Return of Mount Hua Sect

Is it because of me that the volcano was smashed? (2)

"Is that child a horse?"

"Yes. Death penalty."

Unam's face was bizarrely distorted. Ungum tilted his head at Unam's unexpected reaction.

"Did you not know?"

"Can I know?"

"...Huh. I thought Jang Moon-in took the child on purpose. Only if he didn't."

"Isn't there a situation where I don't have enough money to come to Ki-jae? It's a child who walked in on my own feet."

"Because Jang Moon-in said that he was newly inducted..."

The fortune-telling clouded the tip of his speech.

This is a child who was accepted by a long-time writer who said he would no longer accept disciples. So I thought there must be a story behind it. So, even though there was a lot of wind and waves, wasn't that the case?

But Unam really doesn't know.

"Is there something that only Jang Moon-in knows...?"

"No. He really came to me on my own feet."

"...it's a knight."

Unam held the accusation.

'The more I think about it, the more bizarre it is.'

A child who came to this far place suddenly said that he wanted to become a disciple of the volcano, but within a day, he is doing something.

'You must be thinking too much.'

I wondered if it was a ganja sent from another sect to ruin the volcano, but that was too much of an overthinking.

First, the volcano was no longer worthy of anyone trying to ruin it. Second, even if that was the intention, it would be almost impossible for that little child to have that kind of ability.

If there is a child with that kind of ability, it is more beneficial to raise him with all his heart than to send him a ganja to rot.

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to try drying the child even now?”

"Let's just leave it alone."

"One, the death penalty."

“Isn’t it because you didn’t have to stop him because he had certain expectations of him?”

Instead of answering, Ungum lowered his head slightly.

"I am well aware of your hard work. Leading the disciples is a natural task as a predecessor, but I also know that you are taking on that task too much."

"No. The death penalty. I just..."

"Okay."

Unam smiled softly.

"It's tough for everyone. I don't know what he's thinking, but if you judge it to be helpful to you and the volcano, there's no need to stop it."

Ungum raised his head and looked at Unam.

"I don't know for sure yet. That child..."

"Lucky sword."

"Yes, the death penalty."

"That child is now a disciple of the volcano."

The sword's eyes fluttered slightly.

"I'm a little more affectionate and affectionate to the child I embraced first, so I don't know why. But even if it is a child who comes later, he is a child of a volcano that we all have to take care of as long as we have an enemy in the volcano."

"...I was stupid."

Ungum bowed his head slightly.

"If you want to overdo it, you should stop it. Don't you know more about white mackerel than me or a long-time writer?"

"Yes. Death penalty."

Fortune Sword stood up.

"Then let's go."

"Sure."

As Ungeom left his seat, Unam quietly poured tea into the teacup.

'What a strange child.'

Surely an unusual guy came in.

He's a guy who can't hide his presence even for a day, so he's sure to bring a drastic change. Whether the change would be a blessing or a wrath for the volcano was unknown from the current meteorite.

Just one thing.

'Change is necessary.'

Now the volcano needed a new wind. If you are floating in the open sea without a single wind, you will only die of dryness or starvation. Even if you do not know where you are going, you must sail first.

Even if the destination at the end of the voyage was a deserted island, it would be better than drying up in the open sea.

Unam slowly brought the tea to his lips.

He hoped that the existence of clarity would be the wind that would move the volcano.

Of course, even knowing that the wind blowing is a typhoon, it remains to be seen whether he will be so carefree.

* * *

"I feel like I'm going to die."

"...I'm already dead."

There were sounds of pain coming from all over the place. Of course, those who are talking about dying now were the three great disciples of Hwasan.

'What, is this a new type of torture?'

I know it's a muscle-building exercise. And just because it's a volcano doesn't mean that strength training has been neglected. Even in Shaolin, which can be said to be the basis of all Jungwon Muhak, strength training is not neglected.

'But that's about it.'

Yoonjong lowered his head and looked at the table.

Vegetable stir-fry was served as a side dish, but my hands were so shaking that I couldn't eat it properly, so there were stir-fried vegetables all over the table.

"Ugh... I can't even eat properly."

"I have to practice swordsmanship in the afternoon, don't I miss the sword? It's a true sword, and if I miss it, I'm going to be in a riot. Isn't there a hole in someone's back?"

“…Fortunately, I don’t think I can even wield it with enough force.”

"Are you happy with that?"

Yoongi sighed.

'Tell me ahead of time. in front.'

If you have a complaint, shouldn't it be fair to go and claim it? What would be different from what I said later?

"There's nothing I can do."

"Metabolic!"

Bolmen erupted from all over the place. However, Jong-Yun just silently picked up the stir-fried vegetables.

What more could he do with a plate that even took Qingming's side with Ungeom?

"The death penalty! If the death penalty doesn't tell you in such a case..."

"Isn't that the position of a metabolizer?"

Yoonjong sighed and was about to speak, when he heard someone's sharp voice.

"There are so many dirty things to say."

The eyes of the three great disciples who were filling the restaurant all at once returned to one place.

"Jogirl?"

Silence passed for a moment. Jo-Geul, who was quietly eating in the corner, checked her gaze and opened her mouth with a sharp voice.

"Is the high-ranking ambassador your errand? There is no one hiding anywhere to talk, and if you have something to say, go and do it yourself."

“…No, we…”

“If you can’t go directly and argue, keep quiet and eat. If you don’t eat, you won’t be able to survive in the afternoon.”

When Jo Geul said this, no one was able to open her mouth.

Yoon-jong's eyes, looking at such a jo-girl, stood out.

'That's strange.'

If it is a Jo girl he knows, he should be complaining about Cheongmyeong with a louder voice than anyone else. Wasn't he the one who had the most say and the most power among the three great disciples in the first place?

When such a jogger secretly took the side of Cheongmyeong, it became difficult for everyone to open their mouths.

widely.

The jogger who put down his chopsticks gets up from his seat and approaches Yoonjong.

"Metabolic."

"Well?"

"Can I see you for a moment?"

"...and that's it."

Yoon Jong also put his chopsticks down and got up.

The remaining disciples tilted their heads as they watched the two of them exit the restaurant.

"I don't know if I'm looking at something wrong..."

When he came to a place where there were no people, Yoon Jong opened his mouth first.

"You look pretty sweet, don't you?"

Jogeul raised her hand and rubbed her face.

"Do you see that?"

"You can't hide your face well."

"I first found out."

Jo Girl laughed awkwardly.

"Did you laugh even after rolling like that?"

"……execution."

"Yes?"

"What do you think the death penalty is for a volcano?"

Yoongi closed his mouth. It was too serious a question to be answered lightly.

"That's a difficult question."

"It's enough for me to go back to my hometown after doing this. But don't you plan to bury your bones in the volcano?"

"Yes."

Yoonjong nodded quietly.

He is a person who is already destined to receive Doho. Although the other three great disciples have not yet made a choice, he will receive the protection of Hwasan and become a disciple of Jinsan and share its destiny with Hwasan.

"Do you think volcanoes have a future?"

"You're a ghost. It's not a word to say recklessly."

"I thought I didn't."

“……”

that should be reproached. But Yoon Jong couldn't do that. It was because his thoughts were not so different from Jo-Gal.

“Does that mean that you have changed your mind now?”

"...a little bit yes."

"Has it changed?"

"It is a training that I was forced to do, but I realized it during this training. I've never done a training that pushes myself to the limit like this."

yes it is

Yoonjong nodded his head involuntarily. He had never done this kind of training before. I always thought I was doing my best, but I've never pushed myself to the point where my hands and feet tremble like I do now.

"But he did not get tired even though he digested more than the stomach of our training."

I'm just not hungry.

double the number of times. If the weight is included, the intensity of the practice will be much higher. Jong-Yun Yoon was also shocked to see Cheong-Myeong practicing with a sandbag heavier than his own weight.

"It could be because he's strong. But he'll never be older than me. It's not because he's strong, but because he's always been strong, isn't it?"

"You are right."

"The death penalty. I thought that it was impossible for me to become strong in a volcano. I thought that I could only be able to show off my strength anywhere in moderation, but I couldn't become a master who commands the world."

"Jogirl."

"Listen to the end. Death penalty."

“……”

Jogeul swallowed dry saliva and continued.

"But looking at him, I knew I had been mistaken. Is there anyone my age who could actually deal with him?"

there will be no

there will never be

No matter how uneducated Yoon Jong was, he was not the best among the three great disciples, but he was confident in his own abilities. There is also the certainty that even if he clashes with the pupils of the old file room, he will not be pushed too far.

But that monster-like guy turned Yoon Jong upside down with one finger, and threw a jogger stronger than Yoon Jong in one shot and stuck it in the ceiling.

Could there be another monster like that?

"It doesn't matter which martial arts you learn. The important thing is how you learn it. I thought that natural truth was just a good thing to hear. But seeing that guy, I know that it is true. Death penalty. I wanted to do my best."

"...and me too."

Jo Girl nodded her head broadly.

"So, please encourage the death penalty to the children. Maybe this is an opportunity for our generation to change drastically. Although it may be a little pricey and sarcastic, we have to follow him for now."

Yoon-Jong looked at Jo-Geul with his sunken eyes.

Jo Girl has good skills, but because of her restraint in the shopping district, she has the ability to grasp the pulse of the flow. If he became a merchant, he was sure to become a colossus. If such a person talks like this... … .

"Let's do it."

"execution!"

"You are right. As of right now, there is neither porridge nor rice. I am the person who decided to bury bones in the volcano. I can do anything that can help the volcano."

At Yoonjong's resolute words, Jo Geul nodded her head.

"But it's funny when you think about it. It's only because of the youngest who came in yesterday..."

"Because I'm not usually the youngest."

"It is not."

The two smiled lightly and turned around. The story to be told is over. Now it's a matter of how much you can soothe the children.

"Walk."

"Yes. Death penalty."

"Can we really be strong?"

"One thing is certain."

"Well?"

“If you can’t become strong, you can practice enough to feel injustice.”

"...that's a very comforting word."

The two went back to the restaurant as they exchanged words. And until that moment, the two of them didn't even notice that there was a gaze watching them.

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