

"It'll interfere with your training, so you don't have to come to say hello in the morning. Training comes first. Ah, not like that."

Unsword grinned and stroked, turning and walking away.

The disciples hurriedly stretched out their hands without knowing it, but the fortune-sword vanished in vain like a mirage that could not be caught.

“……”

right.

At that moment, a faint cracking sound resounded.

it's blue He turned around slowly. And smiled.

It's obviously a soft smile, but the veins on his forehead make even the meaning of that smile unclear.

“Suk-joo, can you help me?”

“……”

"I'm not saying I'm going to kill even the death penalty. Please go in for a moment before dinner.

“……”

"hurry."

"……Yes."

It was a moment when dreams and hopes disappeared from the volcano.

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